A few days later, while Carrie and I were working out after breakfast,

we heard loud talk coming from from the kitchen. I thought I knew what

it was about, but I didn't let on to Carrie.

A little while later, William came into the spare bedroom. He looked

angry when he first came in, but he grinned when he saw the two of us.

After we looked at each other in silence for a few moments, William

said, "We're spending the weekend in the city." Carrie was standing

beside the elliptical trainer doing stretches. She shrieked and began

jumping up and down. I grinned and clapped my hands, acting more

enthusiastic than I felt. I was genuinely happy for Carrie, knowing how

badly she needed a change of scene, but I didn't feel ready to be out in

public.

That was on Tuesday. We had a lot of time to get ready, but Carrie acted

like it all had to be done within the next hour. Grinning, William gave

us permission to spend the day in preparation, suspending all other

planned activities. After our workouts, Carrie and I went to the office

and began poring over the online city guide for Albuquerque. Within an

hour, we had maps, lists of shops to visit, sights to see, and

restaurants.

Carrie was so excited, she reminded me of a kid on Christmas morning.

She kept pointing to things on the screen, saying, "Ooh, look at that!"

or, "We've got to go there!" I started laughing, and she said, "I'm

sorry if I'm acting childish, but I haven't left this place in a year

and a half, I'm dying to get out of here." Then she remembered that I

had been confined for a lot longer than she had. She took my hand and

kissed me, then asked if I was Ok with making the trip.

"It scares me, but I want to go with you," I said. "I don't want to be

away from you and William, so I'm counting on you to help me get over my

fear and have a good time." Carrie promised that I would be so busy

having fun that I wouldn't have time to be afraid.

The hardest thing was the hotel reservations. William had said that

Philip and Beverly would be going with us, and that complicated things.

Philip knew the true nature of our relationship, even though he didn't

approve. Beverly knew that William and Carrie were lovers, but that's

all she knew. Philip and Carrie understood that Beverly would have to

know about us sooner or later, but they didn't want her to know yet.

After a little thought, and a few calls to candidate hotels, Carrie came

up with the solution. She reserved three connected suites at a downtown

hotel. Philip and Beverly's suite would be on one end, William and

Carrie's would be in the middle, and my suite would be farthest from

Philip and Beverly's. Of course, the three of us would spend our

sleeping and fucking time in my suite, far from Beverly's snooping. If

necessary, William and Carrie could always return to their suite through

the connecting door. When we told William, he complimented us on our

ingenuity.

I don't know when we started on the computer, it was probably around

10:30. By 1:15, Carrie was finished. She had the hotel reservations, as

well as reservations for dinner and a play on Saturday night. She even

had an itenerary, which included shopping for clothes for she and I,

sightseeing, and interesting places to eat. We went to William with all

of the printouts and lists. He was impressed, he said we should start

calling Carrie "Take Charge Carrie." Carrie said that I had done as much

as she had. It wasn't true, but William already knew that, so there was

no deception involved. I kissed her on the cheek and thanked her.

William said that we deserved something special for our efforts, and

asked us what we would like to do. "May I please have a second spanking

today, and let Char skip hers?" Carrie asked. I had already spanked

Carrie before breakfast that morning, but I hadn't yet received my daily

spanking. Carrie tried to get me out of being spanked whenever she

could. Once or twice she even told William she didn't want to spank me

that day because her hand was sore. Finally her told her to knock it off

she wasn't fooling anyone, but she still occasionally tried to get me a

break.

William said, "No, Char will get her spanking later today." He looked at

us for a while, then he said, "It's a nice day today. Cold, but sunny.

After lunch we'll take a walk." A moment later, he added, "We'll bring

the flogger for Carrie's breasts." Carrie smiled.

William sent us to find Philip and ask him for some sandwiches and iced

tea for a late lunch. The three of us sat at the dining room table,

eating and talking about our upcoming adventure in the city. At one

point, Carrie asked William how he got Philip to agree. "I told him we

were going, and his only choice was to come with us or not," William

said.

William dressed us warmly for our walk. We each wore jeans, a heavy

sweater, and a coat. Carrie carried her survival kit, I carried the

canteen, and William carried blankets. Carrie was still speed talking

about our trip, so William put the handle of the flogger in her mouth.

