I opened the door to the spare bedroom. "Miss me?" I asked.

"I was beginning to," Carrie said. I was relieved that she had abandoned

the French. She turned to me, and I put my arm around her waist and

kissed her. "I love you, Rene," she said.

"It's a beautiful day, let's go for a walk," I said. She put one arm

through mine, then gripped my forearm with her other hand. I could tell

she was surprised as we walked to the back door, but she remained

silent. After I unlocked the door, we went outside and walked away from

the house, toward the clearing where Carrie and I had fucked numerous

times.

"You're right, it is a beautiful day," she said, after we had walked for

a few minutes. She moved as close to me as possible, and rested her head

on my shoulder.

We walked in silence for a minute, then Carrie said, "Rene, I've thought

a lot about what you said. You're right, I need to give myself to you

without reservation. I'm yours completely, use me as you will."

I smiled, pleased that she was changing the story, making it her own.

"I'm glad you've realized that, O," I said. "I've decided that it's time

for you to take the next step. You must be trained to serve me properly."

She shuddered, then said quietly, "Whatever you wish, Rene." I steered

our path back around the house, toward the SUV.

We came around the corner of the house, and Carrie noticed Char sitting

behind the wheel of the SUV. She squeezed my arm and looked up at me,

but remained silent. Char was busy studying her script, and didn't

notice us until we were a few paces from the truck. I heard the multiple

"thunks" as she pressed the switch to unlock the doors.

I led Carrie around the back of the truck and opened the back door on

the driver's side. Carrie got in and slid to the center of the seat, and

I got in after her and closed the door. Char slowly turned and looked at

Carrie, her gaze moving over Carrie's body from head to toe.

"Anne-Marie, this is O," I said. Carrie was looking at Char, but she

immediately lowered her eyes when she heard that name. Char glanced at

me and smiled.

"What a lovely creature," Char said. "She's every bit as pretty as you

said, Rene. Does she know our destination?"

"No, but she's agreed to my wishes." I reached out and put my curled

forefinger under Carrie's chin. Lifting her head and turning her to face

me, I continued, "Haven't you, O?"

Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, then she immediately lowered them

again. "Yes, Rene, I'll do anything you say," she whipered.

In a surprisingly menacing voice, Char said "Charming. She's going to be

such a treat." Carrie's eyes flickered, but remained downcast. "Shall we

begin our drive?" Char asked. I agreed, and she turned and put her hands

on the wheel.

"Relax, O, enjoy the drive," I said, "all of your questions will soon be

answered." Carrie put her purse on the seat between us, then rested her

hands on her thighs, palms up and open. We sat in silence for about five

minutes, to let the tension build.

I reached out my hand and touched Carrie's open, gloved palm with the

tip of my index finger. She thought I wanted to take her hand, and

lifted it from her thigh. "No, leave your hand as it is," I told her.

She lowered her hand and opened her fingers until they were straight.

I spent a minute running my fingertip over her gloved hand. Finally she

whimpered, then softly said my name with a pleading tone. "Shhh," I said.

Char turned her head to look at Carrie, and said, "The first lesson you

must learn, O, is to speak only when you're told." Carrie whimpered

again softly, and I felt a tremble in her hand.

After waiting another minute, I took Carrie's purse, which was on the

seat between us, and set it on my opposite side where it was out of her

reach. "Take your gloves off," I told her. She sighed softly as she

removed her gloves and handed them to me. I put the gloves beside her

purse, and she again rested her hands on her thighs.

I let another minute go by, then said, "Unfasten your stockings, and

roll them down until they're just above your knees." As Carrie looked up

to see if Char was watching, Char adjusted her rearview mirror so she

was looking at Carrie's lap in the mirror. Carrie looked at me

pleadingly. "Do as you're told," I said. "This is exactly why you need

training, you only obey when and if you feel like it."

"After a few weeks at the Chateau, she'll never think of disobeying you

again," Char said. She continued to watch Carrie in the rearview mirror.

