At around 7:30, Char walked into Carrie's bedroom, wearing Jeanne's

slave uniform, and her slave collar, but no manacles. She carried a

tray, containing a cup of coffee, a soft boiled egg, and a slice of

buttered toast. Char set the tray on a table, then stood silently beside

Carrie's bed.

A few seconds later, I walked into Carrie's bedroom, wearing the clothes

Rene had worn when he delivered Carrie to the Chateau. Carrie was still

standing at the head of her bed, looking miserable. She was looking at

Char, but obviously had not spoken to her. When she saw me, she smiled.

"Rene," she cried, "you've come for me. I knew you wouldn't abandon me."

Smiling at Carrie, I walked to the side of her bed where her chain was

secured. I released the chain from the eye-bolt, then went to Carrie and

helped her step off of the bed. I unfastened the chain from her wrist

manacles, then unclipped her wrists, and finally removed her bondage

belt.

With my arm around Carrie, I walked her to a chair near where Char had

left her breakfast. I sat in the chair, then pulled Carrie into my lap.

She put her arms around my neck and rested her head on my shoulder. "You

have to eat," I told her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Char leave

the room.

"Rene," Carrie said, "I want to leave now. We can stop for breakfast on

the way home."

"What's your name?" I asked her, to see if she would use her safe word.

"Rene, you know very well, my name is O. Why would you ask me such a

question?"

"You can't leave yet, O," I said. "I brought you here to be trained, and

your training has just begun. You're going to be here for several weeks,

at least."

"But Rene, you can train me. I'll do anything you say. Anything at all,

Rene, just please take me home."

I smiled at her. "No, this is the only place you can be properly

trained. Now be silent and eat your breakfast."

When Char returned with Carrie's slave clothes, Carrie was trying to eat

breakfast. She was having a hard time, because she was still sitting in

my lap, and I had all four fingers of my left hand in her wet pussy. I

had just asked her for a taste of her coffee. As she moved the coffee

cup toward my lips, her hand shook so badly that she spilled a little

coffee on her leg and mine. I took the cup from her and took a sip, then

replaced it on the table. "Finish your breakfast," I told her, "I have a

lot to tell you before I leave."

When Carie finally finished her breakfast, I moved the chair to the

center of the bedroom and had Carrie sit down again. I was standing in

front of her, and Char was behind me, leaning against the wall. I

proceeded to explain to Carrie all of the rules she must follow during

her stay. I did my best to lay our the rules exactly as they were

written in "The Story of O," so I won't repeat everything I said. The

short version was that she must obey everyone, give herself sexually to

anyone who wanted her, and act submisive at all times.

After Carrie asured me that she understood the rules, I had Char step

forward. I proceeded to explain Char's uniform to Carrie, and showed her

how the breasts could be exposed, as well as the pussy and ass. Then I

commanded Char to dress Carrie.

When Carrie was dressed and standing in front of me, she looked very

sexy. The sheer blouse was buttoned only at the throat, and showed a

small patch of bare skin from her breasts down to the waistband of her

miniskirt. It added just a hint of mystery to her gorgeous breasts, and

I became erect just looking at her.

"You should show the lovely marks Pierre has given you," I said, as I

tucked the hem of her skirt into the waistband in front and back. "And

you should show these beautiful breasts whenever possible," I added, as

I pulled the plackets of her blouse under her arms and buttoned the

bottom button behind her back.

Holding her shoulders, I walked Carrie to the floor mirror, so she could

see herself. The welts ocross her breasts from the previous night were

almost faded away, but she had a bright red stripe across the front of

her thighs, and four matching marks in the back, across her ass and

thighs. As she silently looked at herself, I said, "This is a new

beginning for you, O. Anyone who looks at the marks on your body will

want to add to them. And anyone who sees your breasts will want to watch

you crying out and pleading for mercy as they're being flogged."

Carrie turned quickly to face me. "But Rene," she started to say. I

quickly put a finger to her lips to silence her.

"You've been given the rules you must follow. One of them is silence.

That means you must be quiet except when commanded to speak, or when you

are crying out in passion or in pain. But I want to hear you say one

last thing, O. I want to hear you say the name of the man for whom I am

preparing you. I want you to say 'Sir Stephen,' then be silent. Do it

now, O."

She looked into my eyes, and I could see a mixture of confusion, fear,

and betrayal. I hated that look, even if if it was only play acting.

After a moment, she lowered her eyes, and whispered, "Sir Stephen."

