I was still thinking about it when William walked into the room. He

grinned, looking at my crotch. I had forgotten about the strap-on, I

eased off the bed and removed it. He walked around to the other side of

the bed, looking down at Carrie and Helen. "What happened to them?" he

whispered.

I said, "Helen's exhausted from coming too many times. Carrie's

exhausted from her spanking, plus she supported Helen's weight for a

long time, while I butt-fucked her with the dildo."

"You won the battle, you're the last one standing," he said.

I said, "We had fun, we just went at it for a little too long. Helen

never had anything up her ass before, except a few different fingers.

Hers, yours, and some other guy's, to hear her tell it. She really got

off on the dildo, she loved it."

William said, "I'm really sorry for what I did to Helen. It seemed like

a good way to put her in touch with herself, but it was stupid. I'm

sorry."

I smiled at him. "Carrie told me it was her idea. It's Ok... When we

take her home Sunday night ... I'm staying with her for awhile. Maybe

forever." So much for trying to find the right words.

"I thought you would," he said.

"Aren't you going to forbid it, or try to talk me out of it?"

He smiled. "No to number one. To number two, would I be able to talk you

out of it? I think it's unlikely, so I'm going to treat you like the

adult you are, and let you make your own decisions. It's what we

promised you we'd do, when you first came here. We'll support whatever

you decide."

I felt hands on my shoulders. Carrie was behind me. "Is our fledgling

leaving the nest?" she asked. William nodded. "You're going to let us

come and visit, right?" Carrie asked, concern in her voice.

I turned around and hugged her. "I want you to come and visit. Every

day, if you want. I love you both, I'm not trying to get away from you.

I just need to be with Helen and not be a slave, and find out if we have

a future."

"But we don't know if it's safe for you, Sweetie," Carrie said. "At

least there's some protection here. Out there, you're vulnerable."

"We don't know it's not safe, Carrie," I said. "Helen has changed

everything, I have to get on with my life. I'm taking one of your

pistols, if you'll let me. I'm not ever going to be Arthur's slave

again, so if he finds me, one of us will die. Either way, I'll be free

of him."

"Char," William said. I turned back to face him. "As a favor to me,

would you please wait one more week? We'll take another trip into town

next weekend. When we're ready to come home, you can choose to stay with

Helen, or come back with us. Meanwhile, you and Helen can talk on the

phone every night. Will you do that for me?"

I smiled. "Of course I will, William. Just please don't spend the week

trying to change my mind."

"We're not going to try to change your mind, Char," Carrie said.

"William just wants you to think about it, and make sure this is what

you really want to do. Because there are other options, like visits each

weekend. You also need to consider that Helen has a job. You'd be alone

all day while she was at work."

Score one for Carrie, that hadn't occurred to me. "I'll think about it,

I promise," I said.

It was half past five. William said he would delay dinner until seven,

and he and Carrie would be in the living room. I said I would stay with

Helen. After they left, I sat on the edge of the bed beside Helen. "Are

you really moving in with me? What changed your mind?" she asked quietly.

I said, "I told you I would come and stay with you when it was safe.

It'll never be safe, so I've decided to start living my life the way I

want to live it." Looking at her, I asked, "Are you sure it's what you

want?"

Helen took my hand and pulled me down beside her. Looking into my eyes,

she said, "I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Carrie did have one good point, though," I told her. "What can I do

during the day, while you're at work?"

"Anything you want to," she said, "There's a library nearby, there's

shopping, movies, parks. You can use my car and go anywhere you want,

you could even come here and spend the day with Carrie and William a few

days a week. Or you could get a job of your own." I told her I didn't

know how to drive, and I didn't know how to do any job except be a sex

slave. She put her arm around me and pulled me close. "We'll figure out

something. All that matters is being together. I'll teach you to drive.

I'll help you find a job. I'll do anything, just be with me. We'll move

to a smaller apartment, so both of us can get by on my salary."

I smiled at her. "I'll have to talk things over with Carrie before I'm

sure, but I think I can assure you that money is one problem we won't be

having. In fact, it's very likely that I can support you in style, you

could quit your job."

