In the living room. Philip was standing in front of the fireplace,

talking to a man in a very expensive suit, Italian I guessed. The man

held a thin leather briefcase. Carrie stopped with the couch between us

and them. I looked around, everything looked normal. It was possible

there were other people in the house, out of sight, but I decided to

take a chance. I put a hand on Carrie's shoulder and squeezed. Feeling

her relax, I pulled the gun out of her waistband. Holding it by the

barrel, I showed it to Philip and his friend. "Just being careful,

Philip," I said.

Neither seemed surprised or alarmed. "Shall we get down to business?

Time is a factor." the man said. Philip did the introductions, telling

us the man's name was Edward Bishop.

"Why don't we sit down at the dining room table?" Carrie said. We moved

to the dining room. While Philip went to get coffee, I sat at the head

of the table, with Carrie on my right and Char on my left. The lawyer

sat next to Carrie, and when Philip returned with a tray of coffee, he

sat next to Char. Philip poured everyone a cup of coffee, and when he

set Char's cup in front of her, she leaned over and kissed him on the

cheek, causing him to blush.

When everyone had taken a sip of coffee, the lawyer spoke. "As I said,

time is against us. We should get down to business, if everyone

concurs." He was looking at me, and I nodded. "As Philip said, My name

is Edward Bishop," he said. "I'm here because I have a longstanding

relationship with Philip, on a professional and a personal level, and he

has asked for my help."

"I'll get right to the point," he continued. Looking at Carrie and me,

he said, "Philip has explained your histories, your relationship, and

your problem to me." Looking directly at Carrie, he said, "We are making

progress on many fronts, to secure your birthright and ensure your

safety. Compelling evidence has been obtained, by a private detective

working on your behalf, whom I understand you have met. That evidence

has been turned over to a Federal Prosecutor, who is highly motivated to

put an end to the activities of the entity you know as the organization,

and to prosecute its principals to the fullest extent possible.

"With the help of the prosecutor, I have been appointed by the court as

a Special Master, charged with responsibility for securing your

birthright, and assuming the duties of your current attorney, Edward

Collins."

When she heard the name Collins, Char gasped and looked at Carrie.

Carrie reached across the table and took Char's hand, as Bishop

continued. "When this meeting is concluded, Philip and I will board the

first available flight to Denver. With the help of local authorities

there, I will serve Mr. Collins with papers relieving him of all

responsibilities as your attorney, and requiring him to immediately turn

over all of your records to me. Before that can occur, we need your

approval and signature on a number of papers."

Bishop opened his briefcase and pulled out a stack of papers. When he

set them on the table in front of Carrie, I guessed the stack was half

an inch high. Carrie looked at me, and I said she should read everything

before signing it. Bishop said that would also be his advice.

Carrie started reading. Occasionally she would ask Bishop a question,

and he always seemed to give her a concise answer that satisfied her,

though for the most part I had no clue what they were talking about. As

Carrie finished each document, she passed it to me. I tried to read the

first one she gave me. After that, I concentrated on keeping the papers

in a neat pile as she passed them to me. When she realized I wasn't

reading the documents, she grinned at me and kept reading.

When Carrie finished reading the documents, several cups of coffee

later, she looked up at Philip. "Do these seem in order to you, Philip?"

she asked.

"Yes, Carrie, I believe everything's in order," Philip said.

Carrie took the stack back from me and began signing where required. As

directed by Bishop, she passed each document to Philip after she signed

it, and Philip signed as a witness.

When Carrie and Philip had signed all of the documents in the stack,

Bishop produced one last document. He said, "We're not trying to scare

you, Carrie, but Philip and I recommend you make a will. I've drawn one

up for your signature. Philip thought that you would want your estate

divided evenly between Mr. Patterson and your half sister, Charlene

Collins.

"No, that's wrong," I said. "Everything should go to Char. It's out of

the question that any of it goes to me."

Carrie and I argued back and forth about it, until Char spoke up and

asked, "How much money are we talking about?"

"I'll have a better figure after I've examined Carrie's records," Bishop

said, "but I estimate that we are talking about approximately 150

million dollars."

Char said "Wow," then she thought for a moment. Finally she looked at me

and said, "Let's split it, William."

Carrie laughed. "Hey guys," she said, "I'm not dead yet, but I agree

that a will is a smart idea. And since it's my dough, I get to decide

how it's split. Each of you gets half." She signed the will, then slid

it over to Philip to witness it. Then she added, "We'll have to revise

it anyway, after William and I have kids."

Philip looked stunned. "Carrie, I thought you couldn't have any more

children," he said.

"I thought so too, Philip," Carrie said. "But William says I'll have his

children, and he never lies to me." She reached out her hand, and I took

it in mine. Philip glanced at me after signing the will. I'm sure he had

added this instance to his mental list of ways I was manipulating his

little girl.

The lawyer had everything he needed, so he was anxious to be on his way.

But he did take the time to assure Carrie again that we were making

progress and that she was in good hands. He shook all of our hands, then

put on his coat and went out the front door. Philip lingered a moment to

tell us some details, the most important of which was that Carrie's,

Char's and my files could not be restored in the organization's

computers once Jimmy and his hacker had deleted them. That was the

primary reason that legal action against the organization was being

initiated now, before the missing files were discovered.

