I waited until Char was in place and had begun working on Carrie's

pussy, then I moved into position behind her. She jumped when I first

brushed her vulva with my fingers, but then she relaxed and pressed

against my hand. I played with her outer labia for a minute, then began

making forays inside with my fingers, pleased that she was already wet.

She jumped again when I first contacted her clit, but then she began

moaning softly. Finally I thought she was ready, so I eased the head of

my cock into her. She pushed back against me, which I took to mean she

was asking for the whole thing. Although her mouth was busy with

Carrie's pussy, Char was very expressive about the pleasure she felt

when I penetrated her fully.

After a few minutes, the three of us were very well in sync, and

everybody seemed to be enjoying what they were getting. We fucked for

about 10 minutes, then Carrie and I came at the same time. A minute

later, probably when Carrie's tremors had damped out, Char thought we

were done. She raised her face from Carrie, but Carrie immediately

reached down and pushed Char's head back down. I kept fucking her, and

after a few seconds I could tell from the moans that she had gone back

to work on Carrie.

The whole process was repeated twice, and finally Char raised her head

long enough to ask if we could stop, she was exhausted. "We'll stop as

soon as you cum for us," Carrie said, "Then you can have a few minutes

rest before we try another position."

"I'll try, Carrie, thank you," Char said. It took two more orgasms from

Carrie, and one from me before Char finally came. When the fireworks

were over, Carrie patted her on the head and said she was a good girl.

Char thanked Carrie, then thanked me, then asked if she could please lie

down for awhile.

We all stretched out on the bed, with Char between Carrie and I. We idly

roamed our hands over Char's body, while totally ignoring her otherwise.

We made small talk for 5 or 10 minutes, then Carrie asked me what was on

the agenda for tomorrow. I said exercise and then I would read to her

downstairs. She groaned and said she was still hot from the last time I

read to her.

I pointed out to Carrie that her new slave could help during the

reading, if only she wasn't afraid to enter the training room

downstairs. "That won't be a problem, William," Carrie said, "I'll make

sure she goes to the training room without a peep." Then she spoke to

Char for the first time, twisting her nipple while asking, "Isn't that

right, Char?"

A moment later Char said quietly, "Yes, Carrie, I'll do whatever you

want. Whatever you or William tell me."

Carrie leaned over and kissed Char on the lips. "That's the right

answer, Char. Don't forget it." She paused, then added, "I think it

would help your attitude if you called me 'Mistress' and called William

'Master' from now on. When you're answering Yes or No questions, you

will call me 'Miss' and you'll call William 'Sir'. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss," Char answered.

Carrie looked at me, and said, "See, she's a little slow, but finally

she's catching on. I think she's going to work out Ok." She layed her

hand on Char's breast, kissed her again, and said, "The more submissive

and obedient you are, the more fun and sex you'll get."

Char smiled and said, "Thank you Mistress. Thank you Master."

Carrie kissed her again, then said, "William and I have some more

fucking to do, but I think you've had a long day, and we should put you

to bed. Are you ready for bed, Char?"

Char looked disappointed, but she was definitely tired. "Yes, Miss," she

replied reluctantly. Carrie asked if she needed to use the toilet, and

she said "Yes, Miss," again.

We led her to the tolet, each of us holding one of her hands, and

positioned her on the toilet. When we let go of her hands, she looked up

at us for a moment, then raised her arms to us. We both knelt in front

of her and began kissing and caressing her breasts, stomach, and face.

We soon heard the sound of her peeing as she sighed contentedly.

After Carrie helped her squat over the bidet, she dried Char and led her

back to the bedroom. I had fetched the other set of wrist manacles from

the mural room, the ones I wore during our role reversal, and I handed

them to Carrie. She put them on Char, then fastened her wrists together

behind her back.

I got a pillow out of the closet and threw it on the floor at the foot

of the bed, and Carrie helped Char lie down with her head on the pillow.

"When you've shown us you can be obedient and submissive, we'll consider

letting you sleep with us," Carrie said as she covered Char with a

blanket.

"Thank you, Mistress, I'll try very hard to earn that reward," Char said

with sincerity.