Helen looked at me for a long moment. Finally she said, "Wow, when you

jump into something, you go all the way, don't you? Now it's my turn to

say we shouldn't move so fast. I assume you're telling me that you or

Carrie, or both of you, have money. But I like my job, I don't know if

I'd be happy not working. Let's take our time, talk everything through,

and make smart decisions, Ok?" I nodded and kissed her.

We lay together quietly for awhile, then I asked her if she was Ok, if

she was ready to get of bed. She said, "I'm not exhausted like I was,

but I feel kind of fragile." She looked at me, then looked away. "Char,

I'm afraid I'm going to start having orgasms again. It seems like I'm

right on the verge of coming, just lying here. That's not normal, is it?"

I resisted the urge to smile. She was having vivid memories of her

intense experience. "No, that's not normal," I said. "We did too much,

your nervous system overloaded a bit. Let's lie here for awhile, I think

the feeling will fade."

"Char, I loved what you and Carrie did for me," she said. "It was

absolutely the most mind-blowing experience I've ever had. I don't know

how long I came, but it seemed like it would go on forever. I was

overwhelmed. You're right that I overloaded, but I loved it. I can never

thank the two of you properly."

I smiled. "I think we can come up with a few ways for you to thank us."

I looked over at the strap-on harness, laying on the other side of the

bed. "Did you ever wonder what it was like to have a dick?" She laughed

softly.

A moment later, Helen said, "Char, you told me it would hurt, but I

never felt the least bit of pain. Everything felt wonderful."

I grinned. "Are you complaining?" I reached out and gently pinched one

of her nipples. "There's the pain I promised you, want some more?"

She laughed again. "No, no, that's enough, thank you very much." Then

she got serious. "The point I was trying to make was, you're a

wonderful, gentle lover. You did things to me that normally cause pain,

and all I felt was pleasure." She kissed me tenderly, then whispered,

"You're my perfect lover. I'm glad I saved my cherry for you."

We had said all there was to say for the time being. We began kissing.

softly at first, but soon with increasing passion. After a minute or

two, I was starting to get pretty hot, and I could tell that Helen was,

too. Pulling my lips away from hers, I said, "We should wait awhile,

you're still tired from what we did before." I slid off of the bid, then

took Helen's hand and gently pulled. "Get up, let's go find Carrie and

William, and see what we're missing. I'll bet they're fucking under the

tree." Helen laughed, then slowly got to the edge of the bed and stood

up.

When she was on her feet, I asked, "Ok?" She smiled at me and nodded.

"Do you still feel like you're about to cum?"

She grinned. "No, I just feel like I was fucked half to death by two

beautiful, sexy women. I never knew what that felt like, and now I do.

It was wonderful beyond belief." She took my hand, looked into my eyes,

and said, "Seriously, Char, I'll never forget it, it was beautiful."

"Be sure you tell Carrie how you feel," I said, "she did the hardest

part, and right after a hard spanking. It took a lot out of her."

"Let's go find her, I'll tell her right now," Helen said.

I hadn't expected to find them under the tree, but I did expect to find

them fucking. I was surprised to find William sitting alone on the

couch. He was still naked, as were Helen and I. "Where's Carrie?" I

asked him.

"She's in the office, making some phone calls," he said. I started

walking toward the office. Helen was following me, until William said,

"Helen, would you please stay here with me?" She looked at me, and I

told her with a grin to obey her master. She walked around the couch and

sat down beside William.

As I got to the office door, I heard Carrie's angry voice. "I don't give

as shit, Philip, I want him dead. If you can't handle it, I'll get

someone who can."

I said her name softly. She looked up at me, and the angry expression on

her face softened and faded. "I have to go now, Philip," she said to the

phone. "Just find him. I want him dead or in jail in a week, or I'll

start looking for other ways. Please... Philip? I'm sorry I'm so upset,

but we're out of time, she's moving next weekend... No, we're not going

to stop her, we're going to help her... I know you're trying. I love

you. Bye." She hung up the phone. "I asked William to keep you away, I

didn't want you to hear that," she said.

"I guess he thought I should hear it," I said. "Carrie, I don't know

very much about the law, but I think you just broke a big one."

