Home again, I carefully led Helen into the back door of our house, then

gently removed her ear plugs and took off her blindfold. "Welcome to our

home," I said. Throwing my arms around her neck, I kissed her

passionately.

We all hung up our coats on the rack by the back door. Helen looked

startled when Carrie took the pistol out of her purse, took William's

pistol from him, and went to the bedroom to put them in their usual

places. She returned in a minute, then William lined us up and looked at

us for a few moments. Carrie and I had on our usual cold weather wear,

jeans and sweaters, and I already said how Helen was dressed.

Finally, William grinned. "Ok, it was a tough choice," he said, "but

I've made my decision. When the three of you meet me in the living room,

in ten minutes, I want to see three slaves dressed like that," he

pointed at Helen, "and not like that," he pointed to Carrie and me.

"Then we'll help Helen unpack and give her a quick tour before lunch."

We took Helen's hands and led her to our bedroom.

In the bedroom, Carrie asked Helen if she needed to use the toilet.

Helen nodded that she did. "Cat got your tongue?" Carrie asked with a

grin.

Helen shook her head, "I'm sorry, Carrie, I'm in shock. I just can't

believe I'm really doing this. I'm a slave."

"You're doing it, Sweetie," Carrie said, as she and I peeled off our

jeans. "Go ahead and strip, then we'll help you on the toilet. We've

only got ten minutes for all three of us."

We went naked into the bathroom. I took one of Helen's hands, and Carrie

took the other. As Helen sat down, we both knelt in front of her. "May I

caress your beautiful breasts?" Carrie asked.

"This is too much, my brain hurts," Helen said. She looked at Carrie,

who was trying not to laugh. "Of course," Helen said, "I would love it

if both of you caressed my breasts while I pee." Carrie did laugh at

that, and so did I. We assured Helen that she would get used to our

ways, if she gave us a chance.

Helen took her turn on her knees, while Carrie and I peed. I almost came

when she started nibbling on my nipple. When we had all used the toilet

and the bidet, which was another new experience for Helen, we returned

to the bedroom to dress. I dressed Helen while Carrie picked outfits for

herself and me, then Helen and I dressed Carrie, and finally Helen and

Carrie dressed me. "In a very strange way, this all makes sense to me,"

Helen said. Carrie took Helen in her arms and gave her a big wet kiss.

When she let go, Helen took a step back. She looked at Carrie from head

to toe, then said, "Can't you change back into a sweater and jeans? I

can't compete with that body." Carrie was wearing one of her sheer black

blouses, William's favorite, and a very short skirt.

Carrie grinned at her. "Oh, you can compete, take my word for it. But

Char and I don't compete, we cooperate, and you'll learn how to do that

too. Anyway, we don't need to compete for William's attention, there's

enough of him for all of us, with a lot left over."

"And he never plays favorites," I added.

We checked ourselves in the mirror, standing side by side. "Three heart

stoppers," Carrie said, getting a big grin from Helen. Then we walked

hand-in-hand to the living room. As we walked along, I whispered to

Helen that I was glad she came. She squeezed my hand and whispered back

that she was glad, too.

William had turned the tree lights on, and he was sitting on the couch

looking at the tree. He looked at us as we walked in, then did a double

take. "Wow, I sure called that one right," he said with a grin. Helen's

Christmas presents were on the coffee table. "Helen, would you do us the

honor of putting your presents under our tree?" he asked.

"It would be my honor, William, thank you," Helen said. She picked up

her presents and took them to the tree. "It's a beautiful tree," she

said, dropping to her knees and positioning the presents under the tree.

Seeing her present, she looked around with a grin. "Who is this one for?"

William shrugged. "Some friend of Char's, we'll find out tonight," he

said. "Why don't we show you the guest bedroom, you can unpack there."

When we got to the guest bedroom, he said, "Char and Carrie keep some of

their clothes in here, there's not enough storage space in our master

bedroom." I helped Helen hang up what needed hanging, and showed her a

drawer she could use for everything else.

