"Can you cum for me, Char?" I asked. She nodded her head, then came a

few seconds later. When I felt her body spasm, I began to cum. She put

her lips to mine and murmured that she loved me.

As her trembling eased, Char threw her head back and said, "Wow," again,

then she looked at me with a big grin. I gave her a final kiss, then

lifted her off of my lap and set her on her feet.

Carrie came back to the kitchen. "Looks like you enjoyed it, you're

glowing," she said to Char.

Char threw her arms around Carrie and kissed her. "Thank you for sharing

him, he's a wonderful lover," she said.

"It's part of the process of letting go, Sweetie," Carrie told her as

she took my hand in hers. "You came along at the perfect time, to help

me stop clinging to him. There's plenty of him to go around, I won't

lose a thing by sharing him with you."

Carrie said dinner was ready and on the table, so we all went to the

dining room. I held the chair for Carrie, then Char, and watched each

one in turn as they raised their skirts to sit. Char watched Carrie very

carefully as she raised her skirt, I knew she was taking my advice and

studying Carrie's technique.

I sat at the head of the table, with one of my women on each side of me.

Before anyone had a chance to start eating, I put a hand out to each

one. Carrie immediately put her hand in mine, then Char followed suit.

"Are we going to pray before we eat?" Char asked.

I wasn't sure if she was serious or joking. Carrie smiled, and said,

"We're not big on prayer, Char. William just wants to share a moment

with us before we eat. Would you like to pray?"

Char shook her head, saying, "When I was being trained, I prayed a lot

to be set free and to see my mother again. It didn't work, so I don't

pray any more. I was just asking."

We had been eating for a few minutes when I told Carrie that Char

thought she was being used just as a way for us to pass messages. Char

blushed, uncomfortable that I would tell Carrie what she said to me

during sex. I told her it was Ok to say anything she wanted to either of

us, but she shouldn't expect Carrie and I to keep secrets from one

another.

Carrie ignored the secrecy aspect, and tried to reassure Char, as I had

earlier, that she was a part of our lives now, and that in time she

would be a full participant in everything we did. Char nodded and said

she understood, and she would be grateful for whatever role we gave her.

"Then you won't mind if William or I occasionally use you to pass a

message?" Carrie asked Char. Carrie had a neutral expression on her

face, perhaps too subtle for Char. But I understood, Carrie was telling

Char we would use her as we pleased. After all, she had agreed to be a

slave for both of us. Char repeated that she would do whatever we asked,

and apologized for complaining. I told Char to give us time, perhaps a

few weeks, and then if she still felt like an outsider, or that we were

using her without including her in our lives, we would discuss it again.

With a grin, I then said I needed to make sure both she and Carrie

understood one thing regarding secrecy. I explained that Char and I

would need occasional time alone together, so we could conspire to

create situations and scenes for Carrie, that Char would never reveal

any of those plans to Carrie ahead of time, and that Carrie would never

press Char for details of what went on when she wasn't present. Carrie

laughed. "You mean, if I ever get paranoid and feel the two of you are

plotting against me and doing things behind my back, I'm probably right."

Taking Carrie's hand in mine, I smiled at her and said, "Not probably

right, exactly right. Very convenient for Char and I, isn't it?" We all

laughed, then Carrie said she trusted us, and hoped our plots led to

interesting situations and activities.

We worked together to clean up after dinner. Then I asked the women if

they had any preferences about how we spent the evening. Char said she

would like to hear about the time Carrie and I reversed roles. I

protested, but Carrie asked me to please let her tell the story. I

shrugged and said Ok, so we sat on the couch, me in the middle and a

sexy woman on each side, while Carrie told Char every detail of my 24

hours of torment. It took Carrie over an hour to finish her narrative,

what with all of the laughing and giggling she and Char subjected me to.

When the story was finally told, they both kissed me and told me I was

very brave to allow Carrie to take control of me.

Holding my breath in dread of a Yes answer, I asked Carrie if she would

be calling for another role reversal in the future. She looked at me

smugly for a long moment, then shook her head. "I like things just the

way they are, William," she said. I kissed her and thought, "Thank God."

Carrie asked if we could turn in early, then make an assault on the

picnic hill early in the morning. I agreed, but that caused Char to ask

a new round of questions about what we did on the picnic hill. We told

her it wasn't so much what we did when we got there, which was to fuck.

The interesting part was how we got there, and was easier to show than

to explain it.

