I kept Helen naked during lunch, and for about an hour afterward. Having

agreed to do what I asked, even though she probably thought it was

silly, she made a real effort to do it right. After lunch, we had moved

to her couch to talk for awhile. She kept catching herself folding her

arms or closing her legs together, and each time she would tell me she

was sorry, then put her hands on the couch beside her thighs or open her

legs wider.

Actually, that's how Helen approached everything she did. She tried to

pay attention to what was going on, and she threw herself fully into

whatever she was doing. How else could she have gone from total

ignorance of our lifestyle, to William's perfect slave, in one evening?

He hadn't just been blowing smoke when he complemented her performance,

she had actually performed perfectly during her two weekends as his

slave, even though she wasn't submissive and she had no desire to be a

slave. It was amazing, really.

I got pretty turned on from looking at Helen while we talked, so I asked

her if she'd like to fool around a little while. "I thought you'd never

ask," she said with a smile. We went to the bedroom, then Helen

undressed me and we crawled into bed. Lying face to face on the bed, we

kissed and nuzzled for awhile, then I moved down to Helen's pussy and

began slowly licking and tonguing her. We had slow, gentle sex for an

hour or so, then we held each other and kissed for awhile.

Helen said we needed to go shopping; she wanted to make a special dinner

to celebrate my arrival, and she needed groceries. So, after getting out

of bed and helping one another on the toilet, we dressed and set out for

the market. I asked Helen if we should drive, but she said she wasn't

going to buy much, we could walk.

We had fun browsing the grocery aisles, and we wound up buying a lot

more than Helen intended, but it wasn't too much for both of us to carry

home. One funny thing happened in the grocery. We were in the wine

aisle, looking for the right bottle of wine. Helen picked up two small

jugs of wine and told me to hold them up in front of my boobs. She

pulled out the cell phone to take my picture, then said, "Look sexy,

Char. Remember how you felt last night, when I was fucking you."

Unfortunately, an elderly woman had walked up behind Helen just as she

said that. The woman gasped, and Helen turned around. She blushed,

apologized, and told the woman she was just making a bad joke. It didn't

help, the woman walked off in a snit. When Helen turned back to me, I

was grinning at her like a Cheshire cat. She quickly took the picture,

then we sent it to Carrie with the text message, "WHOSE JUGS R BIGGER

NOW?" I asked Helen about the "R," and she said it was called texting, a

shortcut spelling method which eased the task of creating text messages

on cell phones.

At the checkout, I told Helen I wanted to pay, so I could begin figuring

out how to do those kinds of things. She showed me how to use my debit

card to pay, then we walked back home with our groceries, talking and

laughing about the woman Helen had grossed out. I was wondering if the

woman even knew what we were talking about, then Helen surprised me by

saying that we should invite her over and give her a demonstration.

While we were putting the groceries away, the cell phone chimed. It was

a picture of Carrie's naked boobs, and it was obvious that William had

re-dyed her areolas and nipples, they were very dark. The message said,

"U WIN, BUT MINE R DARKER. LUV U BOTH." Carrie had caught on to texting

with one example.

Looking at Carrie's picture, Helen asked me why Carrie wanted her

areolas so dark. I said that what Carrie really wanted was something

permanent on her body to show William owned her, something like a tattoo

or a brand, but all William would let her have was the dyed boobs and

labia rings. "Would she really let him brand her?" Helen asked. I told

her Carrie would gladly let William brand her, if that's what he wanted

to do. Helen said that their relationship was very complex, sometimes

she thought William was in charge, then at other times it seemed like

Carrie was in charge. I told her it seemed that way to me, too.

Helen and I took a quick shower together, only one orgasm apiece. We

decided to stay naked for the rest of the evening, so that's how we went

to the kitchen to start dinner. I expected to be Helen's assistant

vegetable peeler, but it quickly became obvious that she was going to do

what she promised William - turn me into a good cook. She made me do

almost everything, only offering advice when I asked or when I screwed

something up. While I was working, Helen opened a bottle of wine and

poured one glass for the two of us. Then, whenever I made a correct

choice without having to ask her, she rewarded me with a sip of wine and

a kiss. After a couple of rewards, we found a better way to share the

wine. One of us would take a big sip, then we would kiss and pass some

of the wine from one mouth to another. A pleasant side effect was that

some wine occasionally wound up running down our chins and dripping onto

our breasts, and of course spills like that had to be thoroughly cleaned

up right away.