Wishing for another fortifying shot of Scotch, I said, "I must leave you

now, O. Just remember, I expect you to obey and to learn. I'll come back

for you when your training is completed." As I turned for the door, I

looked at Char, and I could tell she was as upset as I was. Carrie's

total immersion in her part had sucked both of us into her world, and we

both felt a little less than human at this point.

As I reached the door, I turned back to Carrie. She looked so sad and

miserable that I almost lost it. I wanted to run to her and hug her and

tell her how much I loved her. Instead, I did what she wanted me to do.

"There's one more thing you need to learn before I go," I told Carrie.

Walking over to Char, I said, "Bare your breasts, Please, Jeanne." Char

quickly grabbed the bottom of her blouse on each side, pulled it behind

her back, and buttoned the last button. Then she pulled the front of the

blouse aside, baring her breasts. I stood beside her, caressing her

breasts with my hand. Her arms were at her side, her head was thrown

back, her eyes were closed and her lips were open. I put my mouth over

hers and gave her a long, passionate kiss that left her moaning and

gasping for breath.

"Raise the front of your skirt, Jeanne," I said. Char immediately pulled

up the hem of her skirt and tucked it into the waistband. I led her to

the table that still held the remains of Carrie's breakfast. Clearing

away the dishes, I pushed Char's ass against the edge of the table, then

bent her back until she was lying on the table. Her legs dangled off the

edge of the table, and her toes barely brushed the carpet.

Opening my fly, I pulled out my hard cock and immediately shoved it into

Char's pussy. Char lay quietly, her hands grasping the edge of the

table, while I fucked her hard. I wanted to get it over as fast as

possible, and I was able to cum in only a few minutes. I knew Char was

having even more trouble than I in dealing with this scene, and I was

thankful that she was able to lay still and silent and allow me to fuck

her.

After pulling out of Char, I put my dick back into my pants and turned

to Carrie. She was standing as I had left her. Tears were running down

her cheeks, and she had an expression of total despair on her face. I

walked up to her and kissed her on her cheek. "Hadn't that occurred to

you?" I asked. She hung her head and shook it. I put my curled index

finger under her chin and raised her head until she looked into my eyes.

I said, "She's available and convenient for me, just as you will be for

others. But it's you I love." I kissed her tenderly on her lips, and she

tried to smile, then I said, "Jeanne wil take you for your morning

toilet and bath, then you will begin your duties in the library." I

turned and walked out of the bedroom.

I waited outside the bedroom door. After a few moments, I heard Char

say, "Don't cry O, you'll get used to this life soon enough. I know that

Rene loves you."

"How do you know?" Carrie said. "You don't know anything about it."

Softly, Char said, "I know because Rene took me to bed last night. He

fucked me all night, and he told me all about you, and how much he loves

you, and how he wants you trained perfectly before giving you to his

half brother."

Hearing that, Carrie burst into tears. "How could he do that?" she

wailed. "While I was lying in here, in pain, he was fucking you? And he

told you all about me?" Then she began sobbing.

After a long pause, Char said, "Stop acting silly, O. Rene is a

wonderful lover, you're very lucky. Now stop crying, I need to blindfold

you before I take you for your toilet and bath. We mustn't be late for

library duty."

I followed them as Char led the blindfolded Carrie, by her labia, to the

bathroom. As they passed through the bedroom, I retrieved Pierre's

leather outfit from the closet. Then I returned to Carrie's room to

change Rene's clothes for Pierre's.

Returning to the master bedroom, I silently hung Rene's clothes in the

closet, then stretched out on the bed. From that position, I could hear

what went on in the bathroom, but Carrie wouldn't be able to see me

without walking into the bedroom. I trusted that she wouldn't do that,

or that Char would stop her if she tried.

From Char's conversation, I could tell that she was giving Carrie an

enema, and also playing with Carrie's pussy. Carrie was completely

silent.

After a few minutes, Char told Carrie to squat over the toilet. Since

Carrie's hands weren't bound, and Char had removed her blindfold in the

bathroom, Char was probably just holding Carrie's hands to steady her.

Char was unsuccessful at drawing Carrie into a conversation, which I

assume is why she said what she said next. "We'll both have the

afternoon free, O, I could arrange that we spend it in bed together. We

could compare notes on how to please Rene." It was part of my plan that

Char take Carrie to bed; but that last part, twisting the knife about

Rene, wasn't part of the dialog I had discussed with Char. It worked,

though.

"You bitch, you'll never take him away from me," Carrie said angrily.

Char laughed. "You've already lost him, O, but not to me," she said.

"He's having you trained so he can give you to another man." She paused,

and I heard Carrie sobbing. A minute later, Char said, "To hell with

Rene. Come to bed with me. We'll have a lot of fun, and I'll teach you

what you need to know to survive here."