"Here's something to help you get to sleep. Open your legs for me,

Sweetie," Carrie said. She threw back the blanket and Char opened her

legs. Carrie began stimulating Char's pussy with her hand, and Char

began moaning immediately, then had an intense orgasm a few minutes

later. As soon as her orgasm started, Carrie pulled her hand away, threw

the blanket over Char, and crawled back into bed with me.

Carrie put her fingers into her mouth and licked them clean. Then she

looked at me with mock surprise. "Why William, have you been fucking

that little cunt? She tastes just like you."

"Not me, Carrie, I swear," I said, then we both broke up laughing. We

hugged and kissed for a few minutes, then I began giving Carrie a good

old straight fuck.

As we were fucking and laughing and talking, we heard soft sobs coming

from Char. "Shut up and go to sleep, Char," Carrie said, "unless you

want the two of us to finish your spanking." Char was quiet after that,

but I doubted she was asleep.

Early the next morning, I woke up to Carrie's kisses. "I've gotta pee,"

she told me. I rolled out of bed and took her by the hand. I was pulling

her toward the bathroom, when she pulled back and led me over to Char.

Carrie pulled the blanket off of Char, said, "Get up and come to the

bathroom, Char," then she led me to the bathroom and sat down.

As Carrie was peeing and moaning from my stimulation of her nipples,

Char walked into the bathroom. Carrie looked at her and said, "We're

going to leave your wrists bound behind you for a little while, Char.

Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, Miss, thank you," Char said sleepily. Carrie ignored Char after

that, until she and I had finished on the toilet and the bidet. Carrie

then seated Char on the toilet, knelt in front of her, took control of

both her nipples and began rolling and squeezing them, and at the same

time gave Char a passionate kiss. She kept at it until Char finally

relieved herself. When Carrie pulled away from her mouth, Char was

gasping. "Thank you, Mistress," she said.

"My pleasure," Carrie said as she stood and patted Char on the head,

then helped her to stand and led her to the bidet.

Back in the bedroom, Carrie put her "reverse apron" housewear on Char

and asked her if she knew what it was for. "No, Miss," Char said. Carrie

explained the rule about sitting, reminding Char that she had seen

Carrie sit like that last night at dinner. Then she made Char practice

sitting while pulling the housewear away from her ass at the same time.

It would have been better if her hands weren't bound during her first

lesson, but Carrie chose to leave her bound. When we both agreed that

Char had become proficient, we let her relax while I dressed Carrie.

I had selected her floor length sheer gown and high heels because it was

my favorite outfit, but also because I suspected it would have Char

drooling over Carrie's appearance. When Carrie was dressed, she spun in

the middle of the room. Looking at Char, she said, "You're still under

informal speech, Char, you can speak any time you wish. What do you

think of my gown?"

"You're more beautiful than I could imagine, Mistress. I'm getting wet

just looking at you."

Carrie laughed, then went to Char, pulled her up from the chair by her

nipples, and kissed her. "That's so sweet," Carrie said. "I'm glad I

make you wet, I want you wet all the time. William and I want you to be

constantly ready for sex with us, and as you become better trained we'll

be using you more often. Do you like that idea?"

From across the room, I could see Char trembling. "Yes, Mistress. I like

that idea very much," she said.

I suggested that Carrie release Char's wrists, so she could brush

Carrie's hair and put on her lipstick. As Carrie was unlinking Char's

wrists I went to start breakfast.

The coffee was ready, and breakfast was nearly ready, when Carrie led

Char into the kitchen, holding her by one of her labia. Char's wrists

were again fastened behind her back. Carrie's hair looked good, but not

up to my usual standards. They both wore lipstick. I complemented Carrie

on her hair, and she said that Char would do better after a few more

tries.

Carrie told Char to sit on the stool, and we both watched to make sure

she pulled up her housewear as she sat. She remembered - how could she

forget with both of us looking at her - and she blushed slightly as she

sat. As I continued preparations for breakfast, Carrie poured two cups

of coffee. She offered me a sip from one cup, then took the other cup to

Char. "Here, Sweetie, take a sip of coffee."

