Wearing another new outfit, I came into the living room, sipping from a

Scotch on the rocks. I flopped on the couch and silently regarded the

women for a few minutes. Char looked at me with anger in her eyes, then

looked away. Carrie was still crying softly, until Char nudged her with

her elbow. Carrie tried to pull herself together, and after a few

sniffles she was quiet.

I decided to take Char for a talk. I stood up and said, "Come with me,

Jeanne." I pointed at Carrie, and said, "You, stay put." Char rose to

her feet and followed me to the master bedroom. I closed the door, then

turned and put the glass of Scotch to her lips. "Take a big drink,

you've earned it," I said.

Char took the glass from my hand and upended it. "Or, you can have it

all, that works too," I said.

She handed me back the glass of ice. "You're a son of a bitch," she

said, "my half brother has nothing on you. You should go back to your

old job, you have a talent for cruelty."

"Don't sugar coat it, Char, tell me what you really think," I said. We

stared each other down for a long time, then I said, "Look, I don't give

a shit what you think, your opinion of me is probably 10 points higher

than my own right now. Your part in this is almost over, except you get

an hour in bed with her after lunch. All I need to know is whether or

not you'll keep up your end. If you don't want to, tell me now and let

me make other plans."

"How much more are you going to torture her?" Char said.

"There'll be more downstairs, but you won't be in those scenes," I said.

"I told you I would be Carrie's witness," she said, still angry. "I need

to see everything you do to her, no matter how hard it is to watch."

She was starting to piss me off, I didn't want or need her attitude.

"I'm giving you a lot of leeway, SLAVE," I said, "because I know you're

trying to protect Carrie. But you don't know her like I do, so you

either need to trust me and do what I say, or else drop out of the game.

Choose right now."

Char continued staring me down for a few moments. Then she relaxed

slightly and lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry, William, please forgive me.

Of course I'll see it through."

I stepped close to her, then wrapped the fingers of my right hand around

her throat. I squeezed hard enough to get her attention, but not hard

enough to hurt her. "The next time you say you love me," I told her,

"remember what you did here. When I was hurting and needed you, you gave

me attitude." I released her, then held out the glass. "Fill this up for

me. If I can't get support from you, I'll have to use the Scotch."

Char took the glass from me and ran to the table where I had left the

bottle. She filled the glass half full and brought it back to me. With

her eyes lowered, she handed me the glass. "I'm sorry William," she

said, "I was out of line. It's just so hard to watch. I keep flashing

back to some of the mind games Arthur played with me, and it's hard."

I pulled her into my arms and hugged her. "It's hard for me, too, Char.

The end is in sight, and we need to support one another until it's over.

Then you and Carrie will talk, and you can decide how loathsome I am."

Char hugged me tight for a few seconds, then pushed away from me.

"You're not loathsome," she said. "Carrie's waiting." I nodded, and she

headed for the bedroom door.

I caught her by her forearm and swung her back. "Go to the bathroom and

rinse out your mouth first," I said. She grinned and nodded, then went

to the bathroom. She returned in a few seconds and stopped in front of

me. "Go ahead," I said, holding up the glass. "I'll be along as soon as

I drink a little more courage." Char put her hand on my arm and

squeezed, then went back to the living room.

A few minutes later, I went back to the living room to restart the

scene. I sprawled on the couch and looked at the two slaves for several

minutes, occasionally taking a sip from my glass. "What's the new girl's

name, Jeanne?" I asked.

"Her name is O, Sir," Char answered.

"O, please move the foot stool over in front of the fireplace," I said.

Carrie got up and went to the footstool, then moved it a few feet to

where I pointed.

"Please lie down on the stool, on your back," I said. Carrie sat on the

edge of the stool, then leaned back until she was lying down. The stool

wasn't very long, and her head hung over the end. I stood and walked

around until I was standing between the stool and the fireplace, looking

down at Carrie. I knelt and began lightly caressing her stomach and

belly with my fingers. She jumped at first contact, then relaxed.

"You've been flogged recently, are your breasts sore, O?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir, they're very tender," she said.

"I don't wish to hurt you, O, but I would like to stimulate your

nipples, to see how responsive you are. I want you to tell me if I'm

hurting you, and I'll stop. Is that all right?"

