After gathering the crop and flogger from the living room, I picked up

the tray Char had prepared, then started back for the basement. The tray

held, a pitcher of ice water and a glass, a small bread baguette,

grapes, apples, an orange, a banana, and a pear. At the bottom of the

stairs, I set the tray on the control console while I unlocked the door.

I walked through the door, kicked it closed behind me, then carried the

tray to the punishment area and set it down within Carrie's reach.

Carrie was lying on her side, and had watched me approach with the tray.

She seemed relieved to see that it contained only food and water.

Perhaps my grim expression gave away my intentions, she got to her knees

as I approached her. I clipped her wrists together in front, then had

her walk on her knees until she was pressed against the wall. I then

pulled her hands over her head while I clipped her collar to an eye-bolt

in the wall. When I let go of her hands, she lowered them until they

were between her face and the wall, and pressed her cheek to the back of

her hand.

The eye-bolt her collar was connected to was a little too low, so she

was bent at the waist. I had her spread her knees, to lower her torso

until she could flatten her breasts and belly against the wall. After

telling her to hold that position, I took the flogger out of my belt and

began flogging her back, ass, and the backs of her thighs.

It didn't take but a very few minutes for Carrie to get beyond the

crying and sobbing stages. Long before I had covered her backside

uniformly, she was screaming and begging me to stop. I kept at it until

she was a uniform pink from her shoulders to just above her knees. Then

I traded the crop for the flogger, and gave her two welts across her ass.

After covering Carrie's eyes with the blindfold, I unfastened her collar

from the eye-bolt, then unfastened her wrists and clipped them together

behind her back. Her screams had stopped, but she was sobbing and crying

so hard that it was difficult for her to catch her breath. She was so

distracted that she ignored my command to turn around, so I took her by

her shoulders, turned her away from the wall, and pushed her down on her

back on a cushion.

I knelt between Carrie's legs, grasped her calves and pulled her closer

to me, then shoved my cock into her sopping wet pussy, I fucked her hard

until I came, then pulled out of her. Rolling her off of the cushion

onto her stomach, I unclipped her wrists. Then I stood and walked toward

the basement door.

I was going to return to the bedroom and rest for an hour, but then I

decided to stay with her. Apart from the faint pools of light over

Carrie and over the toilet, the rest of the basement was very dark. I

opened the door to the stairway, then closed it again. Hoping she

wouldn't know that I hadn't left, I quietly walked down to the Master's

area and eased myself down on the couch. I could see her at the opposite

end, lying where I had left her. I could clearly hear her sobs and cries.

Over the next few minutes, Carrie's sobbing diminished, until finally

she was quiet except for an occasional sniffle. A little later I saw her

get to her knees and crawl toward the food tray. She poured herself a

glass of water, drank it slowly, then crawled back to her cushion and

lay down on her stomach. She didn't move again, but occasionally I heard

her crying softly.

After an hour, I carefully got up from the couch and crept back to the

stairwell door. I opened it and tried to make it look like I came

through the door. Carrie looked over at me, then watched silently as I

approached her. When I fastened her wrists in front and told her to

position herself against the wall, she began crying and begging me not

to hurt her again. Ignoring her pleas, I positioned her as I had before,

then began flogging her. This time she immediately began screaming and

begging me to stop. Her skin was still red and irritated from the

previous flogging, and the two crop marks were puffy and a brighter red.

Instead of going by the color of her skin, I flogged her for 10 minutes,

trying to uniformly cover her back, ass, and thighs. When I finished

with the flog, I again gave her two crop marks, one on each thigh this

time.

Because I had cum an hour before, it took me longer this time. Although

Carrie was still crying and sobbing, this time she was also enjoying the

fucking, and she came a few seconds after I did. Again I withdrew from

her, rolled her over and unclipped her wrists, then walked away. But

this time I actually went upstairs, I needed a drink.

When I got to the mural room, Char was sitting at the console, looking

at Carrie on the monitor. Since Carrie and I never used the monitor

system, I had forgotten it existed. Char looked up at me with sadness in

her eyes. "How can you keep doing this, it's making you miserable," she

said.