I could tell that coffee was another of the things Char liked, but

hadn't been allowed to have during her captivity. She took a sip, then

gave Carrie a big smile and a "Thank you, Mistress."

Carrie asked me if she could help. I asked her to set the table, then

seat her slave and wait for me on her feet. "Yes, William," she said,

and took Char to the dining room.

I brought our 3 plates into the dining room and set them on the table.

Carrie had done as I asked. Char was seated, her chair right beside

Carrie's. Carrie was standing and smiling at me. I put my arm around her

waist and pulled her to me. We kissed hard for a long minute, and when

the kiss ended Carrie said seductively, "I missed my morning fuck,

William, let's go back to bed."

"Breakfast is ready, and your slave needs to be fed," I told her. "Duty

first."

She looked at Char, who was watching us intently. "Where's she going?"

Carrie asked. "If we went back to bed and had our usual hour long

morning fuck, she'd still be here when we were finished, still waiting

to be fed."

"Have you forgotten your reading session downstairs?" I asked. "You'll

get all of the stimulation you want before lunch today, be patient." I

pulled out her chair, and she gracefully bunched up the back of her long

gown as she sat.

"That was beautiful," Char said after she watched Carrie sit. "I'll

never be able to make it look that smooth and sexy."

"Yes you will," Carrie, said. "You'll practice it until you're perfect,

then you'll keep practicing until it's part of your reflexes." Then she

gave Char a no nonsense look, and said, "You're under my control, and

you'll perform to my satisfaction. You're going to be amazed at what

you'll do.

"If it were just you and me, that would be one thing. But I'm training

you to please William as well as me, and he will be as demanding of you

as he is of me. So you will be trained to perfection, count on it." As I

listened to her speech, I was fighting back a smile.

Char swallowed hard, and said, "Yes, Miss."

I sat down and suggested that we start eating. Carrie put a bite of food

from Char's plate on a fork and held it up to Char. Char looked

surprised, but opened her mouth and took the food. When she had chewed

and swallowed the food, she told me it was good. I thanked her, then she

asked Carrie if Carrie intended to feed her the whole meal. "This meal,

and as many others as I choose to feed you. Is that Ok?'

"Yes, Miss," Char said. Carrie fed herself a bite of food, told me she

agreed that it was an excellent breakfast, then gave Char another bite.

We ate quietly for awhile. I was pacing myself so I wouldn't finish

before Carrie and Char. I decided this was a good time to tell Char what

was going on. "Char," I asked, "Do you understand why we're treating you

like this?"

She looked me in the eye. "No, Sir," she said.

"While you and Carrie eat, I'll explain it to you. When I'm finished, I

hope it will be clear to you. If not, you'll be allowed to ask

questions. Ok?"

She smiled at me. "Yes Sir," she said.

"Carrie and I have been together about a month," I started. "The time

you and Carrie spent alone together, in the guest bedroom last night,

was the longest time Carrie and I have been out of each other's sight in

that month. We are very close, you and others have commented that we

seem to be the same person in two bodies." At that point Carrie reached

out for my hand, then leaned over to me and kissed it. I smiled at her

and continued my story. "Carrie and I often know what one another is

thinking, and we can communicate more with a glance than many people can

in a long conversation.

"We have an unusual lifestyle, which we developed in the month we have

been together. It consists of a series of activities. You can think of

them as scenes in a movie or play, except they don't follow in a

logical, plot development kind of sequence. The common thread they all

have is the exploration of Carrie." I squeezed Carrie's hand, and she

gave me a warm smile, as I continued. "We are looking for ways to extend

Carrie's limits in every way you can imagine, and that includes her

obedience, her emotions, her sexuality, her submissiveness, and many

more things.

"We train, explore, extend, and test Carrie's capabilities, and we

celebrate our mutual love and passion for one another. That's all we do,

and that's all we want to do.

"But now you're here. Carrie and I agree that you're welcome to share

this house with us, no matter what. If you want to have nothing to do

with us, and go your own way, you are free to do that, we'll try not to

bother you in that case.