When all of Helen's clothes were put away, William said, "Well, we could

give you a quick tour now. But to be honest, you've seen nearly every

room upstairs. Why don't you and Char stay in here and get reacquainted?

Carrie will come and get you when lunch is ready. It'll be about an

hour."

"Yes, Sir," we both said. William kissed both of us, then Carrie kissed

us. Grinning, she followed William out the door. "Open or closed?" she

asked, looking back at us with her hand on the doorknob.

"Open, please," Helen said before I had a chance. Carrie let go of the

handle and waved back at us as she left.

Turning to Helen, I said, "While you're undressing me, tell me how you

like slave-hood so far."

She kissed me tenderly while unbuttoning my blouse. "I absolutely love

it," she said, opening the blouse and baring my breasts.

We started out on our sides, kissing and caressing. After a few minutes,

I flipped around so we could reach each other's pussies with our mouths.

I loved the sweet, salty taste of Helen's pussy, I concentrated on

nibbling her labia and pushing my tongue as far into her as it would go.

She liked a lot of stimulation before her clit was approached, so I took

my time. I, on the other hand, liked to be overwhelmed with everything

at once. The first contact Helen made was a gentle bite on my clit,

causing me to have a mini-orgasm.

The hour flew by. I think I had four or five orgasms, and Helen probably

had about the same. But it still seemed like we were just getting

started, when Carrie came in. "Lunch will be on the table in about ten

minutes," she said. I rolled off of Helen and lay beside her, panting.

Carrie didn't leave, she stood at the foot of the bed looking at us.

"You have the cutest pussy, do you mind if I kiss it?" she asked Helen.

Helen looked at me, but I just looked back at her. She had to learn to

decide things like that for herself. "I wish you would," she finally

said. As Carrie crawled onto the bed, Helen opened her legs and said, "I

owe you my thanks, and a good fuck. When you and I went to bed last

weekend, I didn't know anything, it was probably awful for you. But you

showed me enough so that I could please Char the first time we were

together. So, thank you, Carrie."

Carrie was kneeling upright between Helen's legs. She crossed her wrists

behind her back and smoothly bent down to Helen's pussy. Her auburn hair

cascaded over her shoulders and flowed onto and over Helen's belly and

hips. She put her mouth over Helen's slit, and in only a few seconds she

had Helen whimpering and clawing at the sheets with her fingers. She had

done that to me so many times, I could have cum just from watching her

do it to Helen, if I hadn't been so tired. After a few more seconds,

Helen came hard. Carrie raised her head, then leaned back down and

tenderly kissed Helen's pussy. After raising herself back up to a

vertical position, she smiled at seeing the dazed expression on Helen's

face. "You don't owe me anything," she said, "and the way I remember it,

you weren't that bad. Maybe we need to try again, and see which of us

has the better memory."

"I'm still trying to figure out the etiquette here," Helen said, still

gasping for breath, "but I would like to go to bed with you again." She

looked at me. "If Char doesn't mind," she added.

"Carrie told you, we don't compete," I said.

"I'm pretty sure William is going to have Char spank me after lunch,"

Carrie said. "We could ask him to have the two of you take me to bed

after that. Would you like to try a three-way?"

"Say Yes, Helen," I said, grinning at her.

"Yes, Helen," she said, getting a laugh from Carrie and me. Carrie left,

telling us to come to lunch.

While we were dressing, I explained, "If William tells us to take Carrie

to bed, that has a special meaning. It means we control her, until he

takes control back from us. She has to do whatever we say. She's offered

to do that for us, and you've accepted. Not that it's much of a

sacrifice for her, she loves being controlled."

"Do we owe her anything for doing that for us?" Helen asked.

That was the first stupid thing I had ever heard her say, so I let it

pass. I said, "Carrie and I each work very hard at being a really good

sex partner, for each other and for William. That's what we owe her, our

best in bed."

Helen was quiet for a minute. We were dressed and heading out of the

guest bedroom, when she took my arm and pulled me to a stop. "What

Carrie did to me was a little bit frightening. It was almost clinical,

the way she got me to orgasm within a few seconds. I didn't even know

that was possible. Is she always like that?"

