I woke up to find that we were all still on the living room floor. The

other three were still asleep. I shook Helen gently, and when she opened

her eyes I said, "Let's go to bed." As Helen struggled to her feet, I

touched Carrie's shoulder and she woke up. "Don't you guys want to go to

bed?" I asked.

Carrie groggily rolled over on top of William and began kissing him. As

soon as he woke up, he reached down and guided his already-hard cock

into Carrie's pussy. She smiled up at me and said, "I guess not. We'll

be fine, go with Helen." Grinning, I turned and followed Helen into her

bedroom. Make that our bedroom.

Helen and I were too tired for more sex, we crawled into bed and

immediately fell asleep in each other's arms. The next thing I knew,

Helen's alarm went off, and she rolled out of bed with a groan. I

followed her into the bathroom and helped her on the toilet. When we got

into the shower, I insisted on washing her, then I dried her, combed out

her hair and blow-dried it. "Starting next week, I'm going to take care

of you like this every day," I told her. After she picked out the

clothes she wanted to wear to work, I dressed her and applied her

makeup. She said the makeup was going too far, she would do her own

makeup in the future. "Whatever you say, Honey," I said with a smile.

She looked around at me, then laughed when she realized I was trying to

be funny.

We went to the kitchen, where I helped Helen make breakfast for all four

of us. When everything was under control, I went to the other bedroom to

rouse William and Carrie, happy to see they had finally made it into bed.

We were all sleepy, but we made an effort at conversation over

breakfast, knowing this was the last we would see of Helen until Friday

afternoon. Carrie told Helen that we expected to get a few pictures from

her every day over the cell phone, anything she thought we would like to

see. I said that what I wanted to see was lots of pictures of Helen.

Helen laughed, and promised to send us pictures of herself, as well as

other interesting things.

Helen got up from the table and said it was time for her to go to work,

but we could hang around the apartment as long as we wanted to. She and

I had another sad goodbye at the door to her apartment, except this time

neither of us cried. Before she left, William unfastened her choker

necklace and removed it. "You were a perfect slave, I hope you'll

consider doing it again some time," he said.

"Please put it back on me, Master," Helen said, "and give me permission

to take it off when I come home tonight. I want to keep this feeling a

little longer." William smiled, kissed her, and put the choker back on

her neck. They kissed again, then Helen said, "You're a great Master, I

would like to do it again."

William said, "I apologize for saying you were normal, Helen. You're not

normal at all, you're very, very special." She gave him another quick

kiss, then said she had to go before she started crying.

After Helen left, William looked at us and said, "Back to bed?" Carrie

and I nodded, and we all went to the second bedroom and crawled into bed

together for a few more hours' sleep. By the time we woke up, fucked for

awhile, showered and dressed, and then cleaned up Helen's apartment, it

was eleven o'clock. We hung out in the apartment for another half hour,

then went to lunch at one of the restaurants Carrie had wanted to try on

our first trip, then we shopped awhile downtown. Of course, I wanted to

drop in on Helen at work, but William and Carrie convinced me we

shouldn't do that, because the store management might not like it. The

last thing we wanted to do was get her in trouble at her job, so we

stayed away from her store.

Finally we decided to head for home. When we were about half way there,

Carrie's new cell phone chimed. It was a picture and a text message from

Helen. The picture was a really cute dress, and the message was, "WOULD

SHOW OFF CARRIE'S BIG JUGS." When Carrie showed it to me, I grinned at

her. "Too bad we can't bother Helen at her store, that dress would look

really good on you."

"Well, it'd be different if we went there to buy something," Carrie

said, then grinned back at me. "Timing is everything, eh Sis?" she said.

I laughed and nodded in agreement.

As we were walking into the house, we got another picture and message

from Helen. She was in one of the changing rooms at her store. Her

blouse was unbuttoned, and she was holding it open and exposing a

breast, like she was flashing us. There was a big grin on her face. The

message was, "MISSING YOUR KISSING." That cracked us up, even William

laughed his ass off when he saw it. "You're a lucky woman, Charlie," he

told me. I told him he was right.

If I had given it any thought, I would have assumed that William would

ease up on the Master/slave stuff during my last week at the house. That

wasn't the case. As soon as we unpacked, he stripped us both and took us

to the basement. After securing us to the rails, he fetched a flogger

from the far end of the room and proceeded to give both of us a thorough

flogging on our asses and thighs.

That was the only time William ever flogged me without me asking for it.

It was also the first and only time he flogged both of us at the same

time. He stood between and behind us, and alternated his shots between

the two of us. Since he was right handed, and I was on his right, I got

his forehands, while Carrie got the backhands.

