Wednesday, 30 September 2015

Training Carrie, chapter 66


novel by Jay West

Training Carrie by Her Master

by Jay West 


Chapter 66


Training Carrie
                               Chapter 66

    I said, "Carrie, do you think we can put this behind us now, and
continue with the wonderful day we were having? Or would you prefer to
mope around all afternoon, while Char and I have a good time without you?"

    "I want to be with you and Char, William," she said. "You're right, we
were having a wonderful day, and I disrupted it. I'm sorry I did that, and
I'm sorry I put Char at risk because of my disobedience. Please, let's
enjoy the rest of the day."

    I told Carrie to stand up, then I got off of the bed, released her
wrists, and removed her manacles. We kissed, then I said, "Dress your
slave warmly, Carrie, I want to go for a walk."

    "Yes, William," Carrie said. "Char, take your skirt off, Sweetie."

    I went to the back door and stepped outside. It was sunny and cool,
perfect weather for a walk. I filled the canteen, grabbed a blanket, and
took both to the bedroom.

    Carrie had dressed Char in jeans and a sweater, and was putting a pair
of sneakers on her feet. "Does she have on panties under the jeans?" I
asked.

    "No, William," Carrie said.

    "Put some cotton panties on her, please," I said.

    Carrie hesitated a fraction of a second, just enough to tell me she
knew I was jerking her around. Then she said, "Yes, William," and began
removing Char's shoes and jeans.

    When Char was dressed, I began dressing Carrie in her latex leotard.
When I had her all of the way in it, with the back zipped up, I opened the
zippers over each breast and her crotch, and carefully eased her breasts
out of the zipper slots. I heard Char say, "Wow," and Carrie looked over
at her and grinned.

    "Do you want your posture collar, Carrie?" I asked her.

    "Whatever you wish, William," she said.

    "Do you want your posture collar, Carrie?" I asked again, emphasising
the word 'want'.

    She smiled at me, and said, "No thank you, William, I'd rather not
wear it this time."

    I had Carrie sit on the bed while I put socks and her new walking
shoes on her feet. Then I gave her the canteen and Char the blanket, I
grabbed Carrie's survival kit, and we headed for the back door.

    We had walked only a few dozen feet from the house when Carrie noticed
that Char was crying. She asked what was wrong, and Char said, "This is
the first time I've been outside since I was captured. It's wonderful."
She held her arms out and twirled around. When she asked if she could run
ahead, Carrie took the blanket from her and told her to stay in sight of
us.

    As we walked up the gentle trail leading to our first rest stop, Char
was running around like a little kid, looking at everything. Carrie said
she had a lot of energy for someone who had been malnourished for a long
time.

    I put my arm around Carrie's waist and pulled her close. I said, "Can
you imagine us, 20 years from now, and that's our daughter, running around
and exploring her world?"

    Carrie looked at me with her eyes wide, then she dropped what she was
carrying and put her arms around my neck. "Yes, William, I can imagine
it," she whispered. "I want it to happen."

    "So do I," I told her, then we shared a long tender kiss.

    We were still kissing when Char ran up to us. Breathlessly, she said,
"That looks like fun, can I play?"

    I told her we were close to a spot where everyone could play. She
clapped her hands and said she bet she knew the spot I was talking about
and she would meet us there. She grabbed the blanket and took off up the
trail. "Kids," I said, getting a big laugh and a hug from Carrie.

    We walked slowly up the trail, talking and kissing and trying to
smooth over the earlier unpleasantness without directly mentioning it.
When we came within sight of the clearing, Char was lying on the blanket,
naked and spread-eagled. As we walked up to her, she said, "I guess I'll
feel really silly if this isn't the spot you meant."

    "This is the spot," I told her. "Aren't you cold?"

    "No, Master, the sun's warm. Plus, down here near the ground there's
very little air movement, so it's nice and toasty."

    "Great, another analytical mind," I said. "Now I'm outnumbered."
Carrie laughed, and said that it must run in the family.

    "Mistress," Char said, "I've never fucked anyone in a black rubber
suit before."

    "How can I resist that kind of seduction?" Carrie said to me, as she
dropped to her knees on the blanket and kissed Char.

    I stretched out on the far edge of the blanket and watched Carrie and
Char making love. They were already developing a style and an unspoken
communication that made their movements look almost practised.

    I wondered if they would be more spontaneous if I weren't right there
watching them, and I was trying to think of a way to find out, when Carrie
spoke to me. "Are you just going to watch, or had you planned to step in
at some point? We didn't bring a dildo, so you've got the only cock here,
how about some service?"

    As they attacked me and started undressing me, Carrie said if they put
the strap-on harness and a dildo in her survival kit, then they wouldn't
need me at all. Char said the dildo was Ok, but it wasn't as good as the
real thing, and I thanked her for her vote of confidence.

    Once they had me undressed, they put me on my back. Char straddled my
waist and put my cock into her pussy, while Carrie straddled my head
facing Char. Carrie then leaned forward and tilted her pelvis, giving me a
good angle between my mouth and her vulva. Char leaned forward to Carrie,
and they began kissing and fondling one another's breasts while I pumped
my hips and ate Carrie. Other than it being hard to breathe, I thought I
was doing Ok, hearing sounds of pleasure from both slaves.

    I lost track of time, but I think Carrie had cum all over my face
twice, and I had cum in Char once. Carrie said, "Hey, he's not doing
anything with his hands, what a slacker." Someone, probably Char, grabbed
my right hand, pulled it down toward my cock, and put my fingers in
contact with Char's clit. "This poor girl hasn't come yet, you selfish
pig," Carrie said, "Get busy with those magic fingers." Then Carrie
grabbed my left hand, and pulled it up to her left breast, and said her
nipple could use some finger action too.

    When I got a good rhythm going with both hands, Char said, "He's
wonderful, he must have an octopus somewhere in his family tree."

    "I told you he was great," Carrie said. "You just have to explain to
him, in simple terms, what you expect from him. His talents aren't in the
mental area, if you know what I mean." I nipped her clit carefully with my
teeth, and she shrieked. Laughing, she said, "But he has a very talented
mouth, and sharp teeth."

    We fucked in various other configurations until we were all satisfied
and tired. The sun was low, and the air temperature was getting
uncomfortably cool. I told Carrie to dress her slave, and I began to put
my clothes on. When Char was dressed, I zipped up Carrie's breasts and
crotch, put the canteen strap around my neck, picked up the blanket and
survival kit, and we started for home.

    I was walking in front, and Carrie was bringing up the rear. I could
tell Carrie and I still had a problem, in spite of the good sex we had
shared with Char. After awhile, Char moved up beside me and said, "May I
carry something, Master?" I thanked her and handed her the blanket. She
walked beside me for a few paces, then said, "May I put my arm around you,
Master?" I looked back at Carrie, and she nodded. I put my arm around
Char's shoulder and pulled her close to me, and she put her arm around my
waist. She looked up at me and said, "I love you, Master."

    "Knowing I would mark your breasts with the crop if Carrie disobeys
again, you love me?"

    "I know you're a kind Master, and I'm not afraid of pain any more. You
won't harm me. Besides, my Mistress will obey you, she won't let me be
hurt for her offence. Yes, I love you, and I love my Mistress."

    "Char loves me, Carrie," I yelled over my shoulder. "do you love me?"
Char wasn't happy that I had repeated what she said, although I was sure
Carrie heard her anyway. I pulled her closer and told her softly that I
loved her too. Then I felt her arm tighten around my waist.

    Carrie kept quiet at first, to show me she didn't want to play this
game. finally, she said, "You know I love you, William. Do you really have
to ask me if I love you?"

    "What do we need to do, so we can move past this, Carrie?" I asked
her.

    She said, "You could promise me you won't harm Char because of my
fuck-ups. That would probably clear everything up."

    "No, Carrie, I won't do that," I said. "I want you to obey me, you
want to obey me, and now I think I've finally found a way to motivate you.
Char's well-being will be assured if you simply obey. Given those facts,
how do we move on and put this behind us?"

