Back in the kitchen, Char sat on the stool she had eaten off of earlier

in the day. While Carrie removed the potatoes from the microwave and

wrapped them in foil to finish cooking, I heated the grill for the

steaks. As we were working, Char said, "I remember what couples in love

look like, and I've never seen anyone as much in love as you two. You're

like one person almost." I remembered that Philip had said the same

thing earlier in the day.

We both smiled at her, and Carrie said she felt like the luckiest woman

in the world. "Luck had nothing to do with it," I told Char with a grin.

"She kidnapped me and brought me here. And now it turns out she's a

serial kidnapper, she's done it a second time." We all laughed, then I

told Char that I was the lucky one, Carrie's love saved me from an empty

life, and gave me more happiness than I ever thought was possible.

Carrie and I fixed a quick salad while the steaks cooked. When

everything was ready, we filled up three plates and took everything to

the dining room. We set the table, then I held Carrie's chair as she

pulled up her skirt and sat down. When I held Char's chair, she asked,

"Should I do that?" nodding at Carrie.

"Do you want to?" I asked her. She shook her head. "Then sit down," I

said.

When everyone was seated, Carrie gave Char a sip of wine, then Carrie

and I took our sips at the same time, our eyes locked on one another.

Char broke the spell when she said there was no way she could eat all of

the food on her plate. Smiling, Carrie told her she needed to gain some

weight.

We made small talk during the meal. At one point Char asked what we did

here, what was a typical day like? Carrie and I both laughed, then

Carrie said we didn't have any typical days. I told Char we had an

unusual lifestyle, and it would make very little sense to her if we

tried to explain it. She would just have to spend a few days with us,

and she would begin to understand.

Char said she wanted to fit in, and hoped we could find ways to include

her in our activities, whatever they were. I told her we wanted that to

happen also, but we weren't going to change the way we lived, at least

not right away. If it turned out after a few days that Char was feeling

left out, we would talk about how to improve things. She said that was

more than fair, she'd be better off than she was no matter what it was

like here.

When everyone had eaten their fill, I said we would finish our wine and

then have desert. Carrie gave Char a sip and then took one for herself.

She looked at me and put her hand on the table for me to take. I of

course took her hand, and told her I loved her. "I love you," she said

simply.

Still looking at her, I asked her if she would like her ice cream

dressed or naked. I expected a mild protest, but instead she asked how

she would be having it if Char weren't withg us. I told her she would be

having it naked and blindfolded.

"Then I'll have my ice cream naked and blindfolded, please William," she

said with a grin.

"I'd like to propose a variation, Carrie," I said. "If you're

uncomfortable with my proposal, we'll do it the normal way." She nodded.

"I propose that for the first half of the game, until the ice cream gets

below your navel, you have to guess whose tongue is licking it up, mine

or Char's." Carrie groaned, but I continued. "If you guess right, you

get a spoon of ice cream for yourself. If you guess wrong, no ice cream

for you."

"What happens below the navel, William?" she asked, no longer grinning.

"Below the navel, it's just you and me, Kid," I said. "Of course, Char

can watch if she wants to," I added.

Char was smiling.

I think Char held her breath during the few seconds Carrie thought it

over. Finally Carrie smiled again, looked at Char and then back at me,

and said "I trust you, let's play."

Char didn't understand the significance of the "I trust you" at the

beginning, but I did. She was asking me to do exactly what I said I

would do, and not try to trick her. She was pretty sure I wouldn't, but

this was important to her and she wanted me to know that.

I stood up, walked behind Carrie's chair, and pulled it our from the

table with her in it. I knelt in front of her and began unbuttoning her

blouse, then gently pulled it out of her skirt and removed it from her

shoulders. She leaned forward while I pulled the blouse off of her arms

and tossed it aside. I kissed both of her nipples tenderly, then kissed

her on the lips. "I love you," she whispered as our lips separated. I

unfastened her bra and slipped it off of her arms, then pulled her skirt

up her torso. She raised her arms while I pulled the skirt over her head

and removed it. The bra and skirt joined the blouse in a pile on the

floor, then I removed her shoes, and she was naked.

Telling Carrie to stay as she was, I went to the bedroom to get the

equipment we needed. When I had everything, I looked at the clock and

waited another 2 minutes, to see what Char would do while I was gone. I

returned to find that she had gotten up and was standing beside Carrie.

I showed Carrie the rope, then proceeded to tie her wrists and ankles to

the chair. I put her posture collar on her neck, then tied it to the

chair back to immobilize her head. Finally I slipped on her blindfold.

Char seemed fascinated by the game, and we hadn't even begun playing yet.

I asked Char to please go to the bathroom and get us a hand towel. As

soon as she was out of earshot, I asked Carrie, "Did you and Char talk

about anything interesting while I was gone?"

