Returning to the living room, I saw that Carrie was still lying where I

had left her, sobbing quietly. I helped her to sit up, then to stand.

With my arm around her shoulder, I led her to the end of the couch, and

had her lean her ass against its arm. I kissed her on her lips and said,

"You've done very well, my love. There's one more trial you must face

tonight, then you can rest and sleep."

"Rene?" she said with great emotion. "Oh, Rene, I'm so glad you're here.

I've tried my best to obey, Rene, just as you told me. I hope I've

pleased you."

I said, "Yes, I'm very pleased, O. We'll talk again tomorrow morning, in

your room. Until then you must remain silent, except to cry out in

pain." I kissed her again, then stood her up and took her to the wall

where I had installed the eye-bolts. With my arm around her shoulder, I

felt Carrie tremble. This time, I didn't think she was acting.

Stopping her about 2 feet from the wall, I unclipped her wrist, then

clipped them together again in front of her body. After attaching the

end of the chain to her wrist manacles, I pulled the other end of the

chain to raise her hands and arms. While gently pushing her closer to

the wall, I continued to pull the chain. Finally, Carrie's breasts and

hips were in contact with the wall, and her heels were off the floor. I

secured the chain to hold her hands where they were, then nudged her

feet apart until she was standing on tiptoes.

I stood silently and watched Carrie for a minute, letting her

anticipation build. Then I picked up the crop, and swished it through

the air behind her a few times. When she heard the sound, she whimpered.

I remembered Char, and looked over to assess her state of mind. She was

standing against the wall, about 10 feet behind Carrie. Her face was

pale, and she was wringing her hands.

I struck Carrie on her ass, twice in quick succession. As she cried out

in pain and surprise, she lost her footing and momentarily hung from her

wrists. I paused until she was able to stand on tiptoe again, then I

struck her twice more on her thighs. She kept her footing that time, but

she let a sob escape her lips. After another pause, I struck her another

2 times on her back, and that time she only moaned.

Each blow of the crop had marked Carrie's skin, marks which would fade

by morning. But, since I intended to subject her to multiple whippings

tomorrow, I wanted to limit any marks I put on her tonight. So I put

down the crop. Using a plot device from the book, I said, "The crop

marks her too much, let's use the flogger on her."

Moving to another position behind Carrie, I responded to my previous

statement. "Yes, with the flog, we can whip her as long as we want,

without marking her skin. Let's flog her."

I picked up the flogger and moved into position behind Carrie. I began

flogging her moderately hard, at random locations on her back side,

intending to eventually cover her from shoulders to knees. After a few

minutes, she was moaning continuously, and only a few minutes after that

she began sobbing and crying. I knew she was exaggerating her suffering

a little, although not a great deal, but I wondered if Char realized

that.

If this had been a flogging of Carrie by her master, she would have held

whatever position I put her in, for as long a she possibly could. But

this wasn't the Story of Carrie, it was the Story of O. I had expected

her to follow the plot line, that's why the third eye-bolt was in the

wall at the level of her waist. Sure enough, as I continued flogging

her, she began turning, as if she were trying to shield her rear from

the crop. As a result, my blows began striking her on her side.

Eventually she had turned almost completely around, so that her back was

to the wall and I was flogging her breasts, her stomach, and the front

of her thighs.

I told Carrie we were pausing to let her catch her breath. That wasn't

unreasonable, since by this time she was screaming continuously and

begging me to give her a moment's rest. Char looked unhappy, to say the

least, so I dragged her along with me as I headed for our bedroom. When

we were out of Carrie's hearing range, I said, "Do you have anything you

want to say to me?"

"I'm sorry," she said. "I was completely out of line when I questioned

you before. I can see the pain on your face, I know what this is doing

to you, and I'm sorry I questioned your judgement. It's hard to watch,

but I know you wouldn't be doing this unless it was what Carrie wanted."

I hugged her tightly. "Thank you, that means a lot," I said.

Char took my head in her hand and pulled my lips to hers. After she gave

me a passionate kiss, she pulled back and looked into my eyes. "I'm so

sorry you have to go through this. I'll support you in any way I can. I

hope you'll let me take your mind off of it later tonight, in bed."

