Chapter 4

Helen guided Nancy into the living room, and she felt the mature woman shudder with relief as they moved inside and away from the more dangerous outdoors, where the events had careened out of her control.

Nancy's mind was a jumble of frantic thoughts. How had this day gone from her naïve cavorting as a cheerleader with her daughter and her teenage friends, to her becoming such submissive mound of Jell-O? Why had she allowed herself to be pushed and abused by those children?

Helen sat on the sofa and took Nancy's hand and pulled the disoriented woman down to her lap. Nancy had the immediate urge to leap up and run from the room when she felt her bare thighs make contact with Helen's, their brief cheerleader skirts bunched up around their panties. Helen was strong though and she put her arm around Nancy's shoulder and pulled her close. Nancy lacked the strength and the will to resist.

Nancy was still shaking with the shame and fear of that angry confrontation with her neighbor Betty Franks. Oh why did her nasty old neighbor have to butt in, thought Nancy? It was like someone throwing ice water in her face. There was no way one could explain to another adult what she was doing and why she was acting just like such an immature girl, so very submissive! She couldn't even explain it to herself! Her tormentors were half her age; not even that. And her own daughter had witnessed her humiliation, had even participated! Nancy knew that she had to regain some control or her relationship with Carrie would never be the same. She feared for her marriage, her daughter's respect and her reputation in the neighborhood. And she felt so vulnerable!

Helen watched her pet with knowing eyes. She could feel Nancy trembling and was sure this was going so well.

"Nancy dear, let Helen make it all better sweetie" she cooed.

Helen placed her left hand on Nancy's cheek and gently but firmly turned her head and pulled her face close. Nancy opened her tear-filled eyes just in time to see Helen's dark red lips moving quickly toward hers, and just as her lips parted to let loose a surprised "oh", she felt those lips crush against hers. She felt a tongue push into her mouth and after a brief moment of stiffness, she surrendered to the inevitable and returned the kiss.

Seconds later - or was it minutes? she had no idea - a flustered Nancy came up for air and realized that Helen's right hand had somehow come to rest on her private area; her bushy, thong covered, hot-to-the-point-of-boiling cunt. Helen smiled a knowing and predatory smile and pulled Nancy back for an encore performance.

Nancy was oblivious to anyone or anything else in the room. Had she looked up, she could have seen her daughter and the two other girls watching them with leering grins, or perhaps she may even have noticed that Mary Jane continued to point the video camera towards their blatant lesbian display. She could have, but she did not sense anything else but this girl - this woman - who was so strong and so beautiful and so wonderful, kissing and caressing her and making the world seem like a good place again.

Helen inserted two fingers under Nancy's thong and made light circular motions over her new pet's engorged cunt lips, then slipped her fingers further into her slit while continuing to try to suck the life out of her mouth. As their tongues intertwined and danced the dance of lovers. Nancy was whimpering; first she moaned softly, them louder. She felt her little sweater move up and over her tits as Helen's hand roamed from her pet's cunt up to her boobies. As Nancy gasped for air through her nostrils and bounced lightly on Helen's knees with excitement and ecstasy, Helen began tweaking, then pinching and pulling on Nancy's fat hard nipples. She attacked the left and then the right and back again. She refused to let her up from her lip lock and revved up her nipple torture of pet.

This domination, though not a new experience for her, was making Helen hot. What was new to her was this taking over of a mature, submissive woman. She loved it, and she could have let it go on and on, but she knew she had to move forward with her plan. She had to take total control and that was not achieved yet; not by a long shot.

Suddenly, Helen stopped the kiss and pulled back a little, looking deep into pet's eyes. "Take off your uniform pet," she quietly demanded.

Nancy nodded ever so slightly and raised up from the teenager's lap and slid her little skirt and thong down to her ankles. As she did this, baring her pussy for all to see, she realized for the first time that they were not alone. It was eerie. Carrie and Jenny were silently sitting nearby on the other sofa and Mary Jane, apparently connected permanently to the camera, was standing to one side so as to get the best shot possible.

Nancy froze! No one spoke for a second, then two seconds, then slap! "Off I said, you slut." Helen shouted after connecting with pet's fleshy ass, making her right globe bounce and leaving a red imprint of her hand.

"Ow", Nancy cried as her hands shot back to try and protect her bottom.

"No! That is not acceptable," Helen shouted. She grabbed Nancy by the wrist, yanked her off balance and pulled the surprised woman across her lap. She began whaling away with her hand until her new pet's ass was becoming very red indeed.

Speaking in measured tones, in between swats, Helen scolded her. "You are not to defy me pet. You will learn that in time. You must learn."

Nancy was sobbing now, but managed to blubber, "But why is she filming this, Helen? Why?"

Helen paused and then spanked Nancy a few more times before pushing her pet off her lap onto the floor. "We are filming today because we always film when we have a cheerleading session. It's a training technique, you silly goose.

"Now get up here. We are going to continue with your special training. and if you give me any further trouble, I will see that Mr. Brenner gets a copy of our little make out session, Ok pet?! Do you think your husband will understand and accept that you like to be felt up by your daughter's school chums? Well, do you?"

Nancy sat for a few seconds, her mouth hanging open, as the seriousness of her situation sank in. Ed would leave her flat. Kissing and being fondled by a girl less than half her age, with her daughter looking on; she would be lucky she didn't get brought up on charges of contributing to the delinquency of a minor.

Slowly she got to her feet and stood next to Helen, her eyes looking down toward her feet, her gaze following down her body, taking in her total nakedness, her hairy bush, her girly sneakers and anklets. Then Helen beckoned with her index finger to her subdued pet and Nancy obeyed, draping herself across her Mistress's knees. She stretched out her hands to the floor to support herself and her ass was presented as the perfect target.