Right before Philip left us, he asked Char to get him a glass of water.

When she left the dining room, Philip told Carrie and I the reason he

was going to Denver with Bishop. "After the legal business is settled,

I'm going to confront Edward with what his son Arthur has done. When I

talk to him, face to face, I'll know if he had anything to do with

Char's kidnapping and enslavement. If he had part in that, there'll be

consequences." Philip looked directly at me when he said that last part,

and I remembered him using that phrase before. I knew exactly what

consequences he meant.

As Philip was going out the front door, Carrie said, "Philip, we're

running low on everything in the kitchen. We need to go to the city, to

buy groceries."

"No you don't," Philip said with a grin. "I restocked the refrigerator

and pantry before I woke you up. See you in a few days, we'll talk more

then." Then he left. As we heard a car start up and drive away, we all

looked at one another. I wondered if things were really going our way,

and if we could soon stop worrying about retaliation from the

organization or from that son of a bitch, Arthur Collins.

Char's mind was on other things. "Why is my family so fucked up?" she

asked.

Carrie took Char in her arms and hugged her. "So far," Carrie told her,

we only know that your half brother is fucked up. We know you're Ok. In

fact, considering what you've been through, you're a whole lot better

than Ok. Philip is going to talk to your ... to Arthur's father, to see

if he had anything to do with your kidnapping. Until that happens, we

don't know that Edward Collins is working against us. And I didn't know

your mother, but I know you loved her, and that tells me she was a good

person."

"What about our father, Carrie? Was he a good man?" Char asked.

Carrie thought about it for a long time. Finally she said, "Not really,

but as far as I know he never kidnapped and tortured any young women."

Then she added, "I always thought of Philip as my father, Char. Philip

has done bad things, but he's a good person."

Trying to lighten things up, I said, "Didn't we just get good news?

Shouldn't we be happy, maybe even thinking of how to celebrate?"

Carrie and Char turned to me. Carrie grinned. "You're right," she said,

"let's drive into the city, shop all day, and have a night on the town."

I smiled at her. "Let's talk about it over breakfast, which you and Char

will please prepare, while I make another pot of coffee."

Carrie clapped her hands. "He's not saying No, Char! We're getting out

of here," she said.

"I'm not saying Yes either, Carrie," I told her. "I said we'd talk about

it over breakfast."

"That's fine, William. Until you say No, I'm assuming we're going." She

kissed me, then asked, "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Surprise me," I said. As Carrie turned away to begin breakfast, I put a

hand on her shoulder and turned her back to face me. "Raise your arms,"

I said. When she put her hands in the air, I removed her sweater, then

kissed each breast. After also removing Char's sweater and kissing her

breasts, I told them to start breakfast.

When we were all seated for breakfast, Carrie looked at me, and said,

"Well, are we going to the city?"

"How would we get there?" I asked.

Carrie looked at me a a few seconds. "Well, we could walk," she said.

Then she grinned and added, "Or, we could take the SUV."

I looked at her a few seconds. "The truck that's parked in front of the

house, beside the driveway?" she said.

"That belongs to you?" I asked stupidly.

"Legally I own it, which means it really belongs to you," she said. "Who

the fuck did you think it belonged to?"

I shook my head. Of course she owned it. Parked in that one spot since I

got here, it had long ago become part of the landscape for me. It never

occurred to me that it was Carrie's, but who else's would it be?

"You have the keys?" I asked Carrie.

A little exasperated, she said, "No, Wiliam, you have the keys. The key

to the truck is on your keychain, which is currently on the console

table in the mural room."

Not yet tired of stupid questions, I asked "How would we get through the

gate? Would Beverly agree to open it for us?"

Carrie didn't know whether to be annoyed or amused. "We'd use a key to

open the gate, William, whether Beverly likes it or not" she told me,

speaking slowly for effect. Turning to Char, she said, "If he asks where

the key to the gate is, please slap him for me." Char giggled.

"We've had a key to the gate all the time?" I asked.

Carrie said, "Philip said I should never use it. But if something ever

happened to he and Beverly, he didn't want me to be trapped here with no

way to get out."

"Ok," I said, "I'm going to start asking smarter questions. What would

we do in the city?"

Carrie said, "I told you, shop and go out on the town. Char needs some

clothes that actually fit her, so that's what we'll do first. Then we'll

have lunch in a good restaurant, shop some more or maybe see a movie,

get a motel room and fuck for awhile, then go out for dinner and

dancing."

Char hadn't spoken since we began talking about going to the city, so I

asked her what she thought about a trip to the city. "Can I stay here?"

she asked. Carrie asked her why she wanted to stay behind. After a

pause, Char said, "I feel safe here, I'm afraid to leave. And I haven't

been around people for years, I wouldn't know how to act. You'll both

have more fun if I stay here. That's what I'd like to do."

Carrie looked at me, and I shook my head just enough for her to see. I

could see the look of disappointment flash across her face, in her mind

we were already on the road. But then she shrugged it off, smiled, and

nodded at me. She reached her hand across the table, and Char took it.