Carrie's breathing was more rapid now. She was looking at the back of

Char's head as she began fumbling under her skirt to unfasten her garter

belt. When her stockings were free of the garter belt, she began rolling

them down. I handed her the garters out of my pocket. "Use these to hold

your stockings up, just above your knees," I said. She slipped the

garters over her shoes, pulled them up her legs to the tops of her

stockings, and began again rolling her stockings down.

Carrie had rolled down her stockings, and was again sitting quietly with

her upturned hands on her thighs. "You're wearing too many clothes," I

said. "Unfasten your garter belt, then remove your panties." This time

she was quick to obey, but she tried to keep her crotch hidden under her

slip and skirt. I let her think she was maintaining her privacy for now.

In a minute I would show her how impossible that would be from now on.

Carrie handed me her garter belt and panties. "Your panties are wet," I

said, "you must enjoy undressing in front of strangers." She lowered her

head in shame. Amazingly, she also blushed. I glanced at Char, who had

looked around at Carrie to see her reaction to my comment. She mouthed a

silent "Wow," to me, and I smiled at her.

I put Carrie's panties and garter belt in her purse. Then I turned to

her and said, "O, I want your bare skin in contact with the seat. Please

pull your skirt and slip up behind you." She raised first one hip and

then the other, until she had pulled her skirt and slip out of the way,

and her legs and ass were in full contact with the seat. I handed Carrie

her gloves and told her to put them back on, which she did.

"Pull the skirt and slip up in the front also, so Anne-Marie can examine

your pussy," I said. She whimpered, but after a barely perceptable

hesitation she gathered her skirt and slip in both hands and lifted them

to expose her crotch and part of her belly. I reached down with my hand

and nudged her thighs farther apart. Her breathing was shallow and

rapid, and her face was bright red. Her lips began trembling, then a

tear leaked from her left eye and slowly ran down her cheek.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Char said, "Delicious. I'll bet it

tastes as sweet as it looks." Then she glanced around and looked

directly at Carrie's pussy. "Look how wet she is, the little slut is

really turned on. Is she always like this, Rene?"

"She's a regular little fountain," I said, "always wet and ready." Char

faced forward again, but Carrie could see that Char was still staring at

her pussy in the mirror. Tears were running down both of her cheeks now.

She sat perfectly still, holding her dress and slip up in front.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. Carrie's tears had stopped, and she

seemed to have calmed down somewhat. Then Char announced that we had

arrived at the Chateau, causing Carrie to gasp and begin trembling again.

"Don't move," I told her. I turned toward her, and untied the bow at the

neck of her blouse. As I unbuttoned her blouse, Carrie looked up at Char

and then quickly lowered her eyes again. I looked up to see why, and saw

that Char had swiveled around in the driver's seat and was looking

directly at Carrie. She gave me a quick grin.

When Carrie's blouse was unbuttoned to her waist, I took the scissors

from my pocket and cut the straps her bra straps. Then I unfastened the

bra and slowly pulled it out of her blouse. As soon as I unfastened her

bra, Carrie let go of her skirt and moved her hands to cover her

breasts. I slapped one of her hands, and said, "You weren't told to let

go of your skirt, you're being disrespectful to Anne-Marie." She

reluctantly took the skirt and slip in her hands and raised them again.

She sobbed once, but then regained control.

When Carrie's breasts were bared, Char said, "You lucky girl, everyone

who sees your beautiful breasts will want to mark them. They were made

for the whip."

Carrie quickly looked up at me, fear in her eyes and on her face. "You

didn't say anything about whipping, Rene," she said. "I never agreed to

be whipped, I don't want this."

"What do you think training consists of, you silly little slut?" Char

said in a nasty voice. "It's a little late for you to be making demands

of Rene, don't you think?"

In a soothing voice, I said, "Darling, from now on you must live for the

moment. I don't want you to worry about what may happen to you in the

future. I want you to live in the present, as fully and completely as

possible. If you are to be whipped, then you'll be whipped. There's

nothing you can do about it, and no one to whom you can appeal to

prevent it. All you have to worry about from now on, is obeying to the

best of your ability."