"Yes, Sir, I'm yours," she said. That was Carrie speaking, not O.

I put the tip of my index finger on one of her nipples and lightly

rubbed it. After a minute I heard her sigh, and I moved my finger to the

other nipple. "Am I hurting you, O?" I asked her.

"No, Sir," she said, "it feels wonderful. Thank you for this pleasure,

Sir."

I said, "I need both of my hands free, O, so I'm going to set my glass

on your belly. It will be cold, so get ready. I don't want you to jump

and spill my drink." After a few seconds, I touched the bottom of the

glass to her belly, just below her navel. She jumped when the cold glass

first touched her skin, but then she held the glass still when I

released it.

Returning my attention to Carrie, I began stimulating both of her

nipples. After a minute, I stopped rubbing them and grasped each one

between thumb and forefinger. As I squeezed them gently and rolled them

back and forth, I said, "Which is the greater sensation, O? Are you

feeling more pleasure, or more pain?"

"More pleasure, Sir. Much more pleasure," she said.

I continued to stimulate Carrie's nipples, but I turned to look at Char.

"Jeanne, I'm sorry I've been ignoring you. Would you please come over

and kneel in front of O's face?" Char grinned as she stood up and walked

past me to the end of the stool. She knelt and smiled down at Carrie.

"O, can you see Jeanne's pussy?" I asked Carrie.

"Yes, sir, it's right in front of my face," Carrie said.

"I want you to put your mouth on it and give Jeanne pleasure, O," I said.

Carrie said, "Yes, Sir, but I've never done that before. I don't know

what to do, Sir."

To Carrie I said, "That's all right, O. Jeanne will tell you what she

wants you to do. Just do exactly what she tells you." Then to Char I

said, "Tell her what you want, Jeanne. I want her to make you cum, but

slowly. No quickies."

"Yes, Sir," Char said with a big smile, then she began giving Carrie

detailed instructions.

I released Carrie's nipples, resulting in a muffled groan. Picking up my

drink from Carrie's belly, I fished around in the glass and found the

largest piece of ice. It was a little larger than a quarter. I told Char

to lean back for a moment, then told Carrie to raise her head. Putting

the ice in Carrie's mouth, I said, "O, I want you to push the ice into

Jeanne's pussy, then eat her until the ice is completely melted." Carrie

chuckled as she lowered her head back down. Char moved back into

position, then shrieked softly.

I stood and moved to the opposite end of the stool. Kneeling between

Carrie's legs, I licked and nibbled her labia for a minute. After

raising my head and taking a sip of Scotch, I put several small pieces

of ice in my mouth. I looked up at Char, and she was grinning ear to

ear. This was the kind of torture she could get behind.

Bending down, I injected the ice into Carrie's pussy as I kissed it. I

heard a muffled shriek from Carrie, then a giggle from Char.

I moved my attentions from Carrie's labia to her vagina. I stuck my

tongue as far into her as I could, pushing the ice deeper and deeper.

Finding her G-spot, I pressed and rubbed over it for a few seconds. Then

I withdrew from the depths and began gently teasing her clit. She was

moving rapidly toward an orgasm, but I wasn't ready for her to cum yet.

I pulled my mouth away from her. She stayed in character, merely

whimpering instead of protesting to me.

Carrie's arms were resting in an odd position, hanging beside the stool.

I said, "O, please move both of your arms up and wrap them around

Jeanne." She obeyed me, clasping Char around her waist. "Move your hands

down to Jeanne's ass, and gently pull her cheeks apart," I said. Char

was looking at me warily, but I ignored her. I took one of the vibrator

dildoes from the table and slipped it in and out of Carrie's pussy for

lubrication.

I stood and walked around behind Char. After patting her on the head, I

stooped over and slipped the dildo into her ass. "O," I said, "please

feel around until you find the dildo in Jeanne's ass." Carrie walked her

fingers over Char's ass until she found the dildo, then she gave it a

pat, causing Char to jump. I heard Carrie chuckle. "O, Don't let the

dildo slip out of Jeanne's ass," I said. "If you would like to tap it or

move it in and out from time to time, that will be fine also." I reached

down and switched the vibrator on to the Low position. Patting Char on

the head again, I returned to Carrie's pussy.

