We lay side by side and cuddled for a minute, then we both remembered

Char. We sat up in bed and looked over at her. She was slowly

masturbating herself, she seemed to be coming down from an orgasm. When

she became aware that we were watching her, she took her hand away from

her pussy. "I didn't know people fucked like that," she said. "I didn't

know it could be that much fun."

Carrie held out her hands, and Char stood up and quickly walked to the

bed. She took Carrie's hands, and Carrie pulled her onto the bed and

tenderly kissed her on the lips. "When we're all ready, we're going to

have a lot of fun, I promise," Carrie said. We all looked at one another

for a moment, then Carrie suggested we take a shower together. Again I

thought Carrie was moving too fast, but I didn't object. There was a

fine line between pushing Char to do things she wan't ready for, versus

making her feel left out of our activities.

When we went into the bathroom, Carrie sat on the toilet. Without

thinking, I knelt in front of her and began caressing her nipples and

kissing her. Char asked what we were doing, and we stopped kissing while

Carrie told her. "It's another way William and I express our love and

devotion for one other," Carrie said. When Carrie finished, we traded

places, and Carrie wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.

When I finished and stood up, Carrie asked Char if she needed to use the

toilet. She looked at both of us, and said quietly, "I'm not ready for

the holding part. I don't understand it." Carrie told her that was fine,

and asked her if she wanted to be alone while she was on the toilet. "I

don't want to be alone any more," she said, "but it's hard to be close,

I'm not ready yet." Carrie and I used the bidet while Char finished on

the toilet, then Carrie held her hands while Char stooped over the

bidet. She giggled as the cool water contacted her crotch.

Carrie turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature. As we

were climbing into the shower, Char asked if just she and Carrie could

shower together. "William and I always shower together, we do everything

together," Carrie told her gently. "If you don't want to shower with us,

you can shower alone when we're finished, we'll stay here in the

bathroom with you." She shook her head and climbed into the shower after

us, but she stood at the back of the shower with her eyes lowered.

I shrugged at Carrie, and we began our usual playful shower scene. Most

of the time we couldn't get through a shower without at least one fuck,

even if we had just finished fucking. This time was no exception, soon I

had Carrie pinned face first against the shower wall as I fucked her in

the ass. She was laughing and joking with me, while I fucked her so hard

she was being forced up onto her tiptoes.

After a few minutes I remembered Char, and looked over at her. Her

expression was part lust and part fear. I told Carrie we were scaring

Char, then Carrie looked over at her and sighed. "Don't stop," she said

to me, then to Char she said, "Char, you'll get used to our love play

soon, and you'll see that there's nothing to be afraid of. William never

hurts me more than I want him to, he's my perfect lover." She winked at

Char, then added, "Wait 'till you see him spank me, he sets my ass on

fire. It's delicious." I thought that was way over the line, and told

Carrie she was going too far. "She needs to understand us, William," she

said. "You do spank me, it does set my ass on fire, and it is delicious.

Do you plan to stop the spankings?"

"No, but here's the part you left out," I whispered. I turned to Char

and said, "Char, nothing is going to happen to you here unless you want

it. I know what Carrie likes, and I never do anything to her that she

doesn't want me to do. Carrie and I will never do anything to you that

would harm you, or that you don't want us to do. You have no reason to

be afraid of us. Give us some time, and you'll see that I'm telling you

the truth."

She relaxed a little, gave me a weak smile, and nodded her head. To

Carrie I said, "Rinse me off under the shower, then suck my cock." I

unpinned her from the wall, and she dropped to her knees. After rinsing

me off with her hand under the spray, she engulfed my cock and swallowed

it. I was almost ready to cum from fucking her ass, and it only took her

a minute to get me off.

I helped Carrie to her feet, and we quickly soaped and rinsed one

another. Then Carrie turned to Char with a smile, and said "Your turn."

With lowered eyes, Char asked if Carrie would wash her by herself.