I looked at the monitor. "Worry about her, don't worry about me," I

said. Then I added, "Didn't I tell you to stay away?"

"You told me to stay out of the basement," she said. "This isn't the

basement. You said I could be Carrie's witness, and I need to do that

job. Please don't stop me."

"Whatever," I said, too weary to even talk about it. I went to get a

glass of Scotch.

Char followed me into the bedroom. "Let me get you a glass of wine," she

said. "The bottle you opened at lunch isn't half empty. You're better

off with a glass of wine than that awful Scotch."

I was slumped in a chair when she brought the wine. After I took the

glass from her, she disappeared into the bathroom. She came out a minute

later with a warm damp washcloth and proceeded to clean my cock. "How

long can you keep this up?" she asked. "You're good, but can you fuck

her every hour for 24 hours?"

I took a sip of wine, then said, "I don't have to. An hour from now,

she'll expect another whipping and fucking, but I'll give her an enema

and a toilet break instead. then I'll leave her alone for two hours

instead of one. Her next whipping and fucking will be 3 hours from now."

Char knelt between my legs. "What can I do for my Master?" she asked.

"Let me undress you, lie down on your stomach, and I'll give you a

massage." I nodded and handed her the wine, and she finished it for me.

Then she stood, pulled me out of the chair, and began undressing me.

A few minutes later, Char was straddling my waist, kneading my

shoulders. "That feels great, who taught you to do that?" I asked.

She didn't answer for a long time, then she said, "My brother would flog

me for awhile, then he'd say he was getting muscle cramps. He'd make me

give him a massage, then he'd resume the flogging. He didn't flog me

often, he preferred the whip. But when he did flog me, it would last for

hours."

I curled my right arm around my head and touched Char's left hand on my

shoulder. She took my hand in hers and squeezed. I told her I was sorry

I had made her remember that. She snorted. "You didn't make me remember

it, William," she said, "I can never forget it."

"I see now that it was wrong of us to involve you in this 'Story of O'

thing," I said. "We're just playing at torture and S/M, but we should

have been more sensitive and understanding of your feelings. We

shouldn't have made you a part of it. Hell, we shouldn't have even done

it while you were here. I'm sorry."

Char said, "I'll never forget the things that were done to me, William.

But being here, and watching you and Carrie and your scenes, isn't

harming me. I'm just worried about Carrie, I wouldn't describe what

you're doing as playing with her. Just because she wants everything

you're doing to her, that doesn't mean it won't harm her."

She never gave up. "I'm not going to discuss it with you any more,

Char," I said. "Thank you for the massage, you can let me up now."

She lay down on my back and kissed me on the neck. "I do love you, and I

love Carrie," she said. "Please forgive me for meddling." Then she

straightened up and climbed off of me.

Rolling over on my back, I held up my arms and pulled Char down on top

of me. She lay her head on my shoulder and put the palm of her hand on

my chest. "I won't punish you to obtain your obedience, Char," I said.

"If you're not willing to obey me of your own choice, then I don't want

you calling me Master, or Sir, or William, and I don't want you saying

you're my slave or telling me you love me. From this moment on, you're

either my slave or you're not. I've asked you several times to stop

bugging me about what Carrie and I are doing. If you mention it again,

I'm finished with you. Do you understand?"

Still resting her head on my shoulder, Char softly said, "Yes, Master."

I said, "When Carrie's recovered from this, she'll need daily spankings

and occasional flogging. Carrie and I both want you to take over that

duty from me, so that's what you'll do. Tell me how you feel about it."

"I had hoped to talk you out of that, William, I don't want to do it,"

she said quietly.

"What better way is there to make sure she isn't harmed, Char?" I said.

"You'll be in charge of giving her the amount of pain she wants and

needs, while seeing that she's not damaged."

"You've forbidden me to talk about it, William, so I can't argue with

you," she said softly. "I don't have any choice, I either obey you, or

you'll isolate me from the two of you."