I kissed her, then said, "Carrie can't help showing off sometimes.

She'll be back to normal this afternoon. She's a wonderful lover, you'll

see." I kissed her again, then told her, "Try not to think about it so

much, just relax and let it happen," then I took her hand and led her to

the dining room.

When we got to the dining room, William and Carrie were already sitting

at the table. William looked at Helen and said, "You look more relaxed

now, Helen. That's good, all that tension is bad for you." She grinned

at him, and said she was indeed more relaxed now. William said, "We'll

explain the full rules about sitting later, Helen. For now, just watch

how Char sits down, and then do what she does, Ok?"

Helen nodded, and then watched me as I got into position in front of my

chair, flipped up the back of my skirt, and sat down. After she had done

the same, she smiled at William and said, "So, you didn't just make that

up on the spot, when you made me bare my ass in the restaurant?" He

shook his head.

We made small talk during lunch. At one point, William said, "After

lunch, we'll take a quick tour of the basement." Turning to Helen, he

added, "All three of you slaves will be naked, your hands will be bound

behind your backs, and you'll be forbidden to speak without permission."

Helen lowered her eyes, and I saw her hand start to shake. I reached

over and put my hand on her arm, and told her she had nothing to worry

about. She looked up at me, gave me a slight smile, and nodded. But she

didn't say anything for the rest of the meal. Carrie and I carried on a

cheerful conversation, trying to reassure Helen, but I don't think we

had much effect on her.

When lunch was finished, each of us carried our dirty dishes to the

kitchen, washed off the leftovers in the sink, and loaded them into the

dishwasher. William started the dishwasher, then turned to us and said,

"Let's show Helen the basement."

Before we entered the mural room, William explained to Helen about the

formal speech rules, and about the mural room being the transition

point. He also told her that the formal speech rules would probably be

relaxed once we were in the basement. At one point, Carrie interrupted

his explanations, to point out that we didn't have any bondage gear for

Helen. William thought about it for a moment, then told Carrie, "You

don't need hardware, you'll hold any Pose I put you in, for as long as I

wish. Helen can use your hardware." Carrie smiled, and said she would be

pleased if Helen used her manacles, but asked if she could keep her

slave collar on. William agreed, saying the collars wouldn't be needed,

since we were just taking a tour.

In the mural room, William watched as we undressed, removing everything

but our chokers and Carrie's collar. I could see that Helen was shaking,

but I couldn't speak to reassure her. She would soon discover that she

had nothing to fear, but that didn't help her for the moment. When we

were all naked, William took hold of Carrie's wrists, and crossed them

behind her back. "You're wrists are firmly locked together, and only I

have the key to free them," he said. She smiled and nodded. Next,

William put on my leather wrist and ankle manacles and my belt. While he

was outfitting me, he explained to Helen that my crude gear would be

replaced with steel bonds like Carrie's, as soon as my weight

stabilized. He clipped my wrists together behind my back, and then

turned to Helen.

Seeing Carrie and I smiling at her, our wrists secured behind our backs,

seemed to help Helen a little. As William approached her, she held her

arms out for him to put on the manacles. Seeing the surprise on her face

when he let go of her arm after attaching the first manacle, he said,

"Yes, they are heavy, but you'll get used to it after a few minutes." He

proceeded to attach the second wrist manacle, the ankle manacles, and

the belt. Then he gently took her wrists and pulled them behind her

back. She resisted at first, but he told her in a gentle voice that she

had nothing to fear. She relaxed enough to let him clip her wrists

together. Back in front of her, he took her by her shoulders, kissed her

on the forehead, and said, "Believe it or not, the worst is over. Please

try to relax." She smiled and nodded her head.

William lined us up in a row, gave each of us a tender kiss on the lips

and on each breast, and then began taking us to the basement. He took me

down first, so I would already be there when he brought Helen next.

Finally he went back upstairs and returned with Carrie.

