I freed Char's wrists, but reminded her that she was still under Formal

Speech rules. Then I took my two slaves to the bars, and told Carrie to

lean over the front bar until her torso was horizontal. I bound each of

her breasts tightly with three turns of rope, then attached the loose

ends of each rope behind her neck. When I stood her up, each breast was

a nearly perfect sphere that stood straight out from her chest. I

tightened the floss around each of her nipples, producing gasps from

Carrie. After playing with her nipples with my tongue for a few moments,

I had Carrie wet and moaning.

Turning to Char, I said, "Char, take your sister slave to the punishment

area." Char took hold of Carrie's upper arm and led her to the

punishment stage. Following behind them, I saw that Char couldn't take

her eyes off of Carrie's breasts. I was sure she wanted to do to

Carrie's nipples what she had just seen me do. In a matter of minutes,

that's what she would be doing.

When Char and Carrie reached the stage, I thanked Char, then took

control of Carrie from her. I turned Carrie facing away from the stage,

unfastened her wrists, then lay her down with her ass hanging off the

front edge of the stage and her feet still on the floor. As she lay

back, Carrie spread her arms, and I reattached her wrist manacles to the

floor of the stage. After attaching her collar and belt in a similar

way, I moved to her feet. Lifting up each leg, I attached the ankle

manacle to the corresponding rope. When both legs were secure, I

tightened the ropes until Carrie's legs were straight up and separated

by 90 degrees. The weight of her legs and ass were supported by the

ropes.

Kneeling at Carrie's crotch, I kissed and licked her labia and clit for

a few minutes. When she first moaned, I turned my attention to the

tender inside skin of her thighs, kissing and licking the length of both

thighs. Then I stood up and looked down at her. "Carrie, would you like

your thighs flogged before we start?" I asked her. She smiled up at me

and nodded her head.

I positioned Char on her knees beside Carrie's left breast. Fastening

her wrists behind her back, I told her to begin kissing Carrie's

nipples, and to keep kissing them until I told her to stop. "No tongue,

no teeth, just lips," I cautioned her. She looked up at me and nodded,

then bent to her task. I picked up the flog and held it up for Carrie to

see. She nodded to me, and I began flogging the inside of her thighs. I

was using light, rapid strokes, alternating between her thighs. Soon I

heard the first moans from her, and a few minutes later the tears were

slowly running down the side of her face. When Carrie first sobbed, Char

stopped kissing Carrie's nipples looked up at me, but I told her to

continue her task and not concern herself with anything else.

Soon I had achieved the uniform rosy glow I was after, and I told Carrie

it was over. Although she was sobbing loudly, I could tell she wasn't

ready to stop. I asked her if she would like a light flogging of her

pussy, and she nodded her head vigorously. I told Char get up and kneel

beside Carrie's head, and to kiss her lightly on the lips while I

flogged her pussy. When Char was in position and kissing Carrie, I began

lightly flogging Carrie's pussy, using quick flicking motions with my

wrist.

In a matter of seconds Carrie was again moaning loudly, and turning her

head from side to side. I stopped the flogging, and told Carrie that, if

she couldn't hold still so Char could kiss her, we would have to stop.

Carrie stopped moving, and I resumed flogging her pussy. Now she was not

only holding still for Char, she was actively kissing her back. Soon

they were exploring one another's mouths with their tongues, even though

Carrie was still moaning and crying from the pain I was inflicting on

her pussy.

I could tell that both Carrie and Char were becoming very excited. I

didn't want Carrie to cum while she was being flogged, so I decided it

was time to stop. I told them that the flogging was completed, but they

kept on kissing. I dropped the flog, then went over to Char and

physically picked her up with both hands, which surprised her and Carrie.

I carried Char off of the stage, then set her down on her feet. I

unfastened her wrists, then holding my arms out to my sides I told her

to remove my clothes. Still startled by my previous action, she

immediately started undressing me. When I was naked, I refastened Char's

wrists behind her back, then walked to the stage and lay down on my back

beside Carrie. "Come here and suck my cock, Char," I said.

Char slowly walked over and jumped the few feet up onto the stage, then

knelt between my legs. I told her to go ahead, and to make it last until

I told her to finish me. She leaned over and took my cock into her

mouth, and began bobbing up and down on me.