"Yes, Rene," she said quietly and meekly. Then she whispered, "Rene, I'm

afraid. Will you be there with me?"

"I'll be along later," I said. "In the meantime, you must do your best

to obey. When you obey anyone in the Chateau, you are obeying me. It is

my decision that you be trained."

"I understand, Rene. I'll do my best, for you," she said.

I told Carrie she could lower her skirt. I kissed her tenderly on the

lips, feeling the trembling in her body, then buttoned her blouse and

retied the bow at her throat. "Please lean forward, and cross your

wrists behind your back," I told her. Taking the rope from my jacket

pocket, I tied her wrists together. Then I took out the blindfold and

covered her eyes.

"How I wish I could take part in her training," Char said.

"You know that's not allowed, Anne-Marie," I said. "I'll see that you

have some time with her, perhaps a few weeks in late Summer. By then,

she should be docile enough even for your tastes."

"I hope not," Char said, "I'm dying to see how she responds under the

whip." That was her last line in this scene.

Opening the door, I got out of the truck. Going around to the other rear

door, I opened it and took Carrie by the arm, noting that she was

trembling and breathing in short gasps. After helping her out of the

truck, I led her to the back door of the house and let go of her arm.

"I'm leaving you here, O," I said. "Someone will come out for you in a

few minutes. Go with them and do what they tell you. If you refuse, they

will force you. Do you understand?"

Very quietly, she said, "Yes, Rene, I understand." After a pause, she

added, "Please don't abandon me." That was the same thing she had said

the first time we performed this scene. Carrie was still worried that I

might leave her at some point.

I walked away from Carrie, back to the SUV. Char had shut off the engine

and was standing beside the truck, grinning. I hugged and kissed her.

"You were perfect," I said. "Who would have guessed you could be so mean

and nasty? Was it fun?""

"It was a blast, thank you so much," she said. "But the best part was

watching you and Carrie. You were totally slimy, I hated you. Carrie was

awesome, she should have been an actress. She seemed so helpless and

scared, I wanted to climb over the seat and hug her." I told Char about

the first time Carrie and I performed this scene. Carrie had been so

convincing that I kept thinking she had somehow misunderstood what was

going on, and was really terrified.

I made sure we were leaving nothing in the SUV, and that Char had the

keys. Then I locked the truck, and we went to the front door and then

inside. I hugged and kissed Char again, then told her, "Fair warning,

after we put Carrie to bed in the spare bedroom tonight, you're going to

be thoroughly eaten and fucked."

"I can hardly wait," she said. "I've wondered what it would be like,

alone in bed with you, fucking hard and then drifting off to sleep in

your arms."

After sending Char to the bedroom to get out of her pants suit, I went

through the house to the back door. Looking outside, I saw that Carrie

was standing as I had left her. She jumped when I opened the door. I

went out to her, and was about to take her arm and lead her inside, when

I thought of a variation.

I walked all the way around Carrie once, noting that she was following

the sound of my feet on the gravel as I circled her. When I was back in

front of her, I reached out and untied the bow at her throat. Then I

slowly unbuttoned her blouse all the way to her waist. She was visibly

trembling, and again breathing in short gasps. I reached into the blouse

and ran my hands over both of her breasts. She stiffened and gasped when

I first contacted her flesh, but she didn't offer any form of protest or

resistance. Finally I eased the blouse over her shoulders. It slid down

her back and hung from her crossed, tied wrists.

Carrie's breasts were quivering due to the trembling that now racked her

body. I reached out and cupped one of her breasts. Leaning down, I

kissed her nipple, then took it between my thumb and forefinger and

squeezed hard. She inhaled sharply, but did not react otherwise. I

chuckled out loud for her benefit, then took her by the arm and led her

inside.

I took Carrie through the house to the guest bedroom, and positioned her

in the middle of the room with her back to the door. After kissing and

caressing her breasts for a few moments, I untied her wrists. Her blouse

dropped to the floor. "Wait here," I said in a gruff voice. "Someone

will come for you. You may remove your blindfold after the door closes."

Then I walked out of the room, closing the door behind me.