The way William had secured our hands to the back bar, my left hand and

Carrie's right hand were almost touching. Part way through the flogging,

after we had both started crying, Carrie twisted her wrist around and

tried to take my hand. With a lot of effort and a little pain, I was

able to twist my wrist enough so that we could hold hands. I was sure

William would tell us to cut it out, but then I saw him smile in the

mirror when we finally were able to grasp one another's hand.

I was guessing that William would butt fuck both of us after the

flogging, but I was wrong again. He marched us to the toilet area, where

he had Carrie give me an enema, then had me return the favor. When we

had both expelled our fluids and used the bidet, he took us back

upstairs. We were both still crying softly. After removing our bonds in

the mural room, he told us to go into the bedroom and get on the bed. A

minute later, he came into the bedroom carrying the strap-on harness, a

tube of lubricant, several dildoes, nipple clips, a damp washcloth, and

two towels. He put the washcloth on the side table, then dropped

everything else onto the bed between us. After kissing each of us, he

said, "Do whatever you want, just don't get off the bed until dinner's

ready." I looked at the clock, it was only half past three.

William closed the bedroom door as he left. "What's he doing?" I asked

Carrie.

She just shrugged. "One thing I've learned is that he usually has a good

reason for how he treats us. In this case, I have no idea what it is.

But he obviously wants us to fuck, and I can't think of anything I'd

rather do. How about you?"

I said, "It's starting to sink in on me that I'm leaving the two of you

soon, at least for awhile. I want every minute we're together to count,

can we talk while we fuck?"

Carrie grinned at me. "The problem has always been trying to get you to

shut up, of course we can talk." She was ribbing me, because I almost

never talked during sex. It was Carrie that sometimes liked to chatter

about other things while fucking.

I held up the nipple clips. "Obviously, these are for you," I said with

a smile. Carrie nodded her head, turned toward me, and pushed her

breasts out.

We fucked each other fore and aft with the strap-on dildoes until we

were exhausted. Then Carrie decided to show me how to deep throat and

enjoy it, using a dildo. I had been forced to learn that during my

training, but I never got good at the swallowing part, simply because my

throat was too small and it was painful for me. Fortunately, Arthur had

never been interested in being deep-throated, he preferred feeling my

tongue on the head of his cock.

Carrie was trying to demonstrate to me how, if you did it right, it not

only didn't hurt, it could feel good. When I started laughing, she

pulled the dildo out of her mouth and asked me what was so funny. I

said, "I'm moving in with a woman in less than a week, and you're trying

to make me a better cock sucker." Carrie grinned, then she started

giggling. A few seconds later, she was rolling around on the bed,

holding her sides and laughing her ass off. She pulled me down onto her,

and we began kissing tenderly, and saying how much we loved each other.

"I know you love William and I, and I know you love Helen," Carrie said.

"Why do you want to leave us? Why can't you wait, wait to see if we can

get Helen to come here and live?"

I had tried to sort that out in my own mind, and I still wasn't sure. I

said, "I have to find out what it's like. I know you guys love me, but

you and William will always be first in each other's eyes. I want to

know what it's like to be with someone who thinks I'm first. I also want

to remember what it's like to not be somebody's slave."

Carrie hugged me tightly. "Oh, Char," she said, "I'm so sorry it seems

like that to you. William and I love you very much, and we try very hard

to make you feel like an equal part of the family. I'm sorry we've

failed you."

I kissed her. "You haven't failed me, you're both wonderful, and I'll

always love you. Please, just let me do what I need to do. I swear, I'm

not leaving you and William, I'm just going away for awhile. I still

want to be your partner and your lover, and that will never change."

Hugging me again, Carrie said, "Ok. Just please come back to us, we need

you. Before you came here, William and I were each other's obsession.

You helped us turn that into real love, for each other and for you, we

want you in our lives."

When William came to get us for dinner, we were lying in each other's

arms, kissing softly. I expected a lesbian joke, but he was full of

surprises that day, he just told us it was time for dinner. Since we had

been restricted to the bed all afternoon, he let us make a quick trip to

the bathroom first.

When Carrie and I got to the dining room, William was already seated. He

told us we would be naked all week, so the sitting rules were suspended.

I knew that somehow all the things he was doing were related to my

leaving, but I didn't understand how. Looking back at it now, it's

obvious that he was trying to cement the bond between Carrie and I, to

make sure we were linked as strongly as possible, so I would always be

drawn back to them.

The only time Carrie and I were out of each other's sight that whole

week was during my evening phone calls to Helen. The daily spankings

continued right up until the day before I left, but one spanking was

always followed immediately by the other one, and then William sent us

to bed for one or two hours. In case it wasn't obvious enough, he made

us spend New Year's Eve shackled. He put one of Carrie's wrist manacles

on her right wrist, and the other one on my left wrist, then connected

them together. We wore them from the time we got up in the morning until

after dinner, when it was time for my call to Helen. He also suspended

the solo night sleeping arrangements, so we all slept together every

night until I left.