I had intentionally positioned myself with my head near Carrie's

outstretched hand. I soon felt her fingers caressing the top of my head

and running through my hair. I looked over at her and saw that her head

was turned as far as she could turn in my direction. Our eyes met, and

she silently mouthed, "I love you." I reached my arm out and rested my

hand on the side of her breast, and she sighed as a last tear ran down

from her eye onto the stage.

I relaxed, and let Char work on me with her tongue and lips for about 10

minutes. Carrie was still looking at me and smiling, she seemed to have

recovered from her flogging. I told Char to finish me, which she did

within a few more minutes. After she had cleaned my cock, I sat up,

hugged and kissed her, and thanked her for a very enjoyable blowjob. She

smiled at me with lowered eyes.

I asked Carrie if she was ready for her reading, and she reluctantly

nodded. "You know you love it," I said, "stop pretending otherwise." She

grinned at me and shook her head. I had a "D'oh!" moment when I realized

I had forgotten to bring the book. I had to run upstairs and get it.

Returning to the basement, I sat down next to Carrie on one side, and

told Char to sit on the opposite side. For Char's benefit, I explained

what we were going to do. I said that we would start over at the

beginning of the book, so Char would hear the whole story. Carrie

groaned again when she heard that. I told her that I wanted Char to know

everything she had revealed to me about the book's meaning for her.

Carrie didn't seem happy, I guessed that wasn't quite ready for Char to

know everything she had told me, and perhaps there were things she

hadn't even told me yet.

Continuing my explanation for Char, I said I would read a few pages,

then I would ask Carrie questions about the story. When I felt Carrie

had answered my questions completely and honestly, she would get a

pleasant reward, and we would move on to the next few pages. I admitted

that it was a slow process, but the goal was to understand Carrie as

thoroughly as possible.

I started reading from "The Story of O," covering once more the

beginning of the story, until O was left at the Chateau. That was the

part we had made a movie of, which Char had already seen. When I

finished reading that part of the story, I began asking Carrie about it.

But this time I no longer asked her how she thought O felt, or how the

story affected her. Instead I questioned Carrie as if she was O herself,

asking her questions like, 'How did you feel when you had to remove your

panties in front of a stranger?', and 'Did you feel betrayed when Rene

left you alone at the Chateau?'. I even asked her about events that

weren't explained in the book, like 'Did you know before you got into

the car that Rene was taking you to the Chateau?'.

Carrie resisted this method at first, refusing to identify herself as

the person in the story. But I wouldn't accept her answers from any

other point of view. After rejecting her answer, and then re-asking my

first question a half dozen times, she finally relented and began

answering as if she were O. I had Char get off of the stage and kneel in

front of Carrie's crotch, and every time Carrie gave me a good answer,

and answered from O's point of view, I had Char spend a minute eating

her pussy.

Carrie's interrogation lasted over an hour, until it became obvious that

she was completely exhausted. I closed the book after dog-earing the

page we were on. Then I leaned over and kissed Carrie and told her we

would stop for now.

Leaving Carrie alone for the moment, I took Char by her arm and led her

to the rails. I bent her over the front rail, then fetched two short

pieces of rope from one of the drawers in the Master's area. I bound her

breasts as I had done to Carrie, then had her stand up straight. After

tightening the floss around her nipples, I spent a minute kissing and

nibbling them. Char began trembling, and I asked her what was wrong.

"Master, is this slave to take its sister slave's place on the stage,

Master?" she asked in Formal Speech. I told her that was the idea.

"Master, will this slave be flogged, Master?" she asked.

Now I knew the problem, or thought I did. "Informal Speech, Char," I

said. "I hadn't planned to flog you, I was just going to attach you to

the stage for awhile in Carrie's place. Would you like me to flog you,

Char?" I thought I knew what she would answer to that question. But,

after a moment's hesitation, she surprised me by nodding her head. "Look

at me, Char," I said, "and tell me why you want to be flogged."

She slowly raised her eyes to meet mine and said, "I've never had a

choice about whippings or beatings, William. Now I see that Carrie gets

pleasure from being spanked and flogged, even on her pussy. Maybe, I

would like it, if it wasn't too severe. I think I'd like to find out. If

you start to flog me, and I hate it, would you stop?"

I said, "No, Char, if you ask me to flog you, I alone will decide when

to stop, using the same criteria I use when I flog Carrie. But, if you

ask me to flog you and you get no pleasure from it, you'll never have to

be flogged again. With that understanding, do you want me to flog you,

Char?"

