When lunch was on the table, Char and Carrie wanted to know if they

could sit down, even though they were naked. I gave Char permission, but

told Carrie she would have to kneel on her chair. That did nothing to

dampen her spirits, she was so excited she could barely keep still.

I said, "Carrie, you have to choose between the following premises.

First, will this be your first visit to the Chateau, as if we had never

done this before, or second, are you being returned to the Chateau for

additional training or for punishment?"

"What will be different if I'm being returned?" Carrie asked.

I said, "Well, to start with, you wouldn't have to partially undress in

the car, because you wouldn't be wearing any underwear. No bra or

panties."

"Of course," Carrie said, "I should have thought of that. I really don't

want to give up the car scene, William, it sets the mood of helplessness

and vulnerability for everything that comes after. Let's make it her

first visit." Grinning, she added, "Her second first visit."

"Ok, that's how we'll play it. I'll do my best to make it seem new to

you, not just a replay of the first time."

Carrie put out her hand, and I took it in mine. "I love that you would

do this for me," she said. "I know whatever you decide to do will be

wonderful and exciting. I love you, William."

I looked into her sparkling eyes, squeezed her hand, and answered, "I

love you, Carrie." We held each other's gaze for a long moment, and

repeated with our eyes what we had said aloud.

At almost the same instant, Carrie and I realized that we were ignoring

Char. We each reached across the table to her with our free hand, and

she put her hands in ours. "I hope someday I can find the kind of love

you two have," she said.

"You will, Sweetie, I swear you will," Carrie said. Then she looked at

me. "Won't she, William?" she asked.

"Of course she will," I answered, but I wasn't as certain of it as

Carrie sounded. I didn't lie to Char when I told her I loved her, and

neither did Carrie. But Carrie was the love of my life, and I didn't

feel that way about Char. She needed to get away from the two of us if

she hoped to find the kind of love we shared.

"Is there anything I can do to help with the scene, William?" Char asked.

I laughed. "Everything depends on your help, Char," I said. "You're the

key to making the whole thing work." She grinned ear to ear when she

heard that, then she giggled when I added in a whisper, "But we can't

talk about the details while You Know Who is here."

Still grinning and giggling, Char whispered back, "Let's tie her up and

throw her in the closet while we make our plans."

Smiling at Char, Carrie said, "I came out of the closet for you,

Sweetie. You don't want me to go back in, do you? As for tying me up,

that sounds like fun!'."

"I've a better plan," I told them. "Char and I will go into the office

and talk. Carrie will clean up from lunch, then she will go to the spare

bedroom and exercise for 40 minutes on the elliptical trainer. After her

exercise and stretching, Carrie will wait on her knees beside the

elliptical trainer until we come for her."

"Yes, William," Carrie said, and immediately began cleaning off the

dining room table. As she reached for my plate, I grabbed her wrist and

gently pulled her into my arms. She sat in my lap and we shared a long,

tender kiss. When I finally pulled my lips away from hers, I told her to

kiss her sister, then get to work. Smiling, she pulled Char's chair back

from the table and then sat down in her lap. They kissed for a long

moment, then as Carrie stood up she grasped one of Char's nipples and

twisted it. "I'll tie you up, and throw you in the closet, Little

Sister," Carrie said with a grin.

I got up to go with Char to the office, when Carrie turned and asked me

if I wanted her to wear a sports bra during her workout. I thanked her

for reminding me, then waited while she brought it to me. After I put

her bra on and adjusted her boobs, I gave her another quick kiss and

told her to stop stalling and get to work. Smiling, she resumed clearing

the lunch dishes from the table. I took Char's hand and led her to the

office.

In the office, Char said, "William, I thought you said we needed time to

make plans. I don't have any idea what you expect me to do."

I said, "When I saw you and Carrie on the floor before lunch, I should

have fucked you both right then. So the first thing I expect you to do

is undress me. The second thing I expect you to do is lie down on your

back."

"Yes, Sir," Char said with a smile, as she started to unbutton my shirt.

After about 15 minutes and one orgasm apiece, we switched positions. I

was on my back, and Char was sitting astride my cock. "Do you mind if we

talk while we fuck?" I asked her. She smiled and shook her head. "The

first role I need you to play will be your hardest," I said. "After

that, your other roles will be easy.