"This will take care of that annoying noise I've been hearing for the

last few hours," he said.

Carrie looked genuinely hurt by his comment. She was just expressing her

enthusiasm, and I enjoyed listening to her. I was even starting to look

forward to the trip because of what she was saying. I dropped to my

knees before William, and said, "Please William, may I carry the flogger

instead. Carrie is so enthusiastic about our trip, I love listening to

her talk about it."

He looked down at me, then reached down and pulled me to my feet.

"You're right, Charlie," he said, "I made a mistake." Looking at Carrie,

he said, "I apologize, Carrie, my comment was stupid and inappropriate.

I would like to listen to you and Char talk about the trip while we

walk." Then he took the flogger from Carrie and put it in his own mouth.

He carried it like that all the way to our destination, which he and

Carrie called Fucking Stop 4.

It always made me feel good when William did things like that. He always

made sure we knew he was the Master and we were his slaves. But he

always did his fair share of whatever work Carrie and I had to do when

Philip wasn't around, such as fixing meals, cleaning the kitchen and

bathroom, or doing laundry. And when he made a mistake, he almost always

apologized for it. Maybe it was because we were both slaves by choice,

and he wasn't worried about losing his authority over us. Or maybe it

was just because he loved us. I don't know why he did what he did, but I

loved the way he treated us. It was one of the things that first made me

know I could trust him.

Fucking Stop 4 was the farthest clear area from the house, not counting

the picnic hill. The picnic hill was a hard climb over rough terrain,

but the series of Fucking Stops were laid out along a walking trail, a

big loop that led right back to the house again. It was only when the

blanket was spread out and we were all sitting that William gave up the

flogger. Carrie reached out and gently took it from between his teeth,

laid it on the blanket, then kissed him.

It was warm in the sun. We sat and talked for awhile. On the way, one of

the things Carrie had talked about was how she wanted us to dress when

we were out in public with William. She said we should buy identical

outfits. We could each wear our own colors and whatever jewelry we

liked, but our clothes should always be identical. Now that he could

speak again, William asked about that idea. He said he thought women

hated it when another woman showed up wearing the same outfit. Carrie

looked at me and said, "He's a real sexist pig, isn't he?"

I laughed. "Yes, but I believe he's right this time," I said.

Carrie laughed too. "Yes, William, you are right this time," she said.

"That's the whole point. We'll be giving up a part of our individuality

for you. We'll be your matched set of obedient women. It won't take much

imagination for people to see that we belong to you."

"Struting your stuff?" William asked. I didn't know what he meant by

that, until Carrie explained it to me later.

"Damned right," she said proudly. William looked at her silently for a

few seconds, then nodded his head. Carrie beamed, knowing she had

received his approval.

We talked for maybe another fifteen minutes, then Carrie looked at

William and said, "My tits are cold." I felt a knot form in my stomach.

I had grown used to the daily spankings, but I really didn't like

flogging her. I knew I had no choice, William had made it clear that it

was my job to do this for Carrie. It didn't help, knowing she would

enjoy it, I still felt like I was torturing her.

"On your knees, facing the sun," William told Carrie. She scrambled to

her knees. William got up and stood in front of and to the side of

Carrie, where he could see the flogger striking her breasts. He nodded

at me, and I removed Carrie's coat, then pulled her sweater off over her

head.

"We didn't bring anything to tie her hands with," I said to William.

"She doesn't need anything," he said. Then to Carrie he said, "Raise

your arms straight up. Keep your palms open, fingers apart and

straight." She raised her arms straight over her head and opened her

fingers wide apart. She was beginning to shiver from the cold, I could

see gooseflesh forming on her breasts and arms.

I quickly took my position, on my knees on the other side of Carrie from

where William stood. I picked up the flogger and waited for his command.

Carrie was breathing in short gasps. William asked her if she was ready,

and she nodded her head rapidly a few times. William nodded at me, and I

began.

Carrie's body jerked when the first blow landed on her left breast. I

quickly alternated from one breast to the other. "Harder," William said

after a few minutes. Soon tears were running down Carrie's cheeks. After

another few minutes, William said, "Harder, Char, we don't want to be

here all day." I was already hitting her harder than I ever had before,

but I obeyed. I began hitting her as hard as I could, considering that I

was on my knees. In no time at all, Carrie was sobbing and gasping.

