William broke the silence. "I'll sleep alone in the second bedroom

tonight." Looking at Carrie and I, he said, "Char and Carrie will take

control of Helen until morning." Then he stood, stepped over Helen, and

walked toward his bedroom.

Carrie looked over at Helen. "You're overdressed, strip and come over

here," she said. Helen stood up, pulled her nightgown off over her head,

and walked over to us.

After a few moments of silence, standing at our feet, Helen said to

Carrie, "Watching you with Char made me feel envious, I'm afraid I'll

never be able to love her like that."

Carrie just smiled. Then she moved over a little. "Lie down between us,

on your back," she told Helen. Helen lowered herself onto the floor

between us, then rolled over onto her back and folded her hands over her

stomach. Carrie said, "Clasp your hands behind your head, and leave them

there until we tell you otherwise. Your body is ours, to use however we

please."

Helen did as Carrie said, then she asked, "Why are you treating me like

this?"

Carrie put her finger on Helen's breast and traced around the edge of

her areola. Suddenly she pinched Helen's nipple, very hard, extracting a

short cry of pain. "Do you always know why you do things?" Carrie asked

her. "Does it matter to you, if something you did caused another person

pain?" When she said the last part, she gave Helen's nipple another

pinch. "It's good that you're envious, and it's good that you're feeling

pain. Maybe that will help you understand, your actions have

consequences for those around you, especially for those who love you."

Helen looked over at me. "I didn't mean to hurt you," she said. "I asked

you if it was Ok, did I misunderstand your answer?"

"No, you didn't misunderstand," I said. "Carrie is my big sister, my

protector. She thinks she can shield me from the world, and I love her

for trying." I leaned over and tenderly kissed Helen's breast. "I'm

feeling jealousy toward William, it's something I have to work through

and get over," I told her. "I want the four of us to be totally free and

open with one another, but I have this voice in my head that keeps

saying, 'Keep her away from him, he'll steal her from you.' I know it's

bullshit, I just have to find a way to turn it off."

Carrie leaned over and kissed Helen's breast, on the nipple she had

pinched before. "I went through the same thing when Char first came to

live with us," she said. "I wanted the three of us to be sexually

involved, but the jealousy demon kept whispering to me, saying that

sharing William would somehow leave me with less than I had before. That

was wrong, of course, our lives are much richer now than they were

before Char joined us. All I ask is that you try to be sensitive to

Char's problem while she works it out. Ok?"

"Yes, I understand, Carrie," Helen said. "Thank you, both of you, for

explaining it to me. I promise I'll think before I act in the future.

The last thing I want to do is hurt any of you, or cause you any

problems. Especially you, my love." She looked over at me, and I kissed

her. When our lips parted, Helen whispered, "No one will ever take me

away from you."

Carrie got to her feet, then smiled down at Helen and offered her hand.

"On your feet, Slave," she said. "After you attend us on the toilet and

in the shower, we have use for you in bed."

Helen grinned and took Carrie's hand. "Yes Mistress Carrie, whatever you

wish," she said.

I thought Carrie was through punishing Helen, but she still had a few

more hoops for Helen to jump through before letting her off the hook. As

each of us took out turns on the toilet, Carrie gave Helen the toilet

paper duties for all three of us. Then, in the shower, Carrie made Helen

follow her precise commands while washing first me, then Carrie, then

herself. I was sure Helen would revolt at some point, but she never did.

After every detailed command, she would say "Yes, Mistress Carrie,"

unless she had been previously commanded to place her mouth on some part

of my or Carrie's anatomy. It wasn't until we were in bed that I finally

got tired of it. I told Carrie to knock it off, I just wanted to have a

long, slow fuck with the two women I loved.

I woke to a kiss. I knew it was William, even before I opened my eyes.

He was kneeling beside the bed. After kissing me again, he whispered,

"Are we Ok, you and I?"

"We're fine, I love you," I whispered back.

William said, "I wouldn't have asked her to do that, but she wanted to,

and you didn't object. It wasn't until I saw Carrie's reaction that I

knew I'd screwed up. I'm gonna catch hell."

I couldn't help grinning. "Who's the Master here, anyway?"

"Good question," he said with a smile. "Mind if I take her? Maybe a long

morning fuck will get me off the hook."

I nodded. He told me he loved me, then stood and walked over to the

other side of the bed, where he scooped Carrie up in his arms and headed

out of the room. As they disappeared through the door, I heard Carrie's

sleepy voice saying, "We need to talk."

"What was that all about?" Helen asked groggily. Obviously she hadn't

heard the whole thing.

"Smoothing out rough spots," I said. "You're still under my control, so

roll over on your back and spread your legs."

"Yes, Mistress," Helen purred.

We had traded positions several times, and I was currently receiving

Helen's attention again, when William and Carrie came back into the

bedroom. They were holding hands, a good sign, but I asked anyway.

