"You can still change your mind, Helen," I said. "Just tell William you

don't want a spanking, and I'll take your place. I'm used to it, and

you're not, let me do it."

"Please, Char," she said. "I need to know what it's like, I want to do

it."

William said, "She's made her decision, Char." Then he asked, "Helen, do

you remember the safe word you chose?"

"Yes, Sir. It's 'orange'," she said softly.

William said, "I don't expect you to use your safe word, Helen. It's

only a spanking, Carrie won't use anything except the palms of her

hands. It will hurt, and you'll want me to stop it long before I do, but

you can stand it to the end. If you really want the experience, don't

use your safe word, do you understand?"

"Yes, William, I understand, I'll do my very best," Helen said. William

nodded at Carrie to begin.

We were all impressed with the way Helen took her spanking. When Carrie

first started spanking her, Helen's body jerked with each slap. But

after a few slaps on each cheek, she began anticipating the contact and

remained perfectly still. For the next few minutes, her face showed no

reaction, other than a slight frown and a set to her jaw.

After about five minutes, tears were pooled in Helen's eyes, and her

breathing was coming in short gasps. Soon her tears began running down

her cheeks. About ten minutes into the spanking she sobbed for the first

time, but after a few sobs she seemed to pull herself together. She

didn't make another sound until the spanking ended, other than the

ragged gasps of her breathing.

When it became apparent that Helen wasn't going to give William any

dramatic reactions to the spanking, I worried that he would continue the

spanking longer than he should. He didn't do that though, he told Carrie

to stop at about the fifteen minute mark, a little less than the time he

usually gave Carrie and I when we spanked one another. When William

announced that the spanking was finished, Helen finally broke down and

began crying and sobbing and calling my name.

William quickly released Helen's wrists, ankles, and waist from the

bars. As soon as she could, Helen ran to me, wrapped her arms around me,

and told me she loved me. We stood hugging and kissing one another for a

long time, until William said, "Char, I give control of Helen to you and

Carrie until lunch. Take good care of her."

I looked over Helen's shoulder at Carrie. She smiled at me and said,

"That's quite a woman you've got there, little Sister. Let's get her

upstairs and on the bed." Carrie was impressed. I smiled at her and

nodded my head.

We all went upstairs to the mural room, where William removed Helen's

belt and manacles. Then he left us, saying he would call us when lunch

was ready, in about two hours. I led Helen to the bed and had her lay on

her stomach. She had stopped crying, but she still moaned occasionally.

In a moment, Carrie came from the bathroom with a damp washcloth and

spread it over Helen's bright red cheeks. When the cool cloth contacted

her skin, Helen sighed and thanked Carrie.

While I climbed onto the bed beside Helen and began kissing her neck and

shoulders, Carrie knelt on the floor and took Helen's hand. "I hope you

don't hate me for what I did," Carrie said.

Helen turned her head and looked into Carrie's eyes for a moment. "Of

course I don't hate you," she said. "Actually, I feel ... I don't know,

maybe 'submissive' is the word. I feel like I should be under your

control now, and not just because William gave me to you. I want you to

control me. Is that normal?"

Carrie smiled. "Char and I feel like that all the time, so we don't

notice it, but I guess it's a normal reaction. Don't worry, I'll only

control you in ways you'll enjoy."

Helen laughed. "I know I can trust all of you, so have at it, control me

any way you please ... Mistress Carrie." She turned her head and looked

at me. "You, too, Mistress Char, my love."

Carrie and I lay on either side of Helen, kissing and caressing her

face, shoulders, and back, for several minutes, and gradually her moans

of pain had turned to moans of pleasure. Finally she said, "Are we just

going to lay here until lunch?" We laughed. I asked her if she was ready

to try the strap-on, and she eagerly agreed.

I put the strap-on harness around Helen's waist, being careful of her

red butt cheeks. After slipping a large dildo into the harness, I took

her to the mirror so she could see how she looked with a dick. Looking

at the red dildo, she said, "Well, it's not my favorite skin color,

although it probably matches my ass right now." I couldn't help

giggling. Helen was becoming less self-conscious, and she was trying

very hard to be as casual about everything as Carrie and I.

Carrie was lying on her back on the bed. "Did you ever wonder what it

was like to fuck someone in the missionary position?" she asked Helen.

Smiling, Helen climbed onto the bed and knelt between Carrie's legs. I

thought she was going to push the dildo into Carrie right away, but I

should have known better. She began lightly stroking Carrie's inner

thighs with her fingers, smiling down at her and telling Carrie how

beautiful she was. After a minute, she leaned down and began kissing

Carrie's thighs, slowly approaching her pussy with her lips. I could

tell that Carrie was loving it. Carrie, William and I usually saved our

tenderness for after sex, preferring at the beginning to get right into

the fucking, so tender foreplay was a special treat.

