I knew exactly where we had left the strap-on harness, so I ran to get

it. Walking into the bathroom a few seconds later, spinning the harness

around my finger, I told them I wanted to watch the lesbian enema party,

too. Carrie said the only way I could watch was if I let them give me an

enema. I shrugged and said Ok, then sat on the edge of the tub to watch

as Carrie gave Char her enema.

Char began crying again while she was Posed on the floor receiving her

enema. Carrie asked if whe wanted to stop. Char said No, it was just

that posing for the enema made her remember all of the enemas she had

been forced to take during her training. She said she knew this was

different, and she just needed to work through her memories and the bad

feelings they brought with them.

When the enema bag had emptied into Char, Carrie and I helped her sit on

the toilet. Then we both knelt in front of her, kissing and caressing

her. We told her again that we loved her and we would protect her, and

after a few minutes she was smiling and returning our kisses. She asked

me how long I wanted her to hold the enema, and I told her it was her

decision, she could hold it as long as it felt good, or release it

whenever she was ready. She said she would like to hold it for a few

minutes, and asked us to continue kissing and caressing her while we

waited. We were happy to do as she asked.

When Char had finished relieving herself, I said that I would give

Carrie her enema. After she was filled with the contents of the enema

bag, I told her to get up and wait by the shower while Char gave me my

enema. While Char refilled the bag, I got on the floor and assumed the

Enema Pose just as both of them had done. When Char turned and saw me

Posed, she said, "Weird." I asked her why it was weird, and she said

because I was their Master. I didn't offer her any explanation, so she

proceeded to give me my enema.

When I was filled with the enema and Char had removed the fill tube from

my ass, I got up and sat on the toilet. After Char finished cleaning the

equipment, I called her over to me and asked her to kneel. We kissed and

caressed one another for a few minutes, then I expelled the enema. When

I was nearly finished on the toilet, I told Carrie to turn on the shower

and get in. She smiled, knowing what was going to happen.

When Carrie had the shower adjusted to the right temperature, she

climbed in and pressed herself to the wall, face first, under the shower

head. When I got in behind her, she looked around at me. "This is gonna

be messy," she said.

"That's why we're doing it in the shower, not on the bed," I said. "Try

not to leak when I first penetrate you." I pressed my body against her,

pushing her hard against the wall of the shower. She turned her head

around as far as she could, and we kissed. I reached down and positioned

the head of my cock against her sphincter. Pulling away from her lips, I

asked her if she was ready for me. "Always," she said, and I pushed my

cock into her ass. Looking down, I didn't see any sign that she had

leaked. Kissing her on the back of the neck, I said, "Good girl," and

started to fuck her.

Carrie was squeezing so hard, trying to avoid a leak, that it was hard

for me to move my cock in her. I could also tell that it was painful for

her. "Relax your ass," I told her, and she did. That was a lot better,

but we could tell by the faint smell that she was leaking a little. We

agreed to continue anyway, and we moved together to establish a rhythm.

It was an odd feeling, fucking her ass when it was filled with a liquid.

I didn't think it was better, or worse, than a normal butt fuck, but it

was certainly different.

Carrie seemed to like it a lot better, though. "Wow," she said, "I can

feel the whole column of water moving back and forth as you fuck me.

What a feeling!" She came right away, then she asked me to go faster.

Soon she was having continuous orgasms, and I slipped my arm around her

waist to help her stay on her feet. She was panting and gasping, and I

asked her if she wanted to stop. "God no, don't stop, this is amazing,"

she said.

After a few more minutes I came, and soon afterward my cock began to go

limp. "I'm sorry, Carrie, I've run out of gas," I said. "If you want to

stand here a few minutes, we can go again."

Carrie turned her head and kissed me. "We can do it again another time,

there's no need to wear you out. It was wonderful, though, thank you

William." I held her against me and kissed her until her trembling had

subsided. I told her to squat over the shower drain and finish expelling

her enema as soon as I pulled out of her, which she did. As Carrie was

squatting under the shower, holding my hand for support, Char said,

"That was amazing, do you guys do that often?" She had apparently been

watching us from just outside the shower.

"That was the first time," Carrie told her, "but I hope to hell it

wasn't the last. You need to experience it too, Char, it feels amazing."

Carrie looked up at me, and I nodded. She grinned, and looked at Char.

"Char, go give yourself a second enema while I bathe William. Then bring

me the strap-on, it's your turn for an enema fucking." Char grinned and

went to prepare her enema.

When Carrie finished discharging her enema, I pulled her to her feet and

we kissed passionately. "I love you more every day," she said. She

soaped up a washcloth and began bathing me. When she finished, I did the

same for her, then we both rinsed off and I climbed out of the shower.