Kneeling in front of Carrie's pussy, I gave it a long, tender kiss. At

the same time, I tapped on Carrie's butt plug a few times to give her an

feeling for what she was doing to Char. Then I looked up at Char, who

was starting to show the effects of the dildo and Carrie's tongue.

"Jeanne, please take hold of O's nipples and gently stimulate them," I

told her. I saw a small tremble in Char's hands as she reached over and

took Carrie's nipples between her fingers and thumbs.

I grabbed the second dildo, turned it on to the Medium position, and

plunged it deeply into Carrie's slit. I resumed tapping on her plug,

then bent down and found her clit with my tongue. Carrie had a very

strong orgasm, then a few seconds later Char also came.

While Carrie's orgasm was running its course, I gently and slowly pumped

the dildo in and our of her cunt. After her spasms had stopped, I

removed the dildo and attacked her pussy again with my lips and tongue.

She soon came a second time, but this time Char didn't. I looked up at

her until she met my gaze, and she seemed close. Just as an experiment,

I said, "Jeanne, cum for your Master." A few seconds later, she came,

then she smiled at me.

I helped Carrie come down gently, tenderly kissing and nibbling on her

labia. Then, giving her clit a final kiss, I got to my feet and walked

around to Char. I bent to kiss her lips, and she returned my kiss with

passion and tenderness. While cupping one of Char's breasts, I reached

down with my other hand and slowly pulled the dildo from her ass. After

helping Char to her feet, I took Carrie's hands and pulled her up from

the stool. She stood in front of me with her eyes lowered and a smile on

her face. As I was kissing and tonguing her nipples, Carrie came a third

time.

"You may both return to your waiting positions now," I told them. They

were standing side by side, ready to kneel, when I told them to stop.

Walking behind them, I removed their blouses, clipped Carrie's wrists

together behind her back, then did the same for Char. "Turn and face one

another," I told them, and they both turned. I said, "Now you may

kneel," and watched as they gracefully dropped to their knees. "O, move

toward Jeanne until your knees are touching," I said. Carrie shuffled

forward a small amount until each of her knees was pressed against

Char's. Their breasts were also in contact, and they were almost nose to

nose. As the final step, I told them to touch their lips together, and

each slave turned her head slightly and they kissed. As I walked away

from them toward the dining room, I said, "Feel free to do anything you

wish, as long as you remain on your knees, and you remain in contact

with each other at your knees, breasts, and lips."

The kitchen clock read 11:10, and I decided the girl's library duty was

finished. I prepared a light lunch, trying not to make any noise that

would carry into the living room. Once lunch was on the dining room

table, including wine for Char and me and ice water for Carrie, I dashed

to the bedroom and changed back into Pierre's leather outfit.

I was ready to bring the slaves to lunch, when I remembered a fantasy of

Carrie's that we had discussed several times. I quietly went out the

back door of the house, then walked about 30 feet to a small glade.

There were a few items of garden furniture located there, including

small benches. The benches were only large enough for one person to sit

on, and they consisted of iron feet and legs, which supported a small,

round marble slab for the seat. Fortunately, the glade had not seen any

direct morning sun, so the marble benches were quite cold to the touch.

It was all I could do to lift one of the benches and lug it into the

house.

Back in the dining room, I removed Carrie's chair from the table and

moved the marble bench to take its place. I tried to position the bench

so Carrie wouldn't brush it with her legs as I positioned her to sit. I

wanted the first contact, of her bare ass with the marble seat, to be a

surprise and a startling experience.

When I returned to the living room, Carrie and Char were positioned as I

had left them. I guess I had expected to see wet, passionate kissing in

progress, but they were just kneeling together with their lips in

contact, not really doing anything. Then it occurred to me that I had

left them in this position for nearly a half hour, perhaps I had missed

the action. "How romantic," I said, pretending there was something

happening anyway. "I hope it won't be necessary to hose you two down

before lunch."