He stood looking at the three of us, a puzzled look on his face. "Three

slaves, but only two hands, how can I lead you on a tour?" he asked

himself. After a moment he lined us up in a column. Since Carrie wasn't

wearing a belt, she had to be in front. He put Helen right behind

Carrie, then took Carrie's hands and pulled them back until he could

hook her index finger into a D-ring in Helen's belt. "Don't let go," he

said. Then he put me behind Helen, and hooked her finger into the D-ring

at the front of my belt. "Don't let go," he said again, patting Helen on

her shoulder. She nodded her head. I leaned forward and kissed Helen on

her back, and she turned her head around far enough that I could see her

silently mouth the words, "I love you." She didn't seem so afraid, like

she had been upstairs.

I assumed that William led Carrie by her labia, although I obviously

couldn't see that. As soon as we started walking, it became a comedy of

errors, with me kicking Helen and Helen kicking Carrie. William saw what

was happening and stopped Carrie. He stood beside us and explained that,

because we were so close together, we had to walk in lock step. He told

us that he would say "walk" to start us moving, and we would each lead

with our left foot. "After that, it's simple," he said. "If you're

kicking the person in front of you, just take shorter steps. We'll take

our time and walk slowly."

Things worked much smoother after that. William took us on a clockwise

tour of the room, starting with the slave bed. Whenever we stopped, I

either rested my forehead on Helen's back, or else occasionally kissed

her. I could tell she was relaxing more and more.

At the bed, William took his time, explaining to Helen how the slave was

restrained, and how the bed could be adjusted to just about any

position. Our next stop was the Master's area, and then we moved on to

the ritual sex area. There, William asked Carrie to demonstrate to Helen

how the bars were used. She took her position bent over the bars, and

William walked up behind her. Running his hands lightly over her ass and

thighs, William said, "At the organization's training room, this is

where Carrie and I first had sex, and where we began a love affair that

will never end." Carrie came so hard that she cried out, and I heard

Helen gasp in surprise.

William stood Carrie up and took her in his arms. He held her quietly

for a minute, and at the same time I was kissing Helen all over her

back, everywhere I could reach. Helen sighed several times, and I could

feel her body trembling. Finally, William pretended to restrain Carrie's

wrists again, then put her back into position at the head of our column.

He quickly finished the tour, going first to the toilet area, then the

punishment stage, then to the learning machine, which he didn't explain

at all. I was glad of that, I never wanted to see Helen in that horrible

thing. I never wanted to be put in it again either. I had never been in

Carrie's version, but I had spent countless hours in the organization's

machine, and I hated it. I still couldn't understand why Carrie had gone

to a lot of trouble to duplicate such an evil device.

William announced that the tour was over, and that we were under

informal speech rules. He also unfastened our wrists, but left the

manacles on. He then asked Helen if she had any questions. With her eyes

downcast, she said softly, "I would like to know what it feels like to

be restrained in the bed, if that's Ok."

William smiled. "I thought you might. Of course it's Ok." He held out a

hand, Helen put her hand in his, and he took her to the bed. Along the

way, William said, "To make your experience more realistic, you're back

under formal speech rules, Helen." She looked at William and nodded her

head.

After reattaching Helen's wrists behind her back, William carefully

backed her up to the bed. He attached her ankles to the bed, then lifted

her arms over the waist pad and fastened her belt to it. Finally, he

pressed her into the wraparound backrest and loosely fastened the straps

above and below her breasts. After adjusting the headrest, he asked her

if she was ready to be rotated. Helen looked concerned, but she nodded

that she was ready.

William slowly rotated the bed until it was almost horizontal. As the

bed rotated, it forced Helen's legs to bend as if she were sitting, and

to spread apart. William fastened the straps just below her knees, so

that her lower legs were completely immobilized, then he tightened the

breast straps and gently tugged at her breasts until they were as high

and pointed as they would get. After fastening a strap across her

forehead, he attached the ropes to her wrists, pulled her arms down

toward the floor, and tied the ropes to the frame of the bed.