"Everything OK?"

"If you're Ok, we're Ok," William said. I grinned at them and asked them

to join us. "Actually, we're starving," he said. "I was going to start

breakfast, we just wanted to look in on you kids first." Carrie was the

oldest, and she was only thirty. William was only a few years older than

I was, and I was only a few years older than Helen. I wondered if they

really thought of us as kids. As their kids?

Helen pulled her tongue out of my pussy. She looked around at William

and Carrie, and said, "I know a great place for Sunday brunch, but they

don't open until ten. Can you guys wait?" It was a little past nine.

William looked at Carrie, and she nodded. He said he would make a pot of

coffee, and told us to wrap it up, get out of bed, and get dressed.

When William left for the kitchen, Carrie walked over to the bed and

climbed in between us. After kissing both of us, she said, "Helen, we've

got to find a way to bring you into the family." Obviously, she had

worked through her displeasure over Helen's blow-job.

"We will find a way, Carrie," Helen said. "I promise you, I want to be

with you guys, and I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen."

"No you won't," I said. "We all want the same thing, but we have to get

there with an agreement that gives everyone what they need. I won't let

you cave in and agree to whatever William wants. He has to be willing to

compromise, and give you an environment you're comfortable with."

"Char's right," Carrie said. "Decide what you need, and then, when

you're negotiating with William, don't agree to anything less. If he

won't give you what you need, you and Char will still be together, and

the four of us will still see each other regularly. Don't accept

anything you can't live with, because in the long run that would be bad

for all of us."

Helen gave Carrie a long kiss. "With you in my corner, I have a feeling

I could get whatever I wanted," she said with a big grin.

Carrie said, "I'm not going to take your side against either William or

Char, Helen. You and William are the ones who have to come to an

understanding." Helen smiled and said she was only kidding, she didn't

expect any special favors.

Helen said the restaurant was casual dress, so we all dressed in our

jeans, sweaters, and sneakers. We found William sitting at the table,

sipping coffee. He poured three more cups when we came into the kitchen.

It seemed strange to me, because he was still naked, while all three of

us were dressed. The opposite was more often the case. We chatted over a

cup of coffee, then William took Carrie to the bedroom to help him dress.

Helen and I were alone at the kitchen table. I took her hand in mine. "I

can't wait for next weekend," I said. "It's going to be wonderful living

here with you, being with you all the time."

"Remember, I have to work five days a week, sometimes six," she said.

"But we'll spend every minute together that we can. I'm looking forward

to it, too." I wanted to tell her that she didn't have to work any more.

Carrie would give me anything I asked for, we could live any way we

wanted to with neither of us working. But I told myself we needed to

take small steps, and that I shouldn't be telling Helen how to live her

life, so I kept quiet about the job.

The restaurant had a great brunch buffet. I ate a lot more than I should

have, so I felt bloated the whole afternoon. After we ate, Helen said

she wanted to take us to an Indian cultural center, but Carrie asked if

we could go to a phone store first.

At the phone store, Carrie picked out two top-of-the-line cell phones,

capable of sending and receiving messages as well as photos. The sales

guy was trying to explain the various billing plans to us, but Carrie

pointed to the one with the most free local and long distance minutes

and said that was what we wanted. When the guy told her that was the

most expensive plan, she smiled and said "Ok." She had him activate both

phones, and then program each phone so it would call the other one with

the touch of a button. Handing one of the phones to Helen, Carrie said

it was for her and I, and the other one was for Carrie and William.

Carrie said she expected us to stay in contact, including photos and

email, several times a day. Helen and I promised we would, and thanked

Carrie for the phone.

When we left the phone store, Helen took us to the Indian cultural

center. It was pretty cool, even though I'm not much of a history buff.

After that, we went to an art gallery, and by the time we got out of

there it was a little past five.

William said he would cook dinner for us, so we went to the grocery near

Helen's apartment to buy supplies. As we were shopping, William turned

to Helen with a gleam in his eye and asked her what kind of ice cream

she liked best. Carrie smiled, and it was all I could do to keep from

laughing out loud. Helen said her favorite was chocolate, so William

added a half gallon of chocolate ice cream to the cart.

As soon as we got back to Helen's apartment, William asked Helen to

strip. She immediately began undressing, then looked at Carrie and I.

"What about them?" she asked.

"They're fine as they are, but I want you naked," William said. Helen

looked a little concerned, but she finished undressing without saying

anything more. William opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass for

each of us. He told us to relax in the living room while he made dinner.

Looking at Helen, he told her she was forbidden to sit down because she

was naked, so she would have to remain standing or kneel on the floor.

She was beginning to look worried, so William walked up to her and gave

her a kiss. He said, "These might be your last few hours as my slave,

and there are a few more things I want to show you. If you don't trust

me by now, trust Char and Carrie. They'll be here the whole time."

