Sitting in a chair facing the door, I watched Char from the time she

entered the bedroom until she was on her knees, presenting herself to

me. After a minute, I reached out and carefully took the crop from her

mouth. "Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir," she said. I struck her once on her belly, an inch above her

mound, and then across her thighs. She remained perfectly still and

silent for both blows, but again tears formed in her eyes. This time

they ran down both cheeks.

"I accept you as my slave, second to Carrie," I said.

"Thank you, Master," she said. "This slave will serve you in any way you

choose." After a moment's silence, she added, "If it pleases you, your

slave begs to have its ass marked as well."

"No, Char," I answered, "I'll never mark your backside, you've suffered

enough cruelty already."

"It's not cruelty coming from you, Master," she said. She raised her

eyes and looked at me. "You said you weren't going to cut me any slack,

William. Please don't make me feel like damaged goods, either."

"Turn around," I said. She shuffled around on her knees until her back

was to me, then raised her arms and clasped her fingers behind her head.

I looked at her scarred back, ass, and thighs, wishing again I could get

my hands on Arthur Collins. Then I struck her hard with the crop, across

her shoulders, her ass, and the back of her thighs. I threw the crop on

the floor beside her, saying, "That will do."

"Thank you, Master," she said quietly, her voice waivering.

I said, "I want you to cry, Char. I know this sounds stupid, but it's

good for you. You need to let the pain come out, there's no reason any

more to keep it locked inside you. I don't get any pleasure from seeing

you in pain."

She shuffled around on her knees to face me, then put her arms around my

waist and began crying softly. "That's my good girl, let it out," I

said. After a while, I helped her to her feet and took her to the bed.

We lay down and made spoons, with my arm over her and my face nestled

against the back of her neck. She cried quietly for maybe 15 minutes.

Then she took my hand, which was cupping her breast, and pulled it to

her lips.

"Thank you, William, for everything," she said.

"Are you feeling better?" I said. She nodded and kissed my hand again.

"Are you hurting?" I asked her. She shook her head. "Good," I said.

"Bring me a dildo, I want to fuck you."

Less than a minute later she was back on the bed. I lay beside her,

kissing her breast and working the dildo in her pussy. "Do you know why

I'm using the dildo instead of my cock?" I asked her.

She said, "You're saving yourself for Carrie." Then she grinned when she

realized what she had said.

I grinned along with her. Then I said, "That's an interesting way to say

it, but you're right. How do you feel about that?"

"I don't like it, but I know that's how things are," she said.

"You had me alone in bed last night, but now I need to be able to fuck

Carrie as many times as I can. Can you accept that I want to give you

pleasure, and it's up to me how I do it?"

"Yes, Sir," she said. Then she added, "Before the drama, the play,

whatever it is, started, I had no complaints that Carrie was getting

more of you than I was. That actually surprised me, that you would give

me equal attention with Carrie. In fact, both of you made me feel like

your equal in bed, it was wonderful. I hope things will get back to

normal after the play is over, but it's always up to you. I'll

gratefully accept and appreciate whatever attention you choose to give

me."

I kissed her, then said, "Thank you for being honest, Char. It's very

important that you be open with me. You'll never be sorry for telling me

what's on your mind, even if it's something I don't want to hear."

We stopped talking, and I concentrated on giving Char pleasure. Soon I

sensed that she was nearly ready, so I took my lips from her nipple and

whispered in her ear, "Char, cum for your Master. Cum for me now, Char."

Her eyelids fluttered, her body tensed, and she began an orgasm. I felt

her clutching and releasing the dildo, and a little fluid sprayed from

her pussy onto my hand.

As Char came down from her orgasm, I began moving the dildo more slowly,

then finally I gently pulled it out of her pussy, all the while kissing

her. "Thank you, Master, that was nice," she said.

I said, "Char, please call me 'William', unless you're under formal

speech rules, or unless you're feeling so submissive that 'William'

doesn't feel like the correct form of address. Those are the rules

Carrie obeys, too."

"Yes, William," she said. Then she asked, "When should I call you Bill?"

she asked. I looked at her, and she quickly said, "Carrie has referred

to you as Bill a few times. At least, I thought she was talking about

you."

I smiled. "Bill is Carrie's boyfriend. Bill shows up sometimes when

Carrie needs relief from being a slave. But lately, she's needed her

Master's control more and more, and Bill's freedom less and less, so he

might not be around for awhile."

Char turned her head to look at me. She said, "That time in the future

you talked about, when Carrie's not your slave any more. She'll be

Bill's wife and partner, right?"