Carrie put her hand under Char's chin and gently forced her head up, as

I had done so often to Carrie. When Char was looking into Carrie's eyes,

Carrie told her, "William is our Master. He is the kindest, most gentle,

most considerate man I have ever known. Do not disrespect him by asking

me to exclude him from our activities. If you have anything to say about

who washes you, say it to William."

Char took a deep breath, then looked me in the eyes. "William, I'm sorry

I offended you. Would you and Carrie please wash me?" she asked. Carrie

gave her a kiss on the cheek, then squeezed by her so that Char was

between us.

I smiled at Char, and said, "Apology accepted, Char. We would be pleased

to wash you. Please turn around, Carrie will wash your front and I'll

get the rear." I wasn't sure if she was disappointed or relieved, but

she turned around and raised her arms into the air.

When I looked at the wet skin of her back, I felt the hate and disgust

rising in me again, for whoever had caused her so much harm. I couldn't

see any patch of skin on her back or ass that was free of scarring. Over

a long period of time, she had been repeatedly whipped until she was cut

and bleeding. They had systematically whipped every square inch, from

her shoulders to her knees, but only her backside. I hadn't seen any

marks at all on her chest, stomach, or the front of her thighs.

While Carrie did the same to her front, I soaped my hands thoroughly and

began washing Char. I started with the back of her neck and slowly

worked my way down. I was starting to wash Char's ass, when I noticed

that Carrie was still lingering on her breasts. I straightened up and

looked over Char's shoulder at her, asking her with my eyes what the

hell she was doing. She shrugged and began working her way down past

Char's tits. Obviously, Carrie was confused about her sexual intentions

toward Char. I wanted to give her some time to figure things out, but I

didn't want her sending mixed signals to Char in the meantime.

I moved on down the back of Char's legs, keeping a closer eye on what

Carrie was doing around front. Carrie spent some time cleaning Char's

vulva and vagina, but I concluded she was just being thorough, not

trying to excite Char. When I finished the backs of her legs, I put some

shampoo on my hands and worked up a good lather on her short hair. Then

I asked her to give me her arms, one at a time, and cleaned them

thoroughly with the shampoo suds. Finally I steadied her by holding her

shoulders while she raised one foot at a time for Carrie to wash.

I pushed Char gently under the shower stream and told her to rinse

herself. Meantime, Carrie and I got out of the shower and began toweling

each other. When Char climbed out of the shower, she first hugged me,

then Carrie. She thanked us, and said the last time anyone gave her a

shower it was under icy cold water, and they weren't gentle like we

were. We both toweled her dry, then finished ourselves.

I began combing out Carrie's damp hair, then Char asked if she could do

it. I handed her the comb, then walked around in front of Carrie and

caressed her breasts while Char combed her hair. Carrie closed her eyes

and sighed softly, her body swaying to the gentle touches from Char's

comb and my hands.

Back in the bedroom, I had Carrie sit on the bench at her dresser. I

told Char to watch and learn, she needed to know how to make Carrie look

beautiful. "She's already beautiful," Char said softly. I smiled at her

and nodded in agreement. After blow drying and brushing Carrie's hair, I

turned her around and applied her favorite lipstick.

When I finished and stepped back, Carrie smiled up at me. Char

whispered, "Perfect." I asked her if she would like to wear lipstick.

She nodded eagerly, and Carrie gave me a different shade that she said

would be better for Char's complexion and her blue eyes. I put carefully

applied it to her lips, then she looked at herself in the mirror and

gave us a big smile.

I took Carrie to the closet and started picking out the clothes she

would wear. I chose a silk blouse over an open front bra, a short skirt,

and a pair of medium heels. As I started dressing Carrie, Char said she

had never been allowed to wear clothes. I told her she could wear any

clothes she wanted from now on, or she could remain naked. She asked why

I chose Carrie's clothes and dressed her.

"Carrie is my Slave by choice, and as long as she chooses to be my slave

she has no say in how she's dressed. I dress her how I choose, or leave

her naked if I choose. This is how Carrie and I want it." At that point

Carrie smiled and nodded her agreement to Char.

