Chapter 14

Sally took her bitch one more step that morning, out the front door in the crisp morning light, leading her by her collar for all to see. Of course Madge and Betty were not a concern, but Sally was taking a little bit of a chance with the other neighbors who were not in on the newest little slave in their midst. In time, word would spread throughout the neighborhood. Some would be excited and want to join in the fun and, some would just ignore it as something that sex maniacs did that did nothing to affect them. Sally was not sure there was none of the third type of neighbor, the kind that got concerned when a mature woman was led around by a slave collar. That neighbor often talked to others and sometimes got up the gumption to speak to the woman's husband and maybe even called the police or social services. She was courting trouble, but she felt it was worth it. As it turned out there was no one else on the street and so all that happened is that Nancy made her panties a little damp, as she was not used to being treated as property in public yet. She would learn, thought Sally, and in the meantime she would be fun to play with.

When they reached Sally's ebony Lexus, Nancy started to move around to the passenger side.

"Just a minute missy", snapped Sally.

Nancy stopped and returned immediately to stand in front of Ms. Henniman. She could feel her face return to that bright shade of red that it had been when she first stepped outside and looked frantically from side to side. Now she looked down as if monitoring Sally's patent leather pumps was her prime responsibility.

"Nancy, I don't want to treat you like a child (which is exactly what she was doing) but you have to remember your place. I am your employer," Sally continued. "I am also someone to whom you must show respect, even more than you may feel. You are in my custody and care right now. Helen is not here. Carrie is not here. Rose is not here."

"Rose is not my mistress, she is not involved. She...", Nancy began protesting.

"Yes, yes," cut in Sally. "Rose does not know exactly what is going on, but you should think about this Missy. One day Rose is likely to know all and when that happens, she will be someone else that will have authority over you Nancy. You had better think about that some and show her respect now, so when you are her subbie she will remember that you treated her right and showed her that you knew she was superior to you, ever before it was accepted by all. Then she will go a lot easier on you, don't you think?"

Nancy glumly returned her gaze to feminine shoe tops as she resignedly nodded her head in agreement. It was true. She knew that Rose would come to know who she was and begin pushing her around too. She was just a sweet kid, but any kid who finds out they can bully their mom will do it. It's only natural.

"Now getting back to the problem at hand, you must remember to open my car door for me. When we arrive I want to see you scurry around and open my door and assist me out of the car. You then will walk a little behind me as I lead you to wherever we are headed. You will be respectful and helpful to your Mistress. If I need to cross a patch of mud, you might have to take your blouse off and put it down for me to walk on. If a bicyclist comes toward us, you should protect me, or a dog looking like it might attack etc. Do you get it Missy? Hmmm do you?"

"Yes Ms. Henniman," Nancy replied.

"Good, I hope for your sake, you do. Now I wanted to tell you before we go that I quite like you're calling me Ms. Henniman and give you permission to continue to do so. It sounds very respectful and deferential to me and I commend you for coming up with it on your own. It makes me think you aren't quite the bimbo everyone is sure you are. Anyway move your ass, we have things to do."

They soon arrived at an office building in the heart of downtown. Nancy was not familiar with the area, but it looked so much better than what she was dreading. She has assumed they would be going to some seedy looking tattoo/piercing joint over on that street where all the industrial shops had been relegated. This was a respectable looking high-rise that gave her hope that even if she had no say in what was done to her, at least it would be clean and professionally performed.

She paused in her thinking, and while watching Sally, who was once her friend but now was just the person currently ordering her about, park her beautiful automobile, she considered her situation. Was she following the orders given to her by just about everyone because she had no choice or because she was by nature a submissive slut? By the time Sally had switched the car off, Nancy concluded that she was not enjoying this but had no choice. Her marriage was effectively over, but she had to go on living, and there was Rose to think about and her loving parents and she had some friends, a few anyway.

"Well! Get out! Open my door, slut!" Sally had such an angry face, that Nancy was jolted out of her daydreams.

"Yes Ms. Henniman, right away ma'am." Nancy replied as she grabbed frantically for the door handle.

They arrived at the door of Pendleman and Carrol Enterprises, Inc with little further difficult, Nancy having learned quickly the art of toadying as it related to pedestrian traffic with her boss and mistress of the day. An occasionally smack on her ass by Sally's gloved hand, a nod or look and quick as a bunny they were being ushered into the inner sanctum of CEO and Dr. Karen Pendleman by a blonde cutie, named Cindi, or something like that.

"Hello, hello Sally. Come in, it has been a little while hasn't it," Dr. Pendleman sang out to her old friend. She cast a quick appraising glance towards Nancy as she beckoned for both women to enter her office. Gesturing to the lone guest chair she bade Sally to sit as she retreated behind her impressive teak desk.

"Now then, what have you brought me today?" asked Karen with a twinkle in her eye. "You said something about getting some hardware for the world's oldest bimbo cheerleader; is this her?"

"Come forward sweetie; let's have a look at you.

Nancy moved hesitantly to the area in front of the doctor's desk, her hands clasped in front of her ridiculously short and childish skirt. She was getting used to the high heel slut shoes she always wore now but still, with the deep pile of the doctor's lush carpet she felt as if she were going to take a flyer at any moment. Her little spandex mini skirt swished as her bubble butt wiggled uncontrollably but sexily as she minced to the spot, as directed.

"My, my, she is a tad old to do cheers but then so much of a cheerleader's duties are done while on her knees that it hardly matters," Dr. Pendleman, laughing at her own joke, prattled on. "Ok honey let's see what you got."

Nancy gave her best impression of a deer in the headlights, standing there, hands clasped again and feet together, as if at attention. She unconsciously felt as if she were being inspected by a female military officer in her white dress uniform and crisp manner. She froze in place, staring with mouth open, at Dr. Pendleman's icy bemused smile.

Suddenly she felt Sally's firm hand on her shoulder. "I think she is having a bimboesque moment, or is the term bimboette?" Sally laughed. Then to Nancy, a little less cordially, "Let's just get these clothes off of you, slut. You don't mind, do you Nancy?" she asked, but it was not really a question.

Soon Nancy stood there in her four inch heels and nothing else but her pink slave collar and very red cheeks. Her eyes bored into the ground as Sally pulled her hands behind her back and placed them together so her bare pussy and big boobies were displayed like so many grapefruit at the corner market.

"Hmmm," began the good doctor after Sally had resettled into her chair, "not a bad body for a mature woman. Do I take it by her collar that she is your slave, or at least somebody's slave and it has been decided what will be done to her; or is she to be consulted?" Karen inquired of Sally as she continued to drink in the sight before her.

Sally cleared her throat and replied, "She is not involved at all, Karen. She is somebody's bitch all right and I am here to see that she begins her journey that will bring her back to see you for several visits, until she becomes what her owner needs her to be."

"Mmmm, ok," murmured the good doctor as she came around the desk while donning a rubber glove on her left hand. "Is her clit to be pierced?" she asked as she pinched Nancy's hardening love button.

As Sally responded in the positive, Dr. Pendleman pinched the humiliated sub's left nipple while continuing to abuse her clit with her gloved hand, which was becoming increasingly wet with Nancy's juices. She was in Nancy's face and a natural sneer was on her lips. She could not help that. It just came out after all these years of dealing with submissive slavish women brought to her by dommes like Sally.