Chapter Fourteen: Helen Takes Control
I was at Cheryl's house when Helen approached me.
"We need to talk," she said.
"About what?" I asked.
"In private!" she replied.
We went out to the pool and sat down. "What can I do for you?"
"I want to call a truce," she told me.
"A truce?" I asked.
"Yes, a truce. Or maybe a surrender. You've won. You're making my life miserable. I'll break up with Ken, and you leave me alone at home. I want things back to the way that they were before!"
"How is it so different than before?" I asked.
"You know how it is different! My mother won't listen to me any more. She disobeys me all the time, and I don't like it."
"But aren't you supposed to be the one that obeys her?" I asked.
"That's not the way it was!" she yelled.
"Well, things can't be the way that they were."
"So you're going to continue making my life miserable?" she asked angrily.
"Maybe we can reach a compromise," I said.
"What kind of compromise?"
"Well, let's talk about Ken first. I didn't want you do go out with him, but now that you have, you can't just dump him cruelly."
"I'm not going to go out with him forever!" she exclaimed.
"I'm not expecting that, and frankly neither is he," I told her. "He knows that it can't last, and he is enjoying it while he can. I'm not telling you not to break up with him, but don't do it because of me, and when you do it, do it nicely. Keep being friends with him. You do like him don't you?"
She nodded.
"Hell, from what I understand, he makes you feel pretty good. Maybe, when both of you are not seeing other people, you can even be friends with benefits."
"Are you telling me that I have to keep sleeping with him?" she asked in dismay.
"No. If you don't want to, you don't have to. Just be nice to him. I only suggested it as something that you might enjoy as well."
"So what if I break up with him the way that you want?" she asked. "What do I get out of it?"
"Well, like I said, things can't go back to the way that they were," I told her. "I like your family, and neither your mother nor Karen was happy with you running roughshod on them. On the other hand, things don't have to be like they are now, either."
"How do you mean?" she asked, leaning in towards me.
"Well, you are a fairly strong willed person."
She nodded.
"And I'm sure that you know very well that your mother is easily manipulated," I said.
Again, she nodded.
"Well, as part of this deal we are making, I am going to give something away," I told her. "Your mother is not just easily manipulated; she likes to be manipulated. She gets enjoyment when she is ordered around."
"Really?" she asked, a sparkle in her eye.
I nodded.
"So does she enjoy it when you order her around?" she asked.
Again I nodded.
She leaned even closer to me and asked breathily, "And does she get wet when you order her around?"
"I don't think I want to answer that question just yet," I told her.
"That's OK, I think I know the answer," she said. "So I assume that there is a reason that you are telling me this."
"There is," I replied. "I won't let you go back to being in control of the house. However, I am willing to allow you a much greater level of control than you have right now."
"How much?" she asked.
"I'm going to let you control her, but I will give her the option of veto. You can demand things, but if she feels, as a responsible mother, that it is not appropriate for her daughter to do that, then she may deny you. For instance, if you were to say that you were going out to get hammered at a party and you'd drive home later, then she would be quite reasonable to deny you."
"What if we have a difference of opinion on whether it is a appropriate?" she asked.
"Then you may appeal to me," I told her. "If I agree with you, then you get your way, and your mother gets punished."
"Punished how?" she asked.
"I'll worry about that," I said. "But before your mind takes it to the logical conclusion, let me warn you that if you push too hard, I may revoke your privileges."
She sat back, shaking her head. "I can't believe that I am discussing with you about how you will revoke the privilege of me disobeying my mother!"
"It's the best offer that you are going to get," I said. "You get a large measure of control back, and you get to push limits, which I know that you enjoy."
She thought about it for a bit, then she held out her hand and said, "Fine. Deal."
I shook her hand and said, "So you break it off gently with Ken, treat us both as friends, and you get some measure of control back over your mother."
"And sister," she said.
"No, your sister is off limits," I said. "Some of what you do with your mother may affect Karen, but she won't be taking your orders."
"Fine," she said, pouting.
"Now go send your mother out. I need to inform her of the change in status."
Helen went inside, and moments later Cheryl came scurrying out.
"You wanted me?" she asked.
"You know that I always want you," I said with a smile. "However, there is something else that we need to talk about."
"What?" she asked nervously.
"Tell me how you felt before I started coming over here, when Helen ordered you around," I instructed her.
"I hated it," she said.
"You just earned yourself a bare-bottom spanking," I told her.
"Why?"
"For lying to me," I told her.
She shuffled her feet, then said, "It wasn't really a lie. I hated that she made me feel that way!"
"What way?"
"Excited," she mumbled.
"Was that so hard to say?" I asked.
She just nodded her head.
"Did she make you feel the way that I make you feel?" I asked.
"Sort of, but it's so much better with you!" she said.
"Maybe that's because you hadn't accepted it yet?" I queried.
"Maybe, but I don't know. You're not my child."
"Well, you are going to find out if acceptance makes it any better," I told her.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Helen and I have reached an accommodation," I told her.
"What kind of accommodation?" she asked, her voice rising in alarm.
