As William and I walked out to the truck, he put his arm around my

shoulder. "I know you're hurting now. But believe me, it's going to be

Ok. We're going to get you into counseling, just as soon as Carrie finds

the best therapist for you. We both love you, and we'll always be here

for you. You're not alone."

I thanked him, I didn't know what else to say. I believed every word he

said, yet I had never felt more alone in my life. When we got into the

truck, I turned my face to the side window and began crying softly. I

was still crying when we got home.

Carrie actually stayed with Helen until Tuesday morning, when William

drove back into town to get her. William and Carrie talked on the phone

eight to ten times a day while she was in town, and from the little bit

of conversation I heard, there was a problem with Helen's job. William

didn't want to tell me, but finally he said that Helen had been fired

when she called in sick Saturday morning. As I learned later from

Carrie, Helen had protested strongly against working that Saturday,

claiming that she had made very important plans for the weekend. So,

when she called in sick Saturday morning, her manager told her to come

to work or she would be fired. Since her eye was swollen shut and she

was in considerable pain, she really wasn't able to work.

Carrie immediately called her lawyer, Mr. Bishop. He told her to take

Helen to a hospital emergency room, and have her examined thoroughly. He

said the medical records would provide documentation that she was unable

to work. On Monday, a lawyer showed up at Helen's apartment, sent by Mr.

Bishop. After he talked with Helen and Carrie for a few hours, they all

went to the store where Helen worked, and marched into the manager's

office. The lawyer had a list of a dozen violations of state and federal

law, in addition to a long list of civil claims, with case law citations

back to the thirties. The lawyer basically threatened the store manager,

as well as the owner, with several years of court battles, and promised

her that she would lose. Within an hour, Helen had her job back, plus

two weeks paid sick leave. Carrie described the guy as a pit bull in a

lawyer suit.

While that was going on in town, William and I were alone at the house.

Except for making me take a walk with him every day, he let me do

whatever I wanted, which was mainly to mope around the house. But I

always knew he was there, he never really left me alone. If I went into

the bedroom to take a nap, he'd be sitting in a chair beside the bed

when I woke up. If I wandered into the living room and sat on the couch,

he'd soon come in and ask me if I wanted anything to eat or drink, or

sit down next to me and ask if I wanted to talk. He wouldn't let me

sleep alone, but he actually wore pajama bottoms to bed, the first and

only time that ever happened. We didn't have sex the whole time Carrie

was in town, for which I was grateful. It was his right, anything he

wanted was his right, but he was only concerned about what was best for

me.

When I first heard that I had gotten Helen fired, I asked William to

take me downstairs to the punishment area and whip me. He gave me a sad

look. "That will never happen," he said. "Is that what you think you

deserve?"

I said, "What I deserve is to have the hand I hit her with cut off." He

took me in his arms and held me for a long time.

"It wasn't your fault, you couldn't help what happened," William said.

"Carrie and I should have insisted, we should have gotten you the help

you need. If anyone's to blame, it's us, not you." But I knew it was me,

only me that was to blame.

A few minutes after William left to get Carrie, Uncle Phil came in the

front door. He hadn't been around since I came back home, because he and

Bev were in the process of leaving us, returning to the lives they had

interrupted to come and protect Carrie. I knew Uncle Phil had come to

keep an eye on me until William and Carrie got back, I was just grateful

that he hadn't brought Bev with him. He took me in his arms and gave me

a long hug. "I'm so sorry, Charlene," he said.

Uncle Phil and I went into the living room and sat together on the

couch, and he told me all about his and Bev's plans. He said that Carrie

had insisted on giving them a trip around the world. Carrie had also

bought back their house, the retirement home that they had sold below

market value before they moved to New Mexico to watch over Carrie. We

talked for a long time, then I started feeling sleepy. In the weeks

after I left Helen, it seemed like I was always tired and sleepy. Later

I realized those were symptoms of depression. Anyway, I wound up asleep

on the couch, my head resting on Uncle Phil's shoulder, and that's how

William and Carrie found us when they returned.

"How's Helen?" I asked Carrie, after we had hugged silently for a long

time.