"If you want more than that, if you want to become a third member of the

group, you're going to have to fit into the framework we've already

built. We think the best way to incorporate you into our life is as

Carrie's slave. We want to train you to serve Carrie in that role.

"The way Carrie treats you, the way she's been treating you since she

took control of you last night, is the way she was treated by me when I

first began training her. Of course, Carrie has a quality I lack, called

style." Carrie frowned at that point and shook her head. "Your training

under Carrie will be much more pleasant and entertaining than Carrie's

training was under me. But I assure you that when you make mistakes,

your training under Carrie will be just as painful as hers was under me.

"If you watch the way Carrie and I interact, the way she's treated by

me, you will see how you will eventually be treated by both Carrie and

me, and how pleasant your life will be with us. Carrie gives me all that

she has to give, and you will learn to give your all, too. In return for

Carrie giving me all that she is, I give back all that I am. The only

difference is that I command and she obeys. In your case, you will serve

two masters. Carrie will always be in charge of you, but you will do

anything I require of you as well. In return, we will treat you as a

loved member of our family and include you in our activities."

I paused to let Char absorb what I had told her, then I asked her if she

had any questions. Her first question was whether she would be whipped.

I had Carrie stand up and show her the bruise across her ass, then told

Char the whole story of the worst punishment I had ever given Carrie,

and that I was wrong to have done it and would not do it again. I told

her that Carrie regularly receives spankings and floggings, but they're

for her pleasure, not for punishment, and that if Char didn't find those

things pleasant she wouldn't have to endure them. I told her that the

worst punishments she would have to endure were spanking, flogging, and

a mild application of the crop. She asked what a mild application was,

and I said it meant no cuts, and the marks would be gone within about 24

hours.

Char wanted to know how long her training would take. I said I had no

idea, but she had already been through severe slave training, which

Carrie had not. That meant that if Char put her mind to it, she should

be able to satisfy our requirements soon, probably within a few weeks.

But I pointed out that the training was just her entry into our lives.

The hard part would be her total obedience to both Carrie and I, day in

and day out, of her own free will.

Carrie had finished feeding Char and herself. I asked Char if she had

any more questions. "What if I agree to try, but then decide I can't do

it?" she asked.

"You have to agree to train until we are satisfied with your

performance. You won't be able to stop the training once we begin. After

your training, you will be expected to make a decision and then live

with it. In other words, you can walk away from us now, or you can walk

away from us when your training is finished. If you stay through those

two decision points, you're our slave and you have no more choices. You

will be like Carrie is now, bound in slavery by nothing more than your

promise to obey."

Char was trembling. I asked her if she had any more questions. "No,

Sir," she said quietly.

"Are you ready to give us your decision?" I asked her.

She sat quietly for a full minute, then said in a whisper, "Yes, Sir, I

choose training."

Carrie reached over and hugged Char, then gave her a passionate kiss.

She felt Char's trembling, and laughed. "There's nothing to fear, stop

shaking," Carrie said. "After what you've been through, this will be

easy. Just do everything you're told, do it quickly, and do it like it's

the most enjoyable thing you could possibly be doing." She paused to

slip two fingers into Char's pussy, then continued, "a lot of the time,

it will be the most enjoyable thing you could possibly be doing."

Char looked at Carrie and smiled. "Yes, Miss. Thank you, Miss," she said.

Carrie corrected her, saying, "The correct response, using the rules of

address you were given, is 'Yes, Miss. Thank you, Mistress'." She then

made Char repeat the correct response several times, until she had the

submissive tone of voice Carrie wanted to hear.

Carrie then unfastened Char's wrists. She told Char to clear the table,

take the dishes to the kitchen, put all of the dirty dishes in the

dishwasher and start it, then wait in the kitchen on her knees. Char

said "Yes, Miss," then quickly got out of her chair and began doing as

she was told.

After Char had gathered up the dishes, but before she left the dining

room, Carrie said, "Char, when you're on your knees on the floor, put

both of your arms straight up above your head and keep them there. I

want your roaming fingers as far as possible from your pussy."

"Yes, Miss," Char said, then went to the kitchen.