"I've agreed to allow Helen to go back to controlling you, though not to the same level as before," I said.
"But why?" she asked.
"She's agreed to do something that I want, so I agreed to this," I replied.
"So that's what all of this was about?" she asked, hurt. "You did all this just because you wanted something from Helen?"
I looked at her for a moment, thinking about how to answer her. Her expression clearly indicated that she was hurt, even betrayed. I decided that honesty, in this case, would be the best policy.
"Honestly, that is how it started," I explained. Cheryl started to get up, pissed off, but I barked, "Sit!"
She sat down, though she was clearly angry.
"As I was starting to say, that is how it started," I continued. "I was angry at Helen, and I was looking for leverage. I saw how submissive you were, and I thought that if I could control you, I could make her life miserable. But then I got to know you. I discovered that you weren't just Mrs. Harrison, Helen's mother; you are a real person, with real feelings. So I changed my mind.
"Now it's true, I did take advantage of the situation to make Helen's life more difficult, but I promise you that I only did it in ways that were for your benefit as well. And though my plan was that, when I got my way, I'd just let things go back to normal, I can't let that happen. I can't let you go back to being unhappy. That's why I only gave into Helen in very particular ways.
"What ways?" she asked, clearly not mollified.
I reached forward and took her hands in my mine. "You've as much as admitted it," I said. "Having Helen dominate you turns you on."
Cheryl looked down, blushing.
"If I thought that it wouldn't, I would never have allowed this," I told her. "I would prefer to not get what I want rather than hurting you. On the other hand, I much prefer to get what I want, and at the same time, make it better for you."
"How could this possibly make it better for me?" she demanded.
"Well, for one thing, you retain parental responsibilities, and I think that Helen will obey your important orders," I began explaining.
"She'll listen to me?" Cheryl asked in disbelief. "When she thinks she can just tell me what to do?"
"Exactly, because you'll be obeying her, until such time as you need to be parental," I continued. "Since she knows that you have to listen to her unless it is something serious, she'll take whatever you say seriously."
She thought about that for a minute, then said, "You'd better tell me what these rules are."
"Helen gets to tell you what to do," I explained. "However, if you feel, as a responsible mother, that what she is demanding is inappropriate, you may refuse it. The example that I gave her is that if she wants to go to a party where she will be drinking then driving, you can say no."
"And who decides what is inappropriate?" she asked.
"You, initially, but Helen can appeal to me," I told her.
"Appeal to you?" she asked.
"It's a safety mechanism for both of you," I told her. "You know that if you deny her things inappropriately, then she will appeal to me, and if I feel you denied her unnecessarily, then you will be punished."
"You told her that you would punish me?" she asked in shock.
"I most certainly did," I said with a smile.
She blushed again and looked down, then asked, "And how about if she keeps appealing things?"
"If she abuses her privilege, or if she does not listen when you are being the good mother, then she will lose the privilege of dominating you," I told her.
"Dominating me?" she asked in a wavering voice.
I leaned forward again, looking intently into her eyes. "Yes, because that is why I am allowing this. I am allowing her to dominate you. I am making you submissive to your own daughter. Every day, in your house, you will consciously be aware that you're not the controlling person in the house, you are subservient. How do you think you will feel at the end of each day, knowing that everyone around you controls your actions?"
She looked at me, need in her eyes as she opened her mouth to speak. "Truthfully," I demanded.
"Excited," she whispered.
"Now do you see why I said that I'm doing this for you?" I asked gently.
She nodded.
"Do you object?" I asked. "Because if you do, I'll tell Helen no."
She shook her head.
"Do you realize that Helen is probably aware that we have a sexual relationship?" I pushed.
She nodded.
"And that she'll take advantage of that?" I asked.
She nodded.
"What if she tells you to walk around nude?" I asked. "And you object. Do you think I'll back you up?"
She looked at me, with a shocked look. "Would you?"
I leaned forward and kissed her gently. "You won't find out until it happens," I said with a smile. "Unless..."
"Unless what?" she asked.
"If you are not sopping wet right now, then I promise I'll back you up," I told her.
The shocked look returned to her face.
"Well, prove it," I told her.
"Here?" she hissed.
"Put your hand under your skirt and show me what your fingers are like," I demanded.
She blushed, but did what I asked. As she pulled her finger out, we could both see it glistening. I grabbed her hand and put her finger in my mouth. It was thick and sweet.
I sat back and saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head and I saw Helen duck back behind the window. I wondered how much of the conversation she'd seen. Since she knew what I would be talking about, she probably was watching everything. I should have thought of that before. Oh well, what's done is done.
I waited until I saw her peek over again, and I waved her out. She gave me a look as she realized that she was busted. She came out, and Cheryl blushed when she saw her.
"Do you each understand your roles, as we've agreed on?" I asked the two of them.
Cheryl just nodded, but Helen said, "Oh, yeah," in a very self-satisfied voice.
"Remember, don't abuse it," I said.
"I remember," Helen said.
"Well then, I'll see you guys tomorrow," and I got up and walked to my house.