I kissed her. "That's right," I said. I knew what she was thinking,

wondering what role she would have in that future. I had no answers for

her, not yet.

I looked over Char to the clock on the end table. It was nearly 7:00,

time for the next visit to the basement. Char saw me look at the clock.

"Time to go?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said. "I've used up all of my tricks, I can't think of

anything new to show her. All I can do now is wear her down, keep

whipping her, fucking her, and leaving her by herself, until she

safewords or until her 24 hours are up. I'm thinking seriously of

calling a halt to the whole thing."

I had crawled out of bed, and was beginning to get dressed in my leather

outfit. Char said, "Maybe I could give you some ideas, William."

"Such as?" I asked.

Char thought for a moment. Then she said, "When you finish with her this

time, fill her with an enema and replace the plug. Leave her like that

until the next hour, then don't let her expel it until you've flogged

her and fucked her."

"I like that," I said. "I'll do just that. Thank you, Char. Do you have

any more ideas?"

Char was full of ideas. She sat up on the bed as she started reeling

them off. "You could give her a hard spanking instead of the flogging.

You could leave her in nipple clips, or leave a vibrator in her pussy

and forbid her to cum. You could force her to drink a lot of water and

not give her a toilet break, so she has to piss on the punishment stage.

Tie her on her tiptoes between floggings. Make her eat out of your hand

after you flog her. Make her eat me out while you flog her."

"I thought you were against this, you said I was torturing her," I said.

"Changed your mind?"

She said, "No, William, I still feel the same. But I can't stop what

you're doing, and I know Carrie wouldn't want me to stop you even if I

could. None of the things I suggested are as bad as what you did to her

on the couch this morning. As long as you're going to keep her down

there, it's better to give her a variety of experiences rather than

'wear her down', as you put it. Trust me, the worst thing she's

experiencing, even worse than the crop, is the emptiness while she waits

for you to come back. Give her something to do, or to worry about, while

she's alone. Then give her some new experience every time, even if it's

something small and unimportant."

"Ok," I said, "that's what we'll do." I walked over to the bed, took

Char by the shoulders and pulled her to me. I gave her a long, hard

kiss, and thanked her, then headed to the mural room.

"Is is Ok if I watch on the monitor?" she asked. I turned back to her

and told her I wanted her to watch, and try think of more things we

could do to Carrie.

As soon as I entered the basement, Carrie sat up and looked at me. She

didn't say or do anything, waiting to see what I was going to do. When I

reached her confinement area, I silently pointed to the wall. Carrie

sighed, crawled to the wall, and raised her hands above her head. I

clipped her wrists together, then she spread her legs, to position her

collar at the correct height so I could attach it to the eye-bolt.

She kept silent during the first 5 minutes of her flogging. I attributed

that to the 3-hour respite she had been given. I kept flogging her, and

soon she was crying and sobbing, then she began begging me to stop or to

at least pause for a few seconds. I kept at it until she had received a

full 15 minutes, then I slipped her blindfold over her eyes. She seemed

relieved when she realized that she had avoided the crop this time. I

released her collar from the wall and unclipped her wrists. Still crying

and gasping, she turned and crawled toward the cushion on which I had

fucked her before.

As Carrie started to lie down on the cushion, I took hold of her

shoulder with my hand. "Stay on your hands and knees," I told her.

Kneeling behing her, I pulled the butt plug from her ass. Leaving her

kneeling on the cushion, I took the plug to the toilet area and washed

it in the basin. Returning to the punishment stage, I knelt behind

Carrie and took hold of her hips. Pulling her back, I pushed my cock

into her pussy to lubricate it, then moved to her ass and began fucking

her hard. She was still crying and occasionally sobbing, but I could

tell that her moans and sighs were now from pleasure more than pain.

After only a few minutes, Carrie was fully into getting her ass fucked.

She couldn't keep still, she started moving with me as if we were in bed

making love. I slapped her on the ass and said, "Passive, Bitch. If I

need your help I'll ask for it." She immediately stopped moving, and I

felt her body trembling.

I continued to fuck her for another 5 or 6 minutes, until I came in her

ass. She didn't cum, or if she did it was a small one. When I pulled out

of her, she remained perfectly still on her hands and knees. I wanted to

hug her and tell her I was sorry, but instead I took her by the arm and

pulled her to her feet, then unfastened the chain from her collar and

led her to the toilet area.

Since she was still blindfolded, I had to position her exactly as I

wanted her before preparing her enema. When she realized what I wanted,

she Posed perfectly, crossing her wrists behind her back and keeping her

back perfectly straight. I held the enema bag above her while the fluid

ran into her ass. After removing the nozzle and washing it in the basin,

I returned to Carrie and pushed the butt plug back into her sphincter. I

could tell, from her subtle posture change, that she was surprised by

that, but she maintained her Pose.