"This and that," Carrie said. "She asked me if we did this kind of thing

often. She offered to cheat for me, and tap a certain pattern on me with

her tongue so I'd know it was her. She said she was dying to lick my

skin and my dark nipples, and she was sorry she wouldn't be able to put

her tongue deep inside my pussy. You know, just stuff." She grinned.

"Excellent, she's bonding with you," I said.

"Yes, she so bonded she's dying to fuck me," Carrie said.

"But she won't do anything until you give her permission," I told her.

"Now she knows she's your slave if you want her. You control her. If you

want her to choose slavery, and to choose you as her mistress, what you

do starting right now is critical. After she's licked your breasts a few

times, seen how responsive you are, and watched me eat your pussy,

she'll be wound up tight. You really should take control of her and fuck

her tonight, as soon as I untie you."

"I'm considering it. Here she comes." As Carrie fell silent, I heard

Char's footsteps.

"Don't consider it, do it," I whispered, just before Char entered the

dining room.

I asked Char to put the towel on the chair between Carrie's open thighs

and to tuck it in under her legs and crotch. I watched to make sure she

didn't try to take advantage of Carrie's helplessness. She behaved

herself, but she was a little flushed when she finished.

I took Char to the kitchen with me to get the ice cream. "This is so

cool," she said in the kitchen, "do you guys do this kind of thing all

the time?"

"We don't do this particular thing often," I said, "but we do lots of

scenes similar to this, putting Carrie in a position where her obedience

is tested. When we start the game for real in a minute, I'll forbid her

to cum until we're in bed and fucking. She'll get very hot and horny

before we run out of ice cream, but she won't cum."

"Can she really keep from having orgasms under your control?" Char

asked. She was skeptical.

"Not only can she suppress them, she can cum on a moment's notice, any

time I command her to." Char flatly refused to believe that, so I

offered her a demonstration. She said we couldn't just use Carrie for

our amusement, not with something as important as an orgasm. "Sure we

can," I said.

Before we went back to the dining room, I said, "I'm thinking of giving

Carrie control of you for awhile, Char. You've seen the ugly side of

slavery, you should let Carrie show you the fun side. She's the perfect

person to help you understand how satisfying voluntary slavery can be.

It would mean spending more time with just you and her, until she got

you through any rough spots. Are you up for it?"

"I guess so, if you think it'll help me understand," she said with some

hesitancy. But I could see she liked the idea.

"Good then, it's settled. I expect you to be obedient to her." I said,

and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

I got a bowl of ice cream and a small spoon, and we returned to Carrie.

I put the ice cream on the table, then told Char to place her palm on

Carrie's belly, just above her pussy. Char was hesitant, but did as I

told her. "Carrie, cum," I said.

She came instantly, and Char quickly pulled her hand away and gaped at

Carrie. "How do you do that?" she asked.

Carrie said, "I try my best to give my Master total control over his

Slave. My complete obedience to him is a goal we both work to achieve."

That was a clever non-answer. We had no idea how she did it, she just

did it.

"Carrie, you will not cum again until you are in bed and fucking later

tonight," I said. I didn't specify whom she would be fucking.

"Yes William," she said, a slight smirk at the corners of her mouth.

"Are you ready for some ice cream?" I asked her.

"Yes, William," she said. I stirred and mashed the ice cream until it

started to get runny. I bent over her and carefully put a dab of ice

cream just below her left collar bone, drawing a quick gasp from Carrie.

I glanced at Char. She was staring, like she was afraid she would miss

something if she blinked. I started to tell her that the ice cream

didn't run that fast, but I decided to let her be.

Finally the ice cream was melting sue to Carrie's body heat. A small

stream was slowly creeping down toward her left breast. I let it get

half way down her breast, then I delicately licked upstream. When she

was clean, I stepped back and moved a few paces to one side. "Who was

it?" I asked her.

She was making faces and agonizing over her choice, then finally she

said, "I think it was Char." She knew it was me, she was playing her own

game within our game.

"Sorry, no ice cream for you," I said.

I ate a small spoonful, then fed one to Char. "Oh, my God," Char said

when she got her first taste. She almost came, and I guessed that her

raw fruits and vegetables hadn't come with ice cream for dessert. When

she had calmed down, I handed Char the bowl and nodded at Carrie.

Char did exactly what I had done, under Carrie's right collar bone. She

used a little too much ice cream, and when it started to run it split

into three streams. Char went into action and quickly licked up two of

the streams as they neared Carrie's areola. The center stream got to the

nipple before Char got to it, so she parked her tongue on the areola and

lapped up the ice cream as it arrived. By the time the ice cream stream

stopped flowing, and Char started licking upstream, Carrie was moaning

softly and shuddering. Char pulled back from Carrie, and she had that

look of lust I had seen earlier. "Who was it?" I asked Carrie.