As I entered the master bedroom, Char was just coming out of the

bathroom, naked. "What's next?" she asked.

"We'll leave her in there for 30 minutes," I said. "In the meantime,

we're going to reward one another for our performances." Char clapped

her hands, then ran over to me and began removing my clothes. After she

stripped me, I picked her up in my arms and carried her to our bed. At

the side of the bed, I stood holding her while we shared a long kiss,

then I laid her down on her back, her head on a pillow.

I stood looking down at Char. Theatrically, she asked, "What do you

desire, Master?" Then she grinned up at me and added, "Your command is

my wish."

It took me a second to realize what she had said, then I laughed. "Shut

up and spread your legs," I said. She spread her legs wide, then lay

still. I sat on the edge of the bed, by her shoulder, with one foot on

the floor and one leg curled up on the bed. "Play with yourself until

you cum," I said. "Show me what gives you the most pleasure."

She immediately moved one hand to her breast and one to her pussy. As

she began stimulating herself, she said, "In the last few days, I've

learned that anything you do to me is what gives me the most pleasure."

I leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. "And what about

Carrie?" I asked.

"She's a close second, but it's just not quite as good when there's no

cock involved," Char said. She stopped moving her hands, her eyes locked

on mine, then she added, "It helps that I'm head over heels in love with

you."

I didn't say anything for awhile, I didn't know what she expected.

"Don't stop, I want to see you cum," I finally said. She continued

working on herself, still looking into my eyes. I said, "I'd like to

suggest to you that it's too soon for you to be making those kinds of

decisions. After years of forced isolation and slavery, you've been here

with us a few days. Don't commit yourself to anything or anyone, until

you've thought everything through. You'll always have my love, and

Carrie's, but you might have a better chance for happiness away from us."

"I might," she said, "and I'm not ruling anything out. I'm just telling

you honestly what's in my mind now. If you command me, I won't mention

it again."

I put my open hand on her forehead, then ran my fingers through her

hair. "I always want to know what's on your mind," I told her, "and I'm

flattered at what you said. Do you remember your first night here? You

didn't want me to touch you."

She smiled. "And right now, I'm aching for your touch. If I beg, will

you fuck me?"

"As soon as you cum for me, I'll be happy to fuck you," I said. I took

her hand from her breast and moved it down to her pussy. As I leaned

over her breast, I said, "I'll take over up here." I put my mouth over

her nipple and began licking, sucking, and nibbling on it, while moving

my hand to her other breast.

She came within a few seconds. "That's my good girl," I whispered as I

moved up to kiss her lips. She remained still as I touched my lips to

hers. Both of her hands remained at her pussy, although she stopped

stimulating herself after she came.

As I continued to kiss Char, I pivoted up on my knee and swung my other

leg over her. I wound up lying on top of her, with my knees on the bed

between her legs, supporting my weight on my elbows. She slid my cock

into her wet pussy, then wrapped her legs around my waist. I felt her

shudder as she came a second time. "I know this is what I want," she

whispered, then she came once more.

Smiling, I said, "You're getting ahead on orgasms, I'd better get busy."

"I'm sorry, William," she said, looking contrite. "I'm being selfish, I

know your orgasms are more important than mine."

"Not tonight," I said, and gave Char a long, tender kiss, causing her to

cum yet again.

"God, William, you're killing me," she said.

I smiled at her. "You're in control, Char. If you don't want to cum so

often, then stop doing it." Then I kissed her again.

We fucked for another 10 minutes. Char was kissing me passionately, and

moving with me to enhance the sensations we both felt, but she didn't

cum again. Finally, I felt my orgasm building. "I'm about to cum, Char,"

I said. "I'd like it very much if you would cum with me."

"So would I," she said, rubbing her hands up and down my back and

tightening her legs around my waist.

We came together. I pulled my lips from hers and looked at her face. I

had never seen her look really happy until then. She was glowing. We

looked into each others eyes for a few seconds, then she relaxed

completely and closed her eyes. "Are you Ok?" I asked her softly.