"Yes, Sir," she said softly.

I kissed her on the lips, then said "You're very brave, Char. I'll be

happy to honor your request right now. I know you'll be afraid. But

trust me, and try to remember that I will never cause you harm, under

any circumstances."

"I know that, William," she said, "that's what gave me the courage to

ask you."

"Formal Speech, Char," I told her. Taking her by the arm, I led her back

to the punishment stage. When we arrived there, I left Char standing

beside the stage while I released Carrie. As I was lowering Carrie's

feet to the floor, I said, "Carrie, Char has asked to be flogged as I

flogged you earlier, and I have granted her request. Carrie looked at me

and shook her head. "Informal speech, Carrie," I said.

"Please don't, William," Carrie said. "She doesn't really want you to

flog her, she's confused."

I had released Carrie fully and helped her to her feet, and now I led

her to stand in front of Char. "Char, do you want to be flogged?" I

asked her. She looked Carrie in the eyes and vigorously nodded her head.

"There you have it, Carrie," I said. "She wants to experience what you

did, to see if she can receive pleasure from it, and she has that right."

Carrie bowed her head. "Yes, William," she said. She walked up to Char

and kissed her on the lips. "It'll be Ok, Sweetie," she said, "William

won't harm you." Char nodded her head and smiled at Carrie, but she was

trembling.

I quickly installed Char on the punishment stage. As I was raising her

legs, I told Carrie to kneel and begin kissing Char's nipples, using

only her lips, just as Char had done for her. Showing Char the flog, I

asked her if she was ready to begin. She nodded, and I began.

The first few times the flog contacted Char, her body jerked and she

grunted. After that, she made no movement or sound. I didn't think

anything about it at first, but as I continued flogging her it seemed

odd that she wasn't responding in any way. Carrie noticed it too after a

few minutes. She kept glancing at Char's face, then at me, then finally

she said, "William, something's wrong."

I slowed, but didn't stop the flogging. "Talk to her," I told Carrie.

"Char, Sweetie, what's wrong?" Carrie asked. Char looked at Carrie, but

didn't speak. Carrie looked at me and said, "William, let her speak."

"Char, Informal Speech rules, tell your sister what's wrong," I said.

"What's wrong, Char?" Carrie asked again.

After a pause, Char said, "Nothing's wrong, he can't make me cry."

Carrie looked around at me with a puzzled expression, then I saw the

light of understanding come to her eyes. "Oh, shit," she said quietly,

then she turned back to Char. "Char, William's trying to help you. He

wants you to let go, to trust us and let go. You need to cry, Sweetie,

that's why you asked William to flog you. You're safe here with us, it's

Ok to cry now. William isn't your enemy, Char, he's your way back. Let

him make you cry, then you can start to put away the past and live here

with us in the present. Please, Char, you need to cry."

"If I start crying, I'll never stop," Char said.

"Yes you will," Carrie said. "You'll cry it all out, and William and I

will be here with you the whole time. Let it go, Baby, put it all behind

you now. You need to cry, Char." She paused, trying to think of

something that would help. Then she said, "Char, William's not like any

master you've ever had. He doesn't want to break you, he wants to help

you. You know that, Char, that's why you asked William to flog you. Now

you need to let go and cry. We're both here for you, we're your family,

and we'll help you."

Char said, "You do love him, don't you?"

"Yes, Char, I love him and I trust him completely. He only wants to help

you get better. Cry for him, and for yourself, and I promise everything

will be Ok."

A tear ran down the side of Char's face, then another, then a flood. I

stopped flogging her and began unfastening her bonds. Carrie lay down

beside her and hugged her.

By the time I had completely freed Char from the platform, she was

crying hard, sobbing and gasping for breath. Carrie was lying beside

her, hugging her and trying to find comforting words to say. I told

Carrie we should get Char upstairs on the bed, and she nodded. I scooped

her up in my arms and started for the stairs, and Carrie walked beside

me holding Char's hand.

I took Char directly to the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed.

Carrie crawled onto the other side of the bed and lay down beside her,

but Char rolled onto her side and curled into a ball, crying harder than

ever. When I knelt beside the bed and tried to untie the ropes around

her breast, she attacked me, beating me on the chest and shoulders with

her fists. While Carrie tried to calm her and make her stop hitting me,

I stayed still with my hands on the bed. After a minute she looked at my

face, and seemed shocked at what she had been doing. She dropped her

fists and opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out except her

sobs.