Helen lowered her eyes. "I trust you, William," she said. William rubbed

each of Helen's nipples for a few seconds with his knuckle, smiled at

her, and then went to the kitchen. Carrie and I sat on the couch, Helen

knelt on the floor across the coffee table from us, and we began

chatting about our day.

I'll confess that I was a lot more interested in looking at Helen's

beautiful body than in talking with her and Carrie, and Carrie was

obviously having similar feelings. After awhile, Helen became aware of

how much we were enjoying her nakedness, and she became very

embarrassed. Carrie smiled when she saw Helen's discomfort. "You don't

mind us seeing you naked when we're fucking, why does it bother you

now?" she asked.

Helen looked at Carrie for a moment, then said, "I feel like I'm on

display."

Carrie said, "Instead of feeling like you're on display, why don't you

display yourself? Take control of the situation. You don't really mind

Char and I looking at you, what bothers you is not having any control

over it." Helen just looked at Carrie for a long time. Then a smile

slowly appeared, followed by a grin. Carrie and I moved the coffee table

out of the way, then resumed our seats on the couch and looked at Helen.

She walked a few feet closer to us on her knees, then spread her legs

wide apart and sat back on her heels. "Cup your breasts, like you're

offering them to us," Carrie said, and Helen did it.

We sat silently, watching Helen. She was smiling at us. After a few

minutes, she raised her butt up off of her heels and began swaying back

and forth, while moving her hips in slow circles. "Dance for us, show

off that gorgeous body," Carrie said. Helen stood up and went to her

stereo. She turned on the radio and tuned it to a music station, then

returned and stood in front of us. After a few moments, she began

swaying to the music, and then started dancing. I don't know how to

describe what she did. She told me later she had never done anything

like that before, and had no idea what she was doing. I've since learned

that it was known as interpretive dance. Whatever it was, it was very

interesting to watch her, and very sexy, too. I glanced at Carrie

several times, and I know she was enjoying it as much as I was.

Entranced, we watched Helenfor several minutes. Finally, Carrie nudged

me. "Go dance with her," she whispered.

I said, "Not like that, I don't even know what she's doing, I can't

dance like that."

"Idiot," Carrie said, "change the station to some good dance music, then

take your woman in your arms." Smiling, I punched her lightly on her

arm, then did what she said.

When William came into the living room, Helen and I were slow dancing,

our bodies pressed tightly together. Helen had her arms around my neck,

and I was cupping her ass cheeks in my hands. When I noticed William, he

was smiling at Helen and I. He said, "Dinner will be ready soon, you and

Carrie please tie Helen to her chair and blindfold her."

Helen raised her head from my shoulder. "What, tie me to a chair? Why?"

she asked with noticeable alarm.

I said, "Shhh, don't worry, everything will be all right. Trust us, and

do what we tell you. I promise, nothing bad is going to happen to you."

Helen kissed me. "I'd trust you with my life, Char. Just tell me what to

do." Carrie asked Helen if she had any rope, and Helen laughed

nervously. "So I'm supposed to help you, knowing you'll use the rope to

tie me up?" Carrie just grinned and nodded her head, and after a moment

Helen said there was some clothesline in a drawer in the kitchen. When

Carrie left the room, Helen gave me a serious look. "What's going to

happen to me?" she asked.

I could tell she was really worried. I kissed her, then said, "We're

going to eat dinner, and then we'll have dessert. I'm certain you'll

enjoy it, and that's all you'll get from me, so just relax." She gave me

a combination of a smile and a pout, then rested her head on my shoulder

again.

Carrie soon returned to the living room, carrying the clothesline cord,

a pair of scissors, and a dishcloth. "Come over to the table, Helen,"

she said, "we have to tie you in your chair now." Helen groaned. I

slowly pushed her away from me, then took her hand and led her to the

dining table. Carrie spread the dishcloth on Helen's chair, saying "In

case of spills," when Helen looked puzzled.

Helen sat down, then Carrie told her to open her legs and position her

feet just outside the front legs of the chair. Carrie cut two lengths of

cord, gave one to me, and we proceeded to tie Helen's ankles snugly to

the chair legs. Then we carefully pulled her arms behind the chair back,

tied her wrists together, and then tied the cord from her wrists to the

rear legs of the chair. When she was secured to the chair, we made sure

she was comfortable. Carrie went to the bedroom and retuned with a

scarf, which she fashioned into a blindfold and secured it around

Helen's eyes.

Helen was obviously nervous, so I fetched her nearly-untouched wine

glass from the coffee table and offered her a sip. She took a big

swallow, then told me she didn't like being tied up. I told her again

that nothing bad would happen, then said she should stop complaining and

start listening to what was happening around her. "Why?" she asked.