"We're going to do the first scene differently this time. Instead of

pretending the couch is a car, we'll actually do it outside, in Carrie's

SUV. You'll be the driver, and your name will be Anne-Marie. You haven't

read enough of the story to know who that is, but Carrie will know. I'll

tell you exactly how I want you to act, and I can even write you a

script. Since you'll be in the front seat and we'll be in the back seat,

Carrie won't see that you have your lines written down."

"It sounds like fun," Char said, "but I've never done any kind of

acting. I don't know how to act."

"You'll do fine, just relax and have fun," I told her. We stopped

talking and concentrated on fucking, and a few minutes later I was very

pleased that Char again came at the same time I did. "Did you cum with

me on purpose?" I asked her.

"Yes, Sir," she said. "I'm trying very hard to control myself. I hope

you're pleased."

I said, "I'm very pleased, Char. Would you like to go for another

orgasm, or should we get down to business?"

Char giggled, a sound I was beginning to enjoy. "Work now, cum later?"

she asked. I pulled her down onto my chest and kissed her tenderly, then

she raised her head and looked into my eyes. "You don't have to tell me

you love me, William," she said. "I can see how you and Carrie feel

toward one another, and I know it isn't the same between us, or between

Carrie and me."

"But I do love you, Char, and so does Carrie. Carrie is the love of my

life, my feelings for her are more intense than I ever thought possible.

But that doesn't mean I can't have feelings for others. Carrie and I

both love you, believe me. We're very happy that you're here, and we

hope you feel that you belong here."

Char took my head in her hands and kissed me again, then said, "I feel

at home, here with you and Carrie. I'm very happy." After cuddling on

the floor with her for several minutes, I told Char we needed to get to

work.

Sitting at the desk with Char in my lap, I explained to her who

Anne-Marie was, why Carrie would recognize that name, and how she would

likely respond. Then I wrote a short script for Char, telling her what

to do and what to say. Whenever possible, I included alternate

possibilities, trying to account for Carrie's most likely responses. I

told Char that if Carrie took the action or conversation in an

unanticipated direction, she should say as little as possible and let me

try to handle it.

When I thought everything had been covered as well as possible, I

checked the time. It was nearly 2:00, Carrie would have been waiting on

her knees for an hour after finishing her exercise. Char and I walked

into the spare bedroom, to find Carrie exactly as I knew she would be -

kneeling in the Waiting Pose, still wearing her sports bra. I had

decided to remain naked, so Carrie knew as soon as she saw me that Char

and I had been doing more than planning her scene. She looked up at me

and said, "Those must have been some difficult plans."

"Well, we spent part of the time fucking on the floor," I said with a

grin. Looking over at Char, I saw that she was blushing. I continued,

"So the planning wasn't as difficult as you might think. How was your

workout?"

"I missed having someone to talk to," was all she said. I immediately

felt regret. She had become accustomed to talking to me during her

workouts, and I shouldn't have sent her to exercise by herself.

I reached out for Carrie's hands, and gently pulled her to her feet.

"I'm sorry, that was thoughtless of me," I told her. "I don't want that

to happen again, and if it does, I want you to say something." I eased

her bra over her breasts, and Carrie raised her arms so I could remove

it. I kissed her, then asked, "Am I forgiven?"

"There's nothing to forgive, William," Carrie said. "We've been together

nearly every minute for over a month, and now I feel lonely when I'm not

with you. But you and Char are entitled to time alone together, it's

something I'll get used to." She kissed me, then smiled at Char and

asked, "How was she?"

"We had two simultaneous orgasms," I said. "She's trying very hard to be

a good lover and a good slave, and she's doing a fine job on both

counts." Char was blushing again, but she smiled after Carrie hugged and

kissed her.

We all went to the bathroom, where I gave Carrie an enema. While she sat

on the toilet holding the enema solution, Char and I knelt in front of

her, kissing and caressing her. After she had expelled her enema, and

Char and I had taken our turns on the toilet, we all showered together.

I allowed a good deal of kissing and groping during our mutual bathing,

but I wouldn't agree to fuck either slave. At one time Char and Carrie

were kissing, while Carrie rubbed her pussy on Char's leg. I thought

Carrie was about to cum, so I pulled them apart, telling Carrie that she

could not cum until she was presented to her new Masters. She groaned,

then took a deep breath and said, "Yes, William, of course you're right."