I blindfolded Carrie, then helped her and Char to their feet. I told

Carrie that slaves must be naked during meals, then proceeded to remove

both of their skirts. As quietly as possible, I unclipped Char's wrists,

then I took hold of Carrie's labia and led her to the dining room, with

Char quietly following. At the dining room table, I silently pointed to

Char's chair, and she took her seat. I couldn't prevent myself from

grinning when I saw Char looking puzzled by the bench. I carefully

positioned Carrie, then told her to sit down. When she sat on the cold

marble, she shrieked and tried to stand up again. I was prepared for her

to do that, and I held her in a sitting position by pressing down on her

shoulders. "I thought you needed to cool down a little, don't stand up

again without my permission," I told her.

I let go of Carrie's shoulders, and she made no further attempt to rise

from the cold marble slab. I walked around to my chair and sat down,

while watching Carrie lean back enough that she could touch the marble

with her bound hands. As she felt around and identified what she was

sitting on, the corners of her mouth turned up in a slight smile. We

both knew this was outside the parameters of our drama. It was a shared

secret between Carrie and her Master, another fantasy I could help her

experience in real life.

I loaded a fork with food from Carrie's plate, then held it near her

mouth. She soon detected the aroma and opened her mouth, then I

carefully put the fork in her mouth and touched it to her tongue. She

closed her mouth, I slid the fork out between her lips, and she began

chewing her food. I looked over at Char and motioned for her to eat her

lunch, but she seemed more interested in watching Carrie than in eating.

If we weren't role playing, I would have commented that she seemed more

hungry for Carrie than for her lunch.

As I fed Carrie, and occasionally took a bite of food from my plate, I

felt myself begin to relax. Although the dungeon scene would be

difficult and long - I planned for her to be chained downstairs for

nearly 24 hours - the difficult choices were behind me. There were no

more decisions to make, except the choice of when to end the play and

return Carrie to real life. I felt psychologically and emotionally

drained, and I was more than ready to go on autopilot until the drama

had run its course.

I had remained silent during lunch, except to give Carrie eating

directions from time to time. As we neared the end of our meal, it was

time to advance the plot to the next scene, the last one before taking

Carrie to the 'dungeon.' "Both of you have the afternoon free, Jeanne,"

I said. "I want you to stay with O, in her room, and help her adjust to

her new life. I release both of you from the rule of silence while you

are alone together."

Char grinned at me. "Yes, Pierre, thank you," she said. I had set one

condition on Char before I would let her have this time with Carrie -

she had to stay in character. Char had promised me that she would stick

to the premise of the story, that O was inexperienced both in slavery

and in making love to another woman. I think Char was relishing the

chance to take control of Carrie, having earlier been under Carrie's

less-than-subtle control for a few days.

I stood and walked around my chair to Carrie. I took her arm and pulled

her to her feet, then unclipped her wrists. I said, "She's yours to use

as you wish for a few hours, Jeanne. You'll repay me for this favor

tonight, be ready for a rough evening."

"I won't disappoint you, Pierre, thank you," Char said, then she took

hold of Carrie's labia and led her toward the guest bedroom. When they

were out of hearing range, I began clearing the table.

At 1:00 I rolled off of the bed in the master bedroom and went to fetch

Carrie. Char had known from the outset that I would be interrupting them

in about an hour, but Carrie was led to believe she and Char would be

together all afternoon. I opened the door to the guest bedroom and

walked in. The two of them were lying on their sides, face to face,

kissing. Char had most of one hand in Carrie's pussy. I said, "On your

feet, lovely lady, you're needed elsewhere."

"Where are you taking her, Pierre?" Char said.

I said, "She has to spend some time in the dungeon. How long she stays

there is up to her lover, he hasn't decided yet. Take a good look at

her, Jeanne, if you see her again she won't be the same." I quickly

clipped Carrie's wrists together behind her back, then put on her

blindfold. I then removed the 12-foot chain from the wall over her bed.

After attaching one end of the chain to Carrie's collar, I coiled it up

in my hand and used it to lead her out of the bedroom and down the hall.

Looking back, I saw Char following us, and I motioned for her to go

back. Reluctantly, she returned to the bedroom.

I led Carrie through the master bedroom, then into the mural room. I

warned her of the stairs, then started down in front of her. We went

very slowly, as Carrie felt her way down each step. When we were about

half way down, I braced myself, then tugged on Carrie's chain, causing

her to stumble forward. She gasped as she began falling, and again as I

caught her by her waist. I immediately pushed her down on the stairs,

then made sure she was supporting herself with her feet and was gripping

a step with her manacled hands, before I eased my grip at her waist. I

took one of her breasts in my mouth, and grasped the other one with my

hand. When she sighed, I knew she recognized this episode from the book.

