Carrie was doing her usual excellent job of plodding up the rugged

terrain, with no sensory input except what she felt in her feet and

nipples. Char had run out of questions and moved up to walk beside

Carrie. She watched Carrie's every step, as if she could learn to do the

climb herself just by watching it done. I was thinking about how I could

help Carrie past her insecurity, and how I could help Char past her

feelings that we were simply using her as a pawn between us. I thought I

had a plan, and I intended to implement it when we reached the top.

At the steepest part of the whole climb, near the top of the hill,

Carrie stumbled and went to one knee. Char said something like, "Oh,

no!" and looked back at me.

"Char, please help her up and see if her knee is cut," I said. Char

helped Carrie to her feet, brushed off her knee, and told me she was Ok.

"Give her a hard swat on her ass, then we can continue," I said. She

didn't want to do that, but I told her to obey me immediately. Char

reached back with her right arm, then gave Carrie a very hard

open-handed slap on her left cheek, causing Carrie to jump and then to

check and straighten her posture.

We continued, and soon came to the picnic area at the top of the hill,

bathed in warm sunlight. After halting Carrie, I told Char to stand

about 4 feet in front of Carrie, facing her, and not to move until she

was told. Then I removed Carrie's earplugs, and congratulated her on a

good climb. I left her blindfolded for the moment, as I removed the

dental floss on her nipples and started freeing her from the backpack.

As I worked on Carrie, I told her and Char that I wanted them both in

the basement after lunch, but until that time I was going to be an

observer of their behavior. They were on their own, they were not to

speak to me and I would not speak to them. I asked them both if they

understood, and they both said Yes. I knew Carrie wanted to ask me what

I was doing, but thankfully she kept quiet.

Once I had the backpack off of Carrie, I set it on the ground, then

removed her blindfold. I sat down on a rock about 10 feet away, facing

Char and Carrie. Both of them stood still, looking at me, for a long

moment. Carrie didn't understand what I was doing, but she was more

accustomed to my surprises than Char. After a moment of indecision, she

shrugged. "Char," she said, I need to be fucked, and it looks like

you're elected. Strip while I get the blanket."

"Yes, Mistress," Char said as she began undressing.

While Carrie was unpacking the blanket, she asked Char, "Was that you

that spanked me after I stumbled, Char?" Char, now standing naked,

nodded silently. Carrie walked up to her and cupped Char's breast with

her hand, then gave her a tender kiss on the lips. "That was a good

shot," she said, smiling. "After you help me with my immediate needs,

and I return the favor, we'll see how good a spanker you really are."

Char seemed relieved, I saw a faint smile on her lips.

Carrie spread the blanket, then pulled Char down with her. They lay

together kissing for a short while, then Char reached down and began

unfastening the dildo vibrator from Carrie's rings. Once Char had the

vibrator out of Carrie's pussy, she took a moment to remove Carrie's

shoes and socks, then lay between her legs and began kissing and

tongueing her labia and clit. Carrie was moaning in a matter of seconds,

and she soon had a series of violent orgasms.

Char raised her head, and I saw that her face and neck were covered with

Carrie's cum. When Carrie had recovered enough to know where she was,

she looked at Char and laughed, then sat up and pulled Char into her

arms and began kissing and licking her clean. They spent another few

minutes kissing and nuzzling, then Carrie had Char lie on her back back,

then she turned on the vibrator and began using it on Char's pussy and

clit. When Carrie had Char moaning, she started alternating between the

vibrator and her tongue, then finally used both at once. While Carrie

was working the vibrator in and out of Char's pussy, she licked and

sucked her clit. Char was more excited than I ever remembered seeing

her. She was writhing around so much that Carrie was having trouble

keeping her lips on Char's clit. Finally Char screamed as she came.

After a moment she reached down and ran the fingers of both hands

through Carrie's hair, saying "Thank you, Mistress," over and over.

Carrie moved up and lay down along side Char. She said, "I don't want

you to call me Mistress any more, Char. Call me Carrie. Or you can call

me Sister, or Marnie, or whatever you want."

After a pause, Char smiled at Carrie and said, "Since you chose the name

'Carrie' for yourself, I'd like to call you Carrie. You made me feel

wonderful, Carrie. I love you."

"I want you to feel wonderful, Char," Carrie said. "I love you too, and

I'm happy that I've made you feel good. Relax and enjoy the afterglow

while I kiss you." Char lay still, with a peaceful smile on her face,

while Carrie gently kissed her face, neck and breasts.

The two women lay arm in arm, kissing and nuzzling one another, for

about 5 minutes. They seemed completely oblivious to my presence, which

was exactly what I wanted. finally, Carrie gave Char one last long kiss

then asked, "Are you ready to give me a hard spanking, Char?"

"I'll do anything you want me to, Carrie," Char said, "But I don't want

to hurt you."