I was panting from my exertion. Carrie was crying out, almost screaming,

and asking William to let her have a moment's rest. "It's too cold, we

have to finish it," was all he said. Carrie was having trouble keeping

her arms still, a couple of times I was afraid she was going to lower

them. William looked at his watch, and said "Two more minutes."

I was on automatic pilot, trying to pretend it was somebody else

flogging my sister. Just when I thought the two minutes should be up,

Carrie couldn't stand it any more, she lowered her arms and covered her

breasts with her hands. I was shocked that she had done that. I

immediately stopped the flogging and looked at William. He checked his

watch, then sighed and looked at Carrie. "You had twenty seconds to go.

Couldn't you have stood twenty more seconds?" he said.

Still sobbing violently, Carrie said she was sorry she was so weak. She

promised it would never happen again. After a long pause, William said,

"Put your hands back in the air, you have 20 seconds to go, plus five

more minutes as punishment for breaking your Pose."

"Please tie my hands, use your belt, use anything," Carrie begged. "I

want to obey, please tie my hands behind my back."

"You'll obey without your hands being tied," William said. "Raise your

hands right now, or I'll add another five minutes for disobedience."

Carrie's hands shot into the air. She was sobbing and gasping, and her

whole body was shivering from the cold. "Resume, Char," William said,

looking at his watch.

Tears were running down my cheeks. I hated what he was making me do. I

wanted to throw down the flogger and tell him to go to hell. But I knew

it would only cause Carrie more pain if I disobeyed, so I kept flogging

her. I saw that Carrie had balled her hands into fists. William saw that

too, but he chose to ignore it. Carrie was making sounds like screams,

only she wasn't making very much noise.

Finally William said it was over. I threw down the flogger and told him

I hated him. He handed me a cotton tee shirt, saying, "Put this on her

under the sweater, it won't be so irritating to her breasts." I don't

know where he got it from, he must have had it in a coat pocket. I

quickly put the tee shirt on Carrie and carefully pulled it over her

red, blotchy breasts. She seemed to be in a daze, softly sobbing but

doing whatever I asked her to do. In another few seconds I had her

sweater and coat on. I kissed her on the cheek, tasting her salty tears,

then I turned my back on both of them. I laid down on the edge of the

blanket and curled into a ball, then I began crying.

I don't know how long I lay there. I didn't go to sleep, but I tuned out

everything for awhile. Finally I heard William say it was time to go. I

looked over my shoulder, and saw Carrie curled up in William's lap, her

arms around his neck, her head resting on his shoulder. "Carrie, is

there anything you want to say to Char?" he asked.

Carrie raised her head and looked at me. Her eyes were bloodshot and

puffy. "Thank you, Char," she said. "I know how hard that was for you. I

love you."

"Hard for me?" I said. "What about you?" Carrie just smiled at me. "I

can't do that anymore," I said, looking at William. He didn't say

anything, he just looked at me with a neutral expression.

We walked home slowly. Carrie and William had their arms around one

another. I stayed away from them, thinking that I really didn't

understand what they were about, and that maybe I didn't belong with

them after all.

William sent Carrie to soak in the tub, while he and I put away the

blankets and washed out the canteen. "I'm sorry for what I said, I don't

hate you," I said.

"That's Ok, you wouldn't be the only one," he said. I looked at him,

about to ask what Carrie had said to him, but he was ahead of me. "I

wasn't talking about Carrie," he said. He looked at me for a moment,

then he said, "I won't ask you to flog her again. It's my job, I was

wrong to pass it off to you. I know how hard it is to do that to someone

you love, I'm sorry."

"You love her too, how can you do it?" I asked him.

He gave me a grim smile. "She can't flog herself, someone has to do it

for her."

It's not that I didn't already know that. But the way he said it, his

sad expression, made me understand them in a way I hadn't been able to

before. I caved. "Maybe we could take turns," I said.

He kissed me on the cheek and said, "We'll see."

I should have asked my next question sooner. "William, did Carrie lower

her arms on purpose, so the flogging would last longer?"