At one point, while I was busy at the counter, Helen stepped up behind

me. She pressed her naked body against mine, kissed my shoulders, and

reached around to fondle my breasts. "Do my scars bother you?" I asked

her.

She said, "They bother me because they make me hate the animal that

caused you so much pain. They don't bother me to look at, they're a part

of the woman I love." I dropped what I was doing and turned around,

rubbing my body against hers. I wrapped my arms around Helen and we

shared a long, sensuous kiss, then she grinned and told me to get back

to work.

Under Helen's supervision, I made a really good dinner. By only helping

me when I really needed it, she made me feel like I had prepared the

meal by myself, and I was happy and proud that I could do that for her.

We sat side by side at the table while we ate. Occasionally we fed one

another, and we nearly always shared a kiss after each bite of food. I

know that sounds silly and juvenile, but Helen made me feel like I was

in high school again, except I had never loved anyone in high school

like I loved Helen. I don't care if it was silly, I'd do it all again,

if only I could.

After dinner, while we were cleaning up, Helen said she was going to get

dressed, but she wanted me to remain naked for the rest of the evening.

I told her that was fine with me, as long as she wore something sexy.

She went into the bedroom, then returned a little later wearing matching

black, lacy bra and bikini panties. I took her in my arms, kissed her,

and asked her to dance with me. We danced, talked, drank wine, made out

on the couch, then repeated the whole sequence again, until finally

Helen took my hand and pulled me toward the bathroom. We took a long

shower together, then crawled into bed and made love until we were both

too tired and sleepy to continue. My first full day with Helen had been

all I could have asked for, it was heaven.

The next morning, after sex and breakfast, Helen suggested we take a

drive. To start with, we drove around our neighborhood, to see points of

interest that were far enough from home to justify driving rather than

walking. There was a lot to see, including all kinds of shopping,

restaurants, movie theaters, and an outdoor farmer's market that Helen

said was open for most of the year. Then we took a tour of downtown,

driving by the hotel where Carrie, William, and I stayed the first time

we came to the city, the dress shop where Helen worked, more movies and

restaurants, and more stores.

We drove around downtown for a while longer, then Helen drove to a park.

She said it was her favorite place when she wanted to be outdoors. We

walked through the park, holding hands when no one was around. We found

a secluded spot behind some thick shrubs, so we hid and made out for a

few minutes. It was too chilly and too risky to open our clothes, so we

just hugged and kissed. More childish fun.

After lunch at a cosy restaurant, Helen asked me what I'd like to do

next. When she saw the twinkle in my eye, she said we should do other

things together besides fucking. She asked me if I'd like to go to a

movie, but I said I'd rather go back to the apartment and talk, or fuck,

or whatever she wanted, so that's where we went.

When we got back to the apartment, Helen took me by my shoulders and

kissed me tenderly, then she asked me if I wanted her to take me home,

back to William and Carrie. I told her that our apartment was my home,

and that I'd stay with her until she and William had their talk, and

then we would figure out what to do next. That got me another kiss, and

a long hug, then Helen began undressing. I asked her if she wanted me to

undress too, and she answered, "I'll be naked for you if you like, or we

can both be naked. You decide." She smiled when I began undressing.

So we spent the rest of the afternoon, and all evening, naked. We

talked, watched a little TV, called Carrie and William and chatted with

them for awhile and sent them a picture Helen lying on top of me, did

some laundry, cooked and ate dinner, and fucked a lot. It was perfect.

That whole first weekend with Helen was perfect, I still remember it

like it happened yesterday.

When the alarm went off Monday morning, I was out of bed before Helen.

After we helped each other on the toilet, I turned on the shower. I was

going to bathe Helen, but she hugged and kissed me, and said it would be

more efficient if I started breakfast, while she showered by herself. We

kissed again, then I headed for the kitchen. When breakfast was under

control, I returned to the bathroom in time to help dry her hair. After

we ate and she put on her makeup, Helen let me dress her for work. We

hugged and kissed again at the door. After I assured her that I would be

Ok by myself, and she told me several times to call her work number

immediately if I had any problems, Helen left for work and I was alone

in the apartment.