After using the toilet and shower, then another round of sex, we were

all tired and ready for sleep. As we were getting into bed, Char said

Carrie should sleep in the middle, because she was the focus of most of

our activities. I said it should be Char, to celebrate her status as the

newest member of our group. Carrie said it should be me, so either woman

could reach out and grab some cock if she needed to during the night. I

decided we would take turns, starting tonight with Char in the middle.

We were lying together, Carrie and I caressing Char's body and kissing

her breasts and mouth. I told Char that, since we would all be sleeping

together, she and I must work together to make sure Carrie never woke up

alone. That meant that if Char and Carrie were alone in bed, and Carrie

was asleep, Char could not leave the room without waking Carrie up

first. Char asked why we had that rule, but I didn't want to tell her

about Carrie's fear of waking up alone. I told her it was just part of

the pampering that I wanted Carrie to receive, I always wanted her to be

with someone who loved her when she first woke up. I looked at Carrie,

and she had tears in her eyes. She knew why I didn't want to tell Char

about her fear, and she obviously agreed with that decision. I reached

across Char to kiss Carrie, and told her I loved her.

Our conversation and caresses slowed gradually, and soon Char was

sleeping peacefully. Carrie and I stretched across Char to share a final

kiss, then we went to sleep too.

I woke up later to hear Carrie sobbing quietly on the other side of the

bed. "What's wrong?" I whispered.

"Nothing, I'll be Ok," she whispered back.

I eased out of bed and walked around to Carrie's side. Taking her arm, I

pulled her gently from our bed and took her to the guest bedroom. There

we crawled onto the bed and lay down together. "Now, what's wrong?" I

asked again.

Carrie sobbed softly for a minute, then said, "It was just so hard,

watching you fuck her while I fixed dinner. I felt like you don't need

me any more."

"Why?" I asked her. "I'm really confused, you sent her to me, for me to

fuck her. What did you expect me to do, reject her and send her back to

you? And I'd still need you if I was fucking ten other women, don't ever

think I don't need you."

Carrie was silent for a moment. Then she said, "No one did anything

wrong, I'm just having trouble letting go. Everything you did,

everything I said about letting go and not clinging any more, that's how

I want it to be, but it's so hard. I'm afraid you'll pull away from me.

I've become dependent on you, on the feelings you have. You always make

me know I'm loved intensely, even when we're fighting like we were this

afternoon. I want to let go and not cling, I want you to do and be

whatever you wish, but I don't want to lose you." She paused, then said,

"Now I'm just babbling and repeating myself, so I'll shut up."

"Do you want me to stop fucking Char? Just say the word."

She was very close to saying Yes, but then she changed her mind. "I wish

it was that simple," she said. "In a way, I wish she hadn't been brought

here. But she's here, and I can see that being with you is helping her.

She's remembering what a decent man is like, she needs to get used to

that. Plus, she adores you already, she loves fucking both of us, and

she needs some happiness and pleasure in her life. So I want us all to

fuck as much as we want, and I want you and I to lead Char back to a

point where she is able to choose her own path. And I want you to give

me some time to adjust, and to prove to both of us that I can really let

go and stop clinging to you. And I want you to fuck me now."

"I'd love to," I said, and started kissing her breasts and running my

hands over her body. I thought it would help her attitude if I acted

more romantic than our usual slam-bang type of sex, so I was taking my

time and giving her a lot of foreplay.

As I was beginning a tentative exploration of Carrie's vulva with my

fingers, she stopped me. "No, this is too easy. I've pledged to you I

would choose the hard path, and that's what I'm going to do. Please wait

here, William."

I kept quiet and let her leave. As I expected, Char came into the room a

few minutes later. She looked unhappy as she said, "Mistress said I was

to come to you and ask you to please fuck me. Mistress said to fuck you

for at least an hour, and then ask you if we could return to bed with

Mistress." She paused, frowning, then continued. "Master, I know it's

not important that I understand, I'll obey the two of you no matter

what, but I'd like to know why I'm being used like this."

"Lie down with me, Char," I said. "If you don't want to fuck, we won't.

I'll just hold you in my arms and try to explain." She climbed on the

bed and snuggled next to me. I told her about Carrie's insecurities, and

how she was struggling to overcome them and become the person she and I

wanted her to be. I apologized to Char for the way she was being used,

and offered her the lame excuse that her presence had triggered Carrie's

insecurity, therefore she should be willing to help Carrie work through

her problem.

When I finished my explanation, Char was silent for awhile. Finally she

said, "We're a dysfunctional family. But I think we'll work it out

eventually. It'll be Ok." After another silence, she put her hand on my

cock and said, "Master, please fuck me."

I said, "You don't have to do that, Char. I'll make sure Carrie

understands that she can't command you to have sex if you don't want to."