"I did, you're right. But there's an intercom line between here and

Philip's house. It wasn't a public call, nobody could have heard it but

him and you."

"I didn't hear anything, I got here just as you hung up the phone," I

said. "But I don't want you to get in trouble trying to help me. Please

be careful."

She started picking up some papers from the desk, they looked like notes

in her handwriting. "Before I talked to Philip, I called Mr. Bishop,"

she said. I didn't place the name right away. "You remember the lawyer

Philip brought to see us, the morning I had to sign all of the papers?"

I nodded.

Carrie looked up at me, then continued. "Sweetie, you can't live out in

the world without ID and money, so Mr. Bishop is taking care of it for

us. In about a week, you'll have ATM and credit cards, and a checking

account at a bank in Albuquerque. Helen's address will be on your

checks, but all the credit card bills will go directly to Mr. Bishop's

accountants, you'll never see them. I also have an address in town where

you can go and get a picture ID made. I made sure Bishop understood that

there are no limits on your funds or your credit." She smiled, a very

tired smile. "I'm sure I've overlooked something, but when we figure out

what it is, I'll make it right," she said.

I was overwhelmed, I couldn't have spoken even if I'd known what to say.

I ran around the desk and sat in her lap and hugged her tightly.

Eventually I was able to sob a "Thank you."

I sat in Carrie's lap for a long time, quietly hugging her. Finally she

asked me what I wanted to do for the rest of the weekend. She said she

was sure William would agree to knock off the master/slave stuff if I

wanted to. I thought about it, and I almost said Yes. But finally, I

said, "One reason Helen came was to find out what our lives are like.

Other than the one rough spot during your spanking, I think she's

enjoying herself. Let's give her the rest of the weekend, let William do

whatever he wants." I couldn't help laughing when I realized what I had

said, "let our Master do what he wants."

We walked arm-in-arm back to the living room. Helen and William were

sitting side by side on the couch, chatting away about something. Helen

seemed totally unconscious of the fact that she was naked, sitting next

to a naked man. In less than a day, she had adjusted to situations she

probably hadn't imagined before.

"Good news, Char," William said, winking at me, "Helen's a good cook."

"I suppose he told you I can't cook at all," I said to Helen.

"He said you were learning fast, and getting better every day," she

said. "And I told him I would help you to get even better still." I

leaned over the back of the couch, gave her a peck on her cheek, and

told her I looked forward to her help.

William told us dinner was on him, then left for the kitchen. Carrie and

I both stretched out on the couch on our backs, with our heads touching

in Helen's lap. She was running her fingers through our hair, and

thanking Carrie for helping her have a ten minute orgasm, when William

returned with a bottle of wine and three glasses. I half expected a

comment about hot lesbian action, but he was able to resist. He poured

out three glasses on the coffee table, told us dinner was half an hour

away, then went back to the kitchen.

Helen said that we hadn't gotten to do a real three-way, because she

hogged all the pleasure during our time together. "It's only Friday

afternoon, I promise there'll be a three-way before you leave," Carrie

said.

"That's good, Carrie, because I remember our hour together last weekend,

and I want more," Helen said. "Can we do it tonight?"

Carrie hesitated for a moment, then she said, "I think William already

has plans for you tonight, Helen."

"Oh, my," she said, then quickly added, "Well, Ok then, we'll do it some

other time."

"I think Helen has an itch that needs scratching," I said.

She slapped me lightly on my forehead. When I looked up at her face, she

was looking down at me, a very slight smile on her lips. "Do you mind?"

she asked.

"No, I don't mind. I'd like to be there with you, but either way I don't

mind."

"I want you to be there, will William allow that?" Helen asked.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure he'll agree to that," Carrie said. I understood

what she meant, she would make sure William agreed.

Carrie and I were still lying with our heads in Helen's lap when William

came to get us for dinner. He was dressed in slacks and a sport shirt. I

didn't want to move, I was in heaven with Helen running her fingers

through my hair and gently scratching my scalp with her fingernails.

When I felt Carrie start to move, I reluctantly sat up, then got to my

feet and offered Helen my hand. As she was standing, I looked over at

Carrie. She gave me a cheerful look and a smile, but I could tell she

was still tired. We each picked up our wine glass, I grabbed the bottle,

and we went to the dining room.