This time she made it look easier. "That one was Char," she said.

I nodded at Char, and she said "That's right, Carrie, here's your ice

cream." Carrie opened her mouth and flicked her tongue a few times.

That's when I knew they would be fucking tonight.

Carrie put on a show of savoring the ice cream. Then she said, "Char,

did you cum when you tasted the ice cream for the first time?"

Char gave a throaty chuckle. "Almost, Carrie. I was very close."

"When you fed me just now," Carrie said, "I imagined us coming together

from tasting ice cream." I was biting my tongue to keep from groaning.

Carrie was going way over the top. I thought she would just take Char by

the hand and pull her into the bedroom, I didn't expect a seduction.

We had six more trials, three for Char and three for me. Amazingly,

(not!) Carrie guessed correctly for each of Char's trials, but was only

correct on one of mine.

The last two trials had involved letting the ice cream pool up in

Carrie's navel and then licking it out. Since the next step was to go

below the navel, and I had promised Carrie it would only be me licking

her after that, I told Carrie and Char that Char was out of the game.

They both groaned, but I told them those wre the rules we had agreed to

play by. I decided to cut the game short so the women could get it on,

so I put a spoonful of ice cream on Carrie's belly and watched as it

trickled down toward her pussy.

I told Char to kneel down beside me so she'd get a good look at the

cleanup process. I let some ice cream enter Carrie's pussy, then stuck

my tongue inside her and lapped it out. After repeating that a few

times, I let the ice cream run until it started running out at the

bottom of her labia. Then I licked up and down her outer labia several

times before penetrating them and thoroughly licking everything I could

reach with my tongue.

I looked over at Char, and she had a hand under her skirt. "Carrie," I

said, there's just a little bit of ice cream left, and it's about to run

into your pussy. Won't you please let Char have one more taste?"

Her voice trembling, she said, "Yes, William, if that's what you wish."

"I really think Char deserves another taste of ice cream, don't you?"

"Yes, William," she said, sounding helpless and resigned to the

inevitable.

I got out of the way and made a sign to Char with my hand, indicating

"It's all yours." Char took my place and began giving Carrie a very

thorough going over with her lips and tongue. Carrie was moaning for

real now, and within a minute I became concerned Char would take her to

orgasm. I decided to trust that Carrie would let me know if she was

approaching her limit. Carrie had a better approach, after another few

moments she forcefully said, "Stop, Char."

Char stopped immediately and pulled her head back. "Yes, Carrie," she

said submissively. A faint smile appeared on Carrie's face. I had told

her she was in control of Char, and now she knew it. Tied to a chair and

blindfolded, she demanded obedience and got it.

"Can Char untie me now, William?" she asked.

"Sure, Carrie, the game's over. You did very well, as usual."

She smiled. "Thank you, William," she said. "Char, untie me."

When Carrie was free, she stood up. "Remove my blindfold and collar,

Char," she said.

"Yes, Carrie," Char whispered as she obeyed.

Carrie stepped closer to Char until their bodies were in contact. She

put her hand at the back of Char's neck and squeezed lightly, taking

physical control of her slave. Looking into Char's eyes, she said, "Go

to the guest bedroom and wait for me. Remain standing, I'll be in to

undress you when I'm ready." Still holding Char's neck, she took her

wrist and pulled Char's hand up to her nose. She sniffed Char's

still-moist fingers, then said, "And don't touch yourself again without

my permission." She leaned closer and brushed Char's lips with hers,

then let go of her neck and wrist.

Char shuddered. "Yes, Carrie, thank you, Carrie," she said, then walked

toward the bedroom.

When Char was out of sight, Carrie turned to me with a big grin. "How'd

I do?" she asked.

"I'm in awe," I told her truthfully, "you're a born Master."

"I'll always be your Slave, William. You know that, don't you?" I

nodded. "Are you coming in to join us?"

"I think you should work it out by yourselves the first time. But if you

want me, I'll be in our bedroom. Give a yell and I'll hear you."

She kissed me, and asked if she could go. "Of course you can go, your

slave is waiting." She grinned ear to ear. "Be firm with her, Carrie.

She wants to please you, tell her what you want from her and then make

her give it. Train her well." Carrie kissed me again and went to her

slave.

I cleared the dinner dishes, then put everything we had dirtied from

today's meals in the dishwasher. Going back to the dining room, I picked

up the ropes, collar, blindfold, and Carrie's clothes, and headed for

our bedroom. As I passed the hallway that led to the guest bedroom, I

heard a loud moan I recognized as Carrie's. I almost went in to join the

new lovers, but then I thought better of it and continued to the master

bedroom.

After stowing the hardware, I hung Carrie's clothes in the closet, then

stretched out on the bed. It was only 9:30, and I wasn't the least bit

tired or sleepy. I lay quietly, enjoying the occasional murmurs of

laughter and squeals of pleasure wafting into the room from down the

hall. Eventually I began slipping into and out of a light sleep. Each

time I awakened it was to a new round of sounds from the women.