I said, "I'd like that. In fact, I think I'll need it. Thank you for

understanding how hard this is."

I hugged Char again, until she gently pushed me away from her. She

looked up at me and said, "My sister is alone. She's waiting for you." I

nodded, then went to the mural room to get Carrie's bondage belt.

Returning to the living room, I saw that Carrie had calmed down,

although she was still crying under her blindfold. She was still

positioned with her ass against the wall, and I noticed that her feet

were spread apart so that she had to stand on her tiptoes. I took that

as a good sign, if she was in bad shape she would have brought her feet

closer together, easing the strain on her wrists.

"Are you ready to continue?" I asked. She began begging and pleading

with me to stop whipping her and release her arms. I picked up the crop,

then said, "Since you want your front whipped, as well as your back, we

might as well mark you there also." I struck her hard across her

breasts, two inches above her nipples. This started her screaming again,

and begging me to stop. As the crop mark reddened across her breasts, I

struck her again, once on her belly and once across each thigh.

Finally, I lowered the crop and brought it up between her legs, striking

the lower part of her pussy, well below her clit. The blow to her pussy

was much lighter than any other I had given her, but it made her go

wild. She was thrashing around so much that her feet were off the floor

much of the time. She began calling for Rene to help her, to make them

stop torturing her. I put down the crop and picked up the flogger again.

"She wants you, Rene," I said. "Show her your flogging technique."

Carrie was still thrashing around, although she had regained her

footing. Again I noted that she was keeping her feet spread wide apart,

something she would not do if she was in any trouble. I gave her several

light strokes across her breasts with the flogger, then stood back. "You

can do better than that, Rene, she hardly felt it at all," I said.

Carrie was pleading. "Please, Rene, I love you, don't do this to me.

Can't we go home, Rene? I promise, I'll do anything. Please take me away

from here."

I said, "She'll do anything, all right. Go ahead, Rene, give her some

serious flogging before we turn her around again." I began flogging her,

moderately hard, up and down her front. I avoided her crotch, but gave

her a thorough flogging over her breasts, stomach, and thighs. She

continued to cry, scream, and plead with me to stop. Although she was

moving around as much as her bound wrists allowed, she made no more

efforts to turn her body away from the blows. She was getting just what

she wanted. Finally, I told her we were going to pause and let her rest

again. She continued to beg between her sobs, for Rene to release her

and take her home.

Putting my hands on her hips, I gently turned her until she was again

facing the wall. I fastened her bondage belt around her waist, then tied

it securely to the eye-bolt at her side. This pulled her slightly to one

side, so that she had to put most of her weight on the toes of one foot.

I nudged her feet closer together, so that she could stand on the ball

of one foot and the toes of the other foot. "This will keep you where we

want you," I said. Patting her on her ass, I said, "When we resume,

we're going to concentrate on this pretty ass, and see how rosy red we

can get it."

The whole time I was tying her waist, she continued begging to be

released. After listening to me say that her ass was my next target, she

said nothing at all for a moment, then she asked for a drink of water. I

nodded to Char, and she quietly went to the kitchen. Returning a few

seconds later, she handed me a glass of water. "Here's your water, O," I

said. She turned her head and leaned back, so I could get the glass to

her lips. She greedily drank all of the water, and when I pulled the

empty glass away from her mouth, she smiled faintly and thanked me. Then

she resumed her role and begged me to release her.

I ran my hands over Carrie's ass, then stepped back and resumed flogging

her. She remained silent for a few seconds, then began crying, sobbing

and moaning again. Occasionally she would ask me to stop, or to pause

for a few seconds, neither of which I did. After flogging her for about

five minutes, I stopped again and put down the flogger.

Although my brain disliked what I was doing, it was Ok with my cock, I

had a raging boner. I decided to put it to good use, enacting another

small episode of O's story. Stepping up behind Carrie, I spread her hot

cheeks apart with my hands, then plunged my cock into her ass. Rather

that screaming or protesting, she sighed. I moved my head so I could see

the side of her face. She was smiling.

