"Freezing cold, sticky ice cream, all over your body, and tongues

everywhere," Carrie said. "I'm dying to see it from the licker's point

of view, I've always been the lickee."

"It also means your first orgasms of the evening, Char." I said. "But

they will be under my strict control. You will cum when, and only when,

I tell you to. The more obedient you are, the more times you will cum.

Understood?"

"I understand, William," she said. "I'll do my very best to obey. I want

to give you control of my orgasms, but I'm afraid I'll fail and

disappoint you. You and Carrie, I mean."

I sent Carrie to get Char's collar, the blindfold, and ropes to secure

her to the chair. While she was gone, I tried to give Char a pep talk.

"You have the strength to do this, Char, you've proven it by wearing the

nipple clips and butt plug this long without coming. Be strong, control

your body, and give that control to me. The test I'm going to give you

tonight is easy, and it should be enjoyable for you. Don't turn it into

an unpleasant trial. Enjoy what's happening to you, accept the pleasure

you're given, and control yourself according to my directions."

Char straightened up, looked me in the eyes, and said, "I will obey you,

no matter what, William." I gave her a big smile, then kissed her.

Carrie returned with the collar, ropes, and blindfold, then I sent her

to the kitchen for a bowl of ice cream. I removed Char's plate and

utensils from her chair, but left the napkin covering the chair seat. I

sat Char down, then removed her nipple clips. She sighed as each clip

was removed. "They must have been hurting you," I said.

"A little," she said. I proceeded to tie her ankles and wrists to the

chair, then put on her collar and secured it to the chair back. I kissed

her tenderly on the lips, told her again to be strong, then blindfolded

her.

When Carrie returned with the ice cream, I asked her if she had anything

she wanted to say to her sister before we started. She brushed Char's

lips with hers, then whispered "Enjoy and obey."

"Char, we're about to begin the ice cream torture," I said. Char forced

a smile. She was afraid she was going to fail at whatever it was I

expected from her. "Listen carefully, here are the conditions for your

first two orgasms." She turned her head to face where she thought I was

standing. "First, you will cum when you feel a tongue on your right

nipple. Not your breast, not your areola, but your nipple." I touched

her right nipple with my finger. "Char, repeat the conditions for your

first orgasm."

"I will cum when I feel a tongue on my right nipple, William," she said.

"Not my breast, not my areola, but on my right nipple."

"Very good," I told her. "Second, you will cum when you feel a tongue on

your clit. I assume I don't have to touch you there, you'll know when

your clit is touched. Char, repeat the conditions for your second

orgasm." She repeated what I had just told her.

"If you are successful, and cum only as I've commanded the first two

times, your third and subsequent orgasms will occur whenever I tell you

to cum. Each time, you'll have 30 seconds to cum, after you hear my

command. Do you understand?" She repeated what I had told her.

"We're starting now, Char," I said, and dropped a small blob of ice

cream above her left breast, just below her collar bone. She jerked when

the cold ice cream first contacted her skin, then groaned because I had

started with her left breast, not her right. She knew she would have to

withstand intense stimulation of both breasts, before a tongue contacted

her right nipple.

I drew an imaginary line in the air above Char's skin, half way down her

left breast, to let Carrie know how far the ice cream could run. Then I

stood back and let Carrie have the first lick. She waited until the ice

cream had crept down to that line, then slowly licked a clean swath back

up to Char's collar bone. Char was sighing by the time Carrie finished.

When she had cleaned up the ice cream, Carrie gave Char a peck on the

cheek before straightening up, making Char smile. She was trying to make

it easy on Char, something I hadn't expected. I grabbed her arm and

pulled her to me, and let her know with my facial expression that she

wasn't to do that again. She lowered her eyes and nodded, then she gave

me a peck on my cheek. I could only smile.

I gave Char a small spoonful of ice cream, which seemed to delight her.

She rolled it around in her mouth a long time, trying to extract all of

the taste she could. I waited until she had swallowed it and thanked me,

then I made another deposit on her skin, half way down her left breast.

This time it was my turn, but before the ice cream started to run, I

licked Char's left breast. I first made a wide circle around her nipple

with my tongue, then licked the underside of her breast. She was gasping

and breathing rapidly when I stopped. "Obey," I whispered, and she

nodded her head. I took her hand in mine and squeezed, and she squeezed

back.

Carrie punched me in the arm, then whispered in my ear, "How come you

can cheat, but I can't?"

"Because he's our master?" Char offered. Carrie and I laughed, and Char

smiled. She had good hearing.

"Because I want her to succeed, just as you do. So it's Ok, you can

cheat, too." I said out loud to Carrie. She kissed me on the cheek again.