So quietly that I could barely hear, Carrie said, "I'm not a lesbian."

"Neither am I," Char said. "Come to bed with me after lunch."

"Are you sure it's Ok," Carrie said.

"It's not Ok, but I'm sure we won't be caught or punished. Come to bed

with me."

In a halting voice, Carrie said, "All right, I will." Following that,

there were a few moments of silence that I hoped was due to a long kiss.

Char told Carrie it was time to get into the tub. Soon I heard a lot of

splashing, then Carrie said, "Oh, God, that feels so good." After more

splashing, and considerable moaning, Carrie said, "Can't you remove your

clothes and get in with me?"

"No," Char said. "If Pierre comes in, it has to look like I'm bathing

you. Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to play with my body this

afternoon." That was my cue, a minute later I rolled off the bed.

Picking up the crop, I walked into the bathroom. Char was kneeling on

the floor beside the bathtub, rubbing Carrie's breasts with a soapy

washcloth. Carrie's head was thrown back and she was moaning softly.

"You keep pushing me, Jeanne," I said. Both women turned their heads

quickly to look at me, then lowered their eyes. "I let you off the hook

yesterday; but if you test me again, I'm going to whip you until you

can't walk. Now hurry up and finish. For God's sake, you haven't even

washed her hair yet. You have 5 minutes to get her out of the tub." I

turned and walked out of the bathroom. Spotting the bottle of Scotch

from last night, I put it out of sight, then dropped into my favorite

chair to wait for them.

In a few more than 5 minutes, Char led Carrie out of the bathroom by her

labia. She sat Carrie in the low backed chair, the one Carrie had spent

so much time leaning over, and began blow drying and brushing her hair.

I noticed that Carrie's legs were very close to touching, so I got up

and walked over to her. Nudging her thigh with my crop, I said, "Spread

your legs, you were told they should never be closed." Carrie

immediately spread her legs, and I gave her a sharp but mild blow on her

inner thigh with the crop. I returned to my chair. When I was seated, I

looked at Carrie. Her eyes were lowered, and her lower lip quivered as

she struggled to avoid crying. During the episode, Char had continued

working on Carrie's hair. I think she had accepted that Carrie was

getting the treatment she wanted, so it didn't bother her as much as it

had earlier.

Finally, Char was finished. Only the hair was Carrie's, I had insisted

that her glorious auburn mane always be as well prepared as possible.

Other than that, she looked slutty. Too much makeup and too much

perfume, neither of which Carrie would be caught dead wearing. After

dressing her, Char led her to the mirror. Carrie stared at herself

silently, without expression, until Char turned her to face me.

"Suitably slutty," I said. "Uncover her breasts, melons as fine as those

shouldn't be hidden." Char fastened the bottom button of Carrie's blouse

behind her back, then pulled the blouse aside to expose her breasts.

"Turn her around, show me her ass," I said. Char turned Carrie so that

she faced away from me, then lifted the back of Carrie's miniskirt. I

said, "Nice marking, if I do say so myself. Tuck it in, I want the

gentlemen in the library to appreciate my work." Char tucked the hem of

Carrie's skirt into her waistband. I spent a moment admiring the way the

skirt framed Carrie's beautiful cheeks.

"Ok, get to the library," I told them. "You're both on duty until lunch,

then you have the afternoon free." Char slipped Carrie's blindfold over

her eyes, then led her out of the bedroom by her labia. I went to take a

shower.

After my shower, I dressed in clothes that Carrie had never seen me in

before, trying to reinforce the premise that she was seeing someone for

the first time. I grabbed the butt plug and a tube of lubricating jelly,

and went to the living room.

Carrie and Char were on their knees side by side, forming a line between

the left arm of the couch and the left side of the fireplace. From the

flushed look on Carrie's face, and the sly grin on Char's, I knew that

Char had been taking liberties with Carrie while they waited.

"Good morning, Jeanne," I said, "is this the one who needs her rear

opened up?"

"Good morning, Sir. Yes, Sir, her name is O," Char said.

I sat down at the end of the couch. "Come here, O, let me look at you,"

I said. Char nudged Carrie with her elbow, and she stood and walked the

few steps to the couch. She stopped in front of me, and stood still. Her

eyes were downcast and she was trembling. I said, "I'm not going to plug

your pussy, O, I need to look at your ass." She quickly turned around to

show me her rear. "Bend over and spread your cheeks," I said. After a

moment's hesitation, she bent at the hips until her back was perfectly

horizontal, then she reached back and pulled the cheeks of her ass as

far apart as possible. "Is your bottom sore, O?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir, it is," she said quietly.