While I continued to fuck Carrie, I turned my head as if speaking to

someone behind me, and said, "You're right, James, her ass is a little

too tight. Starting tomorrow, she'll wear a dildo when her ass isn't in

use. That will make her more open and available after a few days." When

I said that, she came. I was hoping that wouldn't happen, it was a

calculated risk. She knew I didn't want her to cum while a whipping was

in progress, because I didn't want to reinforce her association of pain

and pleasure. In this case, I think she was simply too exhausted to

control herself.

As soon as I came in Carrie's ass, I withdrew my cock and resumed the

flogging. She was too tired to put on much of a show at that point, she

just hung from her wrists and sobbed. After another minute, I stopped

and threw down the flogger. After releasing her waist, I loosened the

chain to let her arms down. She was too tired to stand on her own, so I

lowered her to the floor with the chain. Once she was sitting, I

detached the chain from her wrists, then clipped her wrists together

behind her back.

Carrie knew the whipping was over. Even though she was still crying and

sobbing, I could see she was relieved. "I love you, Rene," she said

softly.

"And I love you, O," I answered. "I'm very proud of you. She gave me a

weak smile as I eased her down onto her side. "Rest for a few minutes,

then Jeanne wil take you to your room," I said.

I stood and walked to the other end of the living room. As quietly as

possible, I opened the liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of Scotch.

Motioning for Char to follow me, I went into the kitchen and grabbed a

glass, then went to our bedroom. When Char followed me into the bedroom,

I closed the door and handed her the glass and bottle. "Pour me a drink,

then share it with me," I said, then I flopped down in my favorite

chair. A few seconds later she walked up to me holding the glass. It had

about an inch of Scotch in it. I took the glass in one hand, and pulled

her into my lap with the other.

Char kissed me on the cheek, then I took a sip of the Scotch. I was

going to offer her a sip, but instead I upended the glass and swallowed

it all. "That's Ok, I hate Scotch," she said.

"So do I," I said. "I don't normally drink, except beer or wine, but I

needed that."

Char got out of my lap and went to the bathroom. Soon she came back with

a warm, damp washcloth, and proceeded to clean off my cock. Then she

took the glass from me, poured a little more Scotch, and crawled back

into my lap. She put the glass to my lips, and I took a sip. "Feeling

better?" she asked. I smiled at her and nodded my head. She kissed my

cheek again. "Is it over?" she asked.

I sighed. "It's almost over for tonight. Tomorrow it starts again, and

I'll need Jeanne in most of the scenes." I looked at Char. "Are you up

to it?"

"I'm up for whatever you need me to do," she said. "What about you?"

"I'll be Ok, with your help," I said. Then I explained what we had to do

to get Carrie in bed. She put the glass to my lips and I finished the

Scotch. then she kissed my cheek a third time, crawled out of my lap,

and pulled me to my feet.

We returned to the living room. I stood and watched as Char walked over

to her sister and knelt beside her. "O, it's time to put you to bed for

the evening," she said. "You have to get up now." Carrie groaned, but

made no move to get up. "You must obey me, O, or I'll have to call a

valet," Char said. "Haven't you been whipped enough?" Carrie groaned

again, then slowly sat up. Char got to her feet, then helped Carrie

stand up. When she saw that Carrie was able to stand unaided, she

grasped Carrie's labia and began leading her to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Char said, "I'll hold you while you squat over the

toilet."

"Please unfasten my wrists, Jeanne, then I can keep my balance," Carrie

said softly.

"Only the valets and masters can do that, O," Char answered, as she

forced Carrie to squat over the toilet. "You're in position, and I won't

let you fall. Do what you need to do, so I can get you to bed. Pierre

doesn't like to be kept waiting."

When Char took Carrie into the guest bedroom, I waited in the hall. Char

sat Carrie on the edge of the bed, then removed her blindfold. "Poor

darling, your eyes are red and puffy from crying. They really gave you a

hard time, didn't they? It's true, they treat you much worse if you were

brought here by your lover. You'll see."