    Carrie moved up beside me, on the opposite side from Char, took the
survival kit from me, and put her arm around me. Char looked over at her
and they smiled at one another. "You win, William, you've found a
punishment I'm not willing to accept. I never intended to disobey you, I
think you know that. Now you've closed out all my options, it's put up or
shut up time for me." She paused, then added, "Somehow I'll find a way to
keep from disobeying you again."

    "Would you accept a suggestion?" I asked. Carrie nodded her head.
"Your problem is impulse control. Why don't you enlist Char's help, to
warn you when you're about to do something that will get you into trouble?
Even if she turns out to have the same impulse control problems you have,
it probably won't hit both of you at the same time. We all want to avoid
hurting Char unnecessarily, let's work together to prevent it."

    "I want to help, if it's acceptable to Mistress," Char said.

    After a moment's thought, Carrie said, "I want to get control of
myself, William, I want to do it for you. But in case I slip up again,
having Char keep an eye on me is a fine idea. Thank you for suggesting it.
And I apologize again to both of you for causing this conflict."

    "Kiss me and tell me you love me, if it's true," I told her.

    She pulled all of us to a stop, kissed me on the lips, looked into my
eyes, and told me she loved me. Then she kissed Char and told her she
loved her.

    When we got back to the house, I told Carrie that she and Char would
make dinner tonight. "I don't know how to cook," Char said, "please teach
me how, Mistress." Carrie said she would be happy to teach Char to cook.

    It was only 5:00. I told Carrie and Char to strip, and I began taking
my clothes off. When we were all naked, I told Carrie to pour some wine,
and I turned on the radio. We all took turns dancing with one another and
sipping wine, until Carrie mentioned that Char hadn't made me her bitch
yet. I grinned and asked Char if she would like to do that now. She ran
for the bedroom to get the equipment.

    I bent over and put my hands on the back of the couch. After
lubricating my ass and her dildo, Char carefully pushed the dildo into my
ass, then began slowly stroking it in and out. She asked if I was Ok, and
I assured her I was. "Let's see if he's Ok after this," Carrie said, as
she knelt below me and began giving me a long, slow blowjob.

    The sensations I was receiving, from the combination of getting blown
while being fucked in my ass, were overwhelming. By the time Carrie
finally let me cum in her mouth, my knees were ready to buckle. I sat on
the floor with my back against the couch trying to recover.

    Carrie said that, as long as I was on the floor anyway, we might as
well rotate places and keep going. She strapped on the dildo, had Char
take my place leaning over the couch, and began fucking her in the ass. I
moved under Char and ate her pussy while I rolled her nipples between my
thumbs and fingers. It took only a few minutes for Char to cum under the
intense stimulation. When Carrie withdrew the dildo from her ass, Char
collapsed into my lap.

    It was now Carrie's turn to bend over the couch. I turned down her
offer of the dildo, saying I had my own. "Thank God you do," she said,
smiling and running her fingers over my stiff cock. While I stroked my
cock slowly in Carrie's ass, Char spent a few minutes licking and nibbling
Carrie's nipples, before moving her tongue and lips to Carrie's pussy.

    Carrie came twice before we let her go, then it was her turn to sit on
the floor and recover her strength. She looked up at me and said, "You
were right, William, there's definitely more variety with a third person."
She pulled Char into her lap and kissed her deeply. "Especially when the
addition is as hot, eager, and bright as this one," she added when their
lips separated.

    "She's a fast learner, an excellent lover, and as smart as her
sister," I said, "she's the perfect addition for us." Looking at Char, I
said, "I hope you're as happy with the arrangement as we are, Char."

    Char looked up at me with dreamy eyes, probably the result of too much
wine as well as good sex. "I feel like I've gone to heaven, Master," she
said. "I love you both and I want to stay with you forever."

    "We want that too, Char," Carrie said, and gave her another long open
mouth kiss. I sat cross-legged beside my women and took their hands in
mine.

    After we rested and made small talk for awhile, Carrie said she
supposed it was time to make dinner. We all got to our feet, and as Carrie
was leading Char to the kitchen, I said, "Carrie, I really liked the short
skirts you two wore earlier this morning, you looked like a matched set.
Would you please dress Char and yourself like that again, before you start
dinner?"

    Carrie turned and walked back to where I was standing. I wasn't sure
what she'd do, I stood and waited to see. When she reached me, she placed
her open palm against my chest, leaned forward and kissed me on the lips,
then said, "We'll be happy to dress any way you wish, William."

    She paused a moment, then patted me on the chest with her open hand.
It wasn't an aggressive pat, but it wasn't loving either. I smiled at her,
and said, "If you want to do it harder, and use your fists instead of your
palm, I'll understand."

    Carrie smiled back at me. "I would never do that, William," she said.
After the briefest of pauses, she grinned and added, "but I did enjoy
thinking about it." She picked up the dildo and harness, and hers and
Char's discarded clothes from the floor, and walked back to Char. Putting
her arm around Char's shoulder, she said, "Come on, Sweetie, let's go
dress to please our Master." As they walked toward the bedroom, Char stole
a glance over her shoulder at me and grinned.

    I got dressed, then took the wine glass to the kitchen and refilled
it. I was sitting on the stool when Carrie and Char came in, dressed
exactly as they had been when our trouble started earlier. They both
smiled at me and displayed themselves for my approval, and I sat and
admired their combined beauty for a moment.

    Getting to my feet, I walked up to them and slowly caressed Carrie's
breasts, then Char's. "You're both beautiful and sexy, and I can't tell
you how happy I am to be here with you," I told them. Carrie put her arms
around my neck and gave me a long kiss, turning me on with her amazing
tongue. When she released me, Char gave me an equally stimulating kiss.

    "Should we skip dinner and spend the evening in bed?" Carrie asked.

    "That's an excellent idea," I told her, "But the last thing Char needs
is to skip a meal. She needs regular, nutritious meals until she starts to
return to a normal weight." Carrie agreed, and took Char in tow and began
showing her how to prepare a meal.

    Carrie seemed to be over her need to dominate Char, she was treating
her more like a younger sister than a slave, answering any questions
thoroughly and showing no hint of impatience. As I watched them
interacting and cooperating to prepare dinner, I wondered what the future
held for us. Carrie would always be my love and my partner, but I thought
I could eventually get to a place where I also regarded Char as a
life mate. Then I reminded myself that Char could still choose freedom
rather than life with Carrie and I. In the long run, that might be the
best choice for her, and we would undoubtedly let her go if she asked.
Char didn't know it yet, and I suspected Carrie hadn't given it any
thought either, but I knew that Char would never want for anything, no
matter what path she chose. Carrie would see to that.

    I was aware of the dinner-related conversation between Carrie and
Char, and of the occasional kisses and caresses they exchanged, but most
of my attention was devoted to trying to see the future. I was considering
possibilities and probabilities, and wondering what we could do now to
assure our future happiness.

    I came back to the present when I saw Carrie look over at me. Then she
laid her hand on Char's arm and nodded her head toward me. As Char looked
over at me, Carrie said, "Dinner's under control, Char, thanks to your
help. Our Master seems bored, why don't you take him a pair of cute tits
to play with?" Char grinned and started to come over to me. Carrie pulled
her back, then kissed and licked Char's left areola and nipple, leaving it
shiny with her saliva. "Take him that message from me," Carrie said with a
chuckle as she released Char's arm.

    Char walked over to me with a big grin on her face. She came up on her
toes, straddled my leg, then lowered her crotch onto my thigh. She threw
her shoulders back and pushed her breasts toward me. "Mistress says you
need some toys," she said, "and there's a message from her on the left
one." Then she giggled, and added, "That would be my left, your right,
Master."

    I laughed. "You're a delightful woman, and a pleasure to be with," I
told her. Holding her by her waist, I bent down and licked, sucked and
nibbled her left nipple. "Message received," I said, looking at Carrie
over Char's shoulder. Carrie blew me a kiss. Then I turned my attention to
Char's right nipple with my mouth, while rolling her left nipple between
my thumb and forefinger. Char reached down and began rubbing my cock
through my pants.