Char was waiting, holding the strap-on dildo. Carrie said, "Give me the

dildo, Char. You towel William dry, then come in with me."

"I can dry myself for once," I said with a grin, "you girls go ahead. I

can't wait for the hot lesbian-on-lesbian action to begin."

As Char climbed into the shower, she asked Carrie, "Why does he keep

calling us lesbians? Doesn't he know the difference between a lesbian

and a bisexual?"

"He knows it bugs us, Silly. Why do you think?" Carrie said. "Now get up

against the wall, my lesbian sister." Char giggled and flattened herself

against the wall of the shower.

Carrie pressed her body against Char, as I had done to her. "Turn your

head around and kiss me," Carrie said. After they kissed passionately

for a minute, Carrie pressed the head of the dildo against Char's

sphincter. "Here it comes, Sweetie," Carrie said as she gently pushed

the dildo all the way into Char's ass. She stroked in and out a few

times, then stopped. "Do you think you can cum from this, Sweetie?" she

asked Char.

"Yeah, and it won't take long. It feels wonderful." Char said.

Carrie said, "Char, I think you should learn to control your orgasms.

Would you like to do that?" When I heard that, I walked over to the

shower quietly and listened to the conversation.

"You mean cum any time I want to?" Char asked.

Carrie started pumping her hips slowly, moving the dildo in and out of

Char's ass. "I mean cum any time William wants you to, and never cum if

he forbids it. I've given him that control over me, and you should let

him control you that way, too. I can teach you to do it, and it would be

a wonderful gift for you to give William, to show him your obedience to

his will. You see how much freedom he gives us, and how well he treats

us. We owe it to him to offer him this level of control over us, on the

rare occasions that he chooses to exercise it."

"I guess, if that would please William, that's something I'd like to be

able to do," Char said.

"That's the right attitude, Sweetie. We'll start right now. I want you

to clear your mind. Just concentrate on what your body is feeling, and

listen to my voice. When your body tells you it's time to cum, you'll

wait until you're given permission. You can control your orgasm, all you

have to do is decide from second to second that you won't cum. It takes

concentration at first, but it will get easier with practice. Then, when

you're given permission to cum, you will allow your body to have its

orgasm. It's harder than it sounds, but that's all there is to it. Are

you ready to give it a try?"

"Ok," Char said, "let's try it."

Carrie sped up, and within a few minutes she had Char moaning. A few

minutes after that, I saw that Char was straining her muscles and

squeezing her eyes shut, trying to control herself. After another five

minutes she said, "Please, I can't wait any longer. I need to cum."

"You haven't been given permission, Char. You must wait," Carrie told

her. "Listen to my voice. You control your body, it doesn't control you.

You have the power to have an orgasm when you want to, and only when you

want to. Use your power, the power that helped you survive your

captivity. Use it now for your family, for William and me. Obey, and

don't cum without permission."

Char seemed to stand taller, and her features relaxed somewhat. A moment

later, she said, "I'm in control now. I give that control to you,

Carrie."

"Not to me," Carrie said. "I'm teaching you how to serve William. Tell

me who controls your orgasms, Char."

"William controls my orgasms," she said. Carrie looked over her shoulder

to make sure I was there. We shared a smile, and I held up two fingers,

indicating I would wait two more minutes. She nodded, then turned her

attention back to Char.

"Tell me why you want William to control your orgasms, Char," Carrie

said.

"He's my Master... I mean our Master. It pleases him to control your

orgasms, I owe it to him to give him that control over me as well."

"That's right, Sweetie, you owe it to him. You'll enjoy surrendering

that control to him, believe me. Your orgasms will be much more

satisfying when you put them under his control." She continued stroking

the dildo in and out of Char's ass, slowly building the tempo. I could

see that Char was again straining for control. Carrie looked around at

me again, with an expression that told me the time was now.

In my most commanding tone of voice, I said, "Char, cum. Cum for your

Master, right now."

Char had a very hard orgasm. I think she tried to scream, but the best

she could do was gasp. Her legs started wobbling, and Carrie immediately

grabbed her around the waist to keep her on her feet. After a few

seconds, she started pawing the tiled wall of the tower, then finally

reached up with both hands and grabbed the pipe the shower head

connected to. Her body was racked with tremors and spasms, and Carrie

continued to fuck her ass slowly, keeping her orgasm going. It was

perhaps 15 seconds before the orgasm ended and she began returning to

normal, but it was another minute before her spasms had died out

completely. Finally, she looked around at me and smiled. "Thank you for

letting me cum, William, that was the most intense orgasm I ever had."