Finally I must have tuned them out and gone into a deeper sleep. When I

woke again it was a little past 10:30, and the sound I heard was someone

getting a sound spanking. I'm not sure how long it had been going on,

but it lasted another few minutes after I woke up. I thought about

investigating, but decided against it.

Finally the slapping sound stopped, and a minute later I heard Carrie's

voice coming down the hall.

"Get in there, you little cunt," Carrie said as she pushed Char into the

room. She was walking right behind Char, pushing her along and pinning

Char's hands behind her back. They were both naked. She guided Char over

to the low-backed chair and bent her over it. I could then see that

Carrie was holding both of Char's thumbs tightly in one hand, leaving

her other hand free. Char stopped when her upper body was horizontal,

but Carrie pulled Char's hands straight up, forcing her head down onto

the chair seat. She said, "All the way down, bitch, put your forehead on

the seat and don't move. Your spanking isn't finished yet."

Carrie let go of Char's thumbs, and Char lowered her arms. "I told you

not to move, keep your arms up," Carrie said, and Char raised her arms

up as high as she could above her back. "Stay that way until I give you

permission to move," Carrie said, then turned her back on Char and gave

me a warm smile.

"Did you girls have fun?" I asked.

"She's a horny little slut, William," Carrie said with a laugh. "I

thought she was going to fuck me to death, but then she decided she

wanted to be in charge. I had to explain some things to her."

"It looks like you got your point across, she seems under control now,"

I said. Then I addressed Char. "Didn't your slave training teach you to

obey those who have been put in control of you, Char? And didn't I ask

you to obey Carrie?"

"Yes, William, I apologize. I'm very sorry, Carrie, I will obey you from

now on." Carrie and I smiled at each other.

"It's just as well she acted up," Carrie said. "I was getting tired of

her anyway, I wanted to come back in here and get the real thing from

you. I thought I'd bring her along in case we thought of some use for

her. Please stand up, William, and let me undress you."

I got out of bed, and Carrie and I hugged and kissed. "Hmm," I said,

"you taste like you've been eating pussy." Carrie laughed, then began

undressing me.

Char was getting tired, she was having trouble holding her arms up

behind her. I motioned toward Char, then told Carrie, "You've got her in

too comfortable a position, she might go to sleep like that. Have her

turn around and kneel. She can watch us while we fuck, and think about

the reasons she's not in bed with us."

Carrie said, "You mean because she doesn't know how to obey, and because

she doesn't like men any more?" Then to Char she said, "Turn around and

kneel facing the bed, Char. And keep your wrists crossed behind your

back, I don't want your hands anywhere near your pussy."

"Yes, Carrie," Char said as she quickly straightened up, turned to face

our bed, and dropped to her knees. She crossed her wrists behind her

back, spread her legs wide, and lowered her eyes.

Carrie said, "Don't lower your eyes, Char, William and I have never had

an audience before. We want you to watch."

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

When I was naked, Carrie pushed me onto the bed and jumped in beside me.

She quickly got up on all fours, grinned at me, and said, "Whenever

you're ready." That was the start of another of our long cycles. We were

definitely in a rut, we even cycled through our favorite positions in

the same order, usually.

Within a few minutes, I had forgotten Char was in the same room. After

about 20 minutes of butt fucking, I rolled off and Carrie latched onto

my cock with her mouth. That lasted another 20 minutes, then I had

Carrie lie on her back while I buried my face in her pussy and

stimulated her nipples

Carrie seemed more vocal during this stage than I remembered her being

in the past, then I realized she was playing it up for Char. She kept at

it for about 5 minutes, then I heard Char say softly, "William?" I

ignored her until she called my name again, louder this time.

I pulled my face out of Carrie's pussy, and said "What do you want,

Char?"

"May I please join you and Carrie in bed, William?"

"I've given control of you to Carrie, Char," I said. "If you get her

permission, it's fine with me."

Char started over. "Carrie?"

"What is it, Char?"

"May I please join you and William in bed, Carrie?"

"Can you tell me what you are first, Char?" Carrie asked. I wasn't sure

what answer she wanted from Char.

Char was silent for a long moment, then with great reluctance in her

voice, she said, "I'm a slave and a horny little slut, Carrie." Carrie

said that Char didn't sound like she believed what she was saying, and

made her repeat it several times until she sounded convincing.

"Whose slave are you, Char?" Carrie asked.

"I'm your slave, Carrie, yours and William's."

"Yes, Char, you can join William and I in bed." As Char got to her feet

and moved to the bed, Carrie said, "You can take William's place, with

your face buried in my pussy, while William fucks you from behind."

With a smile on her face, Char said, "Yes, Carrie."