    "How long until dinner's ready?" I asked Carrie.

    "Ten or fifteen minutes, time enough for what you want," she answered.
"I can stretch it out, if you need more time."

    "No, that's fine," I told her. I unzipped my fly and pulled out my
stiff cock. I had Char pull up the front of her skirt, so I could see what
I was doing, then I lifted her by her waist and set her gently on my cock.
She straddled my hips with her legs and threw her arms around my neck, and
said "Wow."

    I heard Carrie chuckle. "Wait until he gives you his Olympic gold
medal fuck with a triple somersault at the end. He just looks like a 98
pound weakling, he's as strong as a bull."

    Char was leveraging her thighs against me and pumping her hips up and
down on my cock. We had kissed several times, and her head now rested on
my shoulder. Carrie went to the dining room to set the table, then Char
asked quietly, "Will I ever be more than a way for you and Mistress to
pass messages?" Before I could think of what to say, she added. "If that's
all I can be, it's Ok. I'd just like to know."

    "You're already much more than that, to both of us," I told her. "You
know my life revolves around Carrie, and it always will. But when Carrie
and I tell you that we love you, we don't say it lightly. Give us a chance
to adjust, I promise we'll include you fully in our lives." She hugged me,
then kissed me again.

    Carrie was back in the kitchen, and she quietly came up behind Char
and kissed her on the shoulder. Then she moved to our side and kissed me
on the cheek. "Finish up, love birds, dinner's almost ready," she said,
then turned back toward the stove top.

    I reached out and took Carrie's arm, then pulled her gently back to
us. She leaned close, and I put my hand on her breast while kissing her
tenderly on her lips. "Stay with us, we want you to," I said, and Char
echoed the same request. Carrie put her arms around Char and I, kissed me
again, then kissed Char.

    "I'm Ok with it, William," she said, looking into my eyes. "It would
be silly if all three of us had to be together before two of us could
fuck. Sometimes three is the right number, and sometimes it's two." Then
she smiled at both of us. "But don't take so long that dinner is ruined.
I'll give you five more minutes, then I'm separating you with a crowbar."


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Training Carrie, chapter 65


novel by Jay West

Training Carrie by Her Master

by Jay West 


Chapter 65

   I suggested that we postpone the reading session, and spend a few
hours in bed, properly welcoming Char into the family. Everyone agreed, so
I walked my women to the door, an arm around each one's waist.

    We were about to exit to the stairs, when Carrie pulled away from me
and ran to the Master's area. I didn't know what she was after, until she
came running back with a dildo in each hand, grinning ear to ear.

    "Good idea," I said, "but we need one more thing." I left them by the
door and went to the Master's area myself. Rummaging around in the drawers
Carrie had filled with a vast array of bondage and fetish paraphernalia, I
finally found the harness I remembered seeing weeks ago.

    I returned to the women, waving the harness. "What's that for?" Carrie
asked.

    Char giggled. "It's a strap-on harness," she said. "It'll let us do
what Master does. I'd be very happy to demonstrate it for you, Mistress."

    After I removed Carrie's bonds, and Carrie removed Char's bonds,
Carrie said we all needed to go to the bathroom and take enemas before we
got in bed. I grinned, knowing she was planning to include me during part
of their strap-on play.

    When we finished in the bathroom, they both led me by the hand to our
bed. We stretched out with Carrie and I on our sides beside Char, kissing
her and caressing her body. We each in turn welcomed her to our family and
pledged our love and commitment to her. With tears flowing down the sides
of her face, she pledged her love and obedience to both of us.

    Carrie told Char that she was free to cum as often as she wished, and
Char promised her orgasms wouldn't interfere with her devotion to her
master and Mistress. Then Char asked if it would be all right for her to
seek permission each time, when she felt an orgasm was near. She said she
wanted to give her Mistress and Master every opportunity to control her,
and to fine tune her responses to suit their needs. Carrie said that was
very thoughtful, and assured Char that today none of her requests would be
denied.

    After we cuddled a while longer, I told them I would like to see what
I missed last night, the two of them making love. "Gladly," said Char.
"Love to," said Carrie. I offered to get off of the bed and watch from a
chair, but they wouldn't allow it. I lay at the edge of the bed on my side
and watched as they began caressing and exploring one another's bodies.
Before last night, Carrie had never had lesbian sex, so she let Char lead
the way and demonstrate her technique. But Carrie never slavishly imitated
Char, she always put her own style on every action, and soon she was
showing Char subtle variations. I knew immediately they were going to be
compatible lovers, I only hoped they wouldn't lose interest in the man of
the house.

    At one point Char looked over at me. "Master's got a boner," she said.
Carrie laughed, saying there was nothing unusual about that. I told them I
could wait, I wanted to watch each of them cum first. Then I quickly added
to Carrie that I wanted her to cum naturally under Char's stimulation, not
because I told her to. She looked at me like I was an idiot, and told me
she understood what I meant.

    Carrie then said that her orgasm was near, but she wanted Char to be
the first to cum, to celebrate her addition to the family. Char choked
back tears, and said she was very close also, and she humbly begged
permission to cum. Carrie said permission was joyfully granted, then went
back to work with renewed energy, her face buried in Char's pussy.

    Within seconds, Char was gripped by a strong orgasm. At its height,
she reached out a hand to me, and I took her hand in mine. With her other
hand she reached down and ran her fingers through Carrie's hair. "I'm
right here with you, command me as you wish," she said.

    Carrie being occupied, I said quietly, "I command you to enjoy the
waves of pleasure washing over you. Your time with us is just beginning,
and there will be many more orgasms for you to enjoy in the months and
years ahead." Char sobbed as she smiled at me and squeezed my hand.

    Char's spasms were still occurring, but she asked Carrie if they could
trade positions so that Carrie could have her orgasm. They smoothly
reversed positions, and Char tenderly stimulated Carrie's labia with her
lips, tongue, and teeth, before going inside and alternately tongueing
Carrie's clit and the inner walls of her vagina. I recognized the signs
that Carrie was about to have one of her mega-orgasms, and I warned Char
that she was about to get bucked off. She pulled her face away from Carrie
at just the right moment. As Carrie's pelvis rose a foot off the bed, Char
grinned, then her lips touched Carrie's vulva at its highest point of
travel before following it back down to the bed. I thought that was pretty
cool, I would try to remember it the next time Carrie tried to buck me
off.

    Carrie reached down and pulled Char up to her until they could kiss.
After a long lingering kiss, they both reached out to me and pulled me to
them. We lay in a heap, kissing one another for a long time. They were
sharing the contentment following good sex, and I was joyful knowing my
women had found each other, so soon after Char's arrival.

    We had been nuzzling one another for some time, when Char and Carrie
launched a coordinated attack on me. They pinned me on my back on the bed,
Carrie kissing me and Char sucking my cock. In a few minutes Carrie took
over the cock sucking duties, and Char got into the strap-on harness and
fitted it with a dildo.

    Kneeling behind her, Char carefully inserted the dildo into Carrie's
pussy and began fucking her. Carrie came at once, and so did I. Char
looked at me for guidance, she wasn't sure if she should stop or not. I
laughed and told her not to stop. I reminded her that Carrie could cum any
time and as often as she wished, and she had cum to show Char how pleased
she was with what Char was doing to her. Carrie took her mouth off of my
cock long enough to say, "What he said. Don't stop, Sweetie, you're a
wonderful lover."

    After Carrie came a second time, I said, "Carrie, I know what you're
dying to do, so why don't you let Char help you into the strap-on, and do
me?"

    She took my cock out of her mouth and grinned at me. "Why William, the
thought had never even crossed my mind. But I do have a question, William.
Why didn't you tell me about the strap-on harness during our role
reversal?"

    I laughed. "I wondered when you'd ask me that, I thought you'd wait
until you were fucking me. I didn't tell you because you were having
enough fun as it was. I would have told you about it at our next role
reversal, I swear. Now go get rigged up."