Continuing my explanation, I said to Char, "You, on the other hand,

never chose to be a slave, slavery was forced on you. You are now my

slave, but only until you are able to begin making decisions for

yourself. Then you will be free to choose slavery or freedom, as Carrie

is free to choose.

"I grant you the freedom to decide some things for yourself immediately,

and one of those is what to wear or what not to wear. Until we put some

weight back on you, Carrie's clothes won't fit you well. But I'm sure

Carrie won't mind if you wear any of her clothes that you like." Char

looked at Carrie, and Carrie said she would help Char pick out clothes,

if she wished to get dressed.

Char had only seen Carrie naked, and now I was dressing her. She was

stunning when naked, but she was stunning and mysterious when you had to

imagine some things. Char was transfixed, she couldn't take her eyes off

of Carrie. When I put on her shoes, she twirled around with her arms

outstretched, then asked Char what she thought. "You're beautiful. No,

you're perfect," she said.

"That's what I think, too," I said. I checked the clock, it was 5:10.

"Help Char decide what to wear," I told Carrie as I kissed her on the

cheek, "then we'll give her a tour of the house, and then start dinner.

I'm going out to pick up our backpack."

"Yes, William," Carrie said. I put on my jacket, feeling the weight of

the pistol still in the jacket pocket, and walked out of the bedroom.

After returning with the backpack, I unloaded it and walked back to the

bedroom with Carrie's survival kit. Char was dressed in a knee length

skirt, blouse and low heels. The clothes were big on her, but she looked

attractive and I told her so. She and Carrie both looked unhappy, so I

asked what was wrong.

Carrie took me by the arm and led me to the kitchen. She said, "I think

she's a lesbian, she tried to grope me while you were gone. I had

trouble making her stop."

I laughed. "It seemed to me you were putting some moves on her in bed

and in the shower, and I know for a fact you're no lesbian. What's the

problem?"

"I was confused," Carrie said, "that's different."

I said, "She's been held against her will and raped and beaten regularly

by a man. Don't you think she has a right to be confused?" Then I added,

"Besides, I think it would work out just fine if she was a lesbian."

"What do you mean? I don't want to fuck a lesbian!" she said.

"What I mean is, if she's a lesbian, we'll both get what we want. I'll

remain faithful to you, which you want, and I'll get to watch you fuck a

woman, which I want. You didn't raise much concern when we were talking

about fucking your half sister, but it's not acceptible when she's a

lesbian? What's the matter with you? Are we going to kick your sister

out of the house if she's a lesbian?"

She put both hands to her head. "No, we're not going to kick her out, no

matter what she is. To everything else, my answer is 'I don't know'."

"Fair enough," I said. "Let's go talk to her." I took Carrie by the hand

and led her back to the bedroom. "Carrie thinks you might be a lesbian,

Char. Are you?"

She looked into my eyes, and said, "No William. I'm bi, actually. At

least, I was until I was captured and made a slave. I'm a little off of

men right now, but I hope that will eventually pass. So I guess, for

now, I'm lesbian. May I speak to Carrie?" I nodded.

She looked at Carrie and said, "I'm sorry, Carrie. I've suppressed all

of my emotions for so long, I guess I've forgotten how to act civilized.

You're so hot dressed like that, and I'm so hungry for the kind of

sexual encounters I remember from a long time ago. All the sex I've had

for years has been rape, usually brutal. From what the two of you were

saying earlier, I thought we would all be sexually involved eventually.

I'm sorry I misunderstood."

Carrie walked to Char and gave her a warm hug. "You didn't misunderstand

anything," she said. "William wants us to be sexually involved, because

he wants to watch." She gave me a wry grin, then continued before I

could defend myself. "I want that too, except every other second I don't

want it. I've never been with a woman, and the thought is as terrifying

as it is exciting. I need some time to get adjusted to the idea, could

we adopt a hands off policy until then?"