After we had toweled off one another, I let Char blow dry Carrie's mane,

while I laid out her clothes in the bedroom. Returning to the bathroom,

I said, "Char, please take your sister to the dresser and sit her on the

bench." Char put down the blow dryer and took Carrie by her upper arm.

Leading her into the bedroom, Char sat Carrie down in front of the

dresser. As Carrie watched us in the mirror, I took Char out of the

bedroom into the hall. "Wait for me in the office," I told her quietly.

"You can practice your dialog, I'll come for you when Carrie is dressed

and isolated."

"Yes, Sir," Char said, then she turned to obey. I caught her by the arm

and gently turned her back to face me. "Relax, we're going to have fun,"

I told her, then kissed her. She smiled, and when I let go of her arm

she left for the office.

I returned to the bedroom and began brushing Carrie's hair. As I worked,

we silently looked at one another in the mirror. When I finished, I laid

the brush on the dresser. Carrie looked up and met my gaze, then putting

her hand on my forearm, she said, "Please fuck me. I won't cum, I just

need to feel you inside me."

"No," I said. "You know it will be better if you're tense and on edge. I

don't have the advantage of surprise over you this time, I need you as

tightly wound as possible." She was obviously disappointed, but she

simply smiled at me and nodded. Turning her around on the bench, I gave

her a light application of lipstick and a very light spray of my

favorite perfume between her breasts.

Carrie stood in the middle of the bedroom as I began dressing her. First

I put on her panties and bra, commenting on how much I hated covering up

her beautiful pussy and breasts. "But you'll get to uncover them again

soon," she said with a smile.

"Not me," I said. "That asshole, Rene."

Carrie laughed. "He is a jerk, that's why she fell for him."

"Am I a jerk, is that why you fell for me?" I asked her.

She smiled, and put the palm of her hand to my face. "Oh, no," she said,

"I was looking for something much worse than a jerk, but I found

something much better."

I told her I needed to finish dressing her, before I weakened and

decided to take her to bed. She smiled again, and asked it that would be

so bad. Ignoring the question, I put on her garter belt and stockings.

Then I slipped on her blouse, buttoned it, and tied the ribbon in a bow

at her throat. Next came the slip and skirt, and finally her shoes.

Handing Carrie her purse, I stepped back to examine her. When I motioned

with my hand, she turned in a full circle, then stopped facing me.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, O," I said.

With her eyes locked onto mine, she curtsied and said quietly, "Et vous,

Guillaume." I walked up to her and took her in my arms, and we shared a

long, passionate kiss. When our lips finally separated, we were both

breathing hard, and again it took all of my resolve not to tear off her

clothes and throw her on the bed. But I didn't do that, instead I asked

her if she was ready to begin. She took a deep breath, smiled, and said

"Oui, Guillaume."

I took her to the spare bedroom, left her standing in the middle of the

room with her back to the door, and told her to wait. Before leaving, I

pulled her hair aside with one hand and kissed the back of her neck. She

sighed. "Tell me your safe word," I whispered to her.

"C'est 'Marlene', Maitre," she answered softly. I deeply inhaled the

smell of her hair and her skin, then kissed her neck once more. After

straightening her hair, I walked out of the room, closing the door

behind me.

In the office, Char was studying her script. "I'm not sure I can pull

this off, William," she said as I walked in.

I kissed her. "Of course you can," I told her. "It's just the three of

us. We all love one another, and we all want one other to be happy. This

is something you and I are going to do for Carrie, to make her happy.

Just relax, and try to have fun with your first acting job."

I looked at her until she responded. "I'll do my best," she said, "but

I'm so afraid I'll ruin the whole thing for you, for both of you. Can't

you do it without me?"

"No, we can't," I answered. "Look, Carrie will understand if you make a

mistake. I made a lot of mistakes the first time, and she still had the

time of her life. Now bring your script, we need to get you dressed and

take you out to the truck."

Char grabbed her script and rushed over to me. I put a hand on her

shoulder to stop her, and she looked up at me. I tried a trick that had

once worked with Carrie, saying, "Tell me I love you."

"I love you," Char said, looking at me questioningly. It apparently

works every time.

I couldn't help smiling as I said, "I know you love me, Char, but I

asked you to tell me that I love you."