    Carrie and Char kissed and petted while they got the harness off of
Char and on to Carrie. Carrie walked up to the bed with the fake cock
waving back and forth. "Off the bed, William, we're going to do this in
style," she said. She spent a moment thinking about what she wanted to do,
then she made the decision. "I want Char on the table, on her back. I want
you fucking her sweet, wonderful pussy. At the same time, I'm going to be
opening you up a little." I shuddered.

    I helped Char onto the table, then gave her a passionate kiss. She
said she was looking forward having me in her pussy again, she had enjoyed
being fucked by me last night. "Enough foreplay," Carrie said with a big
grin.

    Char raised her legs and rested her calves on my shoulders, and I slid
my cock into her pussy. She sighed and asked permission to cum again.
"Permission granted, have fun Sweetie," Carrie said. As Char began to cum,
Carrie ran to the bathroom to get some lubricating jelly, then returned
and covered her dildo and my ass with it. Finally she poked her finger
into my ass and spread the lubrication inside me. Then I felt the end of
the dildo press against my ass, and at the same time Carrie said, "Shit,
I'm too low."

    Carrie ran to the closet and put on a pair of high heels. She came
back and poked me again, then said, "Just right." I braced for impact, but
Carrie decided to tease me a little first. "Are you ready for me,
William?" she asked.

    "Yes, Carrie my love, I'm ready for you. Fire when ready."

    She slowly eased the head of the dildo into my ass. "Open, open,
open," she said. I laughed, and she said "It's no fun teasing you,
William, you enjoy it as much as I do. Ok, here it comes." With her last
words, she slowly slid the dildo all the way into my ass. "Comfy?" she
asked me.

    "Oh, yeah, I just love it. I think I'm ready to try guys now."

    "No, you're not," she said, "because Char and I can provide everything
you need." She pumped the dildo in and out of my ass a few times, then
said, "See what I mean?"

    "Yeah, I see what you mean. That actually feels good, don't stop now."
It took us a minute to get the right rhythm. Since Char couldn't really
move with us, it turned out that the best technique was for Carrie to bend
her knees as I moved my hips back and forth. That way my cock slid in and
out of Char, and Carrie's dildo slid in and out of me.

    Soon Char received permission to cum again, and then a few minutes
later she got permission for her third orgasm. A little while after that
she said, "What is it with you guys and orgasms? Can both of you cum any
time you want?"

    Carrie's better at it than I am," I said.

    "William, Char's trying to tell you she's worn out. Please cum for her
so she won't have to ask you to stop fucking her. Char, he knows I'm
having fun fucking him, so he's holding off his orgasm so I can keep
having fun."

    I came in Char's pussy, and she came at the same time. "Oh, Master,
Mistress, I came without permission," she said, "I'm so sorry."

    "You have our permission to cum any time you want until further
notice, Char," I said. "It was your idea to ask before each one, it's not
a requirement. Until you're a little more accustomed to Carrie and I, why
don't you just enjoy your orgasms? We'll let you know if we want you to
suppress them, OK?"

    "Yes, Master, thank you," Char said.

    On impulse, I said, "Char do you remember a time when you were afraid
to get into the shower with me?"

    She laughed, a sensual, throaty laugh like Carrie sometimes rewarded
me with. "Yes, Master, that would have been yesterday," she said.

    "I hope you're not afraid of me any more, Char," I said.

    "No, Master, I think I'm falling in love with you," she said.

    "What's not to love?" Carrie said. "If you don't fall in love with
him, I'll think there's something wrong with you."

    I was still fucking Char slowly, so that Carrie wouldn't have to find
a new rhythm. "Are you about finished back there?" I asked Carrie. "This
poor girl is exhausted, we either need to stop for awhile, or you and I
need to get off of Char and continue your domination of me somewhere
else."

    "Ok," Carrie said, "I think I know what it feels like to butt fuck a
man now. Or at least I would know if I had any feeling in my dick." I
could tell by Char's expression that Carrie was now looking over my
shoulder at her. She added, "But I still want to know what it's like to
stick my dick into a cute blonde chick."

    Char treated us to another throaty laugh, then said,  "Please give me
a minute's rest, Mistress, then I'll be glad to help with your research."

    Carrie patted me on the back. "Ok, I'm done," she said as she pulled
her dildo out of my ass. I knew she couldn't let it go at that, and sure
enough she added, "Just remember, you're my bitch now."

    "Then we need to give Char a turn, so I can be her bitch too," I told
her.

    "See what I mean, Char?" Carrie said, "You can't get to him, he rolls
with all the punches. He rarely fights back, though. That's so we won't
stop trying to one-up him." Holding her lower body away from me, she
leaned in and put her arms around my neck. "He's my perfect man, and now
he'll be your perfect man too," she told Char. "There's more than enough
of him to share between us."

    "Yes, Mistress, I believe you're right," Char said.

    "Before you two give me a swelled head, let's get cleaned up and have
some lunch," I said.

    Char started giggling. "Swelled head? Which one would that be,
Master?" she asked. We all broke up laughing.

    Char helped Carrie out of the harness. As we were walking toward the
bathroom, Carrie took Char by the arm and asked her, "How do you like
being part of our family so far?"

    Char burst into tears and hugged Carrie. "I've never been happier in
my life," she said through her tears. I walked up behind her, and Carrie
and I made a Char sandwich. We held her until she looked up at Carrie and
smiled. "Sorry, Mistress, I sort of lost it," she said.

    Carrie said, "That's Ok, you're one of us now, we take care of each
another."

    It took us a long time to take a shower. I fucked Char once and Carrie
twice, and Carrie and Char ate each other. I was afraid we would run out
of hot water, but it lasted until we finished.

    Back in the bedroom, I asked Carrie how she wanted to dress her slave
for lunch. She said she was thinking of lingerie, she wanted to see how
sexy Char would look in bedroom wear. I picked out a sheer black blouse, a
pair of red hot pants, and high heels for Carrie, and laid the clothes on
the bed. I told her she and Char could experiment with Char's look while I
started lunch.

    Lunch was almost ready when Carrie and Char arrived at the kitchen.
They were dressed identically, topless, shoeless, and wearing a short
skirt. Char was also wearing a gold choker necklace. The necklace was a
nice touch on Carrie's part, she had collared her slave in style.

    "We decided on a coordinated look, how do you like us?" Carrie asked.

    "Carrie," I said, "please return to the bedroom at once and dress in
the clothes I laid out for you. Then wait for me on your knees."

    Carrie's smile faded and she lowered her eyes. "Yes, William," she
said quietly as she wheeled and left for the bedroom.

    Char was confused, she started to turn and follow Carrie. "No, Char,
you stay here with me," I said. I walked up to her and gave her a long
kiss on the lips. She was still unsure how to respond, but after an
initial hesitation she returned my kiss with passion. When I pulled away
from her lips, I gave her a tender kiss on each nipple. "Carrie's right,
you have beautiful breasts," I told her. She blushed a little and thanked
me.

    "Is Carrie in trouble, Master?" Char asked.

    "Yes she is, Char, do you know why?"

    "I think so, and it's my fault. She had decided to dress me like this,
and she was putting on the clothes you put on the bed. I suggested we
could dress alike, like a matched set, and she liked my idea. So it's my
fault she disobeyed you."

    "She doesn't have to follow your suggestions, Char, but she does have
to obey me. This is a sticking point between Carrie and I, that goes back
to before you came to us. After I screwed up and used the cane on her ass,
I thought she and I had made a pact, that she would never give me cause to
punish her again."

    Now Char was upset. "Oh, Master, please don't cane her for following
my suggestion. Give me her punishment instead. It's my fault, really."

    I laughed. "Relax, no one is going to get caned ever again in this
house. You don't need to worry about it any more, Char. Now help me set
the table for lunch, please."

    When lunch was on the table, I pulled out a chair for Char. She
hesitated, wanting to ask if Carrie would be eating with us, but she
decided not to. I watched her as she pulled up her skirt and sat down. As
I pushed her chair to the table, I said, "You're getting very good and
that, Char. Watch how Carrie does it, she's perfected the motion."