She smiled at me. "I want to," she said.

When we returned to our bedroom, Carrie was lying in the center of the

bed. She sniffled, and I knew she had been awake and crying the whole

time. "Did you kids have a good time?" she asked.

As Char and I crawled into bed on each side of Carrie, I said, "Yes, we

had fun, but we're glad to be back here with you." Char and I both

snuggled up to Carrie and kissed her, and we all fell asleep right away.

When I woke up, Carrie and Char were still sleeping soundly, Char's head

on Carrie's shoulder. I decided to let them sleep. Free from the need to

stay with Carrie until she woke up, I used the toilet and then went to

the kitchen to start breakfast. I made a hearty breakfast, with enough

food for four, hoping to get Char to eat a little excess and put on some

pounds. Using the cart and food covers Philip had used several times

when he delivered meals to us in the bedroom, I loaded everything and

wheeled it to the bedroom.

The two sleeping beauties were still out. I gently roused them, and told

Char to assist her Mistress on the toilet while I set out the food and

arranged 3 chairs at the table. When Carrie and Char came back to the

bedroom, I told them to sit so we could eat. Carrie pointed out that

their butts were uncovered, so I took Carrie by the hips and planted a

kiss and then lightly slapped her on each cheek of her ass. "Now you can

sit, your butt has been blessed by your Master," I said with a grin.

Carrie smiled and sat down. Char was giggling, so I grabbed her and gave

her the same blessing.

We made smalltalk as we ate. No one wanted to discuss the sexual pairing

problem, so we carefully avoided any subject that might lead in that

direction. Carrie said she was anxious to start her trek up the hill,

she asked if she could duck out the back door and check the weather. I

refused permission, saying I would go while she and Char lingered over

their coffee.

Since I was barefoot as well as naked, I just leaned out of the open

door to sample the air temperature. It was chilly, but not too cold for

Carrie to wear one of her mesh body suits. The sky was clear and already

light toward the East. It was going to be another nice day, like

yesterday.

Returning to the bedroom, I told Carrie what she would be wearing, then

I told her to take Char with her while she rounded up all the equipment

she would carry on her back. As they went off to do that, I cleaned up

the breakfast dishes, wheeled them back to the kitchen, and put

everything into the dishwasher.

We all met again in the bedroom. I watched as Carrie dressed Char in the

clothes she wore outside yesterday - sweater, jeans, sneakers. After

helping Carrie into her black mesh leotard, I unzipped the crotch and

breast openings. Carrie sat while I put on her socks and walking shoes.

Char fetched Carrie's wrist manacles from the mural room, and I locked

them on Carrie's wrists.

I told Carrie she would be guided by her nipples rather than her rings

this time, and took her to the bathroom to attach a dental floss loop

around each nipple. When Char saw me tying the floss around Carrie's

nipples, she couldn't keep quiet any more, she started asking what we

were going to do. I told her it was a way I could exercise control over

Carrie and a way Carrie could demonstrate her obedience and her physical

abilities, and we both enjoyed doing it. Then I told Char to wait until

we were on the trail, and then she could ask more questions.

Back in the bedroom, I finished equipping Carrie for the trail. She was

standing in the center of the bedroom, her wrists locked to the backpack

and her reins attached to the dental floss and threaded through the

backpack. I told Carrie she would not be allowed to cum until she

reached the top of the hill, then I told Char to kneel in front of her

Mistress and try to bring her to an orgasm. As Char began eating

Carrie's pussy, I covered her eyes with the blindfold and inserted her

earplugs, then dressed myself and put on my jacket.

After several minutes, Char had Carrie moaning continuously, and the

juices from her pussy were running down both her legs. I told Char that

was good enough, and when she stood up I pushed the dildo vibrator into

Carrie's pussy, attached it to her rings and switched it to the low

setting. Carrie groaned when I started the vibrator, she evidently

thought it was only a dildo until it came to life. I wasn't sure the

batteries would last to the top of the hill, but I had Char as a backup

in case they didn't.

I told Char she could walk behind us, beside us, or ahead of us, or

whatever she wished, as long as she stayed out of Carrie's way. Picking

up the reins, I drove Carrie through the house to the back door, and

then outside. While she stood waiting for me to lock the door, Carrie

started walking in place, and said "Brrr!" Char asked me if it wasn't

too cold for Carrie to be outside naked. I told Char that Carrie would

warm up once we started moving, and that part of the challenge was for

her to be exposed to the cold.