I pulled Carrie to her feet, took her back to the punishment stage,

reattached the chain to her collar, took off her blindfold, and walked

away. As I was heading toward the door, I heard her whimper.

Char was watching the monitor when I reached the mural room. I put a

hand on her shoulder, and she leaned her head to the side to rest her

cheek on the back of my hand. I leaned over her shoulder and looked at

the monitor, and saw that Carrie was still standing exactly as I had

left her. "This is too hard, I can't take it," I said.

"I've had some more thoughts," Char said. "I can take some turns for

you, to relieve the stress. Please let me help." I went into the

bedroom, where I sprawled on the bed. A few seconds later, Char came to

the bed with a warm washcloth and began cleaning my cock. I asked her

what she was talking about, and she said, "If you leave her wrists

clipped together behind her back, and leave her blindfolded, I can go

down there in your place. I can flog her, and fuck her with a dildo, and

she won't know it's not you."

"I appreciate the offer," I said. "And I'm glad to hear you volunteer to

flog Carrie. But she'd know it was you. Even if you didn't speak, you'd

have to put your hands on her to position her, and she'd know they were

your hands."

"William, she's an actress in a play," Char said. "As long as she

doesn't see me or hear me, she'll pretend I'm whoever she needs me to

be."

"Ok, you might be right," I said, "we'll see. What else have you got?"

"Do you want Carrie to use her safe word?" Char asked.

"That would be nice, but I'm not going to do anything to harm her," I

said.

Char said, "I guarantee this won't harm her. It's been done to me many

times, and it never harmed me, although it made me think I was being

harmed the first couple of times. It produces agonizing, burning pain,

and it's so simple. All you do is cover her breasts, her pussy, or her

asshole, or all three, with some of that liniment cream, the stuff you

use for sore muscles. Then cover the area to keep air from getting to

it."

Char paused, then took a deep breath and told me more. "Arthur had a

pair of rubber panties. He would rub that stuff all over my crotch, then

put the panties on me. They were very tight. In no time at all, the

stuff would start burning. He always tied me up first, so I couldn't do

anything but scream. Sometimes he would gag me, but more often he let me

scream. He would sit and watch me as I squirmed and screamed, sometimes

for a few hours. Once, he put the liniment inside my ass and deep in my

pussy, but that drove me too far, I went crazy. He was afraid I would

hurt myself, so he never did that again."

She was having trouble talking about it, but she wanted to tell the

whole thing. "After doing it to my crotch every few weeks for a year or

so, he switched to my breasts. He would whip me until my breasts were

red and tender, then rub the liniment on them, then wrap them tightly in

plastic wrap. It wasn't so agonizing on my breasts as on my crotch,

although it still hurt like hell. He'd leave me wrapped like that for a

whole day. I screwed up, and let him find out that the pain was mostly

gone after a few hours. Then he came up with this little tube. He would

poke the tube under the plastic wrap until it reached my nipple. When it

was in position, he would squirt more liniment through the tube, all

around my nipple. Then the pain would come back for another few hours."

She sat on the edge of the bed while telling her story. By the time she

finished, tears were running down the side of my face. She leaned over

and hugged me. "Don't pity me, William," she said. "I survived. I took

everything he gave me, and here I am. Be happy for me." I held her in my

arms, not knowing what else to do.

"I could never do that to Carrie," I said.

"Why not?" she said. "I swear, it does no harm, look at me." She at up

and pointed to her breasts, which I had to agree looked fine. Then she

continued, "It just puts you in agony for awhile. After the stuff is

cleaned off, you feel tender and tingly for awhile, then it's like it

never happened." A second later, she amended her statement, "It's like

it never happened, except you remember how much it hurt."

"No, it's out of the question," I said. "First of all, it has nothing to

do with 'The Story of O'. There's nothing even remotely like that in the

book. Secondly, we're doing all of this for her, not for us. The goal

isn't to force her to use her safe word, it's to give her the experience

of the book. I won't do it."

As I was pontificating to Char, I had a sudden brainstorm, a simple way

we could get Carrie out of the dungeon without doing violence to her or

the book. Not much violence, anyway, it would just require some

rearrangement of the plot. I explained to Char what I wanted to do,

which required me to first explain a part of the book she wasn't yet

familiar with.