"That's all right, Sweetie, we're staying here with you. We'll all go to

the city together, when you're ready."

Char looked upset. "No," she said, "I don't want to keep you and William

from having fun. Please go without me. I'll be just fine here, I'm used

to being alone."

"It's settled, Char," I said, smiling at her. "We're a family, and we do

everything together. The city will still be there, we'll go when we can

all go together. But Carrie had a very good idea, buying you some new

clothes. You and Carrie can still do that, starting right after

breakfast."

"How can we do that, and not go into town?" Char asked.

Carrie laughed, and said, "Char, I'm going to show you something called

the Internet. You're gonna love it."

After we had cleaned up the breakfast mess, I took Carrie and Char to

the bedroom and stripped them. The clock said it was a little past 9:00.

We all went to Philip's office, where the PC was located, and Carrie

began Char's introduction to the Internet and online shopping. Char was

sitting in Carrie's lap, typing and clicking as Carrie directed, while

Carrie's hands roamed over Char's body. I told them they had until 11:00

to finish their shopping, and gave Carrie a list of the types of clothes

I wanted available for Char. Naturally, the list was heavy on sheer

clothing, in particular a sheer black gown that would complement or

match Carrie's gown. I then told them I had other things to do, and they

were to remain in the office area until I came for them. Carrie looked

at me, but I offered her no further explanation. She shrugged, then

returned her attention to the PC and Char's body as I left the room.

I knew Carrie's heart had been set on going to the city. Even though I

thought it was a bad idea, I was going to agree to the outing, until

Char objected. Carrie had taken the decision with more understanding

than I could have hoped for, prompting me to reward her. I decided that

she would experience the extended, expanded version of her "The Story of

O" adventure, starting this afternoon.

Although I had thought about possible scenarios to extend and expand her

experience, I still didn't have a firm plan for the scenes. The one

thing I knew was that Char would be crucial to making the scenes

believable, but I hadn't yet discussed anything with her. I was

unprepared, the odds of a major screwup were high, but I decided to go

for it anyway.

I sat in my favorite chair in the bedroom, eyes closed, planning the

individual scenes Carrie would be put through. After 15 minutes or so, I

thought I had a workable plan. I got up and started preparing.

I needed some tie points, to secure Carrie by rope or chain in a couple

of different rooms. In the basement, I removed some eye-bolts from the

shower area. Since they screwed directly into a wall stud, I could put

them anywhere I needed them. Taking them and a drill to the guest

bedroom, which would be O's bedroom during her first night at the

Chateau, I inserted two eye-bolts into wall studs. One was high over the

bed, and the other was lower, off to the side of the bed. Then I went to

the living room, where she would be whipped for the first time. I put

one eye-bolt high up on the wall beside the fireplace, one at waist

level below the first, and a third one at waist level, but three feet

off to the side.

Returning to the basement, I found a 12-foot section of light chain in

one of the drawers. That would be perfect to secure her in bed and when

she was whipped. Before leaving the basement, I adjusted the overhead

spotlights so that there was dim illumination on one side of the

punishment stage and over the toilet. The rest of the basement was dark.

I spread a blanket on the floor of the punishment stage, where Carrie's

dungeon scene would take place.

In the bedroom, I stood staring at Carrie's clothes in the closet. I

wanted Carrie and Char to have costumes, but there was nothing available

that even remotely resembled the elaborate gowns described in the book.

After a lot of thought, I decided that a simple outfit consisting of a

blouse, miniskirt, and heels would do just fine. I felt I was ready.

Char and Carrie were on the floor in the office, in a tightly-coupled 69

position. I stood and watched for awhile, amused that my formerly shy,

inexperienced Carrie was now so wholeheartedly bisexual. And with her

own sister, no less. "I trust that you finished shopping before play

time began," I said finally. Carrie pulled her mouth away from Char's

twat long enough to say that they had. "It's almost 11:30, come to the

kitchen and prepare lunch," I told them. They both groaned, but they

immediately uncoupled and got off the floor.

"What was all that drilling?" Carrie asked. I told her she would find

out later.

I was sitting on the kitchen stool, watching Carrie and Char prepare a

light lunch. "Carrie, do you know what a 'safe word' is?" I asked. She

didn't, so I explained it to her. Then I asked, "What word would you

like as your safe word, Carrie?"

Carrie stopped what she was doing, and turned to face me. "I don't need

a safe word, William," she said, "I've always been safe with you."

"Do you remember what you asked me after our little 'Story of O' drama

ended?" I asked her.

She thought for a moment, then grinned at me. "When?" she asked.

"This afternoon," I answered. "You need a safe word, just this one time."

"Please, William, I don't want a safe word. O didn't have a safe word."

She walked over to me and put her palm on my chest, and said quietly, "I

trust you completely, Master. Make it real for me, hurt me."

"Your safe word is 'Marlene'," I told her. "If you don't need it, fine.

If you choose not to use it, that's up to you. Now, tell me your safe

word."

"My safe word is 'Marlene', William," she said. I kissed her and told

her to help Char finish preparing lunch. As they worked, Carrie kept

looking over at me and grinning.