"I want you to hurt me, Sweetie," Carrie told her sister. "I'll feel

more pleasure than pain, I promise you. I want you to spank me on both

cheeks, as hard as you can without hurting your hands. If you switch

hands every few minutes, it won't sting your hands as badly. I'll tell

you when I can't take any more." Carrie held Char's gaze until Char

agreed, then they kissed one more time. Carrie hopped up onto her hands

and knees, and Char got on her knees behind and to one side of Carrie.

Char bent over and placed a tender kiss on each cheek of Carrie's ass,

then lightly ran her fingers over Carrie's pussy. Carrie shuddered, and

Char began the spanking.

I was surprised at how hard and fast Char was hitting Carrie, and so was

Carrie. Char looked frail and weak, but she wasn't. I still didn't know

the details of her captivity, except that she was consistently underfed

to the point of malnutrition. But somehow she had prevented her body

from growing weak.

Carrie was gasping each time Char hit her, and it was only a few minutes

until tears began to flow down her cheeks. By the time Char paused to

move to Carrie's other side, she was crying freely and occasionally

sobbing.

The spanking had been in progress for perhaps 15 minutes. Char had

changed sides three times, and the force of her blows seemed as strong

as when she started. Carrie's ass was bright red, and she was sobbing

continuously and gasping for breath. Finally Carrie collapsed onto her

elbows, and Char immediately stopped spanking her. "Should I stop,

Carrie?" Char asked. From the sound of her voice I could tell that Char

was tired and short of breath. I was hoping Carrie would call it quits.

Carrie was silent for a long time, then Char surprised me by resuming

the spanking. After the first few slaps to her ass, Carrie cried out and

asked Char to please stop. Carrie then rolled over onto her side,

moaning and crying. Char lay down next to Carrie and asked her if she

was Ok. In answer, Carrie pulled Char to her, and they held one another

and kissed tenderly.

They lay in each other's arms, and Char tried to kiss away Carrie's

tears as they ran from her eyes. After a few minutes, Carrie recovered

enough to thank Char for spanking her, and said whe hoped Char's hands

didn't sting too badly. "I doubt they sting as much as your ass," Char

told her.

Char held Carrie, and kissed her tenderly until Carrie's crying had run

its course. They both were quiet for awhile, and I wondered if they had

gone to sleep. then Char said, "Carrie, do you think I would ever be

able to do what you did, I mean climb this hill blindfolded?"

Carrie said, "Would you like to try?" Char said she would like to, and

Carrie warned her, "It'll hurt your little nipples a lot, until you get

used to it. Are you sure you want that, Char? You don't enjoy the pain

like I do, so it will be unpleasant for you."

"I'd like to know what it feels like, at least once," Char said. "Will

you please train me, Mistress?"

Carrie kissed Char and said, "I'll train you, Char, on two conditions.

The first is that you not call me Mistress again. The second is that you

can't just try it once and then give up. If you agree to be trained, you

will continue the training until you are able to get all the way up

here, at least once. After that, we'll stop the training if you don't

like it. Understanding that you'll suffer a lot of pain in your nipples,

do you agree to my conditions?"

Char thought for a moment, then said "Yes, Carrie, I agree to your

conditions, please train me. I want to be your perfect slave, just as

you are Master's perfect slave."

Carrie kissed Char and hugged her tight. Then, looking into Char's eyes,

Carrie said, "We'll need William's agreement for this when he returns to

us, but I don't want you to be my slave any more, Char." Char started to

speak, but Carrie put a finger to her lips, then continued. "You're my

sister, Char, and I want you to be my sister slave. I think we both

should be William's slaves, and I'd like to think of you as my younger

sister slave. I want to teach you everything I know about being a good

slave for William, and show you how to please him as I do. How do you

feel about that?"

Char was quiet for a moment, then tears formed in her eyes. "I think

that would be wonderful, Carrie," she said. "I've dreamed of being with

my big sister, of always having someone to love and share everything

with. This is my dream come true. I don't know how to thank you." She

tenderly kissed Carrie, then they hugged tightly for a long moment.

Things were going exactly the way I had hoped, except I had thought it

would take a lot longer for Carrie to see the problem. Making Carrie

Char's mistress had been a mistake. It had isolated Char at the bottom

of the food chain, so to speak, plus it prevented Carrie from relating

to Char as her sister. Now both of those problems would be corrected.

This should immediately ease Char's feelings that she was just being

used by Carrie and me. And over time, Carrie would feel less possessive

about both Char and me. I was hoping we would all benefit from the

change. I thought about introducing myself back into their lives at this

point, but then decided to stay on the sidelines until after lunch, as I

originally told them I would.