Carrie looked at me and we smiled at one another. "This is going to be

fun," she said.

I said, "If she puts her mind to it, she should be ready in a week. The

big question is what she'll decide after that."

"And what we'll do if she chooses freedom over slavery," she said.

"I was right, wasn't I ?" I asked Carrie. "We want her to stay

regardless of her decision?"

"Of course," she answered. "Like you said, she's family. But it will be

so awkward."

"Are you happy here with me?" I asked her.

Carrie looked surprised. "Of course, William, you don't need to ask me

that. You know I'm happy with you." She smiled, seeing the subtext of my

question. "So, if we make Char see that I'm happy as your slave, she'll

see that she can be happy with us as our slave, right?" I smiled and

nodded.

We sat at the table holding hands until we heard the dishwasher start.

We waited another 3 or 4 minutes, then got up and went to get our slave.

Char was kneeling in the middle of the kitchen floor, her arms raised

above her head as Carrie had commanded. Carrie took her hands one at a

time and examined, then sniffed her fingers. Satisfied that Char had

obeyed, Carrie said, "Stand up, Sweetie." Char got to her feet, and

Carrie wrapped an arm around her waist. Pulling Char to her forcefully,

Carrie gave her a long open-mouth kiss.

When Carrie broke away after a long moment, Char gasped. "Thank you,

Mistress," she said with a tremble in her voice. Her arms hung limp at

her sides.

Carrie ran a finger down Char's right breast and let her fingertip

linger on the nipple. "Did I make you wet again, Char?"

"Yes, Miss," Char said as she lowered her eyes and shuddered.

Carrie turned to me. "Oh, William, she's going to be wonderful. She's so

responsive, look at her tremble just from this simple caress." Carrie

laid her palm against Char's belly and grinned at me. "It's like putting

your hand on a purring cat. Come and feel it."

Carrie moved her hand to one side, and I rested my palm next to hers. It

was like all of her muscles were quivering. "I think she is purring," I

said. "Maybe her pussy purrs."

Carrie laughed at my joke. Then she addressed Char again. "I'll bet you

could cum for me right now if you really tried. What would it take to

make you cum, Char? Will you cum if I command you to?"

"I'll do my best to obey, Mistress," Char said in a whisper.

Carrie raised her hand and brushed the nipple on Char's left breast,

provoking a gasp. Then she grasped Char by the back of her neck, leaned

close until their bodies were in contact, and whispered in Char's ear,

"Cum for me Char, cum for your Mistress. Make me happy, Sweetie. If you

want to please me, cum right now."

After a few seconds, Char began breathing in shallow gasps. About 10

seconds after that, she had a strong orgasm. She exhaled sharply and

trembled all over, and it looked like she was going to sink to the floor

in a swoon. Still holding Char by the neck, Carrie quickly wrapped her

other arm around Char's waist and pulled her close, then smothered her

mouth in another long, sensuous kiss.

Carrie held her tightly and kissed her hard until Char straightened up

and was able to stand on her own. Then Carrie put her hands to each side

of Char's face and began praising her and telling her what an obedient

slave and an good girl she was. Char was almost hysterical, she didn't

seem to know whether to laugh or cry. Finally she said, so softly I

barely heard it 3 feet away, "I love you, Mistess ... Carrie."

Carrie continued to hold Char, but when she spoke again there was a

chill in her voice. She said, "You don't love me yet, Sweetie, you love

what I do to you, and we're only getting started. We told you this would

be fun and exciting, and you're just beginning to understand what we

meant. Soon you'll let go of everything you were before, and you'll

submit to me completely and without reservation. Then you will love me,

and you'll be mine forever."

Carrie let go of Char and made sure she could stand, then she suddenly

put a hand around Char's throat and gripped her firmly. Char's eyes

opened wide, and a look of fear came to her face. Carrie put her face

right up to Char's and said, "If you use my name again without my

permission, I'll flog those cute little breasts until they're bright

red." Then she let go and turned her back on Char. She grinned when she

saw that my eyes were almost as wide as Char's. "What's on the agenda,

William?" she asked me in a cheery voice.