Chapter 3

Mary Jane trained her video cam on the trio cavorting in the Brenner back yard, going from wide angle to zoom and back again depending on the action. Helen reasoned that while she was pretty sure Nancy was submissive and would kneel to her demands, she might need some evidence to blackmail the woman in case she was reluctant to do certain things. She planned to bring her along slowly at first, but it would accelerate quickly once they got past these first steps. She just had to show Nancy that she craved dominance in her life, and if she followed her basic instincts, that life would be more fulfilling for her. She would also see that Helen was the one person who cared enough to provide that control and direction. Once her prey was hooked into trading unquestioning submissive obedience for approval and attention, the rest would be easy.

Of course, Helen would want to introduce Nancy to things that she had never dreamed of doing; things that were humiliating or exciting depending on your point of view. Hopefully both. Once they had video of Nancy dressed as a teenager and attempting to be the best little cheerleader she could, there would be more video and more incriminating evidence. Soon, any reluctance that Nancy might have would be overcome with the evidence of depravity. Nancy would become comfortable performing before the camera and before she realized what was happening, her comfortable way of life in Wichita would be threatened. Helen was confident she could show Nancy that retaining the security of being the dutiful housewife of Ed Brenner was worth becoming Helen's lover, then pet, then slut and finally her bitch.

Helen looked over at her current bitch-girl and smiled. She was confident this was going to work, and had been ever since she had that talk with MJ at the mall. Mary Jane, or MJ as everyone called her, was submissive and belonged to Helen, but she was not a slave and actually was quite a bitch in her own right. She just needed a strong master to give her the strength to be her nasty little self, and Helen was that master - or mistress if you prefer.

MJ had rebelled when Helen first told her of her plan to take on a second pet. It was understandable, but Helen was not to be dissuaded by MJ's feelings being hurt. Helen did not want an all out war on both fronts, so she explained to MJ that it was like that religion where there is one guy and several wives. The first wife is the queen and the rest are really her slaves. Of course they are all his slaves but its better to be number one among many. Helen convinced MJ that the trade off for sharing her mistress's attentions would be that Nancy would be a pet for both of them to play with. Smiling through her tears, MJ nodded. She had no choice anyway really, but this made it much more acceptable.

Helen Carson mused about all the players in this play that was unfolding. A big smile broke out as she saw Nancy's breasts pop out again, followed by Jenny exhorting her to ignore it and jump higher and put some enthusiasm in her cheering. What a trooper Jenny was. Carrie, well she was Helen's best friend and could be more if she weren't hetero. Well at least a strong bi. She would be the most important ally in this, since she would have the greatest opportunity to watch over her pet when Helen was not around. She would reinforce the training and report any backsliding. She would do this because she was the typical teenage girl, competing with her mother for the scant affections of her father. When you add to that the normal rebellion against authority, especially her mother's dislike for her boyfriend Todd, well it was just the perfect storm.

Finally there was Helen's mother, Margaret. Margaret was very aware of her daughter's relationship with MJ and wholeheartedly approved. You see, Mrs. Carson divorced her husband a few years after Helen was born and never looked back. She had many affairs, all of them with other women, and many of those women were submissives, some even outright sexual slaves. I guess you could say the acorn does not fall far from the tree, or that Margaret taught her daughter the tricks of the trade. In either case she was normally content to just stay informed but not involved in Helen's relationships. When Helen laid out for her, her plan to enslave one of her very best friend's mother, Margaret was very intrigued to say the least.

But back to current day. Jenny had looked over the bouncing shoulders of Nancy and caught sight of the two girls in living room, and when she got a chance she gave Carrie the high sign. After exchanging knowing glances, Jenny blew her whistle and Nancy gratefully stopped and rested.

Carrie walked over and reclined on a bench, as Jenny began to give Nancy some one-on-one training in intricate routines, which included prancing and high kicking ala the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders. All that was lacking were the sexy white boots. As Nancy kicked and hopped on one foot and then the other, her 38D's both popped out as her white top worked its way quickly up and over the undulating titties. "Oops," she cried and moved a hand from her hip to try and pull it back down. But Jenny, who was now in her face, slapped it away and just pointed to indicate that it was to be placed back on her hip. Nancy hastily complied, leaving her jugs bouncing up and down and side to side.

Nancy continued practicing the moves, knowing that her bouncing tits were on display to the girls. She desperately wanted to reach up and pull down her shirt, but somehow she couldn't in the face of Jenny's demands. Her face burned red, and her hand started inching up, when she saw Carrie sit up and glare at her. She put her hand back on her hip and continued, but the blush deepened when she saw her neighbor walking across the yard over to her.

Nancy stopped and started to cover her tits when Jenny snapped, "Nancy!" She looked over, and saw Jenny gesturing for her to continue. Once again, Nancy wasn't sure why she did it, but she went back to practicing the moves, all the while watching Betty walk over to her.

"What's this then missy? Is it national slutty bimbo trailer trash day and I wasn't told?" her neighbor asked snidely.

"Ha Ha Ha," Betty Franks roared with laughter and reached out and flicked her neighbor's nipple which had grown hard with excitement. "C'mon, Sissy kick those legs up high, you chorus line bimbo. Let's see some enthusiasm".

Clearly Mrs. Franks was enjoying this. About a year ago, Nancy had words with her snooty neighbor about Betty's accusation that Nancy was trying to entice her hubby Robert into an affair. Actually it was Bob Franks who was coming on to Nancy but you could hardly expect him to come clean about that, now could you? There was no way that Betty was going to allow this opportunity to pass without taking advantage of it.