"Well then. we'll have to be gentle, won't we Jeanne?"

"Yes, Sir," Char answered.

"Jeanne, please position her for me," I said. Char hopped to her feet.

She straightened Carrie, then led her around the end of the couch, where

she bent Carrie over the arm of the couch until her face was pressed

into my crotch. Carrie automatically crossed her wrists behind her back,

causing me to grin. It was a minor flaw in her performance, O would have

never crossed her wrists like that without being told.

"Excellent idea, Jeanne," I said. I put my hand on one of Carrie's

breasts and pushed her up until her face was a foot above my lap. Then I

opened my pants and pulled out my cock. "Now, Dear," I said, as I pushed

Carrie's head back down, "you'll have something to hold on to while I

fit you with your dildo." She opened her mouth and took my cock into it,

then began sucking and tongueing me.

I put a generous coating of the lubricating jelly on Carrie's butt plug.

Handing it to Char, I said, "Get this started for me, Jeanne," then I'll

take over." Char took the plug and pushed the tip firmly against

Carrie's sphincter. I said, "You must open for me, Dear, it will make it

easier for you." I had momentarily forgotten about Carrie's abilities,

and the deep significance the words 'open for me' had for her. The plug

slipped into Carrie's ass as if it was pulled in by a vacuum. Char

looked startled, but I grinned at her to let her know all was well.

I sent Char to get some tissues for cleaning Carrie's ass, having

overlooked that detail myself. Carrie was busy with my blowjob, and I

was caressing her ass and wiggling her plug, all the time telling her

what a good girl she was and how pleased I was with her performance.

When Char returned with the tissues, I had her clean the excess

lubricant from around Carrie's asshole. Then I gently pulled Carrie off

of my cock, telling her she could finish later.

Char and Carrie returned to their waiting positions, kneeling. I got off

the couch and left for a few minutes, until it was time for me to return

as a different Master.

Ten minutes later I returned to the living room, wearing yet another

outfit. "Good morning, Jeanne. Good morning O," I said. Both replied

courteously. "You're looking well, O, considering the condition you were

in last night," I said. As I spoke, I walked to the wall where I had

chained Carrie to whip her last night. I turned back to look at her, and

saw fear on her face.

"Bring me the flog, Jeanne," I said. Char stood up and went to fetch the

flogger. She held it out to me in the palm of her hand, her eyes

lowered. I took it from her and thanked her, and she immediately resumed

her kneeling position beside Carrie. Carrie was shaking visibly now.

"I lay awake most of the night, O, thinking about how you looked while

you were in extreme pain. I especially enjoyed watching while your

breasts were flogged. Do you realize that you have the perfect breasts

for flogging?"

Carrie couldn't stand the pressure, she looked up at me. "Please, Sir,

I'm still sore from last night. Please don't flog my breasts again so

soon."

I said, "Ah, now you've made it easier for me, O. You just broke a rule.

You're not allowed to look at my face. Now you have to be punished."

Carrie whimpered as she bowed her head.

I walked up to Carrie and caressed her breasts with the flogger,

eliciting more trembling. I said, "Normally, I would summon a valet, and

relax on the couch while he administered your punishment. But today I

feel like a little exercise, so I'll see to you myself." She began

shaking violently.

"O, please stand up, then go over and sit on the couch," I said. Carrie

slowly got to her feet and moved to the couch. I showed her where I

wanted her, and she sat down, her open palms upturned on the couch

beside her. I stood for a moment and watched her breasts trembling as

she breathed.

I sat on the couch beside Carrie and took one of her hands in mine. "How

do you feel about gags, O?" I asked her.

"I don't know what you mean, Sir," she said, her eyes fixed steadily on

her breasts. Her breathing was shallow and rapid.

"Do you enjoy wearing gags in your mouth, O? Specifically, do you enjoy

wearing gags that fill your mouth, and prevent all but the loudest

screams from escaping?"

She took a deep breath, and said, "No, Sir, I don't like gags."

"Good, I don't either," I said. "A woman's mouth is so expressive when

she's in severe pain, and a gag prevents those expressions from being

appreciated. So I prefer not to use a gag. But that creates a problem

for us, O. Do you know what the problem is?"

Hesitantly, she said, "You ... don't want me to make any noise, Sir."

"Excellent, O!" I said, squeezing her hand. "If you make a lot of noise

while I flog your breasts, people will come from all over the Chateau to

see what is happening here in the library. And when they see how lovely

you look while your breasts are being flogged, they will want to

participate. And then, instead of just one Master flogging your breasts,

you'll have perhaps a dozen, waiting in line to get their turns. That

wouldn't be very good for you, would it, O?"