    I sat down, then told Char to start eating. She hesitated, again
wanting to ask about Carrie, but then she picked up her fork and began
eating. "Carrie's so graceful at everything she does, I love watching her
move," Char said. She looked into my eyes. "I know this sounds silly,
Master, I've been here less than 2 days, but I'm in love with Carrie. I
love everything about her. And I don't mean like a sister."

    "Does it bother you, making love with your half-sister, Char?" I
asked.

    After a moment, Char smiled. "If there was a chance I could get Carrie
pregnant, of she could get me pregnant, that would be bad. Otherwise, why
shouldn't we enjoy sex with one another if we want to?"

    "Do you worry about getting pregnant, Char?" I asked. Smiling, I
added, "Not by Carrie, of course, but by a man?"

    "I can't," she said, as she looked up at me. "My br ... my master had
me fixed, so I couldn't get pregnant. It was a tube ... tubal something, I
can't remember the name."

    "A tubal ligation?" I asked.

    She nodded. "See my scar?" she asked, pulling down the front of her
skirt and pointing to a barely visible mark on her abdomen.

    I reached out and took her hand in mine, and she looked up at me. "Who
gave you the scars on your back, Char?" I asked her softly.

    She lowered her eyes, and after a long pause she said, "Everybody."
She was silent again for a minute, then she decided to talk about it. "My
training masters started it. When I wouldn't obey, they brought in 2 more
training masters. They worked me in 8 hour shifts, around the clock. They
let me sleep a half hour at the beginning and in the middle of each shift.
Each time they woke me up, they'd whip my back and ass until I bled.
Finally I couldn't take any more, I decided to act like they wanted me
to."

    She had begun softly crying as she talked, but now she was sobbing. I
held her hand and looked at her until the sobbing ran its course. She took
a deep breath, sat up straight, then looked at me again. "When I was given
to my brother, my master, he said we should finish the pattern, so he kept
whipping me for a couple of years, until finally there was no place left
on my backside to put a new scar. He seemed satisfied after that, he
didn't whip me much, except to flog me each time before he fucked me."

    I sat silently, not knowing what to say to her that would have any
meaning. I felt hate for the system and the people that would do this to
her, or to anyone, for no reason except that they could. And I felt
disgust for myself, that I could have once participated in that system.

    Char spoke again, jarring me from my thoughts. "You won't let them
take me back, will you Master?"

    I looked into her eyes, and said, "I'll kill them if they try."

    She smiled and squeezed my hand. "I feel safe here with you and
Carrie. And loved, it's been a long time since I felt love."

    We sat holding hands and looking at one another for a few more
minutes. Then Char asked about Carrie, if I was going to let Carrie have
lunch. "We'll take care of that right now," I said. "Char, would you mind
staying here in your chair, to keep Carrie company while she eats her
lunch?"

    "No, Master, I'd be happy to," she said.

    I cleared the table except for Carrie's plate. I cut up the cold food
on her plate into bite-sized chucks, then set the plate on the floor
beside Char. "Char," I said, "you will never tell Carrie anything you and
I have discussed about her. I know she is your Mistress, but you must obey
me above her in this regard. If she ever asks you what I've said to you
about her, you must say that you're not allowed to answer, and refer her
to me. Is that clear?" Char said that she understood. I told her to remain
seated, Carrie would join her soon. Then I went to the bedroom.

    Carrie was kneeling in the center of the bedroom, dressed in the
clothes I had laid out for her. She was perfectly Posed, with her head
erect and her eyes lowered. "Stand up and strip," I said. As she was
undressing, I said, "We had a perfect morning. I got you your own slave
this morning, for Christ's sake. Is life just too predictable for you when
you're obedident? Do you get an overwhelming urge to piss me off? What's
wrong with you?" Tears were running down her cheeks, and she was
pretending she was under Formal Speech rules, although that wasn't the
case.

    I went to the mural room and returned with Carrie's wrist manacles. I
put them on her and clipped her wrists together behind her back. "I don't
even want to talk to you, go to the dining room and eat your lunch," I
told her. Carrie walked out of the bedroom. I waited a minute and then
followed her. But instead of going through the kitchen, I crept into the
living room, and then looked into the dining room from the door that was
behind Char and Carrie.

    Carrie was on her knees, taking a bite of food from her plate. Char
said she was sorry, that it was her suggestion that got Carrie in trouble.
Still chewing her food, Carrie said, "It's not your fault, Sweetie, it's
my fault. Don't worry, everything will be Ok."

    "Is this part of your game, a scene between you and Master?" Char
asked.

    "No, Char, this is simply a case where I screwed up. Sometimes I get
an idea, or in this case someone gives me an idea. And the idea appeals to
me, so I do it without thinking. I guess that's called headstrong. It's
not a good trait for a slave."

    Carrie stopped eating and raised up to talk to Char. "Char, my problem
is that I'm only a slave for him, I'm only submissive to him. It's not my
nature, it's what I want to give him. I have to fight myself to be what I
want to be for him. I screw up a lot, so we have this ongoing conflict.
When he's punished me as much as he wishes to, we'll be back to normal,
until I screw up again. I try very hard to obey, to be his perfect slave.
Some day I'll achieve it, but today's not that day."

    I went back through the living room, through the kitchen, and back
into the dining room. Char looked at me, but remained silent. Carrie was
bent over her plate again. "Are you finished with your lunch, Carrie?" I
asked.

    "Not yet, William," she said quietly.

    "Aren't you going to offer your usual apology, and promise not to
disobey me again?" I asked.

    She straightened up and looked at me. "No, William," she said. "We've
said everything there is to say, many times. I disobeyed you. I did it on
an impulse, not intentionally. I didn't think about what I was doing, I
just did it. I wish I hadn't done it, and I hope I never do it again, but
we both know I probably will. You know how hard I try. What I'm sorry for
is that I'm not the slave you deserve."

    "Char," I said, "when Carrie has cleaned her plate, please take it to
the kitchen, and then bring her to the bedroom."

    "Yes, Master," Char said. I went back to the bedroom and stretched out
on the bed. About 5 minutes later, Char led Carrie into the bedroom,
holding her by the upper arm. I asked Char why she was holding Carrie's
arm, and she said, "Master, Carrie said when you told me to bring her to
you, you meant that literally, and I should physically bring her here. She
also told me that, when I was following your commands concerning her, we
were sister slaves, and I should refer to her as 'Carrie', not
'Mistress'."

    I smiled. "You see, Char," I said, "no one ever told Carrie that. She
just thinks that's the proper way for slaves to behave. And she's right,
it is. She has an incredible, intuitive feel for the nuances of slave
behaviour, except for the part where a slave is supposed to obey her
master. She's never been able to get that one right for very long at a
time."

    Carrie was standing in the Waiting Pose. She hadn't reacted to what I
said, and she hadn't looked at me. "Carrie," I said, and her eyes snapped
up to meet mine. "I've been trying to think of a punishment that you
wouldn't be happy to endure for your Master. I think I've found one, tell
me what you think. Your punishment is two hard blows with a crop on each
breast ... of your slave, Char."

    "No!" Carrie yelled as she dropped to her knees. "You can't do that,
you mustn't, it's not right. Do anything to me, but don't hurt her. She
hasn't done anything wrong, and she's had so much pain. I'm begging you,
Master, don't do this." Tears were running down her face.

    "It's all right, Carrie," Char said. "I'll be Ok, don't worry."

    When they had both had their say, I said, "I assure you, Carrie, I can
do that. For this time only, your punishment is suspended, but it's not
cancelled. The next time you disobey, Char will receive the prescribed
punishment for both offences. Do you understand, and do you understand
that I'm serious?"

    Her head bowed, Carrie softly answered. "Yes, William, I understand,
and I know you're serious. Thank you for giving me another chance. I won't
fail either of you again."



Monday, 28 September 2015

Posture collar

A posture collar is a rigid collar used in BDSM and fetish play that is wide enough to restrict movement of the neck. Posture collars help in maintaining posture, keeping the chin high and the neck extended. Posture collars typically flare widely at the front to reach from the chin to the collarbone, preventing the wearer from hanging their head or looking downward.