An hour later, I opened the door and entered the basement. Carrie was

lying on her cushion, curled up on her side. She didn't move as I walked

to the punishment area. when I was standing over her, she looked up to

me with pain in her eyes. "Can you stand?" I asked her. She slowly

struggled to her feet and stood in front of me. "It's time for you to

go," I said, and a look of relief washed over her face. Then she winced

in pain as a cramp struck her. I took her to the toilet area and made

her kneel her while I removed her plug, then I helped her to stand and

mount the toilet apparatus.

While Carrie was expelling the enema, she glanced up at me with a look

of great relief and gratitude. When she finished, I helped her off of

the toilet and onto the bidet. After drying her, I clipped her wrists

together behind her back, blindfolded her, then led her to the door and

up the stairs.

I removed Carrie's blindfold in the bathroom. She blinked a few times,

then looked at Char, standing in front of her wearing Jeanne's slave

costume. I said, "Jeanne will prepare you, and then it will be time for

you to leave the Chateau." I removed all of Carrie's bondage equipment,

then turned and left the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

We had made sure that everything Char needed to groom and dress Carrie

was in the bathroom at the start. Therefore, when the door opened, a

beautiful and apprehensive Carrie walked out. Her hair was perfect. She

wore her favorite lipstick, and nothing else in the way of makeup. She

was dressed in her floor-length, backless, sheer gown, and black heels.

Carrie looked around the bedroom, and the first thing she saw was me,

sitting in my favorite chair. I was dressed in a suit and tie, another

item from the wardrobe Carrie had provided for me, that I had never had

reason to wear before. She wasn't sure who I was supposed to be. "Rene?"

she asked.

I got up and walked to her. Taking her hand in mine, I raised it to my

lips and lightly kissed it. I said, "Sadly, Rene was unable to come for

you, so I'm here in his place. I've been looking forward to meeting you,

O. You may call me Sir Stephen. I believe Rene has mentioned me to you."

Carrie wore a mixture of apprehension and fear on her face. She

immediately lowered her eyes, then asked in a soft voice, "Will Rene

join us later?"

"I'm afraid not," I said. "Rene told you that he wished me to have you,

did he not?" After a long pause, she nodded her head. "Well, now you're

mine," I said. "I'm sure this isn't happening exactly as you fantasized,

O, but nevertheless it is happening. Rene has given you to me, and I

intend to make full use of his gift, starting this evening."

Offering her my arm, I said, "Now come along, I have an apartment in the

city. We'll go there, and I'll begin my evaluation of you. Rene will

expect a report on how well you've accepted your training." Carrie

slipped her arm through mine, and I felt her trembling as I led her out

of the bedroom.

When we arrived in the living room, my "apartment in the city," I led

Carrie to the couch. She looked at the bottle of wine and the two

glasses on the table, then for the first time she looked up and met my

gaze. "Why am I here?" she asked.

"I've already told you why," I said. "And that was an impertinent

question. You will reamin silent unless I ask you a question, or I tell

you to speak. Do you understand?"

She lowered her eyes again. "Yes, I understand," she said.

"Yes, Sir Stephen, I understand," I corrected her. She repeated what I

had said, barely above a whisper.

"You may sit on the couch," I told her. Then I added, "Be careful not to

wrinkle your gown." She blushed so deeply that it spread down her throat

onto her chest. After standing motionless for a long moment, she sighed.

then she gracefully gathered up the rear of her gown and sat on the

couch. When she was seated, she rested her hands on the couch beside her

legs, palms up and open. Her lower lip began to tremble.

"You're a lovely woman," I said. "The fear and uncertainty I see on your

face makes you even more attractive to me. I'll see that you always have

reason to be fearful and uncertain."

I poured each wine glass half full, then picked up one glass and handed

it to Carrie. I took the other glass, and stood looking down at her as I

took a sip. As I continued to silently watch her, her hand began to

shake. After a few moment, she was shaking so badly that it seemed she

might spill her wine. I took the glass from her and set it on the table,

then continued looking at her.

After a minute, I said, "Your beautiful gown doesn't conceal much, but I

want to see everything. Please release your halter and lower it." She

whimpered faintly, then raised her arms. She fumbled with the halter

clasp, then pulled the two halves of the halter from her neck and began

slowly lowering them. "Don't be a little tease," I said. "show me your

breasts, and do it now." She released her halter, letting it drop into

her lap. She then started to lower her hands, but instead blushed again

and covered her breasts.

"Since you like your hands on your breasts, let me see you play with

your nipples," I said. She looked up at me defiantly. "Is this how you

obey?" I asked her.

Looking into my eyes, she said, "I always obey Rene. I love him."

I sat down on the couch next to her, gripped each of her wrists tightly

in my hands, then pulled her hands away from her breasts and held them.