We had a pleasant dinner. William let us sit in our chairs, even thought

we were naked. We talked about our day while we ate. We all wanted Helen

to give us her true impressions of everything that had happened. I knew

she had been upset or scared by some of what had happened, but she

refused to say anything negative at all. She even said that what William

did to her during Carrie's spanking was a positive experience, although

she admitted that it was painful at the time. To his credit, William

apologized again for what he had done; and to her credit, Carrie

admitted to Helen that it had been her idea. Carrie told Helen that

there could have been any number of things that got her excited during

the spanking, including sitting on William's lap, and that Helen didn't

seem to be the kind of person that enjoyed seeing others in pain. Coming

from Carrie, I think that helped Helen to accept the event as nothing

but a big mistake. I hoped so, since I still thought of it as a dirty

trick to play on someone I cared about.

When we had finished with dinner, Carrie suggested we open a second

bottle of wine and move to the living room. William said he was promised

a lingerie fashion show, so he would get the wine while we three

adjourned to the bedroom. I asked what we should wear. He said, "Carrie

knows what I want her to wear, you and Helen wear something similar."

Carrie and I both knew what he wanted her to wear, her floor-length,

backless, sheer black gown.

To wear the gown William had in mind, Carrie would have had to wear high

heels, to keep from stepping on the hem. But Carrie and I had a new pair

of matching gowns of the same style, which we had bought on the

internet, that were actually ankle length, so we could wear them and

remain barefooted. We put those on, and Helen put on the sheer nightgown

she had brought. Helen's gown did touch the floor slightly, but she

could walk in it without tripping herself. I took a few minutes brushing

Helen's hair, then Carrie's, we each put on a little lipstick, and then

we stood side by side and appraised ourselves. Carrie's gown was black,

mine was powder blue, and Helen's was plum.

"Perfect?" Carrie asked.

"I'd say so," Helen answered.

"Definitely," I echoed.

When we entered the living room, William's eyes popped out. "Wow," he

whispered, then he had each of us turn all the way around. "I'm the

luckiest man in the world tonight," he said.

"Before we get into how lucky you are, may we open the Christmas

presents?" Carrie asked. William agreed, so we all gathered around the

lighted tree and sat on the floor. William asked Helen to do the honors,

so she picked up her two presents. As she handed one to me, and one to

Carrie, she said she hoped they were something we would like. Then she

added that Carrie's present was for William, also. We all thanked her,

then William asked her to see who the final present was for.

Helen said, "I wonder," then she picked up the present and read the card

I had written, which said, "Merry Christmas, Helen. I hope we have many

Christmases together." When she finished reading it, she took my head in

her hands and gave me a tender kiss. "I hope so, too, beautiful girl"

she whispered.

William told Helen to open her present first. When she saw the two

photographs in matching frames, she was overjoyed. "This one," she said,

holding up the picture where we were dressed up, "is for the living

room, and this one," laughing and holding the one where we were naked,

"goes in the bedroom, on my nightstand." Then she looked at me and

corrected herself, "I mean 'our' nightstand." She said she liked the

pictures a lot, and thanked us all.

Helen asked Carrie to open her present next. It was also a photograph in

a frame. It was one of the pictures of Helen, taken the night she won

the Miss New Mexico title. "I had to call nearly everyone I knew, but I

was determined to find that picture for you," Helen said. She had signed

the picture with the words, "To my Master and my First Lady, I'll never

forget you. Thank you for accepting me into your world." Carrie and

William both kissed Helen and thanked her. Carrie said the 'First Lady'

part was clever, it worked on several levels. She showed me the picture,

it was a beautiful picture of Helen, looking only a few years younger. I

told her she had gotten even more beautiful since the picture was taken,

causing her to blush a little.

Finally, I opened my present. It was a gold bracelet, with an adjustable

chain fastener. Helen said I could adjust it as my weight returned to

normal, or the chain should be long enough that I could wear it on my

ankle if I wanted to. The inscription had Helen's first name and mine,

with two interlocking hearts between our names. I got tears in my eyes

when I saw the inscription. Holding my hand, Helen said, "I was so

embarrassed when I told the jeweler what inscription I wanted, I'll have

to get used to being a lesbian in public."