I felt her body relax as she opened her legs for me. After mauling her

breasts for awhile, I positioned myself so that I was supporting my

weight on my hands and tiptoes, leaning against her on the stairs. I

didn't want my weight to press her flesh into the edges of the steps.

When I had found a stable posture, I slipped my cock into her pussy and

began fucking her hard, while whispering lewd comments in her ear.

That was one of the most uncomfortable intercourse positions I can

remember. I tried to get it over with quickly, assuming it was even more

uncomfortable for Carrie than it was for me. Even so, she came twice

before I did. As I was resting my chin on her shoulder, waiting for my

cock to stop its spasms in her cunt and thinking ahead to what I would

soon be doing to her, I wanted very badly to tell her how much I loved

her. I think I would have, except she spoke first. Perhaps she knew how

close I was to breaking out of my character, I don't know. In any event,

she whispered, "Thank you, Pierre," and the moment passed.

After getting to my feet, I put an arm around Carrie's waist and helped

her to stand. Then we slowly descended the remaining steps to the

basement. Unlocking the door, I led Carrie into the training room and

then to the punishment area. I had turned out all of the lights in the

basement, except for dim illumination over the punishment stage and over

the toilet area, about 15 feet away. At one side of the punishment

stage, I had spread a blanket on the floor and scattered cushions and

pillows around for her to sit or lie on. I attached her chain to an

eye-bolt at the level of her waist, with about 5 feet of slack. That

would allow her to stand, sit, or lie down, but she would have to stay

on the blanket.

I unclipped Carrie's wrists, then removed her blindfold. As she looked

around, I said, "This will be your home until I tell you differently.

I'll bring you food and water later, make yourself comfortable." Then I

turned and walked to the door and up the stairs, leaving her alone.

When I emerged from the mural room, Char was standing in the center of

the bedroom, waiting to talk to me. "I don't want you in the basement

until this is over," I told her. She started to protest, but I held up a

finger to silence her. "Go read the section of the book where O is in

the dungeon, and you'll know why," I told her. "This is hard enough for

me, I don't need your attitude to make it harder." Once again she tried

to protest, but I told her to shut up and not speak about it again.

I told Char to go to the kitchen and prepare a platter of fruit and

bread, and a pitcher of water. I followed her to the kitchen and told

her I wanted to know everything that happened between Carrie and her

before I entered the guest bedroom. She took a deep breath, then began a

blow by blow account of everything they did and everything they said.

She had obviously enjoyed having Carrie under her control, and

apparently Carrie had been completely docile and obedient, doing

everything Char told her to do.

I asked Char what, if anything, Carrie had asked Char to explain to her.

Char said that Carrie was most interested in the relationship between

Jeanne and Pierre. Char was surprised by that line of questioning, and

had to think fast to come up with plausible answers. Apparently Carrie

was most interested in what Jeanne did to curry favor with Pierre. I

asked Char how she had responded. She said, "I just told her about some

of the disgusting things my brother used to make me do for him. After a

few of those stories, she didn't ask me anything else."

I was standing behind Char when she said that. I put my hands on her

shoulders and turned her to face me. She had a tear running down her

cheek, but when I turned her around he looked up at me and smiled. I

hugged her, and she said, "I was wrong to object to what you're doing,

William. She absolutely loves everything that you've done to her. She

couldn't stop talking about the creep who got off on whipping her

breasts, she came twice while she was telling me how he terrified and

humiliated her, and how painful it was. I don't understand how she's

wired, but I know now that you do understand, and you're giving her

exactly what she wants."

"I'm glad you feel better about it now, Char, but I still won't allow

you in the basement," I said. "I'll tell you again, read the short

section of the book where O is in the dungeon, and you'll understand."

Char said, "I trust your judgment, William, I'll stay out of the

basement, and I'll help you any way I can. I don't know how Carrie's

going to react when you bring her back to the real word, she might have

trouble with the transition." That thought had entered my mind. I was

hoping that I could ease her back without problems, but I was concerned

it would be rough for her for a few days.