On Wednesday, New Year's day, early in the afternoon, the famous pussy

flogging incident took place. I've already described it, as well as my

temper tantrum which led up to it, so there's no need to go over it

again. That incident probably did as much to bind Carrie and I together

as anything William did. But without that or any of William's efforts, I

was already bound to Carrie. Being with 'Marnie' had been a childhood

dream, a promise from my father, long before I met her and discovered

what a wonderful person she was. It was one of the fantasies that helped

me survive my captivity. I knew that Carrie and I would never be apart

for very long, and toward the end of the week, I had finally convinced

Carrie of that. She was relaxed and upbeat about me going to stay with

Helen.

Finally the big day came. Carrie kissed me awake and asked me how I

felt. "Terrified," seemed to be the best answer. After breakfast, she

helped me pack my clothes, then around nine we set off for town. Uncle

Phil was standing beside the driveway at his house, waiting for us. I

got out of the truck and gave him a big hug and kiss. He wished me well

and told me to be careful. He knew I was taking a gun, and I think his

warning to be careful was as much about not shooting myself as it was

about avoiding danger.

Our first stop in town was a government office that our lawyer Mr.

Bishop had referred us to, where I filled out all the paperwork and had

my picture taken for a photo ID. I listed Helen's apartment as my

address, and they told me the ID would be mailed to me by the end of the

next week.

Our next stop was the dress shop where Helen worked. I had butterflies

in my stomach as we walked into the store. Helen knew we were coming,

but she didn't know exactly when. We didn't see her when we entered the

store, but the same salesperson Carrie had snubbed the first time we

were there recognized us. She was very friendly, she asked if we wanted

to see Helen. Carrie gave her a big smile and said we did. The woman

said that Helen was a different woman now than she had been before

Christmas, and that she was sure we had something to do with it. Not

waiting for an answer, she went to get Helen in the alteration

department. A moment later, Helen burst through the curtain at the back

of the store and almost ran to us. She gave me a big kiss, then did the

same for Carrie and William. Everyone in the store was looking at us,

but Helen didn't care, she took my hand and told me she was scared to

death. I told her I was too, and she kissed me again.

"We don't want to get you fired, maybe we should do some business,"

Carrie said softly. Then in a more normal voice she said, "I understand

you might have some dresses that would show off my breasts."

"Big, beautiful breasts, I still remember how they felt in my hands,"

Helen whispered, looking at Carrie's breasts. Then she said, "I believe

we have just what you want, please take a seat while I get some items to

show you." She indicated a lounge area with chairs and a couch, gave me

a quick kiss on my cheek, then went off toward the dress racks. I was

thinking how she would have reacted if we had tried to talk to her about

breasts the first time we came into the store. Lots of blushing and

saying "Oh, my," I guessed. We had loosened her up considerably.

We all sat down, then William noticed a coffee pot nearby. He asked if

we wanted some, but Carrie and I said no. William got up and went to get

himself a coffee, and right after that Helen reappeared with three or

four dresses. While she held them up one at a time for Carrie to see,

Carrie asked if she could get away and have lunch with us. Helen said,

"I'd have to stay late if I took a long lunch, I'd rather get home on

time tonight. Will you all be there?"

Carrie said, "William and I were going to return home, and let you love

birds have a few days alone. Would you like us to stay?" She was smiling

slightly. She wanted to see if Helen would stand up to her.

"Honestly, No," Helen said. "I think you're right, it would be better if

we spent our first few days alone. But after Char has settled in, you

and William are welcome to stay with us any time, for as long as you

want." She paused, then added, "And under any conditions William wants."

"In your home, William should meet your conditions," Carrie said. Helen

looked surprised, like that possibility hadn't occurred to her, then she

smiled and nodded her head.

William came back with his coffee. Pointing across the store, to the

woman who met us when we first came in, William asked Helen who she was.

Helen said, "That's Anne, she's a good friend. She fancies herself as my

matchmaker, she's tried several times to fix me up with guys she thinks

I'd like. Did she say something to you?"

"Only that you've changed, and it's our doing," William said. "What have

you told her?"

"Absolutely nothing, I swear, William," Helen said. "I would never tell

anyone about you guys, honestly I wouldn't."

William smiled. "I believe you, she's probably guessing," he said.