"I'm very pleased that you've chosen to let me control your orgasms,

Char. While you're learning to exercise better control, you'll always

wait for permission before coming. Later, when your training is

complete, you'll be permitted to cum any time you choose, unless I have

a reason to forbid it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, William, I'll do my very best to obey you, and never cum without

your permission," Carrie said.

Carrie was still slowly fucking Char. She said, "Giving William control

of your orgasms means more than not coming without permission, Char. It

also means coming any time William commands it, no matter where you are

or what your're doing at the time. Do you think you can learn to do

that?"

"I don't know, Carrie," she said, "How could I ever learn that?"

"Practice, Char," Carrie said. "We could try it right now. Do you think

you could cum again right now if William told you to?"

"I don't think so, Carrie. I'm still exhausted from before, and I don't

feel like I'm close to an orgasm. But I'll try if William wants me to."

"Maybe this would help," Carrie said, and she reached down and started

dancing her fingers over Char's clit. Her clit was stil supersensitive

from the last time she came, and it only took Carrie a minute to bring

her near another orgasm.

When Carrie nodded, I again said, "Char, cum for your Master!" Char had

another orgasm. It was weak compared to her first one, but that didn't

matter. Now we had put the idea in her head that she could give control

of her orgasms to me, and that it was something she should do, all we

had to do was give her lots of practice. Carrie turned to me with a wide

grin. I gave her a thumbs up, then said, "You girls are going to prune

up, you'd better bathe one another and come out onto dry land."

"Yes, William, right away," Carrie said. Then she kissed Char's

still-trembling shoulder and said, "You were wonderful, Sweetie, you're

really amazing. I'm impressed." Char turned around and kissed Carrie

passionately. I turned and walked out of the bathroom, wondering if

there was anything Carrie couldn't do, or anything she wouldn't do, for

me.

Checking the clock in the bedroom, I saw that it was nearly 5:30. I

walked to the kitchen to plan dinner.

I was making a salad when the sisters ran into the kitchen, naked,

giggling, and gently shoving each other. They both put their arms around

me and hugged. After tenderly kissing each one, I lined them up shoulder

to shoulder, facing the kitchen workspace, and had them kneel. Pouring

two glasses of wine, I handed one to Carrie. "Share with your sister," I

told her. She offered the first sip to Char, then took one for herself.

They both smiled up at me, and I told them how pleased I was with the

day's events, and especially with their behavior. "This has been a

perfect day, and it was the two of you that made it perfect," I said.

Running my fingers through Char's closely cropped hair, I said, "Today

has been truly momentous for you, Char. How are you feeling about

everything that's happened?"

Char gave me a big smile, then took Carrie's hand and kissed it. "I

finally have a sister, William," she said. "I've waited my whole life to

be with my sister, and it's more wonderful than I ever dreamed, I love

her so much. Then you helped me to start letting go of all of the

horrible memories of my captivity, and you and Carrie took care of me

while I cried. And then Carrie showed me how to begin surrendering

control of my orgasms to you, my Master, which I'm eager to continue

practicing. I don't know how today could have been any better. I

couldn't ask for a better family, and I'm so happy to be here with both

of you."

"And you, Carrie," I said, putting the palm of my hand to her cheek. She

turned her head quickly and kissed my palm, then turned back to face

forward. I touched her face again and continued. "As ever, I'm in awe of

your intelligence, your goodness, and your devotion to me. Our

partnership and our love is the most wonderful thing I have ever

experienced. Thank you." A tear slowly ran down Carrie's cheek, and I

caught it with a finger and transferred it to my lips.

I took the wine glass from Carrie and set it on the counter next to my

glass, then I knelt in front of them. Char still held Carrie's hand, and

I took each of their free hands in mine. I said, "I love you both, and

I'm very happy and very lucky to be here with you. Thank you both for

this perfect day." I tenderly kissed each slave, and then they kissed

one another.

I got to my feet, then helped my slaves to stand. "Let's find you some

clothes," I said, as I led them back to the bedroom. After looking

through Carrie's closet, I was uninspired. "Any ideas?" I asked them.

Carrie raised her arms and did a pirouette. "What's wrong with this?"

she asked.

"Not a single thing," I answered. "I was just thinking we should try

something different, something we haven't done before."

"How about lingerie?" Char asked. Carrie jumped on the bandwagon, saying

I never let her wear lingerie, other than her sheer gown.

I sat down and told them to show me some suggestions, and Carrie started

pulling out different items of lingerie. For each item, she and Char

would decide if they liked it or not, and which one of them should wear

it. When each slave had three candidate outfits, they began modeling

them for me.

