Chapter 5

Helen, Nancy's 15 year old mistress, was leaning comfortably back on the Brenner family sofa as her slut Nancy, Helen's senior by 20 years, was frantically licking the crotch of her white nylon panties. Nancy was somewhat rusty at this, but she had learned a few techniques from Sally and was doing her best. She was resigned to the fact that she was without options here, so she began to apply those nearly forgotten techniques and soon Helen was purring and moaning lightly as her pet ministered at her sexual altar.

Nancy took those feminine sounds of pleasure as a sign that she was bringing pleasure to her mistress. This gave her a good feeling, as if being able to please gave her worth; it was a feeling she seldom got from Ed these days. Plus if she ever wanted to get off of her knees and also avoid further punishments, she definitely did want to please her new Mistress.

Helen reached out and held her pet's head at bay, wishing to prolong this pleasure as long as she could. "Do you see that, girls?" she asked; "My pet is such a good girl. isn't she?"

Carrie and Jenny nodded in enthusiastic agreement. They had been caught up in the excitement as they helped Helen take Carrie's mom through the steps Helen had laid out for them. It was like a roadmap and they were on a journey. Now as they watched Nancy comply with Helen's demand to service her hungry cunt, they were simply amazed that it had worked so well. They had been oblivious to what Helen spotted in Nancy long ago; Helen had always believed the woman had great potential as a slut and as a sexual slave.

"You have to agree, Carrie, your mom is a natural submissive. She is enjoying this as much if not more than Helen", Jenny mused.

Nancy heard Jenny's remark, and she almost paused to deny it, but fearful of more spankings, she continued. 'What's the use?' she thought. No one would believe her since she was here between Helen's thighs, kissing and licking for all she was worth. She continued licking Helen's panty covered pussy. She wasn't sure what she believed about herself anymore. Lick, lick, lick.

Carrie nodded, "Yes, you were both right, I just didn't see it since she's my mom and all. I should have though. I remember those late nights when mom thought I was in bed; she would wait at the front door for dad to come home, wearing nothing but those ridiculous 'fuck me boots'. I always knew when that was gonna happen. Dad would call her from the office when he worked late and would tell her to be ready for him, and mom would hustle me off to her bedroom."

"Really?!" Jenny asked. "What happened when your dad got home?"

"He got a blow job, of course." Carrie replied. "Mom would wait on her knees and when he came in he would call her a whore and slut and all kinds of stuff. She would follow him to his big chair on her hands and knees and look up at him, waiting for instructions.

"Sometimes Dad wanted her to dance like a stripper in those boots, shaking her tits. She would turn and bend over and look at him through her legs, and play with her cunt until he got hard. Other nights he just had her pull his zipper down with her teeth and fish out his big cock with her tongue and blow him. I don't know if he fucked her later when they went to bed, but it always started with a bj and the name calling. Sometimes he took his dick out and slapped her face with it; back and forth, and hard; it used to make me hot and I would go back to bed and get myself off every time."

Now Helen stopped Nancy again, looking into her eyes, smirking as usual. "My pet I think I would like to see you wearing those boots. Go put them on for me and come back and pretend I'm big Ed."

Nancy looked back, blankly.

"Strut your stuff, slut", Helen roared, then laughed as Nancy's lip quivered almost imperceptible as if a good cry was unavoidable. "And Nancy," she continued as her pet rose to her feet, "I want to see some enthusiasm. Convince me; convince me that you are my whore and that you are as excited about this as I am, ok? You have exactly five minutes to get them on and get back where you belong pet."

Nancy scampered off to the back of her walk-in closet in the master bedroom, moving even faster as she heard the front doorbell ring.

"Oh, Hi Betty", said Carrie as she opened the front door. She was a bit surprised that the woman had made up her mind that quickly about the offer to use her mother's services, but she had been pretty sure of what her decision would be. Carrie took note of her neighbor appearance, standing on the front step.

Betty was older than her mom, but only a few years, maybe ten. She had changed into a denim skirt and red western blouse with matching red leather cowboy boots. The Franks were known to be into line dancing, and before it became passé, square dancing. Betty was a little on the heavy side, but not fat. Her hair was a tad brassy, but it fit in this middle income working-class neighborhood. Her most unfortunate feature was a cruel twist to her mouth. It was only right though, considering some of the things that came out of there.

"I decided to come over and check out my new maid," Betty said a little louder than necessary. "I wanted to see if her uniform would fit or if it needed altering." Betty was laughing so hard she could not continue. She thrust a white lacy garment at Carrie as she passed on into the house. Betty followed the sounds of the teenagers into the living room with Carrie trailing behind her.

"Hi girls, mind if I join the party", Betty sang out as she looked to Helen for a sign. When Helen grinned at her and beckoned her to the chair opposite, she relaxed and plopped her ass down.

"Look Helen, my mom has some new clothes," Carrie laughed as she held up the short white lacy apron and matching maid's hair ribbon. She almost felt a tinge of pity for her mother as she thought of her in the clutches of mean old Betty.

Well that was her own look out, she thought. If you aren't strong enough to take care of yourself, you deserve what you get. Actually Carrie's motives were a little more practical than that. Her mother had been on her constantly about her current boyfriend, Todd. She was like, mental about sex. I mean it was positively puritanical that Nancy expected her sixteen year old daughter to be chaste and to ignore her natural urges. No, thought Nancy, This was the only way to make her mother understand what a bitch she had been to her daughter.

When I'm calling the shots, Carrie thought, things will be different. She was going to have her fun and if Nancy had to suffer a few indignities for awhile until Helen tired of her, then what was the big deal? When Helen moved on to another victim, Carrie intended on having enough dirt on her mom to be able to lead her around on a leash if she desired it.

Just then, all eyes simultaneously moved to the doorway to see the former lady of the house framed there in her birthday suit, wearing only a pair of knee high white go-go boots. They were patent leather with laces, and the heels were six inches if they were an inch. No one said a word, including Nancy, whose mouth had dropped open and whose eyes honed in on Betty. She teetered nervously in the doorway and waited for her torment to continue.

"NANCY! What did I tell you? Start strutting your slutty little ass in here, bitch!" ordered Helen. "I want to see your tail wagging and those jugs jiggling girl!" She laughed loudly, but it was not a nice friendly laugh.

"Yes ma'am", Nancy quickly replied and she began walking among them, back and forth. She took small, exaggerated mincing steps and with the very high heels and lack of a bra, her boobies bounced up and down and side to side. Just as she turned to go back the other way, Jenny put a CD on. The song was unimportant, but the beat was perfect and Nancy began taking even higher steps as it coursed through her body. Her eyes were straight ahead, her chin held high, just like a fashion model. Only her whore's ass gave her away.

They were clapping and laughing and hooting as she went up and back, a smile plastered on her very, very red face. Hands reached out to caress her buttocks as she passed and then Betty grabbed a nipple and pinched. This brought the strutting bimbo to a halt, with an "Owww" formed from her lips as she bent over. She did not dare to try and remove the pain-causing fingers from her hardened nipple, but she could not continue her slut strut either.

"Ok, that's enough for now", Helen decided.

"MJ, take my pet into the bathroom and shave that ridiculous forest off of her cunt. I can't tell if she's got a slit or a dick hanging there," she laughed.

"Ok, sure Helen. Come on bitch, time for a shave," MJ laughed as she took the proffered nipple from Betty and marched her victim quickly from the room.