"I'm glad you understand your situation. Get me another glass of wine,"

I said. Char climbed off the bed, grabbed the glass from the table, and

hurried out of the bedroom. When she returned, I was sitting in my

favorite chair once more. She knelt between my feet and offered me the

glass of wine. "So you can obey, if you feel like it," I observed.

Still holding out the glass for me, she bowed her head and said, "Yes,

Sir. I'm very sorry, William, I won't disobey you again." As I took a

sip of wine, Char said, "Please, William, if all you're going to do the

next time is give Carrie an enema and let her use the toilet, I can do

it for you. You can stay here and rest."

"No, Char, but thank you," I said. "She needs to see me coming back to

flog her again, only to find out she'll be spared this time. It has to

be me." I knew Char was thinking this was simply more psychological

torture, and of course she was right. But this time she knew better than

to speak of it.

As soon as I entered the basement, I heard Carrie start whimpering. As I

approached her, she got to her knees and began pleading with me, begging

me not to hurt her any more, or to give her a little more time before

flogging her again. When I climbed on the stage, she gave up. She fell

silent, walked to the wall on her knees and held up her hands for me to

clip her wrists together.

I took hold of both of Carrie's wrists, but I pulled them down and

behind her back before clipping them together. Reaching under her chin,

I unfastened the chain from her collar, then pulled her to her feet.

Taking hold of her arm, I helped her off of the punishment stage and

walked her to the toilet area.

I pointed to the dot on the floor and told Carrie to kneel and put her

forehead on the dot, and not to move without permission. She dropped to

her knees and put her head on the dot. The manacles prevented her from

crossing her wrist, but otherwise she was perfectly Posed for an enema.

Once I had adjusted the water temperature and filled the enema bag, I

removed the butt plug from her ass and pushed in the enema fill tube.

While the enema solution was running into Carrie's ass, I examined the

welts I had made on her rear over the last 2 days. There was no broken

skin, which was good, she would heal without scars. Looking carefully, I

could see to varying degrees the traces of every blow I had given her

with the crop, starting from last night when she was chained in the

living room. I wondered if Char was right, that I might be harming her.

I would have given anything to hear Carrie use her safe word, and put an

end to all our pain, but I knew that wouldn't happen.

When the enema bag was empty, I left her on her knees while I cleaned

the enema nozzle and her butt plug. Then I pulled her to her feet and

helped her suspend herself over the toilet. After she had emptied her

bowels and bladder, I helped her off of the toilet and took her to the

shower area.

I had positioned Carrie over the floor drain in the shower, covered her

hair with a plastic shower cap, and was about to unfasten her wrists so

I could refasten them to the shower attach points. She glanced up and

briefly met my gaze, then quickly averted her eyes. "Jeanne told me some

of the things you make her do," she said in a whisper.

"And what do you want me to make you do, little girl?" I asked.

Carrie dropped to her knees and lowered her head. "Use me as your

toilet," she said softly. "Please piss in my mouth, Pierre."

I looked down at her for a long time. She didn't move and didn't say

anything more. "One time, then never again," I said, slipping out of

character. She nodded her head just enough for me to see. She then

brought her body to an erect posture, shoulders back and breasts pushed

forward. She leaned back a little, tilted her head up, closed her eyes,

and opened her mouth wide. I took a moment to examine the crop marks on

her chest, stomach, and thighs, making sure that none of the welts had

broken skin. She was unlikely to get a skin infection.

Taking my dick in my hand, I let loose a stream of urine at her breasts,

then directed it up onto her face, and finally straight into her mouth.

She swallowed several mouthfuls, then kept her mouth wide open and let

the urine run back out of her mouth and down her body.

I pissed into Carrie's mouth until my stream began to weaken, then I

began spraying it all over her torso and legs. She leaned back farther,

and I tried to piss directly onto her pussy, but by then I was nearly

out of pressure. I stepped closer to her and said, "It's good to the

last drop, clean me off." She leaned forward, took my cock into her

mouth, and swallowed my remaining piss. Then she lovingly cleaned me, as

she had done so many times following sex. As she released me, she kissed

the tip of my cock, then bowed her head and waited.