On Etsy you will find some wonderful examples of such a collar. I like this one very much:





This one is obvisouly made of leather by Ophelia Rose. It's doesn't chafe or cuts the chin like some steel boned posture collars will do.

Another one I like so much is this one made of lace:


It looks so elegant and is made by Olga and sold on Etsy.

Or this one, made by the somewhat frightening name of Asphyxia couture.



Did I say I simply love the posture collar, as Carrie is wearing in Training Carrie?














Training Carrie, chapter 64


novel by Jay West

Training Carrie by Her Master

by Jay West 


Chapter 64


"There are two things we want to accomplish this morning, Carrie.
First comes exercise, then a relaxing reading session."

Carrie laughed. she turned to Char, who was still stunned by all that
had happened to her in the last few minutes, and said, "Wait until you see
what he refers to as 'relaxing reading,' Char. You won't believe what he
does to me." Char gave Carrie a weak smile and nodded.

"Wake up!" Carrie told Char. "You're stuck about 5 minutes ago. You
need to stay in the present with us, Char. You have to be alert to what we
require of you from second to second. Whatever's wrong with you, shake it
off right now."

I put my hand on Carrie's shoulder, and said, "That's a common
problem. Following an intense orgasm, slaves sometimes enter a dreamy
state like Char was in, if you let them. They're basking in the afterglow,
and they tend to tune out everything else. Fortunately, I never had that
problem with you, you were always completely responsive to me, even while
you were in the middle of an intense orgasm.

"You have to break her of doing that, nip it in the bud. You should
forbid her to cum again for awhile, as punishment. You might also consider
something like nipple clips, to focus her attention on the here and now."

"If she drifts off again, that's exactly what I'll do, William. Thank
you for the advice." Turning to Char, she said, "Char, you are not to cum
again until you are given permission. Do you understand?" Char indicated
that she understood. Carrie turned her back on Char and we continued our
discussion.

I said, "I was thinking that Char needed a context to understand what
she and I will be doing to you downstairs during the reading. While we're
waiting for breakfast to settle, before you do your exercise, let's show
her the movie we made in Maurice's car."

"Oh, yeah," Carrie said with a grin, "I'd love to see it again
myself." I told Carrie to put her slave on the couch and sit right next to
her. While I fetched the camera, Carrie started telling Char the story,
about the movie and what it had to do with my reading to her.

When I returned with the camera, Char and Carrie were sitting thigh to
thigh, and Carrie was trying to explain everything to Char. Carrie told me
that all Char knew about "The Story of O" was that it was a famous work of
pornography, but she had never read it. I sat down on the opposite side of
Char and slid closer until she was squeezed gently between Carrie and me.

I gave her the short version. "Char, the movie we're going to show you
is a scene from "The Story of O," that Carrie and I acted out right here
on the couch. Carrie didn't know what was happening until about 5 minutes
into the scene. You'll see it, the moment she understood who her character
was, and then you'll see a masterful job on her part of getting into the
role. She had me believing she was really afraid."

I prepared the camera and showed Char where the control buttons were
located, then handed it to her and told her to hold it with both hands,
positioned so we could all three see the screen. I was on Char's right
side, so I put my left elbow on the back of the couch and draped my arm
over her right shoulder, so that my fingertips rested on her areola and
brushed her nipple. I laid my other hand on the inside of her thigh, just
below her pussy, and began curling and straightening my fingers in a
gentle caress of her thigh. Seeing what I was up to, Carrie did the same
on the other side, except she shoved two fingers into Char's pussy and
rested her thumb on Char's clit. Char whimpered when Carrie's thumb
contacted her clit, and her body began trembling continuously.

"We're all set, Char, start the movie," I told her, then Carrie
reminded her that she was forbidden to cum and she needed to stay focused
on her Master and Mistress. Char fumbled with the controls, then finally
started the playback.

As the movie began, I narrated for Char. I explained that I had told
Carrie the couch was the back seat of a car. Carrie was beginning to think
I was crazy, but she didn't know what to do except go along. At the very
beginning of the scene, I turned the camera on and then introduced Carrie
to it as my friend Maurice, the car's driver. In spite of her predicament,
Char chuckled softly at Carrie's expression of confusion and exasperation.

We kept silent through the several minutes of inactivity I inserted to
build the tension. Char became increasingly amused at Carrie's discomfort,
and finally she laughed. Carrie pushed her fingers farther into Char's
pussy and applied her thumbnail to Char's clit. Char gasped, and Carrie
said, "Not so funny now, eh Char?"

"It is funny, Carrie," I said. "Please don't punish your slave for
laughing at something that's funny."

"You're right William. I'm sorry, Char, let me make it up to you,"
Carrie said. She began stroking Char's clit lightly with her thumb,
producing a whimper of frustration and stronger trembling from Char.

I brushed Char's nipple with my fingers. "Here it comes, Char, watch
closely" I said, as the movie reached the point where I delivered the line
of dialog that Carrie recognized.

When the movie Carrie sneaked a look at me, then said "Oh, my God,"
Char gasped.

"Mistress, that's so cool," she said. She was trying her best to
particiate as we demanded, in spite the intense stimulation she was
receiving. I told Char that was just the beginning, and alerted her to
watch how Carrie got into the part and played to the camera as if it was
the car driver. Char was rapt by the performance, to the degree that she
partially tuned out our attempts to excite her sexually. She occasionally
offered comments like "Cool," or "Neat.""

When Carrie had been led out of the "Car" and was standing and waiting
for someone to take her into the Chateau, I said, "Tell me if she's crying
here, Char. She denies it, but I was right there, and I'm sure she was
crying behind the blindfold."

Char craned forward, and studied the screen carefully. "My Mistress
was definitely crying, Master," Char said.

"I was not, I was pretending to cry. It's called acting," Carrie said.
I glanced over at her to see she was grinning. Then she laughed. "Ok, I
was crying. It's a tribute to your ingenuity and our mutual trust,
William. I was able to let go completely and allow myself to believe I had
been abandoned in a strange place, totally alone and exposed. It scared
the shit out of me, it was one of the most exciting things I've ever
experienced.

"But Pierre was your tour de force, William, he was truly terrifying,
even though I knew it was you. I wish you had taped Pierre, just to listen
to him again. I still get a chill remembering him."

When the movie was over, Char told Carrie again that she had given a
wonderful performance. Carrie thanked her, and asked if we could rewind
and play it again. Char groaned loudly, and said, "Mistress, I don't think
I can withstand yours and Master's stimulation, I'm very close to coming."

"You'd better not cum, you horny little slut," Carrie said. "We're
just getting started with our day, and it's going to be a long time before
you're allowed to cum again."

"Yes, Mistress, I'll try my very best to keep from coming. And I
apologize for zoning out after the wonderful orgasm you gave me, it was so
intense. I long for the next time I'm allowed to cum for my Mistress and
Master, and I promise I'll stay in the present, where I can continue
serving you."

"I believe it's time for your exercise, Carrie," I said, "We can watch
the movie again later, if you want. Why don't you let Char clean your
fingers, then let's go to the spare bedroom."

"Yes, William," Carrie said as she moved her fingers from Char's pussy
to her mouth. I took my hand away from Char's breast, then bent over and
kissed her nipple. With her mouth full of Carrie's fingers, I could still
tell she was smiling at me.

In the spare bedroom, I told Carrie she could undress and prepare for
exercise. Following the chain of command, Carrie ordered Char to undress
her, then to put on her sports bra and her socks and shoes.

As Carrie mounted the eliptical trainer to do her 5-minute warmup
exercise, I asked her if I could borrow her slave while she worked out.
"We both belong to you, William," she answered. "Please use her as you
wish." I directed Char to get on her knees and bend over the seat of the
weight bench. Kneeling behind her, I reminded Char that her Mistress had
forbidden her to cum. I slipped my cock into her wet pussy for
lubrication, then carefully pushed my way into her ass and began slowly
fucking her.

Carrie finished her warmup, and dismounted to stretch. She grinned
over at me and asked me if it was tight. "Yes, it's tighter than I
expected," I said, "she must not have been used like this very often."