Carrie removed the canteen from the backpack frame, and she and Char

drank their fill. Without speaking to me, Carrie walked over and offered

me the canteen. I took a long drink, then handed it back to her. She

took the canteen, then stood silently and looked at me. We met each

other's gaze for a long moment, then I softly said, "Excellent

decisions." Carrie smiled and turned back to Char.

"Time to head home, Sweetie," Carrie said. Char asked if she could

remain naked, since it was such a nice sunny day. Carrie suggested that

she put on her shoes, socks, and jeans, but remain topless. After Char

put her jeans on, Carrie tied the arms of her sweater around Char's

waist. When they were ready to set out, Carrie asked Char to carry the

canteen and blanket, and she hoisted the backpack onto her shoulders.

Char helped Carrie fasten the backpack straps, then Carrie grinned at me

over her shoulder as they set off down the hill. She had left me the

pair of leather reins to carry home.

Char and Carrie held hands as they walked down the hill. They talked,

laughed, and kissed the whole way. I hadn't seen Char as happy and

animated as she was during the walk home, and Carrie also seemed to be

more lighthearted than she had been in days. I stayed about 10 yards

behind them the whole way, and occasionally Carrie would look back at me

with a smile. I had the feeling that all of our recent problems were

behind us, I couldn't help grinning back at her.

When we reached the house, they both waited until I caught up and

unlocked the door. As we entered the house, I broke my own rule for a

second time, saying, "You kids do whatever you want. I'll stay out of

your way for the rest of the morning, then I'll call you when lunch is

ready." Without speaking, each of my slaves kissed me tenderly, then

went off to put away the equipment and do God-knows-what.

Checking the clock in the kitchen, I saw that it was only 10:00. I had

an hour and a half to kill before starting lunch. I decided to hone my

Internet surfing skills, but after a half hour of that I was bored. I

stretched out on the couch, and had almost dozed off, when Carrie and

Char came through the living room. Char was blindfolded, and Carrie was

steering her with string tied to clips on her nipples. Char was bumping

into everything, and they were both laughing constantly. It was obvious

they were having a lot of fun, which was exactly what had been missing

since Char came to us. A good morning's work, I thought.

I stayed on the couch until I thought it was time to prepare lunch.

Carrie and Char hadn't returned after their one pass through the living

room, and I hadn't heard a sound from them since then. It took me about

20 minutes to prepare a light lunch, and when I had it on the table I

went looking for the women. I had an idea where to find them, and sure

enough they were in bed together. I quietly walked up to the foot of our

bed. Carrie and Char were in a 69 position on their sides, and didn't

see or hear my approach. After watching them for a minute or so, I

quietly said that lunch was ready and that they could talk to me again

if they wished.

Carrie pulled her mouth away from Char's pussy, and asked her with a

grin, "Do we really need to talk to him, Char? I thought we were doing

just fine without him."

Smiling, Char said, "Let's give him a break, he's probably lonely." They

both laughed as they reached up and grabbed me by the arms. Pulling me

onto the bed between them, they both began kissing me and trying to get

me out of my clothes. I protested, saying that lunch was ready and on

the table, but they wouldn't take No for an answer. I let them strip me,

then lay on my back while Carrie mounted my cock and Char mounted my

face. They were facing another over my body, and they leaned together

and began kissing.

We all enjoyed each other for perhaps a half hour, cycling through

several 3-way configurations. When everyone had cum a couple of times,

we collapsed in a pile on the bed. After a minute's silence, Carrie

asked me if it was Ok for Char to be my slave again, and for she and

Char to be sister slaves. I said that was a very good idea, and we

should implement it immediately. I was pleased that she explicitly asked

my permission, even though she already knew I approved of her plan.

They both thanked me, then we lay quietly, kissing and petting for

another few minutes. Finally, Char said, "Master, I'm hungry, can we

please have lunch?"

"As soon as you agree to call me William instead of Master, Char," I

answered. She repeated her question, using 'William' instead of

'Master', and we all rolled out of bed. I told the slaves to put on

their twin miniskirts, then we went to the dining room arm in arm.

When we were seated, I put my hands out to each slave, and each one put

her hand in mine. Carrie and Char also joined their free hands across

the table. "Did we have a good morning?" I asked them.

"Yes, William, we had a very good morning," Carrie said.

"The best morning of my life, William," Char said.

I had prepared soup, salad, and iced tea for lunch. The soup had cooled

to room temperature during our romp in the bedroom, so I quickly took

the three bowls to the kitchen and microwaved them while Carrie and Char

picked at their salads. When I returned with the hot bowls of soup, we

made small talk as we ate. I couldn't stop grinning, and finally Carrie

asked me what was so funny. "Nothing's funny," I told her, "I'm just

happy."

"You planned this, didn't you?" Carrie said.