Char smiled at Carrie, and said, "I promise to keep my hands to myself,

but I hope you and William won't. I loved cuddling in bed and being

given a shower. It's been so long since I felt a loving touch, please

don't take it away from me."

"Ok, we're all square," I said. "But let me make sure the pecking order

here is crystal clear to you, Char. Until I see that you're capable of

making decisions for yourself, you're my slave. Any order I give you,

you will obey. And here's the really important part, look at me." She

looked up and met my gaze, and I continued. "Even though you will see me

treat Carrie like a slave, you and Carrie are not equals. Carrie has my

complete confidence, and full authority over you. Anything Carrie tells

you to do, and I mean anything at all, you will obey as if the words

came straight from my mouth. Do you understand that?"

She straightened her posture and lowered her eyes again. Very softly,

she said, "Yes Wiliam. Thank you, William. Thank you, Carrie."

"I think you need a demonstration of what I mean," I said. "Carrie, on

your knees!" Carrie looked at me with surprise, but immediately dropped

to her knees and lowered her eyes. Char didn't know what was going on.

I let the silence stretch out for a few moments, Then I said, "Carrie,

tell Char how to prepare for the punishment she is due for groping you

and refusing to stop when you asked her to stop."

Suppressing a grin, Carrie said in a clear, strong voice, "Char, lean

over the back of the chair and raise your skirt over your ass." After a

moment's hesitation, Char walked slowly to the low chair and bent over

it. She raised her skirt up onto her waist, then grabbed the front edge

of the chair seat and waited.

I said, "Carrie, you may now rise and tend to your duties." She looked

at me as she got to her feet, and I indicated by holding up my fingers

that she should give Char 5 slaps on each cheek.

Carrie walked over to Char and patted her lightly on the ass, causing

Char to jump. "Your punishment is 5 hard slaps on each cheek. Are you

ready to accept your punishment?"

"Yes, Carrie. I apologize for my rude behavior, and I'm ready to accept

punishment." Carrie slowly administered 10 very hard slaps, 5 on each of

Char's cheeks, then told Char to straighten up and thank her. Char

wasn't hurting enough to cause tears, but she seemed to have gotten the

message. She was a slave's slave, any time Carrie wished. She took a

deep breath, then said, "Thank you for my punishment, Carrie, and I

apologize again for my rude behavior."

Carrie and I left Char standing in the bedroom while we walked into the

kitchen. I kissed her and told her she did a fine job. She asked if that

was really necessary. "Yes, it was," I said. "When you and she are alone

together, and someone needs to be in charge, it will be you, not her.

That puts a responsibility on you, and I trust you to meet that

responsibility." She said she would, and thanked me for my confidence in

her.

We returned to the bedroom, and I asked Char if she wanted a tour. She

said she would like that, so we set off to show her the house. I let

Carrie lead the tour, while I lagged back and watched the interaction

between them. I wanted to see if Char would show any resentment. Carrie

wasn't at her best after this morning, and she was acting pretty

erratic. Nevertheless, I had no choice but to give her my full support,

unless and until she started making serious mistakes. If I had to come

down a little hard on Char, that was Ok with me, but it was a relief

that she seemed to have put the incident behind her.

Char had actually seen all of the house except the spare bedroom, and

there wasn't anything in there but a bed and Carrie's exercise

equipment. So soon we were back in our bedroom, ready to show her the

mural room and downstairs.

I took over the tour as we got to the mural room. While Carrie stood in

the Waiting Pose with her eyes lowered, I explained the idea of this

room as a transition area. I told Char that Carrie was normally stripped

and her bondage gear was put on in here, then she was led downstairs

with her wrists fastened behind her back. Char didn't know what was

downstairs, so she was a little puzzled.

I said that Carrie would remain dressed today, since this was only a

tour. We went downstairs, then Carrie and I entered the training room

first. When Char was part of the way through the door, she figured out

what the room was, and refused to enter, asking why we had such a room.