At that point I entered the room. "Behold, the lovely lady," I said, a

quote from the book that Carrie liked. She looked up at me with fear in

her eyes. I unfastened her wrists, then refastened them in front.

"Shit," I said to myself, realizing that I needed the chain from the

living room. I put Carrie on her back in bed, then said, "Stay with her,

Jeanne." I quickly went to the living room, then returned with the

chain. Standing on the edge of Carrie's bed, I threaded the chain

through the eye-bolt above her bed. After running it through the front

ring of Carrie's collar, I attached it to her wrist manacles.

When I pulled the opposite end of the chain, Carrie's hands were forced

up toward her head, until her wrists were at her neck. She held her

hands together at the side of her face, as if she was praying. I secured

the chain to the second eye-bolt, out of her reach. I stood looking down

at her for a long moment, then I slipped my hand between her legs and

pushed three fingers into her pussy. A tear ran from her eye. I laughed

as I withdrew my hand, then covered her with a blanket. Taking Char by

the arm, I led her out of the room, turning off the lights as we left.

As we walked down the hall toward our bedroom, Char whispered,

"Shouldn't we close her door?" I shook my head. If she woke up alone in

the middle of the night and had a panic attack, I wanted to make sure I

could hear her.

Char and I quickly tended to our toilet needs, then crawled into bed

together. I was holding her in my arms, wondering if I should fuck her

or try to sleep, when I heard Carrie sobbing from down the hall. After a

few moments, Char said, "That's so sad. Should I go and try to comfort

her?"

"No, this is what she wants, leave her alone," I said.

After a moment, Char said, "I don't know how many nights I sobbed like

that. Hundreds, a thousand, I don't know. Trying to calm my fear and

rage so I could get to sleep."

I hugged her tight, and felt her body tremble. "Please fuck me," she

whispered in my ear. I reached down and rubbed her wet pussy with my

fingers, causing her to moan. After guiding my cock into her, I held her

to me as I rolled onto my back.

Char and I fucked for nearly an hour. Somewhere in that time, the sounds

from Carrie's room had faded and then stopped. We had cycled through

most of my favorite positions, and Char had matched each of my orgasms,

plus she had a few extra of her own. We wound up as we started, with

Char lying on top of me. We had just cum together, and Char's head was

resting on my chest. "Why do you go through all of this?" she asked me.

"What do you get out of it?"

"Those are really the same question, and you already know the answer," I

told her.

"But Carrie would do anything for you. You could treat her like shit,

and it wouldn't matter to her. In fact, she'd be more obedient if you

were cruel to her. You don't have to lift a finger to please her. She'd

be happy kneeling at your feet, waiting for a command, and yet you put

yourself through this. I don't get it."

I didn't know how to explain it to Char, I didn't really know the answer

myself. Finally, I said, "Her submission to me, and my domination of

her, are only the top layer of our relationship, a tool to fully develop

her ability to give and receive sexual and emotional pleasure. She won't

always be my slave."

"You mean she'll leave you some day ... or you'll leave her?" Char asked.

"No, I'll never leave her, and I don't think she'll ever leave me. I

mean that some day we'll give up the master/slave roles. You heard her

tell Philip she would bear my children someday, didn't you?" Char

nodded. "My children's mother won't be a slave. She'll be my wife and my

life partner. Those are the layers of our relationship below the

master/slave roles. That's what we'll have as we raise our children and

grow old together."

Char was quiet for a minute, then she asked, "Is there room for me in

that plan?"

"I don't know, Char, it's not clear how our relationships would evolve

if there were three of us. Carrie will have to give you her own answer,

but I'll give you mine if you'd like." She looked into my eyes and

nodded. "I don't love you the way I love Carrie, but I do love you. I

think you would be happier, in the long run, if you could find someone -

it doesn't matter if its a man or a woman - who would love you above all

others. But if you want to stay with us, then I say welcome to the

family."

We lay quietly for awhile, until I realized Char had gone to sleep lying

on top of me. I carefully rolled her off. She woke up, reached up and

kissed me, then drifted back to sleep. The clock beside our bed read

11:45. I set the alarm for 5:00 and then went to sleep.