"No," I said, "but I trusted that, if I let you follow your own path,

you'd find the best solution to our problems. And once again, you've

justified my faith in your judgement." I put out my hand, and she again

placed her hand in mine. "My perfect partner," I added. Not to exclude

Char, I took her hand also. "Are you pleased with the direction we're

taking, Char?" I asked her.

"Yes, William, it's all I could ever hope for," she said, as she smiled

and squeezed my hand.

After we finished lunch, I had my women remain seated while I cleared

the table. I returned from the kitchen with three bowls of ice cream,

one of which held a double serving. Giving Char the double serving, I

took my seat and we began eating dessert.

After she had taken a few bites of ice cream, Carrie laughed. She said

"Usually when ice cream is involved, it turns out that I'm the dessert.

This is a welcome change."

"There are two people here who would gladly eat you for dessert, if

that's what you want," Char said. We all laughed, and Carrie said for

once she would just like to eat her ice cream along with us.

We ate in silence for a minute, then Char asked why I didn't make them

do all of the work, since I was the master and they were my slaves.

Before I could think of what to say, Carrie said, "Because he's the most

wonderful man in the world, and the best master a slave could ever ask

for."

"Thank you, Carrie," I said. Then I tried to answer Char's question.

"From the beginning, the relationship between Carrie and I was a

partnership. I never saw myself as her taskmaster, but rather as someone

who wanted to provide her the structure and direction she needed.

Partnerships that are too one-sided tend to break down, and I want our

partnership to last forever. Besides, I enjoy cooking, and I enjoy doing

things for Carrie, like brushing her hair."

Looking at Carrie, I added, "And speaking of doing things for Carrie, I

never got to read to you the other day. We'll remedy that right now."

Carrie groaned, but she was also smiling. I took the ice cream bowls to

the kitchen, then returned and escorted my slaves to the bathroom.

After removing their skirts, I sat Carrie on the toilet first, then

knelt in front of her and kissed her. While she peed, I rolled her

nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, then pinched them

hard. I said, "I'd like to tie your nipples with floss, Carrie, are they

too sore from this morning's climb?"

"No, William, I'd be pleased if you tied them for me," she said.

When Char took Carrie's place, I gave her the same treatment. Then I

said, "Char, if you want to be trained for the reins, you'll have to try

dental floss on your nipples sooner or later. I think we should let you

experience it now. What do you think?"

"Please, William, I would like to try it now," she said.

After we had all used the toilet and the bidet, I brushed Carrie's and

Char's teeth. Char still wasn't used to having us help her with personal

grooming, she couldn't help giggling while I brushed her teeth. When I

finished, I told her to push the foam from her mouth into mine, rather

than spitting it out. We kissed as she gave me her saliva and

toothpaste, then I handed her the brush and let her brush my teeth. It's

not very hygienic, but it does break down barriers.

I tied Carrie's nipples with dental floss, then tightened the loops

until she winced. Each of her nipples was now a perfect little chocolate

brown sphere, and I couldn't resist kissing and licking each one. when I

had her moaning softly, I turned my attentions to Char.

Char's nipples were flush with the skin of her areolas, not "outies"

like Carrie's. One at a time, I kissed and nibbled at each nipple until

it was erect, then had Carrie grasp it with her fingers and pull out

slightly while I tied the dental floss loop. Char didn't show any

outward signs of pain, although it must have hurt at least a little. I

told her that wearing the floss would tend to make her nipples protrude,

so that the process would get easier over time. When both nipples were

bound with floss, I tightened the loops slowly, until a slight purple

tint appeared. Finally I kissed each nipple, and told both of them to go

to the mural room.

I asked the slaves if they wished to say anything before I placed them

under Formal Speech rules. Carrie said she loved us both. Then she

walked up to Char, took her own breasts in her hands, and touched her

nipples to Char's. "Let's see how this feels," she said, as she rubbed

her nipples in a circular motion against Char's nipples. After a few

seconds, Char threw her head back and had a strong orgasm. Carrie

smiled, then came herself. Char was having difficulty staying on her

feet, she put a hand on each of Carrie's shoulders to steady herself.

Watching the women come down from their orgasms, I said, "That was very

nice, we'll have to do it again."

I waited a few moments for them to recover. Finally they hugged, then

Carrie said, "Get it together, Sweetie, we mustn't keep William

waiting." Char straightened her posture, said "Wow," softly, then smiled

at me. Both slaves walked up to me and presented themselves, and I put

them in their bondage gear, then fastened each slave's wrists behind her

back.

I took Char down the stairs first, then into the training room. Leaving

her Posed in the middle of the room, I returned for Carrie. As I led her

down the stairs, I said, "I want you to begin training Char to control

her orgasms. She may never reach your perfect control, but let's take

her as far as she can go. She'll take your place on the stage after I'm

finished reading to you, you can start then." Carrie nodded her assent.