"Let's forget it, we all trust Helen or we wouldn't be here," Carrie

said. Changing the subject, she indicated one of the dresses, the one

Helen had sent us the picture of, and said she wanted to try it on. "In

fact, you come with me," she said with a grin, "I might need your help

changing. And I have a couple of things to show you." She got up and

walked to the changing area with Helen. William looked at me with a big

grin and asked me if I wanted to go along and chaperone. I shook my head

and said we should let them have their fun. Carrie returned after about

five minutes, wearing the dress. Helen walked behind her, blushing like

crazy. I couldn't help laughing, which embarrassed Helen even more. She

shook a finger at me, then gave us a big grin.

The dress looked great on Carrie. Helen was right, it really emphasized

her large breasts. She stood in front of the floor-length mirror, then

laughed. "I guess I should have worn something other than sneakers to

try on dresses," she said. Helen kicked off her shoes and told Carrie to

try them on. They fit Carrie perfectly, she gave Helen a quick kiss and

thanked her.

"Do you approve?" Carrie asked, turning slowly in front of William. He

smiled and nodded. Helen gathered the material at Carrie's waist and

said that it could stand to be taken in a little. "Whatever you think,"

Carrie told her, and Helen marked the dress for alteration. Carrie took

Helen's hand and led her back to the changing area. The same process was

repeated for the other three dresses. Each time, it took Carrie a little

longer to change, and Helen came back looking a little more stimulated.

William and I were enjoying the show, and the dresses all looked

spectacular on Carrie.

Perhaps we were having too much fun, because after awhile a woman came

over and asked Helen if everything was Ok. She said there were other

customers waiting for help. Carrie rose to the challenge immediately.

"Are you the owner?" she asked. The woman said she was the store

manager. Carrie asked her for her card, and the woman gave her a

business card. Carrie then said, "I've finally found a store and a

salesperson who knows how to pick dresses for me. I want to deal with

Helen exclusively from now on. Is that a problem?" The woman looked at

the dress Carrie was wearing, and the alteration marks Helen had made on

it and the other three dresses. She said that wouldn't be a problem at

all, and thanked Carrie for her business. She told Helen to take as much

time as Carrie needed, then she left.

Helen took Carrie's hand and thanked her. "We'll take all four dresses,"

Carrie said. "Now let's see what you have for Char." Grinning ear to

ear, Helen went off to select some dresses for me. Carrie looked at me.

"Stand up for what you want, they'll back down every time," she said.

Then she grinned and added, "Money talks."

After I had picked four dresses for myself, and had my own time in the

changing booth with Helen, Carrie said she wanted to look at underwear.

"You don't wear underwear, you've done enough for me," Helen said. We

knew that she worked mostly on commission, which is why Carrie had

bought so many dresses.

"Pick out a few hundred dollars worth of under-things in your size, and

put it on the bill," Carrie said. Then she had another idea. "Let's get

some dresses for you while we're at it. See anything you like?" Helen

said that would be going too far, maybe we could do that another time.

"Whatever you think, but we do need about three hundred dollars worth of

assorted underclothing and lingerie in your size. You know, anything you

think you'd like to wear, sexy things you'd like to be seen in by

someone very close to you, I trust your judgment. We'll wait here while

you make your selections." Helen grinned, then went off shaking her

head. Carrie called out, "Helen," and Helen turned back to face us.

"Make it five hundred." Helen laughed out loud, then headed for the

underwear section of the store. Carrie looked at me and grinned, then

went to get a coffee for herself and me.

Finally we were ready to pay. I gasped when I glimpsed the bill, it was

nearly nine thousand dollars. "I really appreciate this," Helen said.

"You're practically part of our family," Carrie said. "Besides that,

you're good at your job, it's a pleasure to have you help us. Please

have everything delivered to my sister's address, I think you know it."

Helen grinned, and said she did indeed know it. Then she handed me a key

and told me it was my key to our home. She also said I had been

receiving mail from credit card companies and lawyers, and it was all on

the dining room table.

When we were ready to leave, Helen kissed all of us, and told me she

would see me in a few hours. As she kissed William, he said the store

needed a men's clothing section, so he could have some time in the

changing booth with her. She laughed and blushed at the same time, then

kissed him again and said she wished the same thing.

We had a late lunch, then went to Helen's apartment, where I unlocked

the door with the key Helen had given me. As soon as we got inside, we

saw the big "Welcome Home Char" banner in the living room. I saw the sad

look on Carrie's face. "Now I have two homes," I said, looking at her.

She smiled at me and gave me a kiss on my cheek.

We went into the bedroom, and William immediately pointed out the nude

picture of us on Helen's night-stand. They asked me if I needed help

unpacking, but I said I would do it later. We hugged and kissed, and I

almost asked them for a last fuck, but then I decided not to. Carrie

said she would call me Monday, but Helen or I could call them any time

we wanted to. "Pictures, send us lots of pictures," she said, as William

closed the door. I was alone.