Chapter 16

Rose was not home and neither was Ed. Carrie followed her mother through the hall, keeping close enough to give her a little smack on the butt to direct her to the kitchen. Nancy was still coming down from her ecstasy and gin high, with her woozy memory of all those men and a bad taste in her mouth. Her body shivered as her daughter smacked her under her teeny mini skirt and her heart was in her throat. She did not know if anyone else was there or what the evening had in store for her. The click of her heels on the kitchen tiles made her think of the tiles in the men's room of the Pink Pussy. She hoped she never would see the inside of that establishment again. If only she knew, if only...

"Stop!" Carrie commanded her, grabbing her submissive mother's arm and turning Nancy to face her. "Here is what will happen, slut. You are going to first clean up this pig sty; your Mistress is coming over tonight. Others are coming as well but that need not concern you. After the house is shipshape you will shower and shave yourself. Everywhere, understand?" Pausing for emphasis, she smiled derisively as her mother nodded when she caught Carrie's meaning. "You will report to me for inspection and when I am satisfied, we will put you in your cute cheerleader outfit and appropriate makeup so you are ready to receive our guests; but first let's see how it looks."

Nancy looked dully at her daughter's gleeful face, aware that something was expected of her, but as she was still not functioning at a hundred percent yet, she made no move.

SLAP! It was a firm open handed attack to the face, meant to get her attention without raising a bruise. "Come on, strip! I want to see your rings, you stupid bimbo. Did Sally have your brain removed too?" Carrie added viciously.

"Yes Miss, I am sorry, so sorry," Nancy stuttered out as she brought her hands down from her stinging face and crossed them under her abbreviated top to remove it. Her mind was clearer now; it's amazing what a sharp crack to your face will do to clear your head. It dawned on her that the dull pain thudding in her nipples was caused by the rings that Sally had put in by ah, ah, Dr Pennington or Penninger or something like that.

Anyway they were there, all bright and gleaming as her top popped off and her titties bounced and came to a standstill. She couldn't help bringing her hands together behind her back and pushing her large mammaries up and out as her teenage daughter beckoned with her finger for her to come nearer. Taking a step forward she placed her pierced and ringed tits at her daughter's disposal.

Carrie was truly pleased and smiling broadly she poked her index finger into Nancy's nipple and then turned it and flipped the ring up and hooked it, giving it a gentle tug. She looked up and with a sneer asked her, "did it hurt much bitch?"

"No Miss, that feels good," replied Nancy breathlessly. She was shamelessly reacting to her daughter's manipulations. The combination of gentle pressure on her sensitive nipple and the fact that Carrie was treating her in a gentle fashion had Nancy enthralled. Her eyes were closed, her knees were locked and trembling slightly.

"Ha, Ha, oh you are such a stupid bimbo," Carrie snorted gleefully. "I was referring to you getting your fun bags pierced earlier today, not how you liked having them toyed with by a superior woman." With that she snorted and gave the tit a playful but dismissive swat, hard enough that Nancy stumbled on her heels.

"Ok, ok, enough fun for now my little cunt mother," Carrie continued. "Let's get this place cleaned up. Hand me your top," she said, and Nancy did.

Carrie took the top and held out her hand saying, "You might as well give me your skirt too. There is no sense in getting your clothes mussed since there is just the two of us here." Nancy soon stood there in a damp thong and matching anklets and heels. She brought herself to attention as Carrie circled her slowly.

Carrie came back to her front and in her mother's face. She was slightly shorter as Nancy's heels competed well with Carrie's flat sneakers. To level the playing field Carrie inserted a finger in both rings and slowly pulled downward on her mother's boobs until they were eye to eye. Grinning evilly Carrie stuck out her wet tongue and ran it up her mother's cheek, on up and over an eyelid as Nancy had closed it submissively as she sensed her daughter's intentions. Carrie released Nancy's tits, and as she suspected her mother would, Nancy remained in position, knees bent, slouched over, awaiting whatever her daughter would next decide to inflict upon her.

Carrie pulled her mother's thong away from her body with one hand and inserted two fingers from her other hand into the moist cavity. Smiling mischievously she rubbed slowly up and down, in and out as she began to speak to her slut mother. "Tonight we are going to have a cheerleading practice. Helen is not at all satisfied with your skill level on the field. Do you understand mother? It is not all about being a slut. You have to learn the cheers too, bitch," she said with mock seriousness as she increased her manipulations of her mother's pussy.

"Yes Miss Carrie, I understand. I must become a better cheerleader. But I thought I was just your team mascot or chaperone. Why must I become a good cheerleader? When am I to perform and for whom Miss Carrie?" Nancy was becoming excited and her breath was coming in jagged rasps as she got these questions out.

"You will perform my pet; trust me on that," Carrie said as her voice rose in mock fury. She stopped rubbing her mother's pleasure spot, driving her horny mother slightly crazy with desire, as she was close. "There are going to be many opportunities for you to showcase your cheer abilities, and you must be ready. We might even bring you in for an occasional cheer at a game. Would you like that mummy? Hmmm, would you like to kick that old leg of yours up and show the crowd your bald pussy; cause you won't be wearing any panties, you stupid slut bitch!"