When the alarm went off, I quickly silenced it, then sat up on the edge

of the bed. Char asked what I wanted her to do, and I told her to go

back to sleep. I wouldn't need her until later. I went to the bathroom

to take a piss and brush my teeth, then got dressed in my leather

master/valet outfit.

After a trip to the living room to get the flog and crop, I went to

Carrie's room. I quietly closed the door behind me as I entered her

room, then I walked up to the side of her bed. She was sleeping soundly

on her side, her hands in a prayer position under her head. I pulled the

blanket off of her, causing her to stir. When I pulled the pillow out

from under her head, she came fully awake. She immediately remembered

what we were doing, and looked at me with fear in her eyes.

I freed the far end of the chain, then began pulling on it, removing the

small amount of slack I had left Carrie. "Please stand up on the bed,

facing the wall," I told her. As I pulled on the chain, she struggled to

her feet on the bed. I put a hand on her ass and pushed her until her

knees were touching the headboaard of the bed, then I pushed harder

until she pressed her breasts against the wall. After removing all of

the slack from the chain, I secured it again on the second eye-bolt.

I paused, assessing Carrie's condition following last night's whipping.

The crop marks on her back, ass, and thighs were still visible, but

there was no broken skin. I decided that it was safe to give her

another, much less intense whipping now.

Carrie knew what was about to happen, and she was genuinely fearful. She

didn't want any more pain, so soon after last night, but she knew it was

inevitable. I picked up the flog, then put one foot on the bed and

struck her on her ass. She screamed, then began begging me not to hit

her again. Ignoring her pleas, I flogged her ass and thighs until they

were a pale shade of red. By the time I stopped, she was out of breath

from trying to cry, scream, and beg all at once.

I exchanged the flog for the crop, and gave her four very hard blows,

evenly spaced over her ass and thighs. I was careful not to hit her on

any of the marks from last night. She became almost hysterical at that

point, but I had to trust that she would have used her safe word if she

was really in trouble. I waited a minute for her to calm down somewhat,

then I said, "Please turn around." After a few seconds, she had not

begun to turn, so I put a hand on each of her hips and forcibly turned

her around on the bed.

I had never seen Carrie weeping this hard. "Please don't hurt me any

more, Pierre," she blubbered. What a relief it was to hear her say that,

it was her way of telling me she was Ok. I brought the crop down very

hard across the front of her thighs, causing her to scream so loud it

hurt my ears. Leaving Carrie standing on the bed, crying her eyes out, I

picked up the flog and turned away from her. As I left the room, I

closed the door behind me.

When I returned to our bedroom, Char was sitting up in bed with her

hands over her ears, crying. When she saw me come in, she said, "I can't

take this, how much longer will it last?"

I closed the bedroom door, almost muffling Carrie's wailing. "The worst

is over," I said. "I'll have to whip her a lot more, down in the

'dungeon,' but it won't be as severe as what she just got." I sat on the

bed and took Char's hands in mine. "Listen to me," I told her, "Carrie's

Ok. She has a safe word, but she didn't use it. At the worst point in

the whipping, she called me Pierre. That was her way of telling me she

was Ok. Try not to worry about her."

I stripped off my clothes and fell onto the bed next to Char, on my

back. "God, I need another drink," I said.

She lay down next to me, on her side, and put her arm over my chest.

"Poor baby, let Mama make it better," she said. I looked over at her to

see if she was making fun of me, but she wasn't.

"Is that your way of saying you want to fuck?" I asked.

She said, "I couldn't sleep after that, and I'll bet you can't either.

We're both hurting emotionally, just as Carrie is hurting physically.

Let's take our minds off of it by fucking for awhile, then taking a

shower together." Then she winked at me. "I'll be your distraction, if

you'll be mine," she said with a smile.

I smiled back at her. "Climb on," I said. She started to straddle my

hips. "Not like that," I said, "put your pussy over my face and your

mouth over my cock."

"Yes, Sir," she said, grinning.