Carrie said, "She'll be Ok. No fractures, and no damage to her eye or

ear. She wants you back, that's her biggest problem right now. Char, she

loves you, and she's miserable without you. Please think about giving it

another try. At least go and talk to her."

"You know I can't," I said. "As long as I have this rage inside me, I

can't trust myself to be alone with her. Do you and William want to

spend the rest of your lives chaperoning us, to keep me from hurting her

if I lose control again?"

"If that's what you need us to do, that's what we'll do," William said.

I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly, knowing beyond a

doubt that he meant exactly what he said. "What I need is help," I said,

"a therapist, an exorcist, a witch doctor, I don't know which. I have to

let go of the anger and hatred I feel for Arthur, it's making me crazy."

Carrie smiled. "I have a list of names, but I don't think there are any

exorcists or witch doctors on it. Helen called everyone she knows, and

she made this list of the best therapists in Albuquerque." She showed me

a list with five names and phone numbers.

I helped Carrie prepare lunch, the first thing I had done since I came

home, other than moping around. After lunch, we went to the office and

began calling the therapists. The first two on the list weren't taking

any new patients. The third one, the only woman on the list, said she

could schedule me for an interview the following Tuesday, so we made an

appointment.

A little later, we were all sitting on the couch and talking, when

William and Carrie started making out. They hadn't seen each other in

days, the longest they had been apart since William came to the house,

so it was understandable that they wanted to fuck. After they had

undressed one another and messed around awhile, they got off the couch

and headed for the bedroom. They asked me to come with them, but I said

I'd be Ok by myself, so they both kissed me and told me they loved me,

then they left hand in hand. I sat on the couch for a long time, not

doing anything or thinking about anything, then I got up and went to the

bedroom, where William and Carrie were fucking on the bed. They both

noticed me when I entered the room, but they didn't say anything. I

stood and watched them for awhile, then I began undressing. When I was

naked, Carrie held out her hand to me, I took her hand and climbed onto

the bed, and they immediately incorporated me into their lovemaking.

I tried my best to shut off my brain, so I wouldn't think about Helen,

and just enjoy the physical sensations of sex. I have to admit that it

felt good to be fucking again, and I think it helped my mental outlook.

That marked the end of my withdrawal from William and Carrie. I was

still sad and depressed for a long time after that, but I didn't let it

stop me from living my life, such as my life was without Helen.

We stayed in the bedroom until late in the afternoon, alternately

fucking, cuddling, and resting. It was comforting to be back in familiar

patterns. We worked together to make dinner, then went back to the

bedroom for another round of fucking. We were laying side by side on the

bed, taking a rest, when Carrie asked William to give her a spanking. As

she rolled off of the bed and positioned her chair in front of the

mirror, I told william I would do the spanking, but he refused, saying

my spanking days were over.

"Please let me do it," I said. "Spanking Carrie has nothing to do with

my anger problem, I'm never angry when I spank her. It makes me feel

like I'm part of your lives, giving Carrie something she needs. I want

to do it." They both hugged me, and told me I would always be part of

their lives. Then Carrie bent over the chair back and grasped the front

edge of the seat with her hands. I looked at William, and he nodded for

me to begin the spanking.

Over the next few days, our lives together returned to what they had

been before. The only differences for me were inside my head: the guilt,

sorrow, and pain I felt over what I had done and what I had lost. But I

did my best to keep all of that to myself and not inflict it on Carrie

or William. Friday morning, as Carrie and I were cleaning up the

breakfast dishes, she took my hands in hers and told me that she and

William needed to go into town and check on Helen. She begged me to come

with them, and to at least talk to Helen. I refused, so they left me

alone while they drove into town. While they were gone, I took a

solitary hike up to the picnic hill, leaving a note behind in case Uncle

Phil came by to look in on me. It was warm, so I stayed up on the hill

most of the day, lying naked in the sun. When I returned, William and

Carrie were back from town, and they had brought all of the clothes I

took with me when I moved in with Helen. Carrie tried to talk to me

about Helen, but after she said the swelling was almost gone from

Helen's face, I told her that was all I wanted to know.

Starting the following week, we all drove into town three days a week.