"You'll obey me without loving me," I said. "I see the crop marks on

your breasts. Would you like to feel the caress of my crop, or of your

fingers? Make your choice right now." I let go of her hands, and she

whimpered softly, then began lightly running her trembling fingers over

her breasts.

After watching her rubbing her breasts for a minute, I swatted her hand

away from her right breast. I took the nipple between my thumb and

forefinger, and began rolling it and gently pulling it outward. "Like

this," I said, "do it now." she began imitating what I was doing on her

other breast, then I released her nipple and told her to take over.

I stood up again and watched her playing with her nipples. After a few

moments, she began acting less embarrassed and more excited. I noticed

that her breathing was coming in short, shallow gasps. "That's enough,"

I said, and she immediately lowered both of her hands to the couch.

"Remove your gown, pull it up over your head," I told her. She gathered

the hem of her gown, then leaned forward and pulled it up smoothly over

her head. She took the time to fold it, and then set it beside her on

the couch.

I appraised her naked body for a few moments, something I never tired of

doing. She was again looking embarrassed. "Open your legs farther,

they're too close together," I said. She slowly spread her legs farther

apart. "Let me see you play with yourself," I said.

Carrie looked up at me again, then lowered her eyes. Her hand slowly and

hesitantly moved toward her pussy, then stopped. "I can't. I won't," she

said.

"Stand up and turn around," I commanded. She got to her feet, then

slowly turned her back to me. She was shaking badly. "Kneel, press your

thighs against the couch," I said, and she obeyed. "Bend over onto the

couch, spread your arms out on the cushions," I told her. She bent at

the hips, pressed her breasts on the seat of the couch, and spread her

arms to each side. After another moment, she turned her head and rested

it on the couch.

I stood behind her, sipping my wine and admiring her perfect back, ass,

and legs. After a few minutes, I unzipped my fly and took out my cock.

Kneeling behind her, I tried to push my dick into her ass. It wouldn't

go. Carrie's ass was always open and eager to receive me, But O's ass

was closed tight. I said, "I'm going to fuck your ass, O, and I'm going

to do it now. The only decision you can make is how much it hurts. You

have to decide now." I pressed the head of my cock against her

sphincter, and gradually it relaxed until I could push into her. It was

still a dry fuck, I didn't enjoy it much myself, and I'm sure it was

unpleasant for her, although she remained silent and passive the whole

time I was inside her. When I came, I immediately pulled out of her and

stood up. Leaving her kneeling, her head and torso resting on the couch,

her arms spread out to her sides, I left the room.

I left Carrie alone for about 10 minutes. When I returned to the living

room, she was exactly as I had left her. I said, "O, please get up and

sit on the couch." She slowly got to her feet, then sat down. I noted

that this time her legs were open, the way I had positioned her

previously.

I stood in front of her and looked down at her for a long moment, then

spoke. "You will sleep here from now on, O. I want you available to me

at a moment's notice, I've prepared a bedroom for you." I paused a

moment to allow that information to sink in, then I continued. "You'll

have to cut back on your hours at work, then eventually you'll quit work

altogether. The focus of your life from this time on will be serving me,

in any capacity I choose. Tomorrow afternoon, we'll go to your apartment

and select those items of clothing you will be allowed to keep.

Everything else you own will be disposed of, but you won't need to

concern yourself with that."

When I finished my speech, Carrie looked like she had been struck by

lightning. Her complexion was pale, her shoulders sagged, and her mouth

hung open. I asked her if she understood my demands. She sat still for a

long time, then slowly nodded her head. Suddenly she looked up at me.

"But, Rene," she started to say.

I interrupted her. "Rene already knows of my plans for you, O, and he

knows how to find you should he ever want to see you again. You will

make no attempts to contact Rene on your own, is that clear?" Again she

nodded her head.

"Stand up now, I'll take you to your bedroom," I said. Carrie struggled

to her feet. She looked around like she was dazed, then she looked at

me. I held out my hand, and she slowly put her hand in mine. I led her

to the guest bedroom and opened the door.

As soon as she stepped into the bedroom, Carrie saw the chain hanging

over the bed. She tried to back up and leave the room, but I tightened

my grip on her hand. "We won't need the chain tonight, will we?" I asked

her, and she quickly shook her head. Keeping hold of her hand, I pulled

back the covers on the bed with my other hand. I pulled her to the bed

and made her lay down. Finally I kissed her hand before releasing it.

She lay on her back, looking up at me, a blank expression on her face. I

pulled the covers over her, then turned and left the room, pulling the

door closed behind me and locking it.

I stood outide the bedroom until I heard Carrie sobbing, then I went to

join Char.