William walked up to the head of the bed and looked down at Helen. she

gave him a faint smile. "Informal speech, Slave, tell your Master how

you feel."

Helen said, "I feel like I'm completely under your control and at your

mercy, Master... It's not an unpleasant feeling. But honestly, if I

didn't trust you, I would be terrified right now."

William said, "You can trust me, Helen. This is your last chance to say

No, otherwise you're about to receive your your first orgasm from me."

She was quiet for a long time, then Helen said, "William... Master, I

remember what Carrie told me last weekend. Every orgasm I've had since I

first met the three of you, and I've had many, I was given by you. I'm

eager to have my next one, whenever you choose to give it to me." When

Helen said that, Carrie took my hand in hers and squeezed it. I was very

proud of Helen, we all were.

William spent a few minutes kissing Helen while he played with her

breasts. Then he asked me to take over those duties, while he went to

the other end of the bed. I didn't need to watch William, I knew what he

was going to do, so I concentrated on Helen. What William did was spend

a few more minutes kissing and caressing Helen's inner thighs, then he

began kissing her pussy and nibbling at her labia with his lips and

teeth. When she was very wet, he moved his mouth to her clit, while

continuing to stimulate her pussy with his fingers. At one point he

probably pushed a wet finger into her ass, and that was probably the

point where she squealed and bit my lip.

Helen was frustrated by being totally restrained. she kept trying to

move her head to participate in the kissing, but she couldn't do it, so

eventually she just relaxed her body completely. In no time she was

moaning and whimpering, and in another few minutes she had a strong

orgasm. William didn't stop, or even slow down, and neither did I. We

took her to three more orgasms, one right after the other. Finally she

started trying to speak, so I took my mouth off of hers. "Please," she

said, "it's wonderful, but I can't take any more right now. May I please

have a few minutes to rest?"

William stopped what he was doing and walked back up to Helen's head.

Leaning down, he gave me a deep kiss, letting me share the taste of

Helen on his lips and tongue. Then he put his hand to the side of

Helen's face and looked down at her, smiling. "Let's stop for now, but

I'm far from finished with you," he said.

Helen looked at me, and then back at William. Softly, she asked, "Don't

you want to fuck me?"

"Of course I do," William said. "I've wanted to fuck you since you

walked into our hotel suite and dropped your dress to the floor. But

there's no rush, we'll get around to everything on the agenda before you

leave."

William released one of Helen's wrists, then he put my hand in hers.

"Stay here with your lover, and bring her back down gently," he said. He

then took Carrie by her hand and walked over to the bars. I watched as

she leaned over the bars and he began caressing her ass and thighs. I

knew he was going to fuck her ass.

I turned my attention back to Helen. Still holding her hand, I released

the strap that had immobilized her head. "How are you, Beautiful?" I

asked.

Helen said, "I'm in love with you, Beautiful. But I'm feeling guilty

that I can get so excited by Carrie and William, I feel like I'm

betraying you."

"You're not betraying me," I said. "I love watching you when you're

turned on, it makes you even more beautiful and sexy. I'd like to tie

you up, and keep you just short of an orgasm for a couple of days. I bet

you'd be too beautiful for mortals like me to look at, it would probably

blind me or something."

Helen's eyes got big. "You want to tie me up?" she asked.

I smiled down at her. "I was just speculating out loud, developing a

theory. Would you like me to tie you up?"

Helen had a devilish grin on her face. "What would you do to me after I

was tied up."

This was fun. I said, "Well that should be obvious, I'd do anything I

wanted to. I could make you eat my pussy until I passed out from orgasm

overdose. Or I could make you cum from just being tickled. Or I could

make you confess all the wicked things you've ever done, and then give

you a spanking for each one of them. Or I could bring in a tattoo

artist, and have my name tattooed on your breasts, your ass, and right

above your pussy."

She said, "You can do anything you want to me, Char, anything at all. I

want to be yours, your lover, your ... your wife, I don't know what to

call it. I want to be with you from now on."

I'd just been proposed to.