William and Carrie sat in the waiting room while I spent an hour talking

to the therapist, whose name was Barbara. I take it back, Carrie and

William were with me for part of my initial interview, but then Barbara

asked them to leave us alone, and all of my sessions after that were

alone with Barbara. Mostly, she listened while I told her the story of

my life. She listened attentively, often asking probing questions. When

I started talking about my slave training and captivity, she seemed

skeptical that what I was describing had actually happened to me. So I

stood up, turned my back to her, and pulled my sweater off, showing her

my scarred back. That really shook her up, she ended that session early,

but by the next session she seemed to have recovered.

It took four weeks, three sessions a week, for me to tell my story to

Barbara. When I finished, with the horrible thing I had done to Helen

and its aftermath, she looked at me silently for a long moment and then

told me that the first step in my healing was to leave the unhealthy

environment I was in. She was talking about Carrie and William.

I couldn't believe my ears, I asked her to repeat what she said. Then I

pointed out what had happened when I tried to leave that environment, I

had caused harm to someone I loved. "I can help you learn to control

your anger," Barbara said, "but you have to get away from your sister

and her friend, their lifestyle is aggravating your problems."

I looked at her for a long time, then I went to the door, opened it, and

asked William and Carrie to come in. I told Barbara to tell them what

she had told me, and she at least had the balls to repeat to their faces

what she had said to me in private. When she finished, William said,

"We'll do whatever it takes to help you, Char. What do you want to do?"

"I want to go home," I said.

Carrie said, "I thought the idea was for the patient to learn to

understand her problem, and arrive at her own solutions." I could tell

she was pissed off, but she was trying not to show it.

"Ideally, that would be true," Barbara said calmly, "but sometimes it's

necessary to intervene, or to give the patient guidance."

"Your guidance sucks, you wasted a month of my life," I said.

"We won't be back, send us your final bill," Carrie said, as we walked

out of the office.

We had gotten into the habit of doing a little shopping, going to a

restaurant, or taking in a movie after my therapy session, but after

that final session we just drove home in silence. Finally, Carrie said,

"We'll keep trying, we'll find another therapist."

"I can't go through that again," I said. "I don't want another

therapist." Carrie took my hand, and said maybe we could try again in a

few months. I smiled at her and nodded my head, but in my mind I was

finished with therapy.

That evening, while Carrie was preparing dinner, William and I sat

together on the couch. He took my hand and said, "Maybe Barbara was

right, maybe you'd be better off away from us."

"No, this is where I belong," I said. That was the last that was ever

said about Barbara's advice.

Two days later, while I was on the toilet, Carrie came into the bathroom

and knelt in front of me, taking my hands in hers. She was grinning ear

to ear. "What?" I asked.

"We're going to Disney World," she said.

It took us two days on the Internet to plan the trip. William left it up

to Carrie and I, and of course Carrie wanted to see everything and do

everything. We scheduled four days at Disney World, but there were

plenty of other things to see around central Florida. We planned stops

at Busch Gardens, Universal Orlando, Sea World, the Kennedy Space

Center, Lion Country Safari, Cypress Gardens, and a few other, less

famous places. Carrie planned everything in detail, which nights at

which hotels, rental cars, tickets, the whole works. Almost three weeks.

We had to wait nearly two weeks to start our trip. Uncle Phil and Bev

were moving out, and we wanted to help them pack and see them on their

way. Their final day with us was sad, we all felt badly about Uncle Phil

leaving, and Carrie felt the same about losing Bev. Carrie didn't

actually want to be around Bev all that much, which William and I could

certainly understand, but she liked knowing that Bev was there, and she

would miss her.

The day after Uncle Phil and Bev left, we all piled into the SUV, drove

to the airport, and caught a flight to Orlando. Although Carrie was as

excited as a kid with a new toy, I knew the trip was mostly for my

benefit, and I was determined to have a good time, or at least to act

like I was having a good time. As it turned out, I did have a pretty

good time. Helen was always in the back of my mind, but I managed to

enjoy myself anyway. Actually, I'm not sure anyone could have made that

trip with Carrie and not have at least a little fun, her enthusiasm was

so contagious. At Disney World for example, Carrie tried to take me on

every ride, even the ones designed for little kids. Some of those they

wouldn't allow adults on, but we did every ride we could.