When the door closed, I stood still and waited. After a minute, the

panic attack had not come, so I went to the kitchen and cleaned up the

mess I had made preparing breakfast. Then I showered, got dressed, made

the bed, and sat down on the couch, wondering how I would fill the hours

until Helen's return.

After a few minutes, I got up and began cleaning the apartment, starting

in the bathroom. The apartment was already clean, Helen kept it

spotless, but it was the first thing that occurred to me, so that's what

I did. When the bathroom was finished, I vacuumed and dusted the living

room and both bedrooms, took down the "Welcome Home Char" banner, then

went to the kitchen. While I was cleaning the kitchen sink and counters,

I ran out of spray cleaner and paper towels, so I decided to walk to the

market.

I hadn't unpacked the pistol, but now I was going out on my own for the

first time, and I almost decided to take it with me. But my brother had

been held over without bail at his arraignment, so I decided to leave

the gun behind. Taking my debit card, some cash, and the cell phone, I

set out for the grocery, a ten minute walk.

The spray cleaner was easy, I just grabbed a bottle of the same brand

that Helen had. My problem started in the paper towel aisle. There were

so many different brands, and I had no idea which brand Helen used. I

read all of the price tags, noting the range of prices and the unit

prices for each brand, but I still didn't know what brand to pick. I

remember thinking that cheaper isn't always better, and neither is most

expensive. Finally, I actually read the advertising material printed on

the plastic wrapping for each brand, but that didn't help either,

because I knew I couldn't necessarily believe any of it. By that time,

alarms were going off in my head, but I refused to think about what my

problem might be. I just kept telling myself that all I had to do was

find a way to pick a roll of paper towels and get out of the store, then

after that I would try to figure out what was wrong. It seemed so

simple, and yet it was impossible for me to make a decision. I was

standing in the aisle, looking at the paper towels and trying not to

cry, when a store employee walked down the aisle. I was in such a sorry

state that I didn't even notice him, until he spoke to me.

"Can I help you find something?" he asked.

I looked up. Seeing his name tag, I grabbed his upper arm with both

hands, startling him. "Please, tell me what kind of paper towels to

buy," I said. He started telling me the most expensive, the least

expensive, and other stuff that I knew wouldn't help me. I interrupted

him. "Please, could you just point to one and tell me to buy it."

He looked at me like I was an alien. I knew he wanted to get away from

me, so I tightened my grip on his arm. Finally, he pointed to one brand.

"That's the kind my wife uses, buy that one," he said. I let go of him,

thanked him, and grabbed two rolls of the towels he had told me to buy.

He walked away from me very fast.

I paid cash for the cleaner and towels, because I was afraid to use my

debit card. I didn't want to encounter another decision I couldn't make,

like how much Cash Back I wanted.

By the time I got back home, I was really scared. It didn't help when I

looked at the time. I had been gone and hour and a half, which meant I

had spent over an hour standing in the paper towel aisle. Something was

seriously wrong with me.

I was sitting on the couch, trying to figure out what had happened, when

the cell phone rang. It was Carrie. "Whatcha doin'?" was the first thing

she said. She laughed when I told her I was cleaning the apartment.

"That's the cleanest apartment I've ever seen," she said. I told her I

was going to keep it that way.

Carrie said she and William were outside, at the top of the picnic hill.

They sent me a beautiful picture looking out toward the city. We chatted

for a long time, then Carrie gave William the phone and I talked to him

for awhile. All they really wanted was to make sure I was Ok, so I lied

and told them everything was fine. I wanted to tell them what had

happened to me at the grocery, but I was afraid it would freak them out

and they would want me to come home. I decided to keep it to myself

until I had time to think about it some more.

When I finally got off the phone with Carrie and William, I resumed

cleaning the kitchen. I actually found something to clean, the broiler

pan had last been used to broil something with cheese, and Helen hadn't

cleaned it afterwards. It took me a long time to get the burned cheese

off, and by the time I finished it was nearly time for Helen to come

home. I'd made it through my first day alone, but not without problems.

I showered, then put on my wig and the baby doll outfit that Helen

liked. I opened a bottle of wine, poured two glasses and set them on the

coffee table, then waited on the couch for my lover.