"We're not going to be one of those 'in your face' lesbian couples," I

said, "but yes, we'll both have to get used to being lovers in public."

I kissed her, then added, "We'll learn to do it together, we can do

anything together." She kissed me again and nodded her head. I held out

the bracelet, and Helen put it on my wrist. I saw her look at my wedding

ring while she was attaching the bracelet. I almost asked her what she

was thinking, but I decided that was a discussion we should have another

time.

We moved from the floor to the couch, sipping our wine and talking.

After awhile, William got up and turned on the radio. Then he returned

to the couch, held out his hand to Helen, and asked her to dance. When

Helen stood up and went with William, I slid over next to Carrie and

rested my head on her shoulder. She turned her head and kissed my

forehead. "I had gotten used to thinking of you as both my little sister

and my lover," she said softly, "but now I also feel like you're my

child, leaving home for the first time. I want you to live your life

however you want to, but I also want you to be safe. I'm very worried

about you leaving here."

"It's time, Carrie," I told her. "This is the right thing for me to do.

In my heart, I'm not leaving you and William, I hope you can understand

that. Somehow, we're always going to be together, that's what I want."

"I hope you're right, Sweetie," Carrie said. "You make William and I

complete, it won't be the same without you."

"Won't it be like it was before I came here?" I asked.

She took my hand in hers. "Of course not, Char. We didn't know you then,

I didn't know I even had a sister. Now, we love you and we think of you

as our partner, and we hope you feel the same about us. We're going to

miss you tremendously, I hope you're right that we can still be

together, at least some of the time." She paused, then squeezed my hand.

"I'm going to have a long talk with William about moving up the time

when we give up the D/s stuff. If we're just a middle-aged married

couple, maybe you and Helen can come back and live with us."

"Don't do that, Carrie," I said. "Even I know you're not ready for that

yet. We both know William has a plan, although he won't talk about it.

Let's trust him do it his way, don't rush into it just to be with me.

I'll only be thirty miles away."

We sat quietly for awhile, listening to the music. I looked around at

the dancers, and saw that Helen had her arms around William's neck, and

they were kissing. He was caressing her breast with one hand. They were

barely dancing, mostly just swaying back and forth. I watched them for a

few moments, then Carrie looked around at them. "Don't worry about

that," she said. "You already knew he intended to fuck Helen tonight,

and she wants him to. He's not trying to steal your girl."

I said, "I know, but it's the ... what's it called? The green-eyed

monster, I feel jealous. I guess I need practice controlling my

emotions, I had to bottle them up for so long, I don't know how to

handle them sometimes."

Carrie was quiet for a long moment, then she said, "Like when you

grabbed me by the throat and pushed your knee into my pussy?"

I turned to look at her. "Yes, like that. I'm very sorry that happened.

I just kept getting madder and madder, out of all proportion to the

situation. For a few minutes, I was boiling over with rage inside."

Carrie said, "Next week, I'm going to ask William to have you flog me.

He won't be with us when it happens. I want you to flog me until I can't

take it any more, until I have to beg you to stop. Then we can put it

behind us."

"Don't do that," I said. "I'll flog you, but I don't need to 'get even'

with you, and I don't want to make you beg. My anger was way out of

proportion to what happened on the picnic hill. All I want and need is

your forgiveness."

"William and I were wrong to do what we did, Char, but we did it out of

carelessness, not because we wanted to trick you. I want to make it up

to you. But the reason I brought it up is, I'm worried about what might

happen when you're away from here, out in public or at home with Helen.

I want you to consider counseling, to help you get in touch with your

anger and learn to control it."

I thought Carrie might be right, that I should try counseling. I told

her that, and said I would probably do just that. She smiled and kissed

me, then said, "Enough talk about that, come and dance with me." I stood

up, took Carrie's hand, and helped her off of the couch. She pulled her

hand back from mine, then reached behind her neck with both hands. In a

moment her gown slid down her body to the floor, then she put her hand

back in mine. "Let's see if we can make them jealous," she said softly.