Carrie explained that she had it built so she could continue her slave

training once her Master had been brought here.

"You knew what training was like, and you wanted to continue it? Are you

insane?" Char asked, almost screaming. Carrie tried to explain that she

wanted to be trained by me, not the way the organization would have

trained her. Carrie had spent less than 2 days in the organization's

training room, and even then she was being trained in a very lenient

fashion by me. On the other hand, Char had the full tour as a minimum. I

suspected she had spent more than the normal amount of time in training,

but I didn't think she was ready to talk about it yet. In any case, I

understood all too well why she and Carrie had different feelings about

the training room.

We couldn't coax Char into the training room, in spite of assurances

that she wouldn't be harmed or restrained. Finally, I told Carrie I

needed to show her something, and told Char we'd be right back. Carrie

and I walked up to the Master's area, and I rummaged around in one of

the equipment drawers while I whispered to her that this was where we

could be alone, if she ever wanted to get away for awhile. "Perhaps for

some light reading from the classics?" Carrie said with a smile. Of

course she was referring to "The Story of O," and my unconventional

reading style that usually left her in a state of physical exhaustion

combined with sexual arousal.

We walked arm in arm back to the exit door. I asked Char if she was sure

she didn't want a tour, but she was still adamant that she didn't want

to enter the room. I shrugged and suggested we go upstairs and start

dinner.

The first thing I did in the kitchen was open a bottle of wine and pour

2 glasses. I told Char that I was assuming she wasn't used to drinking

alcohol. She laughted and said that was a good assumption. I said Carrie

would let her have sips from her glass, but would regulate her intake to

make sure she didn't get drunk or sick. When I handed Carrie her glass,

she offered Char the first taste. We both watched as Char took a sip,

then gave us a big smile. After she swallowed, she said she had

forgotten the simple pleasures like drinking wine.

We talked about what to make for dinner on what seemed like a special

occasion. Char said she didn't care as long as it was cooked, her diet

had consisted mostly of raw fruits and vegetables for years. Carrie

decided on steaks and microwave baked potatoes, with ice cream desert. I

didn't intend to actually do it, but as a way of teasing Carrie I

suggested I could give her the special ice cream torture while Char

watched. Carrie blushed as she said, "If you wish, William." I kissed

her and said I was kidding, but Char wanted to know what ice cream

torture was. Carrie explained it to her, and she laughed and said we

could do it to her any time we wanted to, it sounded like a lot of fun.

Blushing even more, Carrie pointed out that it always ended in someone's

pussy getting licked until they couldn't stand it any more, and it was

too soon in our relationship for that. Char said she understood, but

looked forward to it in the future.

I picked 3 equal-sized potatoes, stabbed them several times each, and

put them in the microwave. Carrie took out the steaks and seasoned them,

then we adjourned to the living room. I asked Carrie to dance, and we

turned on the radio and danced to a few songs. Then Carrie told me to

dance with Char.

Carrie was a dream to dance with. She was so responsive to me on the

dance floor, as she was in every other way, that no effort was involved.

But, Char wasn't a very good dancer, we always seemed to be pulling

against one another. After 2 dances, she apologized and said dancing was

one of the things she had forgotten how to do. I suggested that she and

Carrie dance for awhile.

Carrie led, but unlike me she talked to Char, telling her how to correct

her mistakes. They danced for 3 or 4 songs, then Carrie put her back in

my arms. "Road test her again, you'll see an improvement, " Carrie said

with a grin. We danced for 2 more songs, and she was much better,

although still not as enjoyable as Carrie. I complemented her on her

improvement, and asked her if she minded if I had a last dance with

Carrie. She said No, it was a pleasure to watch us dance. Carrie and I

kicked off our shoes, Carrie flowed into my arms, and everything but the

two of us disappeared. I lost track of everything until Carrie tapped me

and said the microwave alarm had sounded. I kissed her, then we put our

shoes back on. I took she and Char by the hand, and we returned to the

kitchen.