The ice cream had begun to run down Char's breast, so I got busy. I

identified the trails that had no chance of reaching her nipple, and

began licking them up. The one I left alone did reach her nipple, and I

waited for the first drop to drip off. I caught it with my tongue before

it dropped onto her leg, then I gently touched my tongue to her nipple.

She shuddered, but didn't cum. I licked around her areola, cleaning up

the ice cream, then followed its trail back to the location of the

original blob. When she was clean, I again gave her a sloppy,

broad-tongue lick on her nipple. She shuddered again, but survived.

"Excellent, you're my good girl. We're almost there," I said, not

bothering to whisper any more. She grinned and thanked me.

I let Char have another spoonful of ice cream, which she savored as much

as the first one, then I put a small dab above her right breast. She

jumped again when she felt the cold on her skin. Her hands were clenched

tightly, she was struggling to control her body. "The control you need

doesn't come from your hands, Char," I told her, "it comes from your

mind. You will have better control if you can relax your body." She

unclenched her hands, but her body remained tense.

The ice cream had started to run, and Carrie moved to intercept it. I

pulled her back, indicating I would do this one. She smiled, realizing I

was going to let her give Char her first orgasm. Carrie kissed me

quickly on the lips, then I bent to the task of licking up the ice

cream. I tried to make it as slow and sexy as possible, but since my

licking range was from her collar bone to the top of her breast, I

wasn't able to tax her resolve.

After feeding Char another bit of ice cream, I but a big dollop at the

top of her right breast, then stood back for Carrie. She was grinning

ear to ear as she watched the ice cream start to slowly melt. Char's

body was trembling in anticipation.

Carrie stood and watched as the ice cream slowly worked its way down

Char's breast. She continued to do nothing, until finally a drop ran off

the breast and dripped onto Char's thigh. Carrie licked it up, then she

returned to Char's breast. Like I had done, she cleaned up all of the

traces that were going down the sides of the breast. Then she cut the

flow at the top of Char's areola, and cleaned up all of the ice cream

above that point.

Char's body was shaking badly, and her breath was coming is short,

shallow gasps. Ignoring the small amount of ice cream still covering

Char's areola above her nipple, Carrie said, "Here it is, Sweetie," and

touched Char's nipple with the tip of her tongue. Char and Carrie came

at the same time. Carrie's orgasm was quiet and gentle, but Char's was

not. She cried out, and arched her back so much that her ass came

completely off of the seat, despite the fact that she was secured to the

chair at her neck, wrists, and ankles.

After about 10 seconds, Char settled back onto the chair seat. Carrie

immediately moved in and began licking Char's breast again, not so much

to clean off the remaining ice cream, but more to prolong Char's orgasm.

Char was still in the throes of her orgasm, her body spasming almost

continuously, but still she thanked me for permitting her to cum.

"It was my pleasure to give that permission, Char," I said. "I'm very

proud of you, and extremely pleased with your obedience." Char was

smiling ear to ear, and I gave her an additional reward of a large

spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. "We're going to pause a few minutes

now, to let you rest and recover. Just relax, Carrie and I will be back

with you shortly." Still savoring her ice cream and her orgasm, she

nodded.

I took Carrie by the arm and led her to our bedroom. Releasing her arm,

I turned to face her. She didn't know what I was planning, so she stood

with her eyes downcast, waiting for me to tell her. I said, "I've

decided that I like you on your knees at my feet, so I want it to become

a regular thing. And frankly, I'm curious how long it will take you to

get tired of doing it. From now on, any time I snap my fingers you will

kneel before me and kiss my feet. Use the exact technique you showed me

earlier today in the kitchen. I want total, instant submission, do you

understand?"

Carrie was trembling. "I understand, William," she said in a whisper.

"Thank you for this privilege, I'll never get tired of demonstrating my

submission to you."

I snapped my fingers, and Carrie dropped to her knees, crossing her

wrists behind her back as she knelt. The instant her knees hit the

carpet, she bent at the waist and hovered over my left foot, her lips an

inch away. She slowly covered that inch, until her lips made the

faintest contact with my foot. As before, I felt her body heat as much

as her touch. After pausing a few seconds, she repeated the motion on my

other foot, then rested her forehead on the floor between my feet.

As I stood looking down at her, I saw that she was still trembling

slightly, barely breathing. I bent over her and inserted two fingers

into her soaking wet pussy, then turned my wrist and inserted my thumb

in her ass. She moaned softly. After a few seconds I said "Cum." She

gasped as her body was wracked by a strong orgasm. Her pussy and asshole

grasped at my fingers and thumb, it felt like she was trying to pull me

into her.