She kept her eyes closed. In a whisper, she said, "I've been a slave so

long, I don't even know how long. I hated every second of it, I thought

a lot about dying. When Uncle Phil brought me here, I thought I would be

set free, I wanted to be free. Then you said I was your slave, and I

thought, 'How bad could it be? He couldn't be any worse than the last

one.'"

She opened her eyes and looked into mine. "Now I want to be your slave

forever. I know Carrie is first in your life, I don't mind that. Just

please let me stay with you, and serve you, and fuck you, and love you.

If you don't want me to say I love you, I'll never say it again. Just

please don't send me away."

"I'm not going to send you away," I said. "Carrie and I want you to be

happy. If you decide you're happy here, then you'll stay here with us.

You're right that Carrie will always be first in my life, but there's

more than enough room for you. I love you, Char, and I don't mind

hearing that you love me. I just think you should take more time to

adjust your new surroundings."

"Ok, I'll take time," she said. Then she seemed to transition, from

emotional to a more rational state of mind. She gave me a tight hug,

then grinned at me. "Thanks for a great fuck", she said, "let's do it

again tonight. We shouldn't keep my sister waiting any longer."

After kissing her one last time, on her nose, I crawled off the bed and

pulled Char off after me. "You're right, we've kept her waiting too

long," I said. "Let's get dressed."

"We should take a quick shower, she'll know we've been fucking," Char

said.

I smiled. "That's right, she will," I said. "Now, let me show you what

we're going to use for slave uniforms. Do you remember the slave gowns

described in the book?"

She said, "Yeah, too complicated. Not practical."

"Exactly," I agreed. "Here's a simple outfit that serves the same

purpose. Minimal concealment, allowing full access at a moment's

notice." I took Char's miniskirt from the closet and put it on her. Then

I took one of Carrie's sheer blouses and helped her into it. I only

fastened the topmost button, and left the blouse outside of her skirt.

Taking her to the mirror, I said, "Lift the front of your skirt and tuck

it into the waistband." She complied, then stood with her arms at her

sides. Her pussy was perfectly framed on each side by the draped front

of her skirt. I had her do the same with the rear of the skirt, and

admired the crack of her ass centered in the opening of her skirt.

To show Char that she was as exposed in the rear as she was in the

front, I ran my palm over her naked ass. She smiled and nodded her head.

Then I reached around her and grasped her blouse on each side. Pulling

each side of the blouse under her arms and behind her, I buttoned the

bottommost button behind her back. After pulling the front of the blouse

to the outside of each breasts, I had her walk around the room, then

return to the mirror. She grinned when she saw her naked breasts and

stomach, and below her waist, her perfectly framed naked pussy. "So

simple, so cool," she said.

From behind her, I pulled the rear hem of her skirt out of her waistband

and lowered it over her ass. I turned her with her back to the full

length mirror, then gave her a hand mirror. She looked at herself. From

the rear, she looked like she was dressed normally, except that the

blouse was bunched up behind her arms. I then turned her around to face

the mirror. Essentially, she was completely naked in front.

Char laughed. "You're a nasty, evil man, William," she said. Then she

looked down at her feet. "Shoes?" she asked.

"Nope, no shoes for the slaves," I said. "Could it be simpler?" she

shook her head. I pulled the Master's leather pants and shirt out of the

closet, the same outfit I had worn the first time Carrie and I played

this scene. Handing it to Char, I said, "Dress your Master, Slave, while

I describe the next scene."

"Yes, Sir," she said, smiling. I explained everything to her while she

helped me into the clothes. Then I sat on the bed while she put socks

and shoes on my feet.

Before sending Char in to Carrie, I put Carrie's collar and wrist

manacles on her. "Carrie will know these are hers, shouldn't I wear my

own bracelets?" Char asked.

"You're going to give her a bath. These are steel, yours are leather," I

said.

Char grinned and said, "Oops!" I unbuttoned the bottom button of her

blouse and pulled it closed over her breasts. Then I pulled the front

hem of her skirt out of her waistband and let it fall to cover her

pussy. Finally I applied a little lipstick and eye shadow, then sent her

in to begin the next act.