"This is the first time I've seen you fuck anyone else, William, I'm
very jealous," Carrie said with a smile. Then she addressed Char. "How do
you like him, Char? Didn't I tell you he was good? He's very unselfish,
nearly always more interested in his partner's pleasure than in his own.
He's fucking you slowly in your ass, because he knows he can give you
pleasure like that all day, and still keep you from coming and disobeying
me. I'd rather he took you to the edge of an orgasm and held you there,
driving you crazy, he's perfectly capable of doing that if he wanted to.
You don't even realize how good he's being to you right now." Char turned
her head and looked back at me. From the look on her face, I guessed she
had an idea how good I was being to her.

Her stretches completed, Carrie got back on the elliptical trainer and
began her exercise. After a minute, I asked her why she wasn't talking. "I
assumed you were too busy to listen," she said, smiling over at us. I told
her I could fuck and listen at the same time, and asked her to please
begin talking to me.

Carrie began talking about a variety of trivial subjects. Char had
been totally passive while I fucked her; but when Carrie started talking,
Char began to take an interest. She was new to everything we were doing,
and she didn't understand why Carrie was talking during her exercise, but
she was listening intently. At one point Carrie seemed to run out of
subjects. Then she looked over at us and saw that Char was hanging on her
every word, so she began explaining to Char what was going on, telling her
that I wanted her to talk so that I could determine how hard she was
working. Then Carrie smiled at me and said It was also a form of mandatory
psychotherapy.

Once Carrie had Char's full attention, she told Char how she was
looking forward to achieving total control over her. She tried to explain
to Char how happy she was, now that she had let go and surrendered to her
Master. Then she assured Char that it would be the same for her, if she
would simply apply the training she had already received and submit to the
two of us.

Char was smiling and nodding to Carrie, so I decided to reward her. I
pulled her upright by her shoulders, and then began softly caressing her
breasts and nipples. I whispered in her ear to turn her head to me for a
kiss. We touched our lips together tenderly and Char sighed her breath
into my mouth. I glanced over at Carrie and she was grinning at me. It was
a relief to see that she didn't seem jealous.

"I'm going to cum in your ass now, Char," I said. "I want you to enjoy
the sensation, but remember that you're forbidden to cum yourself. Is that
clear."

"Yes, Master. You're a wonderful lover, Master," she said. I kissed
her passionately as I unloaded in her ass. When my cock finished spurting
into Char's ass, she whispered, "Thank you for your gift, Master, it was a
pleasure to receive your cum."

Carrie had finished her workout and was doing her stretches. I pulled
my dick out of Char's ass, then patted her on the butt and told her she
would soon be part of our family. She asked me if she could clean my cock,
and I nodded. She turned around, bent low until she could take my cock
into her mouth, and began licking and sucking. Carrie climbed back on the
elliptical trainer and began her slow 5 minute cooldown. She and I looked
at one another and smiled.

When Carrie dismounted from the elliptical machine for the last time,
she walked over to Char and I. I told Char to get to her feet, and she
stood and smiled at Carrie. "Don't get too comfortable with him," Carrie
said, "He belongs to me. You're just a placeholder when I'm not
available." Char looked hurt, and I warned Carrie with my eyes that she
was going too far. She got the message, then hugged and kissed Char.
Looking into Char's eyes, Carrie said, "I guess I really am jealous, I've
never had to deal with a third person before. Don't worry, Sweetie, I'll
learn to share him with you." She gripped Char by the back of her neck and
added, "And I'll learn to share you with him. Right now I'm feeling
possessive about both of you."

Char smiled when Carrie said that last part, she obviously had a
hunger for affection and belonging. Carrie had Char remove her bra and
then kiss each of her nipples. Then Carrie took Char by both shoulders and
said, "Go to our bathroom right now and sit on the toilet, but don't do
anything until I'm there to watch you."

When Carrie released her, Char turned to leave for the bathroom. As
she reached the door, Carrie called her name softly, and Char turned and
waited. Carrie said, "Whenever you're alone, you will hold your arms above
your head like you did in the kitchen earlier. That will be a reminder to
you that your body belongs to us now, and you have no right to touch it
except under our control. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss," Char said, blushing a little. Carrie dismissed her, and
as Char walked out of sight she raised her arms straight up over her head.

When Char was out of hearing range, Carrie and I compared notes while
she sat and removed her shoes and socks. "That was a nice touch, having
her keep her arms up," I told her. "But you need to back off on the
jealousy talk, you're adding to her stress. She doesn't need to think
she's a cause for jealousy, I think she's trying her best to submit to
both of us."

"Yes, William," Carrie said, lowering her eyes. "Of course you already
know, but I'll tell you anyway, I really am jealous. I want both of you
for myself, and I don't like seeing the two of you together."

I took her chin between my thumb and finger, and raised her head until
she looked up at me. "When it comes to Char and me, what you want or like
is irrelevant. You opened the door last night, inviting her into bed with
us while we fucked. Now I'll do as I please, when I please, with either of
you." I paused until she nodded in agreement, then I said, "If you'll use
that wonderful brain, you'll soon figure out that you have nothing to fear
from Char. She changes nothing between you and I, except to add variety to
everything we do."

"I know that, William," Carrie said. "But what I told her is the
truth. I am jealous of both of you. I'll get over it."

"Get over it soon," I said, releasing her chin. "Now let's talk about
the rest of the morning. When we're finished tormenting you downstairs,
she'll take your place. We'll do the same to her, until we take her to her
limits, without letting her cum. Then finally you'll give her permission,
and the two of us will make her cum until she begs us to stop.

"When she's on her back, fastened to the punishment stage, coming down
from multiple orgasms, she will be the most vulnerable she's ever been to
us. For the first time in her life, she will have been restrained for
punishment, but received pleasure instead - lots of pleasure. She'll want
to commit to us, to make sure that happens again and again. It will be
your job to push her that last step, and make her give herself to us. Be
subtle, and be sweet. No more of your hard-assed attitude unless she does
something wrong. Do you understand?"

"Yes, William," Carrie said.

I kissed her tenderly, then said, "If you want her, she can be yours
today. If you don't think you want to share me with her, or her with me,
say so now, and let's decide where we go from here."

Carrie grinned at me. "I want you both. And I want you both in bed
with me this afternoon. Let's go make it happen." I put Carrie's gown and
heels on her, and we went to the bathroom.

Char was waiting on the toilet, her arms in the air. She beamed at us
when we entered the bathroom, and moved her arms forward to us. We each
took one of her hands and knelt in front of her. "Did you miss us,
Sweetie?" Carrie asked her.

"Yes, Mistress, I missed you both," she said. "It hurts to be sent
away by myself, I want to be with you all the time."

"We're here now, Char, and it's time for you to do your business so we
can get on with the program," Carrie said between kisses to Char's
breasts. As Char began to take a dump, Carrie said to me, "Don't you just
love her tits, William? Do you think they'll get much bigger when we get
her back to her proper weight?"

"I think they'll be about the same size as yours, perhaps a little
smaller" I said.

"As long as they're not bigger," she said, smiling at Char. "I want to
have the biggest hooters in the family." Char grinned, and Carrie kissed
her on the lips.

Char was finished, but before Carrie let her up she said, "Char, we're
going downstairs as soon as we're all finished on the toilet. You're not
going to give us any trouble about going into our training room are you?"

Char took a deep breath, then said, "No, Mistress, I'll go anywhere
you tell me to go. But I'm still afraid of the room. I know I'll be even
more afraid when I go inside."

I put a hand on Char's thigh and gripped it lightly. "It's Ok to be
afraid, Char. We'll put you in lots of situations where you'll feel some
degree of fear. But no harm will come to you, and eventually you'll accept
fear as another emotion to be experienced and remembered."

"Thank you, Master," she said.

When we had all had our turn on the toilet and the bidet, it was time
to go to the mural room. I told Carrie to explain the rules of transition,
and then to put all of the bondage gear on her slave. Carrie explained to
Char that she would be under formal speech from the time she entered this
room until she returned here from the basement. Char still wore her wrist
cuffs, so Carrie began putting on her ankle cuffs, belt, and collar.