I didn't know what any of the stuff was, but I quickly picked out my

favorite outfits. Carrie told me that I had picked a mesh chemise with

an open back for her. I liked that it barely covered her ass, ending

just above the crease where her legs and her ass met. That and the fact

that I'm a sucker for any kind of sheer clothing on her body.

The outfit I picked for Char was a camisole with matching panties. It

was attractive on her, but the main reason I picked it was because it

made her look less skinny and undernourished. But of course I didn't

tell her that. Since she would be wearing panties, I told Char about my

modified seating rule. I said she could sit normally, disregarding the

rule which said she must bare her ass, whenever her Master dressed her

such that she couldn't easily follow the rule. She thanked me, and gave

me a quick kiss on the cheek.

I watched while Char brushed Carrie's hair, and then they applied a

little lipstick to each other. They stood before me for approval, and I

pronounced them both beautiful, which was the truth. I noticed that

Char's nipples were erect and visible under the material of the

camisole. "Char, are your nipples sore from the dental floss?" I asked

her.

"No, Sir," she said. She saw me looking at her chest, and looked down at

her breasts. Grinning, she said, "But they do seem to be standing up

more than usual, William. Is that from the dental floss?"

"It probably is, or it might just be that you're excited," I said.

"Would you like to wear the nipple clips during dinner, Char? It would

be good training for your nipples, to help you get used to having them

bound."

"If you think it would help, I'd like to wear them, William," Char said.

I told Carrie to prepare Char's nipples, while I retrieved the clips

from the bathroom. When I returned, Carrie had lowered the front of

Char's camisole. She was stimulating one nipple with her hand while

using her tongue on the other, and Char was holding her camisole to keep

it from slipping to the floor.

Carrie stepped back, and I quickly attached a clip to each of Char's

nipples, then tightened each of them until she winced. I spent a few

moments rubbing the nipples with my fingers, until they were hard and

Char was getting turned on. I then retightened the clips, patted each of

her breasts, and told her to pull up the camisole and put the straps

back on her shoulders. Carrie said, "William, you know what would be a

perfect accessory for Char?" She grinned, then answered her own

question, "The plug."

"Have you ever worn a butt plug, Char? I asked her.

She shook her head. "No," she said, "is it what it sounds like?"

I smiled. "Yes, Baby, it's exactly what it sounds like. I think you'll

enjoy it, let's go get you fixed up." She didn't seem convinced that

she'd enjoy it, but I didn't give her a choice. I took her hand and led

her to the bathroom. Carrie bent Char over and had her hold the side of

the tub, then pulled down her panties. After lubicrating the plug, I

slowly pushed it against Char's asshole. "Push, Baby. Open up and take

it in, we'll go slow for you," I told her.

When the tip of the plug finally entered her asshole, I stopped and held

the plug still. I asked her if it hurt, and she said, "A little." I

explained to her the that it would hurt more when the widest part

entered her, but that would only last an instant. She took a deep

breath, then said, "Go ahead, push it in."

Char squealed when the widest part of the plug passed her sphincter. As

soon as it was seated, Carrie stood Char up straight, pulled up her

panties, and kissed her on the cheek. "How does it feel?" I asked her.

She smiled at me. "It still stings a little, but that's almost gone... I

like it. May I walk around for a minute?" We watched as she walked back

and forth in the bathroom for awhile. Finally she stopped in front of

me, grinning. "It feels good," she said. Then she asked, "William, how

long will I have to wear it?"

"You don't have to wear it at all, Char," I answered. "It would please

me if you wore it until bedtime, but if you'd like it removed sooner,

just let me know."

"Ok," she said, in her terse way of speaking. I kissed her and said she

had made me very happy, getting me a big grin.

As we walked back to the kitchen, Carrie said, "Does the plug remind you

of our fun time in the shower this afternoon?"

Char smiled. "Yeah, I was just thinking about that. I could probably get

pretty worked up if I thought about it."

Carrie said, "Well, you could use this as a training session. This is

exactly how I first learned to suppress my orgasms." Char wanted to know

how. "Just let yourself get turned on from the plug. Try to get close to

coming, but don't let yourself cum. It's delicious torture, believe me.

After an evening of that, you'll have killer orgasms when we're fucking

in bed tonight.

"Just to make sure you understand, Char," I told her, "you are not to

cum without my permission. If you get too close, and feel that you have

to cum, you must ask permission first. And if I deny you permission, you

must do your very best to suppress the orgasm. Are we clear on that?"

"Yes, Sir," she said. Carrie and I both kissed her, and told her we knew

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