She looked confused, then the light bulb above her head switched on.

Smiling, she said, "You love me."

"Tell me Carrie loves you," I said.

Grinning, Char said, "Carrie loves me."

"Tell me that you'll do fine, if you just relax and have fun."

"I'll do fine, if I just relax and have fun." She sounded like she

believed it, so I kissed her again, and we went to the bedroom. As we

walked down the hall, she was smiling and looking up at me.

"We need to dress you like a sophisticated dyke, to put it crudely," I

said, looking at Carrie's clothes in our closet.

After a moment, Char said "Pants suit."

I had a vague idea what a pants suit was. "Ok," I said, "do you see one

of those?"

Char reached into the closet and pulled out a hanger. The hanger held a

suit coat, and a pair of slacks. Holding it up for me to see, she

grinned and again said, "Pants suit."

Char sat on the bed while I put the pants on her. When she stood and I

fastened the waist, the pants were too big for her thin frame. I asked

her if she saw anything else in the closet that would work. She said,

"These will work, if all I have to do is sit behind the wheel. Carrie

won't know the pants don't fit."

"Clever girl," I said, holding up the jacket for her to slip into. Char

walked to the mirror, holding her pants up with one hand. "You're

beautiful," I told her.

She spun around to face me. "Please don't lie to me, I know I'm not

beautiful. I used to be pretty, now I'm scrawny and scarred, and fucked

up." I put my arms around her, pulled her to me, and hugged her. "Can I

tell you a secret, William?" she whispered.

"You can tell me anything, Char," I said. "I want to know all your

secrets."

Very softly, she said, "I look at Carrie, and she's so beautiful, so

perfect, and you can have her any time, any way you want her. And you

still want me. I don't understand why, but it means the world to me that

you do. I just want to thank you."

I gave her a long, tender kiss, then said, "You are thin, but soon

you'll be back to your proper weight. You are scarred, but that doesn't

make you ugly. I disagree that you're fucked up, you seem remarkably

well-adjusted to me, especially considering what you've been through.

You're an exciting, knowledgable sex partner, and I've thoroughly

enjoyed the sexual and nonsexual experiences we've shared. And it will

be my great pleasure to have sex with you often, as long as you want to."

"You mean I have a choice?" she asked, grinning.

"I mean you can choose not to be my slave any more," I told her. "I

don't mean you can say, 'Not tonight Dear, I have a headache.'" Of

course, she giggled.

I sat on the bed and pulled Char into my lap. "Do you want to talk more

about your feelings?" I asked her. "If you think of yourself as ugly or

ruined, you need to know that Carrie and I don't think you're ugly or

ruined. Trust us, and give yourself a chance to adjust, to let the

memories of what you've been through fade into the background." I kissed

her again and held her in my arms.

After a few moments, I felt her stiffen. "I'm all right," she said. "I'd

like to talk about this more, if it's Ok with you. But for now, let's

give Carrie a good show."

"I promise, we'll talk more, any time you're ready," I said. I continued

holding her until she started to get out of my lap. Pulling her back

down, I gave her a last kiss. She smiled, stood up, and pulled me to my

feet.

"I assume you're going to wear some clothes too," she said with a grin.

While I was dressing, I had Char pick out a pair of shoes and put them

on. After making sure I had all the necessary props in my jacket pocket

- rope, garters, blindfold, and scissors - I took the pistol from behind

the headboard of our bed and put it in the other pocket. Finally, I

fetched the keys from the mural room and located the SUV key.

"Time to go outside," I told Char. She grabbed her script, then we went

to the front door. Char hung back while I opened the door and looked

out. Everything was clear, so we went outside and headed for the truck.

It was a cool day, but sunny and clear.

I unlocked the SUV, got behind the wheel, and started the engine. It

took a few seconds to start, but then seemed to idle smoothly. After

adjusting the heater, I got out and let Char get into the driver's seat.

"Are you ready?" I asked her. She nodded, then leaned over to me for a

final kiss. I kissed her tenderly, then said, "Close the door and lock

it. When you see Carrie and I approaching, unlock all the doors. If you

see anyone else, blow the horn continuously until I get here. Ok?"

"Ok," she said. I stood aside as she closed the door, then blew her a

final kiss. She grinned, and I returned to the house.