Carrie watched her mother without resuming her hand movements. Nancy's eyes flickered open to see if her daughter was truly as angry with her as her words sounded. She was relieved as her instinct said no. She resolved not to ask any more questions no matter how curious she was to learn what they were planning for her. It was never good news anyway, she thought, as she imagined the scene her daughter had described, with her shoulder to shoulder with teenagers, kicking up one leg, then the other, flashing her slit to the crowd, hoping it was only noticed by a few. Then Carrie started again, rubbing and talking. Nancy was beginning to get a back ache from bending over like some servant, indulging her mistress's whim.

"I think Daddy might like to see you practice don't you? And I know he likes to watch me and my sexy friends in our cheerleader uniforms. You will give him a call; no actually I want you to call his secretary. She always stays late when he has to work. To ... assist him. So call her, I think her name is Helga. Tell Helga that she should convince Ed to bring his work home, and she should come with him of course, and you will fix them something to eat and afterward, while you are working out with your cheerleader teammates, they can finish their work here, uninterrupted. Got that?"

Nancy nodded. She was not thrilled with the idea of Helga seeing her cavort with Helen and friends. She hoped they would not embarrass her in front of Ed and Helga. Ed had seen her with her young mistresses before and seemed none the wiser. He bought off on her being some kind of chaperone and mentor to the girls; he probably thought once a cheerleader, always a cheerleader.

Nancy would be glad to see him in a way, since he was away at work so much the last few years. She often had suspicions about him and his secretary, or at least some woman. Helga seemed ok, maybe a bit haughty toward her, but Nancy assumed that was because she was some hoity-toity executive assistant and she was just the executive's wife. A house frau.

"Come on, start dialing!" shouted Carrie as she gave her mother's love button a sharp pinch before retracting her hand and letting the thong snap back into place.

"Yes Miss Carrie," said Nancy as she reached for the handset.

In mid dial, Carrie reached out and pinched her mother's still hard nipple. "And listen slut, you had better be convincing, ok? I don't want to hear some half hearted invitation like ah — you can come too Helga. Understand? I want to hear you beg her to come to your home. I want you to convince her that what is yours is hers and that she is welcome anytime she feels like it to come into your house and treat it as her own. In short I want you to let her know that you are offering yourself to her in a subordinate, submissive role to her position as unnamed mistress of the manor so to speak. Now get on with it!"

Nancy completed the dialing, having to restart as she was timed out while listening to her daughter. She was not entirely sure what Carrie was driving at, but she would try and follow her instructions and put Helga at ease and let her know that she and not Nancy would be the dominant female in their home. At least that is what she thought she was to do.

"Hello, ah is this Helga Schmidt?" (Thank God she had a talent for remembering names- how long had it been since she had seen her?) "Oh hi, ah this is Nancy. Oh, ah Nancy Brenner, you know Ed's Nancy ... Yes, yes it has been awhile ... Yes I think it was the Wilson party; I remember you looked stunning in your red gown ... Oh yes I do remember. As I recall you were with Ed at some company function and you two met me there. Yes we had quite a night. Lots of dancing and quite a lot of drinking. Yes well you are quite a good dancer. I can see why Ed kept you on the dance floor so much of the evening.

"Um uh, yes well Helga, the reason I am calling is really twofold. First, I hope to convey to you that you are a welcome member in this household and I personally want you to know (how to put this, she thought. I wish I had more time to plan and prepare. Oh well) well just that I have always looked up to you Helga and I ah always thought of you as the better woman and I, ah well, see myself as more of in a supporting role. I mean you are Ed's right arm and so important to him, so ah, as his wife, I am I guess like your wife too. Well I guess I am trying to say that I want you to know that I would defer to your needs and desires as more important than mine Helga. I mean that. I want you to just think of this family and our home as yours and to think of me as someone who will pitch in where I am needed like a maid or good little office girl. Yes, ah well I know that sounds a little strange but I want you to know I am serious.

With Helga laughing on the other end, Nancy almost lost her nerve to continue along that line, but another sharp pinch and twist of her nipple and a warning glare from Carrie ensured she continue. "For instance tonight I am having the high school cheer team over and we are practicing some of our cheers ... Yes, well no I am not actually on the cheer squad but I have been selected by the team as their, ah, well, combination chaperone and mascot. In that position I do have a duty to learn the cheers and practice with them ... Oh yes, I was a cheerleader in high school, and I am still in pretty good shape."

"Anyway tonight is a practice night here in the Brenner home and I am hoping that you will come here and bring Ed with you. I will prepare a meal and then leave you both to it. I know you have a lot of work and I promise you will not be disturbed. The girls and I will be practicing for several hours and you and Ed can just go in the master bedroom and do what you have to do ... No really it is no bother. Like I said earlier I want you to treat this as your home too and think of me as a supporting cast member. I will just try and look after your needs and stay out of the way. Oh please, say you will Ms Schmidt. Please it would make me so happy ... Oh, why yes of course ah that is not a problem Ms. Schmidt. It is probably a good idea, I mean if you are to feel comfortable and me calling you Ms. Schmidt makes you feel more like the lady of the house then surely that is what I should call you. And yes of course you may call me Nancy.