I held her with my thumb and fingers until the tremors in her body began

to fade. I slowly pulled out of her, patted her on the ass, and said,

"Stay." Then I went to the bathroom and washed my hands.

Returning to the bedroom, I stood before Carrie. "Stand," I said

quietly, and she immediately rose to her feet. Her wrists were still

crossed behind her back, and she stood with her head held high, as if

she was wearing the posture collar. I held my arms out and said, "Come

to me, my perfect slave." She raised her eyes to meet mine, uncrossed

her wrists, and flowed into my arms. Without looking down, she took my

cock in her hand and guided it into her pussy, just as our bodies

pressed together.

I smiled at her. "How did you know I wanted to be inside you just now?"

I asked.

She barely smiled. "Was I wrong, Master?" she asked softly. I shook my

head, then we shared a long, passionate kiss. Carrie had several small,

quiet orgasms, just to let me know the effect I was having on her.

After a long time, I forced myself to pull my lips from hers. "We have

to finish Char's test," I said. Then I looked over at Carrie's spanking

chair. "Position your chair in front of the mirror. When the three of us

return here, Char is going to spank you, and then give you a mild

flogging."

Carrie said, "She'll spank me, she doesn't mind that. But she really

doesn't want to use any hardware, like the flog. If I'd been through

what she's been through, I'd probably feel the same way."

"I understand her feelings," I said. "Nevertheless she is going to

administer your floggings from now on. She doesn't have to like it, she

just has to do it." I looked Carrie in the eyes. "It might be painful

for you tonight, I might have to do things I don't want to do, to force

Char's obedience."

"I'm yours, use me," Carrie said. I gently pushed her away, and she

sighed as my cock pulled out of her pussy. She went to her chair and

positioned it as I had told her, then returned to me, smiling. She held

out her hand, and I took it in mine. "Char will be wondering where we

went," she said. We returned to the dining room, hand in hand.

When Char heard us, she said, "Did you two have fun?"

"Not as much as you're going to have," Carrie said. "Are you ready for

orgasm number two?"

Char said, "I'm relaxed, horny, and sure I'll be able to control my

orgasms under William's command."

"With a positive attitude like that, I'm sure you'll pass with flying

colors," I said. "We're resuming your test now."

I picked up the bowl of ice cream, which had partially melted while

Carrie and I were away. Taking a spoonful, a mixture of partially frozen

and melted ice cream, I deposited it between Char's breasts. It

immediately began running down her chest and onto her stomach. I swooped

in and intercepted the fastest stream, which was headed for her navel.

Then I leisurely licked up the rest, following the trail back up to her

breasts. When all of the ice cream was accounted for, I kissed and then

licked both of her nipples. She gasped, and her body trembled. "Obey," I

reminded her, and she nodded her head.

We put her through three more ice cream trials before we finally let the

ice cream run into her pussy. By this time she was panting and moaning.

Carrie and I had both given her words of encouragement, and I reminded

her of the pleasures still ahead of her, as long as she remained

obedient.

I took the first turn at cleaning the ice cream from her pussy. I let

most of it run out at the bottom of her labia, catching it before it

dripped onto the chair. Then I put my tongue into her and lapped up what

I could get, carefully avoiding her clit. When I stopped, she was

whimpering and begging to cum.

I put the last spoonful of ice cream on her belly, just above her vulva,

and stood back to give Carrie access. As she knelt in front of the

chair, Carrie said, "This is it, sweetie, just a few more seconds."

Still groaning and breathing heavily, Char nodded. Carrie didn't want to

prolong char's torture. As soon as ice cream appeared at the bottom of

her labia, Carrie put her tongue deep into Char's pussy. She lapped

steadily up toward the clit, then deliberately pressed the tip of her

tongue against Char's engorged, ice cream coated clit.

Char came immediately, but less violently than her first orgasm. Her

body was racked with spasms, but she remained seated in the chair. She

opened her mouth wide and produced something between a moan and a

scream. I noticed that her toes were tightly curled, and made a mental

note to watch if she always did that when she came.

Carrie had also cum again, along with Char, and she continued to tongue

Char as both of their bodies shook and quivered from their orgasms. I

removed Char's blindfold and released her wrists. She immediately looked

down and Carrie, then put both her hands on Carrie's head. "You gave me

both of my orgasms, Carrie," she said to Carrie, "thank you so much."

Carrie looked up at Char, and said, "No, Sweetie, William gave you both

of your orgasms. You're under his control now, just as I am. Always

remember that. No matter whose tongue, lips, or fingers we feel when we

cum, it is always William who permits our orgasms. Now, please thank

your Master for giving you two wonderful orgasms."