"Of course," he said.

Son of a bitch. I felt like an idiot. I had been mad at the wrong

person, Carrie was driving the action all along. I had seen her

Oscar-worthy performance in "The Story of O," how could I not have

known? Shit.

"I'm sorry, I assumed you knew that," he said.

I said, "Is yours and Carrie's relationship ever what it seems to be, or

is it always this twisted?"

He put a hand on my shoulder and said, "For the most part, it's what it

seems to be. We think you belong here, and we want you to be our

partner, that part is exactly what it seems to be. I promise you, we're

not trying to hide anything from you, but sometimes it's complicated."

"No shit it's complicated," I said. "William, for a long time I've been

forced to live a very simple, uncomplicated life. I don't know if I can

deal with you two."

"We know you can, or we wouldn't be asking you to be our partner," he

said. He opened his arms, and I pressed myself against him. We hugged

for a long time. Finally he said, "Let's go check on Carrie, and make

sure she hasn't slipped beneath the waves." I grinned. He took my hand,

and we walked to the bathroom.

Carrie was in the tub, water up to her chin. Her eyes were closed, but

she opened them and smiled up at us when we came in. "Hi, Sweetie," she

said to me. "Come on in, the water's fine." I wanted to tell her to go

to hell, I wanted to piss in the tub, I wanted to leave, but I couldn't

do any of those things. I looked at William for permission. He kissed me

and told me to strip first. I stuck my tongue out at him.

I peeled off my clothes and climbed into the tub beside Carrie. She put

her arms around me, gave me a passionate kiss, and told me she loved me.

William picked up Carrie's and my clothes, smiled at us, turned and left

the bathroom. As he walked out the door, he said, "No spanking today,

Char."

Carrie and I kissed and fingered one another until we both came. We were

quietly hugging, and she asked, "Did you and William get everything

sorted out? Are you still my designated flogger?"

I said, "I don't know, Carrie. But if I do flog you again, I'm going to

enjoy it. I think I can make you beg."

"You're angry, I'm sorry," she said. "I look forward to begging you."

Then she clamped her mouth over mine.

We lay in each other's arms for a while longer. "Let's get out before we

prune," I said. "I'll put some lotion on your tits after I dry you off."

"Yes, Char," Carrie said. When I looked at her, she smiled. "You deserve

more respect than I've been showing you. From now on, you'll get it."

I said, "I need a sister and a lover. Fuck your respect and your

manipulation."

We were out of the tub. Carrie knelt in front of me and took my hands in

hers. "Did William tell you that you complete us?" she asked. I nodded.

"It's the god's truth, we need you. I know you're angry now, but you'll

get over it.

"You know I enjoy being flogged, otherwise William would never flog me

or have you flog me. I love it, I need it, and it's wonderful when I get

it from you. He won't use the crop on me to make you flog me, that was a

bluff. If you don't want to do it again, we'll understand. The spanking

too, you won't have to do it if you don't want to. But I'm begging you,

don't stop."

I smiled down at her. "I won't stop," I said. "Remember what I said, the

next time. See if you can outlast me." I handed her a towel. "Get off

your knees and dry me."

As she toweled me dry, I kept telling myself I should calm down. But I

kept getting madder and madder. They told me they wanted me to be their

partner, then they manipulated my emotions for no goddammed reason.

Carrie finished drying me and stood holding the towel, waiting for me to

take it and dry her. I put my hand around her throat and shoved her

against the wall, then put my knee against her pussy and pressed hard.

"No more bullshit," I said quietly, looking into her eyes. I didn't see

any fear, but I saw submission. She nodded. I let go of her, took the

towel from her hand, and began drying her, being careful of her tender

breasts.

Carrie was sitting on the edge of the tub. I was kneeling in front of

her, massaging lotion onto her breasts. I was beginning to calm down,

still not understanding how I had become so angry. Suddenly Carrie put

her hands over mine and pressed tightly. I looked up at her, and she

leaned down and kissed me on my lips. I kissed her back. She said, "No

more bullshit, I promise. William and I play games. We need to adapt our

play so that you'll know what's going on, so you'll be able to tell

what's real and what's play." I nodded, and she released my hands. I

resumed massaging her breasts.