When we started moving toward the trail, Char walked beside Carrie,

fascinated with the whole idea of what we were doing. She looked

carefully at Carrie's nipples, then came back to me and said she could

barely see the nipples move, but Carrie still turned. I said we had

practiced this a lot, and part of the challenge for me was to make

small, consistent pulls on the reins to steer Carrie. The challenge for

Carrie was to always turn the same amount for a given force on her

nipple.

Then Char wanted to know how Carrie could make such good time over

uneven terrain. I told her that part of the answer was that Carrie

cheated. We had done this so many times that Carrie had a map of the

terrain in her head. I could vary our route to some extent, but Carrie

knew when we were on safe terrain versus dangerous terrain, and she

walked as fast as she felt was safe. the other part of the answer was

that Carrie had excellent reflexes, and sometimes when she stumbled, she

could recover so fast that we wouldn't notice.

Finally Char asked me the big question, what were we trying to

accomplish? I told her again that it was a way to explore the limits of

control I could apply to Carrie. I told Char about the original goal,

taking Carrie to the top of the hill and fucking her naked in the snow,

and how we realized that was too difficult and scaled back to a safer

scenario with Carrie wearing the latex leotard. I also told Char that we

had planned to make a movie, and that was one of the ways she could

participate with us. She could be our camera operator.

Char asked if she could learn to do what Carrie was doing. I told her

that Carrie would probably be happy to train her the way I had trained

Carrie, if that was something that she wanted to try. She grinned and

said it looked like fun. I told her it was hard to learn, and would

probably be quite painful for her nipples, but she said that was Ok, she

wanted to try.

We had been in sunlight for a few minutes, causing Carrie to stand

taller and move a little faster. The terrain was beginning to steepen,

and I was telling Char to watch how Carrie's walking technique changed,

when I heard Carrie say my name very softly. I reined her to a halt,

then removed one of her earplugs and asked if she had a problem. She

said, "William, I don't think I can make it to the top without coming.

I'm very excited, and it's getting hard to concentrate."

Carrie's vulva was swollen. Her red inner lips, normally concealed, were

pushing out prominently between the outer labia, and her clit was

peeking out from its sheath. She was very close to an orgasm. I reached

down and switched the vibrator off. "Do you want me to take it out?" I

asked her. She shook her head. I covered her vulva with the palm of my

hand, feeling her heat and wetness. Pressing gently, I said, "You will

be hot, wet, and ready for me when we get to the top, won't you?" She

knew it wasn't a question.

"Yes, William, I'll be ready for you in every way," she said with a

smirk. I kissed her, and when she felt my lips on hers she pressed

forward and opened her mouth wider. Our tongues touched and played

together for a moment, then I pulled away from her as I felt my dick

beginning to stir. "I love you, William," she said. I reinserted her

earplug, then tightened the dental floss loops, producing sharp gasps. I

patted her on the ass as I walked back to my position behind her, and

she favored me with a whinny. Grinning, I picked up the reins and

started her moving again.

We had gone a few dozen yards farther, when Char said to me, "You always

want her to succeed." I asked her what she meant, and she said, "You set

challenges for Mistress, but you won't let her fail. You want her to

always do well."

"She fails sometimes," I said, "But I consider those my failures, not

hers. My task is to challenge her, and to celebrate with her when she

conquers the challenge. When she fails, it's because I set an

unreasonable goal for her. She'll do anything for me, if it's possible.

I want to push her limits, but not so far that she fails."

Char was looking at me, but she remained silent, so I continued,

"Normally, I think she would have made it all the way up the hill with

the vibrator on. But she's under emotional stress now, she's feeling

insecure, and it's just not a good time to push her to the limits of her

control."

"You really love her, don't you, Master?" Char asked. I smiled at her

and nodded. She frowned and said, "I'm sorry I'm causing complications

for you, for the both of you. Maybe it would be better if I went

somewhere else."

"Where would you go?" I asked her. She looked hurt, I think she took my

question as agreement that she should leave. She said she didn't know

where else to go, but she didn't want to be a problem. I said, "You're

not a problem, and we don't want you to go anywhere else. I know we're

treating you unfairly, Char. It's because we don't know how to integrate

you into our world as Carrie's sister, and we're too selfish to give up

the life we both want. You've been a slave under horrible conditions for

years, we thought you'd be willing to be our slave under better

conditions, hopefully enjoyable conditions.

"Carrie's having a problem right now, precisely because she wants you

here, and she wants you to be part of our lives. If she told me she

didn't want me to fuck you any more, I wouldn't. But that's not what she

wants. She wants to face her insecurities and conquer them. She wants

you in our lives, and she wants you to share everything with us. Just

give us a chance to work things out, Char. It'll get better, I promise."

Char smiled at me, and said, "Ok."