I told her to stand up, then released her wrists and clipped them to the

shower attach points. I turned on the cold water and wet her down

thoroughly with the handheld shower head. Once she was wet, gasping and

shivering, I turned off the water and soaped her all over, then turned

on the water again and thoroughly rinsed her. I left her standing in the

shower while I walked up to the Master's area. Returning with a towel, I

patted her dry, then removed her shower cap. After refastening her

wrists behind her back, I had her bend over so I could reinsert her butt

plug, then took her back to the punishment area.

As I was reconnecting Carrie to her chain, I looked over at her food

tray. She had eaten some bread, an apple, and a few grapes. Her water

pitcher was nearly empty, so I took it to the Master's area and refilled

it with chilled water. Finally, I unfastened her wrists, and then walked

away from her toward the exit door. As I walked away, she must have

realized she wasn't going to be flogged or fucked this time. She

whispered, "Please don't leave. Stay with me." If I had turned to look

at her, I would have lost it, so I kept walking to the door, then went

up the stairs.

Char was again sitting at the console in the mural room. I looked at the

monitor and saw that Carrie had curled up into a ball on her cushion.

She was probably trying to warm herself after the cold shower. Char

looked at me, but didn't say anything. I don't know why I felt I should

explain anything to her, but I did. "She's asked me to do that to her

several times, now she knows what it's like. Hopefully she'll never want

me to do it again."

She gave me a wry smile. "Don't count on it," she said. Then she stood

and faced me. Eyes lowered, she said, "I'll do it. If I'm going to have

to spank her and flog her, I might as well volunteer to piss on her,

too."

"Call me old fashioned," I said, "but I don't like the people I love

getting pissed on. If Carrie ever asks you to do that, you'll tell me

immediately."

"Yes, Sir." Char whispered.

I checked the clock in the bedroom, and was surprised that it was after

5:00. I had Char undress me, then I took hold of her labia and led her

to the kitchen. "That's one thing no one ever did to me until I got

here," she said. "It makes me feel owned."

Char had been bugging me since last night. But every time she challenged

what I was doing to Carrie, she had backed down and become submissive

when I refused to give in to her. I knew she wanted to protect Carrie,

but I had wondered if there was more to it than that, so I decided to

find out.

"You are owned," I said, "and it's time you realized it." She didn't

respond, so I stopped and turned to her, still holding her labia. She

met my gaze, then lowered her eyes. "It's time you realized that I own

you," I repeated.

"Yes, Sir," Char said softly. "It's time I realized that you own me,

William."

I knew I had her now, I wanted to see how far she was willing to go.

"Ask me for the crop," I said. "You want to feel the crop, don't you?

You want to feel what Carrie's been feeling. Ask me to mark your breasts

with the crop." I released her labia and stood waiting for her answer.

Char dropped to her knees and lowered her head. She stayed still for a

long moment, then she looked up at me and said, "Please mark my breasts

with the crop, William, the same crop you used on Carrie."

"The crop is in the bedroom, on the table, Char," I told her. "Go get

it, and bring it to me in the kitchen." I turned away from her and

headed for the kitchen. Behind me, I heard Char get up and walk down the

hall toward the bedroom.

I was pouring a glass of wine when she came into the kitchen. I glanced

around at her, and saw that she had the crop in her right hand. "On your

knees," I said. She immediately knelt. I turned and looked at her a I

took a sip of wine.

"Is that how you were taught to present when your breasts are to be

whipped?" I asked. She immediately spread her knees apart and came to

attention, her shoulders back and her breasts thrust out. Her eyes were

downcast, and her lower lip was trembling. Her breasts also trembled, as

they rose and fell with her shallow breathing. "That's better," I said,

"but the crop needs to be held in your mouth, and your wrists need to be

crossed behind your back. She immediately transferred the crop from her

hand to her mouth, then put her arms behind her back. "Now stay like

that until I'm ready to mark you," I said, then turned my back on her

and began preparing dinner.

I ignored Char completely while I made dinner. When dinner was on the

dining room table, I returned to the kitchen and stood in front of her.