I crawled onto the bed and began kissing Carrie's face and caressing her

breasts. Carrie reached out her left arm and began playing with my pussy

lips with her fingers. After a few minutes, Carrie started asking Helen

to fuck her. She was hamming it up, saying things she never said to

William or I, "Put your big cock deep in my pussy, I need you to fill me

up," stuff like that. Helen was having a hard time keeping a straight

face. Finally I told her to start fucking Carrie so she would shut up.

We all laughed at that.

Helen took her cock in her hand and positioned its head at Carrie's

pussy. She looked at me and asked, "Shouldn't we use some kind of

lubrication?"

"That's Ok," Carrie said. "I'm starting to lubricate, and I like a

little dry fucking at the beginning. It'll be fine, just push it in."

Helen moved her hips forward slowly, pushing the dildo into Carrie's

pussy. Carrie sighed and smiled up at Helen. "Lie down on top of me,"

she said. "Make me feel your weight while you fuck me hard." That wasn't

acting, that was Carrie saying what she wanted.

Helen wasn't used to the hip thrusts required to operate a dick, but she

soon caught on and established a rhythm. Carrie held Helen's head in her

hands and smothered her in kisses, pausing occasionally to tell her what

a great fucker she was, or to ask her to go faster and harder. I knelt

beside them, kissing Helen and running my hands lightly over her back,

and even more lightly over her ass, which had cooled from bright red to

pink.

Carrie knew that Helen was starting to tire, and she wanted me to have

my chance, so she came, arching her back so suddenly that it startled

Helen. After Carrie's orgasm peaked, she put her arms around Helen,

hugged and kissed her, and thanked her for a wonderful fuck. While Helen

rested on top of Carrie for a few minutes, I continued kissing her and

running my hands over her body, then I told her it was my turn, and I

wanted her to fuck me in my ass.

Helen and I went to the bathroom. After turning on the shower, I

liberally coated Helen's dildo with lubricating gel, then took her into

the shower. After we kissed and groped for awhile under the shower, I

turned and pressed my breasts and stomach to the wall of the shower,

then tilted my hips to give her a straight shot up my ass. As Helen

pressed the tip of the dildo against my asshole, I said, "Remember how

good this felt when I did it to you. Now you're giving me the same

pleasure, my love." Helen kissed the back of my neck, then told me she

loved me as she slid the dildo into my ass.

Helen fucked my ass slowly for about ten minutes. It seemed like she

could guess what I wanted before I asked for it. She had one hand on my

breast, rolling my nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Her other

hand was on my pussy, rubbing my labia and occasionally brushing my

clit. I had cum twice, and I was about to ask her to pull out of my ass

so I could turn around. I heard her start to moan and gasp, and I looked

over my shoulder to see Carrie behind her. I couldn't see what Carrie

was doing, but it was definitely having an effect, and soon Helen came

with a shriek that was so loud it hurt my ears.

When William found us some time later, we had abandoned the strap-on,

and the three of us were lying in a writhing mass under the shower. This

time William didn't resist. "I never tire of watching these lesbian

orgies," he said, "but lunch is on the table. You have fifteen minutes

to dry off and present yourselves in the dining room." As he was walking

out of the bathroom, he added a word, "Naked."

We barely met the deadline. With two full heads of hair to dry, and only

one hair dryer, it was a challenge. While Helen used the hair dryer on

Carrie, I did my best to towel dry her hair, then the two of them traded

places and I began brushing Carrie's hair. When we presented in the

dining room, Carrie's hair was still damp, but it looked Ok, at least

good enough to pass William's inspection.

William made us kneel in our chairs for lunch, another new experience

for Helen. We made small talk while we ate. Finally, William asked Helen

how she felt about her spanking. "I didn't hate it," she said. "I

thought I would, but I didn't. I was never scared, because you've all

made me feel that I can trust you not to harm me. It hurt, of course,

but there was also a feeling that I was learning something." She smiled,

then added, "I'm not sure what it was I learned, though."

William was silent for a few moments, then he said, "Maybe you learned a

little about the one you love, and the others she loves." Helen smiled

and lowered her eyes, then she nodded her agreement.

A moment later, Helen looked up and met William's gaze. "I also learned

that I enjoy being under someone else's control," she said. "I like

being under your control, William, and I also liked being dominated by

Carrie while she spanked me, and then later when she and Char had

control of me. I'm not saying I want to be a slave, but I did enjoy the

feeling of surrender."