Tears were running down her cheeks. She sobbed, then said, "No, Sir."

"So, O," I said, "do you think you can remain silent while I'm flogging

your breasts? Of course, I still want to see the expression of your pain

on those beautiful, sensuous lips."

Very faintly, she said, "I'll try my best, Sir."

I clipped her wrists together, then turned to Char. "Jeanne, please come

around behind O, and hold her hands firmly behind the couch. I want to

make sure O doesn't try to do anything she'll regret, like cover her

breasts to protect them." I raised Carrie's hands above her head, then

Char took control of them from me and pulled them down the back of the

couch until Carrie's elbows were just behind her ears.

Turning back to Carrie, I said, "That takes care of your hands and arms,

O, but I'm worried about your legs. I could tie your feet to the couch,

but I don't want to waste time doing that. Will you give me your word

that you'll sit still while I'm punishing you? In return, I will agree

to only give you half the punishment you've earned."

Carrie was crying so hard she could barely speak. "Yes, Sir, I'll be

still," she blubbered. I looked over Carrie's shoulder at Char. She was

glaring at me, obviously unhappy with my psychological torture. I had no

choice but to rely on her to cooperate, so I went ahead.

"Everything's settled, then, O. You're being very cooperative, and I

appreciate it. Now, are you ready to begin?"

After a pause, Carrie nodded her head. "That won't do, O," I said,

"you'll have to ask for the punishment you've earned."

In a faint, trembling voice, Carrie said, "Sir, please flog my breasts

as punishment for looking at your face."

I said, "I'll be happy to, O. Thank you for asking," and then I struck

her once on each breast. She gasped at the pain, and threw her head back

until it was against her forearms. Her mouth was wide open, as if she

was screaming, but no sound came out. After a short pause, I again

struck both breasts in quick succession.

After 10 strikes to each breast with the flogger, Carrie still had not

made a sound. Tears were running down her face onto her breast, then

into her lap. Her face was contorted in pain. Char had knelt on the

floor, and was resting her forehead on Carrie's wrists, trying to

provide Carrie whatever emotional support she could.

After a few more pairs of strikes, Carrie made a sound, not very loud,

that sounded something like "Ahhhh."

"You're making noise, O," I said. "Are you going to stop cooperating

with me?" She couldn't answer, so I hit each breast again, harder than

before. She kept her silence that time, but I repeated the question

again anyway.

Between sobs, she said, "I'm trying my best, Sir. I want to cooperate,

Sir, but it hurts so much."

"Would you like me to pause for a few minutes, O?" I asked her.

"Y-y-yes, Sir," she said.

"I'll give you 2 minutes, O. But in return I will add 10 strokes to your

punishment for each breast. Will you agree to that trade?" She almost

looked up at me, but she caught herself.

"How many strokes do I have remaining now, Sir?" she asked weakly.

"Ah, that's a secret, O," I said. "It could be 2, or it could be 20, or

maybe even more than 20. Do you want the 2 minute pause?"

She didn't answer, so I gave her 2 more very hard strikes. As soon as

she was able, she blubbered, "No, sir. Thank you, Sir, but I don't want

the 2 minute pause."

"That was a wise choice, O," I said, "because you had two blows left

when you asked, and now you've received them. That means we're finished

with your punishment ... for today."

Again she almost looked up at me, but she caught herself. I said, "I

know you have a question, O, so why don't you ask it?"

After a few seconds, she said "For today, Sir? I don't understand, Sir."

"Ah, well, you asked me to punish you for looking at my face, and I

granted your request. But you haven't yet asked me to punish you for

speaking to me without permission. Tomorrow you will request your

remaining punishment, and I will again grant it." I paused, then added,

"Since you were so cooperative today, we won't need Jeanne to hold your

hands tomorrow, you'll voluntarily hold your arms in the air during your

punishment. Of course, the punishment for speaking without permission is

more severe than the punishment for looking at my face. And if you lower

your hands at any time, we'll have to begin again from the start."

Carrie sobbed.

I told Char to release Carrie's hands, then I unclipped her wrists. "You

may both resume your waiting positions now," I said. "It's been a

pleasure chatting with you, O, I look forward to tomorrow."

Carrie was silent except for her quiet sobbing, until Char nudged her

shoulder. "Thank you, Sir," she said in a whisper, "It was my pleasure,

Sir." I watched Carrie as she and Char returned to their positions, and

as they were kneeling on the floor, I rose from the couch and left.