I held my hand out, and she stretched her head toward it, offering me

the crop. I took the crop from her mouth, then stood looking down at

her. She was still in the correct posture, her head held erect and her

eyes downcast.

"Do you still want me to mark your breasts?" I asked her. She held

perfectly still for a moment, not even breathing. Then she slowly nodded

her head. I struck her hard across the upper part of her left breast,

just above the top of her areola, about an inch above the nipple. Her

body jerked, but she didn't make a sound and she didn't break her Pose.

Shifting my position slightly, I struck the right breast. Again she

remained still and silent, but I could see tears pooling in the corners

of her eye.

I stood and watched her for awhile, then said, "You can thank me now."

Char raised her eyes and looked at me. "Thank you, William," she said.

"Come to dinner," I said, then turned and walked to the dining room.

I was already seated when Char came into the room. Her eyes went to the

crop laying on the table beside her plate, then she moved toward her

chair.

"Not there," I said, "come over here by me." She walked up to me and

stood beside my chair, waiting. I looked up at her, and said, "Carrie

enjoys sitting in my lap while we eat, I thought you'd like to try it."

"Yes, William," she said, a slight smile showing at the corners of her

mouth. She turned to sit in my lap.

"We don't do it exactly like that, Char," I said. I took her arms and

urged her to squeeze between my knees and the table, then told her to

bend over and get me hard with her mouth. It only took her a few seconds

to accomplish that, then I told her to straddle my leg and guide my cock

into her pussy. I held her waist as she climbed onto my lap, facing me.

When my cock was into her slit as far as it would go, I told her she had

to keep me hard with her vaginal muscles, but not let me cum. She smiled

and nodded.

When I felt the first squeeze from her pussy, I leaned forward and

kissed the fresh welts on her breasts. She put her hands to the side of

my head and kissed my forehead. "Are you really giving yourself to me?"

I asked her.

She looked down her pussy, filled with my cock, then said "Yes, William,

I want you to own me. I thought I was submitting to you because that was

what it took to be with you and Carrie. But now I know I really want to

be yours. I know Carrie will always be first in your eyes, please let me

be second."

"I'm not going to cut you any more slack, Char," I said. "If you're

mine, you'll obey my rules. You know I'm not a strict Master, but you

know I demand obedience. From now on you'll obey or be punished. And you

already know that your punishment will involve pain for Carrie, and vice

versa."

"Yes, Sir. I will obey you, William. I won't cause my sister pain

because of my disobedience," she said. After a pause, she added,

"Although she'd no doubt enjoy it."

"I control how much pain Carrie is allowed to receive," I said sternly.

"You will be administering it, most of the time, but I control it. Do

you understand?" She nodded.

We kissed, then I eased her back until she was leaning against the edge

of the table. I reached around her, picked up my plate, and held it

between us until Char got the idea and took it from me. I reached again

and got my fork, loaded it with a bite of food, and offered it to her.

She opened her mouth as I guided the fork in, then closed her lips as I

withdrew it. She smiled at me as she chewed. "Don't let me deflate," I

told her. I felt her muscles clench around me, and it was my turn to

smile.

We talked as we ate. The conversation kept coming back to Carrie, and

why not? She was the focus of my life, and if Char wanted to be mine,

Carrie and I would become the focus of her life. The other reason Carrie

was in our thoughts, it was hard for both of us to accept that she was

downstairs, alone, afraid, and in pain, while we were enjoying a good

meal and pleasant sexual stimulation.

We ate our fill, then I eased Char off of my lap and stood up. I pulled

her into my arms, hugged her, and gave her a long, tender kiss.

"Clean up the dinner mess, put everything in the dishwasher and start

it, then come to the bedroom," I said. As she turned to begin clearing

the table, she saw the crop. She picked it up and asked me if I wanted

to take it with me. I put it between her teeth, then traced the welts on

her breasts with my finger. "Hold it like this until you come to the

bedroom. Present again, and I'll mark you again. Then you'll be mine."

She lowered her eyes and hurried to gather up the dinner dishes. I

turned and went to the bedroom to wait for her.