William smiled. "I don't think you want to be a slave, either," he said.

"But we're very pleased that you're making this weekend a positive

experience. You could just as easily have made it an unpleasant time for

all of us. For myself, and my slaves, I thank you for your trust in us,

and your willingness to accept our lifestyle."

Helen blushed. She said, "And I thank you and your slaves... your other

two slaves, for giving me this wonderful opportunity, for making me feel

safe while scaring me a little, and for accepting me into your lives.

I'll always cherish the memory of this weekend." It was almost a group

hug moment, but we settled for joining hands around the table.

We talked awhile about trivial matters, then William announced that

Carrie would make an ascent of the picnic hill after lunch. I was hoping

for that, I really wanted Helen to see it.

After cleaning up the lunch mess and starting the dishwasher, we all

adjourned to the bedroom to begin preparations for the climb. Helen

wanted to know what we were doing, but William said it would better if

she experienced it first, then we would answer her questions later. He

sent us all to gather the stuff that would be attached to Carrie's

backpack. Helen went with me, and we soon returned with a full canteen

of water and two blankets. Carrie had the backpack frame and her

manacles.

While Helen and I dressed one another in jeans, sweater, and walking

shoes, William helped Carrie into her rubber leotard and shoes. Then we

all went into the bathroom, so Helen could watch William tie the dental

floss loops around Carrie's nipples. Back in the bedroom, Helen helped

me attach the blankets, canteen, and Carrie's survival kit to the

backpack frame with bungee cords, while Carrie dressed William for the

trail.

When it all came together, and Carrie stood in the middle of the bedroom

wearing the backpack, her manacled wrists attached to the rear of the

backpack frame, reins attached to her nipples, blindfolded and wearing

earplugs, Helen was speechless. I couldn't help laughing at the

expression on her face. "Put your coat on, it's time to go outside," I

told her with a big grin.

When we were ready, William handed me the reins. "You take the first

half," he said, giving me a chance to show off for Helen. As I drove

Carrie through the house to the back door, Helen kept saying how amazing

and strange it was. William told her to wait until we were at the top of

the hill, then she would have a better appreciation for what a challenge

it was for Carrie, and how well she was able to perform.

"But why?" Helen asked. William just smiled at her.

When we got outside, I could feel the cold right away. I knew it was

going to be a challenging climb for Carrie. William and I had both

learned that Carrie would go as fast as she could in really cold

weather, but she never went faster than her abilities would allow, so we

never tried to slow her down. She was moving very fast, and that told me

she was very cold, in spite of her rubber suit.

Before we were out of sight of the house, William turned back. "Keep

going, I'll catch up," he said, as he ran back to the house. About five

minutes later he rejoined us, carrying Carrie's heaviest coat and a pair

of her jeans. When I pointed out that she already carried a pair of

jeans in her survival kit, William held up the pair he had fetched.

"These are a loose fit, she can get them on over the leotard." I told

him I hadn't realized he had such a sense for clothes, but he just

grinned, then told me to shut up and concentrate on my job.

At the halfway point, William handed Carrie's coat and jeans to Helen,

then took the reins from me. Carrie knew right away that her Master was

now driving, she gave him a whinny of greeting. I smiled, knowing that

she couldn't be hurting too much from the cold if her sense of humor was

still working. By that time, Helen had gotten over the strangeness of

the situation, she was concentrating on watching Carrie and trying to

understand how she could walk as fast as she did, having no sense of

what her next step would land on.

Freed of my responsibility for Carrie, I walked up to Helen, took her in

my arms, and gave her a long, passionate kiss. "I love you more than I

can ever say," I said, when I finally pulled away from her lips. She

looked into my eyes and told me she felt the same way. I kissed her

again, then put my arm around her shoulders and we started walking up

the hill behind William.

After we had walked a little farther, Helen asked me again why we did

this. "They were doing it when I got here, so I'm not exactly sure how

it started," I told her. "But the point of it is to test Carrie. It

tests her physical abilities, and her ability to withstand the pain in

her nipples and treat it as commands, telling her when and how much to

turn. In this kind of weather, it also tests her ability to withstand

the cold and still keep going. It's also another way she can demonstrate

her submissive nature, she loves being under William's or my control...

William's especially. And finally, in warmer weather, it's an

interesting way to get up the hill, so we can have a big fuckfest at the

top.

We were near the top of the hill, on the very steepest part of the

terrain. Helen was having trouble with her footing, so I held her hand

to help her up the rough spots. She was in total awe of how Carrie could

be moving steadily upward, over loose rocks, with no vision and no

hands. "I could never do that, not in a million years of training," she

said.