That trip was the beginning of the end of our old lifestyle, although

Carrie and I didn't realize it until later. As we were driving to the

Albuquerque airport, William told us we should call him Bill until we

returned home, and we both knew what that meant. "For three whole

weeks?" Carrie asked. Bill just nodded his head. He did relent once

during the trip though. A few days before we were due to return home, in

my hotel suite, he turned the TV on loud, stripped Carrie and bent her

over a chair, and then gave her a long, hard spanking that left her

crying for nearly an hour. He did that because he knew she needed it, he

could always tell when she had been too long without pain.

Although the trip was wonderful, we were all tired, and it was a relief

to see the house again. But, as William parked the truck and turned off

the engine, he told us that we were under formal speech rules. As soon

as we were inside the house, he made us strip, then told us to bring in

the suitcases, unpack everything, then meet him in the mural room in

half an hour. That was barely enough time to unpack, working as fast as

we could, so we only got to the mural room about thirty seconds before

William walked in. He was carrying a half-filled glass of wine, which

I'm sure was as annoying to Carrie as it was to me. He didn't offer us

any wine.

William proceeded to put on our bondage gear and lead us downstairs. He

fastened us to the bars, side-by-side, making me think he was going to

flog us again. But instead, he left us and went back upstairs - for

eight hours. After it became apparent that we were going to be left

there, Carrie and I again managed to twist our wrists enough that we

could hold hands, causing us to smile at one another in the mirror. We

held hands like that the whole time we were bent over the bars. A few

times, we managed to move our heads close enough to share a tender kiss,

but it was too much of a strain to hold that position for long.

William finally came back and freed us, then took us back to the mural

room and removed our bondage gear. He said we were still under formal

speech rules, and told us to go to the kitchen and eat our dinner. He

had made dinner for the three of us, hours earlier, and our plates of

cold food were waiting for us on the kitchen counter. We ate standing

up, and in case it wasn't unpleasant enough, we both needed to pee badly

after being tied in the basement for eight hours.

After we had eaten and cleaned up the kitchen, William took us to the

bathroom and let us attend one another on the toilet, then he watched us

while we showered. He wouldn't let us fool around in the shower, just

soap, rinse, and dry. After I had dried Carrie, William fetched her

wrist and ankle manacles from the mural room, then we all went to the

guest bedroom, where he put Carrie to bed, tying her with her wrists

above her head. He looped the rope under the bed and tied her wrists to

her ankles. Even after all that he had done to us since we came into the

house, Carrie attacked him passionately with her mouth when he leaned

over to kiss her goodnight. When William finally broke the kiss and

straightened up, I could see that Carrie was dying for a fuck, but all

William did was throw a blanket over her and turn out the lights as we

left her room. I heard her moan as he closed the door.

When William and I were in bed in the master bedroom, he put me under

informal speech. "Why are you treating us like this?" I immediately

asked.

He kissed me, then said, "You haven't done anything wrong, even though

it seems like I'm punishing you. I could explain what I'm doing, but

then I'd have to order you not to share it with Carrie. I don't want you

and Carrie to have secrets, but if you really want to know, I'll tell

you."

I thought about it for a few seconds. "That's Ok," I said, "I don't want

to have secrets from Carrie either." He kissed me again, then he asked

if he could butt fuck me. "You know you don't have to ask," I said.

He smiled at me. "But I am asking," he said. I kissed him and got to my

knees, but he wanted me lying on top of him, on my back. He fucked my

ass for a long time, while using his wonderful hands on my breasts and

pussy. He gave me several orgasms before he finally came.

The next morning, William helped me into the strap-on harness, then he

and I went to the guest bedroom. For about an hour, we took turns

fucking Carrie missionary style while she was still tied in bed, and I

lost track of how many times she came. Finally, after William had untied

her and removed her manacles, he told her she was on informal speech.

Like me, the first thing she asked was why he was treating us this way.

"Do you dispute my right to treat you or Char any way I choose?" he

asked her.

With her eyes lowered, Carrie whispered, "No, Sir." Neither she nor I

ever questioned him again about how he treated us, or why. I did

complain about it from time to time, but it didn't do any good.