Carrie laughed softly. She said, "Before you grabbed my throat, you

should have said, 'You won't like me when I get angry.'" I had no idea

what she meant, I just ignored it. William explained it to me later, it

was something a comic book character would say, before he became enraged

and turned into a monster. I didn't like it either, when the monster in

me came out.

I took Carrie's hands and pulled her to her feet. She gently pushed me

against the wall, the same place I had held her in anger a few minutes

earlier. She smothered me in kisses, telling me over and over that she

loved me and she needed me in her life.

Carrie and I walked into the bedroom, hand in hand. William was sitting

in his chair. I realized he had been there all along, he heard

everything that we said in the bathroom. Smiling, he said, "Everything

Ok?"

Carrie looked at me, and I nodded. "Everything's just fine, William,"

she said.

I'm going to describe some of our adventures in the city, but first I

want to wrap up the flogging story. A week and a half after our first

trip into the city, William asked me if I would flog Carrie again. He

said I didn't have to do it if I didn't want to. He said Carrie wanted

me to flog her pussy, and she didn't want him to be there when I did it.

I knew she was giving me an opportunity to take my revenge on her. The

situation had changed over that week and a half, and I didn't want

revenge any more, but I thought it would help put the breast flogging

incident behind us, so I agreed.

I told William I didn't know how to flog her pussy, I might cause her

damage. He said he would show me what to do, then leave us alone.

Carrie was on the bedroom floor, in the Pose William had told her to

assume when her pussy was to be flogged. She was on her knees, leaning

back and grasping her feet with her hands. Her back was arched upward

severely, her knees were spread wide apart. It looked really

uncomfortable, even before the flogging started. William showed me how

it should be done, lightly flicking the flogger against her pussy and

letting the pain build up over time. "How much time?" I asked.

William said, "She's only been through this once before, for half an

hour. I told her it would last a minimum of one hour the next time. I'll

leave the two of you alone for an hour." He handed me the flogger and

turned to leave.

As he was leaving the bedroom, Carrie spoke, the strain of holding the

Pose evident in her voice. "Please give us two hours, William." He

shrugged and left.

I was about to begin, when Carrie asked me if she could have a kiss

first. I knelt beside her. She raised her head up as far as she could,

and I leaned over and kissed her tenderly on her lips. When our lips

separated, I said, "I'm going to make you beg me to stop."

"I'll hold out as long as I can," she said, then lowered her head

backward toward the floor.

After forty-five minutes, Carrie was screaming and crying. She couldn't

hold the stressful Pose any longer, so I moved a footstool under her

shoulders. She rested her head and shoulders on the stool, but still

kept hold of her feet. After an hour of flogging, she asked me over and

over to let her rest for just a minute. I refused.

Finally, after an hour and twenty minutes, she begged me to stop for the

first time. I kept flogging her pussy for another ten minutes. She was

screaming and crying so much that she barely had any breath left to beg.

But she was begging, promising me anything I wanted. She said she would

be my slave, I could treat her any way I pleased, she would make sure

William agreed, if I would just stop.

When I told her it was finished, she broke her Pose and kissed my feet.

She said she was now my slave, I could use her however I wished. I

pulled her to her feet and told her I didn't want her as a slave, I

wanted her as my sister and my lover.

When William returned, he found Carrie and I in bed, her face buried in

my pussy. He climbed onto the bed behind her and fucked her ravaged

pussy, while she continued to drive me crazy with her tongue.

That was the only time in my adult life I was intentionally cruel to

another person. At the time, I thought it was something I owed Carrie

for her manipulation of my emotions. But I came to understand later that

I had been wrong. William and Carrie had only done what they had told me

they would do. They were living their lives and playing their games. If

they didn't think to clue me in about every game they played, that

didn't mean they were trying to manipulate me. William had shown me a

lot of tolerance, more than he should have. He let me rage and fume at

Carrie, and then he left me alone with her, knowing I would hurt her

more than was necessary.

I never refused to spank of flog Carrie again, but William and I more or

less took turns at it from that time on. Carrie was always glad when it

was my turn, because I always gave her the hardest spanking or flogging

I could deliver. Not because I was angry or wanted to hurt her, but

because I loved her, and that's what she needed from me.