"Because it's interesting, trying to figure out what everybody's doing

when you can't see them. Besides, it'll take your mind off of being tied

up." I touched the tip of one of her nipples with my finger, and she

gasped. I said, "See, that wouldn't have been interesting at all if

you'd seen my finger moving to your nipple." She grinned and asked me

for a kiss, but I motioned for Carrie to kiss her instead.

When their lips separated, Helen said, "Very nice and sexy, Carrie,

thank you. May I have a kiss from Char now?"

As I was kissing Helen, William came in from the kitchen. He examined

Helen's bonds, then complimented us on a good job with the cord. He

pushed Helen and her chair up to the table and kissed her on her cheek,

then told Carrie and I to help him serve the meal.

As we shuffled back and forth from the kitchen with the food and place

settings, I could see Helen trying to follow the sounds and figure out

what we were doing. When everything was on the table, one at a time we

each kissed Helen's nipples, then her lips. After we were all seated,

William asked Helen what order we kissed her in. She correctly answered,

"Carrie, William, then Char."

"Right answer, you've earned your dinner," William said. He was seated

at the head of the table, Helen and I were to his right, and Carrie was

at his left across from Helen. I held her wine glass and told Helen to

take a sip. After that, William held out a fork loaded with salad, and

told her to open up. We alternated like that, William and I taking

turns, so we could feed Helen and ourselves at the same time.

About half way through dinner, we started teasing Helen. It started with

William. He held a piece of steak under Helen's nose. Smelling the

aroma, she opened her mouth to receive the morsel. Instead of feeding it

to her, William rubbed it all over her left breast, then said, "Oh, how

clumsy of me, I missed your mouth completely. Here, let's try again."

She was grinning, but she opened her mouth without saying anything, then

took the steak from his fork when it touched her tongue. While she was

chewing her steak, William leaned over and licked the steak juices from

her breast. When he was finished and her breast was clean, William said,

"That's the best tasting steak I ever had. If I didn't know better, I'd

swear it tasted just like a beautiful woman's breast."

Helen chuckled. "I should have known you were the kind of man who's take

advantage of a helpless woman," she said, smiling in William's general

direction.

"He's not the only one," I said, rubbing a buttered dinner roll all over

Helen's right breast. After I tore off a piece of the roll and fed it to

Helen, I leaned over and licked the butter from her breast.

"It's my turn, Char, what did you do with that carrot?" Carrie said.

"No!" Helen shrieked, then she cracked up laughing.

"Ok, we don't need the carrot," Carrie said. She pushed her chair back,

then went under the table. I saw her head appear between Helen's legs,

and she proceeded to tongue Helen's pussy for about ten seconds before

returning to her seat. Helen was moaning softly by that time, so William

said we would save the rest of the entertainment for dessert. Helen

didn't know what that meant, but the rest of us did. When Helen asked

what was for dessert, Carrie laughed. "You, among other things," she

said.

"We have an interesting way of serving dessert, Helen," William said.

"But you have to clean your plate, or you get no dessert. Now open up

for your last piece of steak."

When we had all finished with dinner, William pulled Helen's chair away

from the table, then Char and I took the dinner dishes to the kitchen

and started the dishwasher, while William came with us and scooped out a

big bowl of chocolate ice cream. We all returned and surrounded Helen,

and William explained the rules. He said, "Helen, the rules for dessert

are very simple. We're going to put ice cream on various parts of your

body, then one of us will lick it off of you. If you can tell us whose

tongue is licking you, you'll get a big spoon of ice cream, otherwise

you get no ice cream. Couldn't be simpler, right?"

"Sounds like torture to me," Helen said with a smile, "I can hardly

wait."

I won't waste time describing how the ice cream torture works, I think

several previous instances have been described already in this story.

Just let me say that Helen absolutely loved the experience. At first,

each time a new dab of ice cream was placed on her, she would squeal or

shriek. Later in the game, she would laugh. She usually kept up a

running commentary, telling us how it felt as the ice cream ran down her

body, and how excited it made her feel when we licked up the ice cream

trails. She was able to correctly identify the owner of the licking

tongue on all but a few trials. She could always tell if it was William,

but she had a harder time telling Carrie and I apart.

By the time William declared that Helen's torture was finished, she was

so excited that she was having small orgasms while we were freeing her

wrists and ankles. When she was free from her chair, she tore off her

blindfold, pushed me to the floor, and began eating my pussy in the

middle of her living room. Carrie turned it into a three-way, rolling

Helen onto her back and attacking her pussy, while I got to my knees and

lowered my crotch onto Helen's face. To make it a four-way, William

stood astride Helen while I sucked his cock. After Helen and I had cum

twice and William once, Carrie and I changed places. We finally wound up

on the floor in a heap, pleasuring one another until we were all too

exhausted to continue. Somewhere in the middle of the orgy, Helen sucked

William's cock again. It didn't bother me at all, I had told her to do

it.