"It's all right," I told her, "you're safe now. I just need to get the

ropes off of you, and then we'll stay with you and hold you as long as

you need us to. Go ahead and cry, cry it all out." She stretched out on

her back, crying her eyes out, but she stayed still while I removed the

ropes and the dental floss around her nipples. Carrie was laying beside

her, kissing her and offering words of comfort and assurance.

I needed to remove Carrie's ropes and floss, so I crawled onto the other

side of the bed and started working on her while she continued to hold

and comfort Char. Then I went to the mural room and returned with my

keys, which I needed to remove Char's and Carrie's bondage gear. Finally

I crawled onto the bed, on the opposite side of Char from Carrie. When

Char noticed me next to her, she hugged me. Through her tears she said,

"William, I'm so sorry, please forgive me for hitting you."

"There's nothing to forgive, Char," I told her, then kissed her on the

cheek. We all nestled together on the bed for a long time, while Char

went through several cycles of crying and sobbing. Sex was the farthest

thing from my mind, but then Char reached down and took my cock in her

hand. She was playing with my glans with her thumb and fingers, and when

I looked at her face she smiled at me, even though she was still crying

silently. I kissed away her tears, but didn't do anything to encourage

her sexual advances.

Within a few minutes, Char had me very erect. She looked over her

shoulder, and said, "Carrie, I know something that would make me feel

better." when Carrie asked her what that was, Char said, "I'd like to

see you and William making love. When I see the two of you together, I

know I'm with people who are very much in love, and that makes me feel

like I'm in the right place, with the right people, with my family."

Carrie raised up on an elbow and looked over at me. Seeing Char's hand

on my dick, she smiled. "I see you've got him ready, are you sure you

wouldn't like to go first?" she asked Char.

"No, I prepared him for you, I want you to have him first," Char said.

"Don't I get any say in the matter?" I asked.

"No," they both said at once, then they both giggled. Char then said,

"You'll always have the last word, William. You make slavery seem like a

pleasant way to live, I never imagined that was possible."

Carrie climbed over Char and straddled my cock. Char moved over about a

foot on the bed and lay on her side watching us as we began fucking.

"God, this feels good," Carrie said. "Do you know how horny you had me

downstairs?"

I laughed. "We all know you can cum any time you want to," I said. "I

didn't forbid you to cum, why didn't you?"

"I don't care any more about coming just to be doing it," Carrie said.

"I want to cum because of you, because you or Char raise me to that

level of excitement, like you're doing now, or because you command me."

She smiled, and added, "Besides, frustration can be good, as long as

it's eventually relieved."

"Is your frustration being relieved now?" I asked her.

"Oh, yeah, it is," she replied. Then she looked over at Char and said,

"Sweetie, would you do me a favor, and cover William's mouth with your

pussy? I can't get him to shut up and fuck me, he needs something to do

with his mouth besides talk."

Char brushed the latest tears from her cheeks, then gave me a rueful

smile. "I'm not sure he'd want to do that, after I attacked him," she

said.

Before I could answer, Carrie said, "He's got a thing about strong women

who want to be his subbies. You and I are a lot alike, and I think

William understands that better than we do. You climb aboard, Sweetie,

he'll give you a good ride."

I smiled at Char and said, "What she said." She giggled as she got to

her knees and swung a leg over my head.

I fucked Carrie and ate Char until everyone had cum. Then Carrie and

Char traded places and we started again. Soon Carrie said, "Do you

remember that taste, William?" I bit her clit gently, causing her to

shriek, then laugh. We had told Char the whole story of our role

reversal, so she knew what Carrie was teasing me about. She and Carrie

made a few jokes about it at my expense, and I laughed along with them,

as best I could with Carrie sitting on my face.

When we had all cum again, the women rolled off of me and we lay

together on the bed, resting. But soon Carrie was ready for more, and

asked me what was next. "I want to see some hot lesbian sex," I told

them.

After a few unpleasant comments, comparing me with a pig, Carrie took

Char by the hand and started pulling her off the bed. "We're going to

give each other an enema," she told me, "then you'll get your hot

lesbian sex, anal style. Go find the strap-on while we tend to the

enemas."