Over the next days and weeks, Carrie's and my life with William changed

from the life we had known before. We still did all of the things we had

always done, but we lost our freedom, and it wasn't fun any more. We

went from being slaves in name only, to being slaves in fact. We had a

kind, loving Master, but we were never allowed to forget what we were.

We went back to the solo night schedule, except that the night Carrie

and I would have slept together without William was deleted from the

schedule. Instead, there were two nights a week that William and Carrie

were together, two nights that William and I were together, and three

nights that we all slept together. When Carrie or I were due to sleep

alone in the guest bedroom, we would be manacled and tied, just as

Carrie had been our first night home from Florida. That didn't seem to

bother Carrie all that much, but I hated it. It took me forever to get

to sleep like that, and every time I would try to change positions in my

sleep, tugging on the ropes would wake me up. I never got used to it,

but my complaints to William fell on deaf ears.

Other changes. William insisted that he always be present whenever

Carrie and I had sex. For most of every day, one or both of us would be

under formal speech. It was a lot worse for me when Carrie was under

formal speech and I wasn't, because I wanted to talk to her but she

couldn't answer me. Conversation was reduced to a series of Yes/No

questions, with her either nodding or shaking her head as her part of

the conversation. Very annoying. Also, we were naked all the time, and

the sitting rules were fully enforced. That meant we never sat, we were

always either kneeling or standing. We still went for daily walks, but

most of the time they were short walks. It was early spring, and still

quite cool even in the sun, but William usually made us go outside naked

except for shoes. So, rather than enjoying our time outdoors, we were

always glad to get back in the house where it was warm.

During all of this, the only familiar routine was our daily exercise.

William would always be present during our exercise, but he stayed out

of the way and watched us silently. Whoever was working out on the

elliptical trainer would talk continuously to her partner, saying

whatever came to mind. Both of us looked forward to that, with all of

the new restrictions it had become our best method of exchanging our

thoughts, even though you couldn't really call it a conversation.

We lived like that for about three weeks, and it was pretty unpleasant

compared to our lives before. Of course, it was a walk in the park

compared to my captivity with Arthur, but things could have been a lot

better. After those three weeks, William announced one day that we were

taking another trip, this time to New York City. He again gave Carrie

and I the job of planning the trip. All he told us was that it should

last two to three weeks. Carrie was under formal speech when he told us,

so I asked if she could be placed under informal speech while we were

making the plans. He just said No, then left us to our task.

While we were on the computer, struggling to plan the trip without being

able to talk to one another, William came into the office. He asked

Carrie if her lawyer was in New York City. After she formally answered

that Mr. Bishop's office was indeed in New York City, William told her

to tell the lawyer we needed passports for all three of us. As he was

leaving the room, William turned back and told Carrie she could switch

to informal speech, but just while she was talking to Mr. Bishop. She

nodded, then flipped him the bird as he was walking away. I couldn't

help giggling, causing Carrie to give me a smile and a kiss. Unlike me,

Carrie had never showed any resistance to William's increasing demands,

so her outburst was very unusual, but totally appropriate.

Just like when we went to Florida, William told us to call him Bill as

soon as we left home for the airport. It was like an oppressive weight

was lifted from my shoulders, and I think Carrie felt the same way. By

the time we got on the plane for NYC, we were both feeling giddy and

acting silly, and Bill was obviously enjoying us in that state. He had a

big grin on his face every time I looked at him.

Using the strategy Carrie developed for our first trip into Albuquerque,

we always reserved two adjacent suites at every hotel we stayed in.

Presenting ourselves as a married couple and the wife's sister,

obscuring the true nature of our relationship, was a lot easier and

safer than trying to be open about it. After checking in and unpacking,

we went out to dinner, and then returned to our suites. Bill said it was

better to take it easy our first night, while we adjusted to the time

change, so we sat around for about an hour, sipping wine and talking

about the next day's activities. Finally, Bill said he was getting

sleepy, and he wanted to sleep alone in the other suite. As soon as he

left, Carrie and I grinned at one another, quickly got out of our

clothes, and then jumped into bed together. "Oh my God, I'd almost

forgotten how sweet it is to be alone with you," Carrie said a few

minutes later, her hand half way into my pussy.