Char looked up at me and thanked me. I leaned down and kissed her, and

told her again how pleased I was with her performance. I finished

releasing her from the chair, and told her she could sit and rest while

Carrie and I cleaned up the dinner dishes, but she asked if she could

help.

Char put her chair back at the table, then each of us cleaned up his or

her own dishes and carried them to the kitchen. When the dishwasher was

loaded and running, Carrie put her arms around Char from behind, and

asked, "Do you feel like we're including you in our activities now,

Char, or do you still feel like an outsider?"

Tears formed in Char's eyes and ran down her cheeks. "I've never felt

more at home in my life," she said through her tears. "You're both

wonderful to me, I love you both." Then she added, "Today has been so

eventful, it seems like a week since we got out of bed this morning. Is

every day going to be like this?"

Carrie laughed. "Some days are more exciting than others, but every day

with William is an adventure." she said.

I asked Char if she was tired, and needed to rest or lie down. She said,

"I'm tired, William, but I don't want to miss anything. I'm up for

anything you want me to do." She gave me a sexy smile, and added, "Or

anything you want to do to me." Her smile turned to a grin, then she

said, "Besides, I think I was promised at least one more orgasm, which

I'm eager to have, under your control."

"And so you shall," I said. "But the next thing we're going to do is

remove your butt plug. You've worn it long enough for your first time,

we don't want that cute little ass to get sore."

Carrie and I held Char's hands as we walked to the bathroom. I had Char

bend over and grasp the side of the bathtub. "This is going to hurt

worse than when I inserted it," I warned her. Then I quickly pulled the

plug out of her ass, producing a squeal of pain from Char. Char

straightened up, and Carrie explained that she must wash the plug each

time it is removed from her, so it will always be clean and ready for

its next use.

After Char cleaned the butt plug, we put her on the toilet and kissed

her on the mouth and breasts. As Char started to urinate, Carrie quickly

slipped her hand between Char's legs and held her palm right in front of

her pussy. Char's urine sprayed on Carrie's hand and splashed back onto

her crotch. "That's so kinky," she told Carrie. I smiled, thinking of

how far Carrie had come. When I first met her, she was sexually

repressed and inexperienced. Now she was teaching me new sex techniques,

fucking her own sister, and letting her sister piss into her hand, among

many other things that some would consider kinky.

After Char finished pissing, Carrie rubbed her piss-soaked hand all over

Char's crotch, kissed her sister, then went and washed her hands. When

Char got up from the toilet, I told Carrie we should show Char how we

pissed together. Carrie raised the toilet seat, and we stood side by

side and pissed into the bowl. "Cool, show me how to do that, please

Carrie," Char pleaded.

"Sweetie, I'm going to show you everything. Just be patient," Carrie

said. We held Char's hands as she squatted over the bidet, then Carrie

thoroughly toweled her dry.

I left my slaves in the bedroom while I went to fetch a bottle of wine

and some glasses. When I returned, they were locked in an embrace,

kissing passionately. They stopped kissing when I entered the room. "No,

keep going. I like to watch, remember?" I said. Carrie made oinking

sounds, causing Char to giggle, then they resumed kissing. I poured

three glasses of wine, then sat down with my glass and watched them

kissing.

After a few minutes, Carrie and Char separated and walked over to me,

smiling. I snapped my fingers, and Carrie dropped to her knees and

kissed my feet. Char was surprised, she stood with her mouth open,

looking down at her sister. When Carrie had kissed both of my feet and

rested her forehead on the floor, I told Char, "This is what we were

discussing when we left you alone after your first orgasm. Since Carrie

enjoys doing this, and I'm starting to like it too, we've made it a

formalized behavior. What do you think?"

"Should I do it, too?" Char asked.

"Not unless you want to," I answered. "I would never ask this of you or

Carrie, except Carrie enjoys doing it. But if you ever feel like kissing

my feet, go right ahead." I handed Char her wine, saying, "Take a sip."

"May I wait for Carrie?" she asked.

"That's nice," I told Char. "Carrie, please get up and take your wine,

so we can all share a drink." Carrie stood and took the wine from me

with a smile. "To Char," I toasted. Carrie echoed the toast, and Char

grinned. We all took a sip.

I had Carrie and Char kneel in front of me, and we made small talk for

awhile. When we had each emptied our glass, I said, "Carrie, please take

your position for a spanking."

Carrie gave me a subtle smile, said "Yes, Sir," and quickly stood up.

After putting her glass back on the table, she hurried to the low backed

chair and bent over it. She spread her legs and grasped the front edge

of the chair, then kept perfectly still.