"It's not as hard as it looks, it only took me five tries before I made

it to the top," I told her.

Helen looked at me like she didn't believe it. "Are you serious, you can

do that, too?" she asked, nodding her head up the hill at Carrie. I

smiled and nodded. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me, and

a second later her feet flew out from under her and we both fell and

slid a few feet down the hill. Helen was embarrassed, but I was laughing

as I helped her to her feet. William looked back at us, then smiled when

he saw we were Ok. After we brushed the dirt off of each other, we

started climbing again.

Finally we reached the top, and William and I both went to work on

Carrie. After I released her wrists from the backpack, I began removing

the dental floss and reins from her nipples, while William took off the

pack. By the time I removed her blindfold and earplugs, William was

getting her arms into the coat sleeves. I quickly closed the zippers

over her breasts, then buttoned up her coat. Helen and I spread out one

of the blankets, then we all sprawled out and pulled the other blanket

over us.

William and I were on the outsides, with Helen and Carrie between us. We

squeezed together at first, trying to get Carrie warmed up. Soon we

could tell it was working, because she and Helen, who were lying on

their sides face to face, began kissing and reaching into each other's

coats. "Yep, she'll be fine," William said with a chuckle.

"I can't feel anything but a big bulge under all that rubber," Helen

complained, trying to get to Carrie's breast.

"Well unzip it, Dummy," Carrie laughed, "why do you think they put the

zipper there in the first place?" A few seconds later, she sighed. "Oh

my God, my nipple is so sensitive, the pain is exquisite," she said. I

guess the word "pain" sent Helen the wrong signal, because a second

later Carrie said, "No, don't stop, please keep doing exactly what

you're doing, I love it." A few moments later, she beamed her sexiest

smile at Helen, then said, "Say the word, you can be my new pain giver,

you have a talent for it."

Helen didn't like that, she pulled her hand away from Carrie. "I don't

enjoy causing pain, it's not something I want to do," she said.

"None of us here enjoys causing pain, Helen," William said. "It's

something we do for Carrie, because we love her and she needs it."

Helen looked at Carrie. "Did you really enjoy what I was doing?"

Carrie nodded her head and smiled. "More, please," she said softly, then

kissed Helen on her lips. After a pause, Helen moved her hand back to

Carrie's breast, and soon Carrie's smile widened and she sighed. After

awhile, Helen unzipped Carrie's other breast, then began doing whatever

she was doing to both nipples. A few minutes later, with no warning,

Carrie had one of her mega orgasms, which scared the crap out of Helen,

until I put my hand on her shoulder and told her it was Ok.

We all lay quietly for a few minutes. I was nuzzling the back of Helen's

neck, my arm around her and my hand resting on her breast. She looked

over Carrie and caught William's eye. "I know where we are," she told

him. "As soon as we got up here, and I looked around, I knew exactly

where this place is."

William smiled. "Thank you for being honest with us," he said. "I

thought that was a possibility, but I believe we can trust you to keep

our secret." Helen nodded her agreement. I was sure we could trust her.

"How do you know?" Carrie asked her.

Helen sat up, and so did I. "I've lived around here all of my life," she

said. She started pointing out and naming landmarks, including Sandia

Peak, the mountain where we had all taken the tram ride, far in the

distance. "See that road down there?" she said, pointing to a

little-used road at the bottom of the hill, just beyond the limit of

Carrie's land. "People I went to high school with live down that road.

I've been all around your property, I know exactly where to turn off of

the main road to get here."

We chatted awhile longer about this and that, and then William said

something that really surprised me. He said, "Helen, I want you to think

about something. I don't want you to answer me yet, in fact we won't

even discuss it now. We're taking you home tomorrow night, and we're

bringing Char to stay with you next weekend, just as we've all agreed.

But I want you to think about moving here and living with us, and I want

you to think about what conditions you would need, before you could

agree to do that."

I could tell from the look on Carrie's face that he had surprised her as

much as me. Helen was speechless, she just stared at him. Finally she

said, "Yes, William, I'll think about it. May I ask a question?" William

nodded. Helen swallowed hard, then said, "Would I be your slave if I

decided to do that?"

"That's what I meant by 'conditions'," William said. "When we discuss

this again, I need to know what you want, how you would prefer things to

be if you lived here. If you decide you don't want to do it under any

conditions, that's Ok. In that case you and Char will still be together,

wherever you two choose to live. But if you're interested in talking

about it, we'll need a starting point for negotiations. Understand?"

Helen smiled and nodded her head. "Good, we'll talk about it again when

the time is right," William said. Then he added, "In the meantime, you

and Char are free to discuss it as much as you want."