I commented that my bondage gear was a poor fit for char, and that we
would have to order a set that fit her, once she was at the proper weight.
She looked at me with curiosity when I mentioned that it was my gear. I
smiled and said we would tell her about it later.

When Char was fully outfitted and her wrists fastened behind her back,
I told Carrie to help her slave down the stairs, take her into the
training room, and leave her in the Waiting Pose. Then Carrie was to
return and receive her own bondage gear.

When Carrie came back up the stairs, she was grinning at me. "Any
problem?" I asked.

"None at all, but she's trembling like a leaf. We shouldn't leave her
alone down there for long." Before I could undress Carrie, which would
have prevented her from speaking without permission, she said, "I'm
already soaking wet. Are you going to allow me to cum during the reading?"

"I was going to, would you rather wait?" I asked. She said she would
leave it up to me. "Then you'll have no orgasms until told otherwise," I
said, then unhooked her gown and let it fall to the floor.

When Carrie and I joined Char, I said, "Just so you know the score,
Char, you and Carrie are both under Formal Speech rules, you are both
forbidden to cum, and you are both under my command." She nodded, then she
and Carrie smiled at one another. "My cup runneth over," I said, "two
beautiful, submissive women, eager to obey my every command."

I rubbed my hands together in mock eagerness. "What shall we do first?
I know, let's go to the bars!" Char didn't seem too thrilled about that,
but once I took each of them by a nipple and started toward the bars, she
gave no resistance.

When we got to the bars, I unfastened Carrie's wrists and pointed to
the bars. She took her position, spread her legs, and then bent over the
front bar and grasped the rear bar. Finally she raised her head and looked
at us in the mirror, a smile on her face.

I put my hands on Char's shoulders. "Nothing is going to happen to you
here," I told her. "Carrie is going to receive a spanking. It's not a
punishment, she's done nothing to merit a punishment. I spank her because
she and I enjoy it. I will spank her hard enough and long enough to make
her want it to stop. Your part is to watch Carrie as she receives her
spanking, and lend her moral support, to help her endure a longer spanking
than she would be able to endure without your support.

"You are still under Formal Speech, but if you believe that you can
say anything to Carrie that will be of comfort or assistance to her, to
help her get through the spanking, you are allowed to speak to her. She
will not be allowed to speak to you. As Carrie's slave, it's your duty and
responsibility to assist her in all things. Do you understand?" Char
nodded.

I took Char around the bars until she was standing in front of Carrie.
Then I had her kneel under the bar, between Carrie's outstretched arms.
Unfastening her wrists, I said, "You may touch Carrie's hands with yours,
if you think it will help her. She may not let go of the bars for any
reason, and you may not touch her anywhere except on her hands. Keep your
wrists crossed behind your back unless you wish to touch Carrie's hands."
Her eyes were locked on Carrie's face, but Carrie was staring at herself
in the mirror as required.

I walked back to the front bar, positioned myself, and then began
spanking Carrie hard. Carrie's face remained stoic, but Char was showing
the pain on her face. After 50 strokes, Carrie still wasn't crying,
although the strain was starting to show. Tears were running down Char's
face, but she hadn't yet tried to comfort Carrie.

We neared 100 strokes. Carrie had been silently crying for some time,
and now she moaned loudly for the first time. Char was very agitated and
upset. After another minute Char reached up and put her hands over
Carrie's. "Let the pain flow through you, give it to me," she said. "Keep
whatever pleasure you get from this, and give me your pain. I love you,
and I want to take it from you. You should never have to suffer, let me do
it for you."

Carrie looked down at Char and was about to speak. "Keep looking at
yourself, and keep quiet," I said. She immediately raised her eyes back to
her reflection in the wall mirror.

Char didn't know what else to say. She periodically repeated what she
had already told Carrie, that she loved her and wanted to take the pain
from her. When we got to a little more than 200 strokes, Carrie was
sobbing and gasping continuously. Char was still holding Carrie's hands.
She said, "Oh this is awful, I don't know how to help, I want so badly to
help you Mistress, but there's nothing I can do. Please at least let me
share your pain. I'd do anything to take the pain from you, if I knew what
to do."

"Do you really want to take Carrie's pain for her, Char?" I asked. She
quickly nodded her head. "Carrie is due 200 more strokes," I said. "Would
you be willing to take them in her place?" Without hesitation, Char nodded
her head vigorously.

Carrie's eyes shifted in the mirror, to look at me. Through her sobs,
Carrie said, "No, William, please don't."

"Quiet, Carrie," I said. "The two of you will change places now, and
we will continue the spanking." Char immediately got to her feet and ran
around to the front bar. Carrie released her grip on the rear bar and
stood up. She looked at me, and it was obvious she didn't like what I was
doing. I knew she had received enough of a spanking to satisfy her needs,
so I assumed she was unhappy because she didn't want Char spanked for no
reason.

I helped Char position herself on the bars. I thought of restraining
her in position, then decided to wait and see if she could hold her
position without restraint, like she saw Carrie do. I reminded Char to
keep looking at herself in the mirror. I then turned to Carrie, who was
still standing beside me looking unhappy. "Take your position, Carrie," I
told her. She walked around to the rear bar and knelt in front of Char.

Even before I delivered the first blow, Carrie reached up and put her
hands over Char's, then said, "I'm so sorry, Baby, I should have been
stronger for you. You shouldn't have to take this in my place, you've had
too much pain in your life already."

I asked Char if she was ready, and she smiled at me in the mirror and
nodded. I began spanking her. Carrie kept talking to her, urging her to be
strong and telling her it would be over soon. A few minutes later, crying
now from sorrow rather than from pain, Carrie apologized to Char for
spanking her last night, and promised she would stop treating her harshly,
and would be the loving Mistress she deserved.

That was what I was waiting for, I stopped Char's spanking. "I think
I've made a mistake," I said. "Carrie didn't have 200 to go, she only had
20. We're finished, Char, you may stand up, and both of you are released
from Formal Speech rules."

Char let go of the rear bar, then ducked under the front bar and fell
to her knees in front of Carrie. They cried and hugged and kissed each
other, then both said "I love you" at the same time.

I let them have their moment, then finally I spoke up. "I feel there's
a lot of love and understanding in this room now. I hope it's a new
beginning for us, the beginning of a long, loving relationship among the
three of us.

Carrie helped Char to her feet and they both came to me. We hugged and
kissed for a minute, then Carrie returned to normal. She hit me on the arm
and said "Bastard."

"Who, me?" I said. "I'm sorry, but I never claimed to be a math whiz."

Carrie kissed me again, then spoke to Char. "This is what he does,"
she said. "He teaches you exactly the lesson you need to learn. I was mean
to you and I've been jealous of you, and in return you were willing to
suffer in my place through a long spanking. I understand now, and I swear
I'll always treat you with love and fairness, and I promise to be as good
a Mistress to you as I can possibly be. I know I'll screw it up at first,
but William will be here to keep me on the right path, as he always does."

We all hugged for a few more moments, then Carrie and Char shared a
long, sensous kiss. When they broke apart, Char took a deep breath and
said, "I know I need more training before I can serve the two of you as
you deserve and demand. But I would like very much to commit myself to you
now, if you will accept my service and my promise to be yours forever. I
don't need to wait any longer, I know this is the right decision for me."


Sunday, 27 September 2015

Training Carrie, chapter 63


novel by Jay West

Training Carrie by Her Master

by Jay West 


Chapter 63

  I waited until Char was in place and had begun working on Carrie's
pussy, then I moved into position behind her. She jumped when I first
brushed her vulva with my fingers, but then she relaxed and pressed
against my hand. I played with her outer labia for a minute, then began
making forays inside with my fingers, pleased that she was already wet.
She jumped again when I first contacted her clit, but then she began
moaning softly. Finally I thought she was ready, so I eased the head of my
cock into her. She pushed back against me, which I took to mean she was
asking for the whole thing. Although her mouth was busy with Carrie's
pussy, Char was very expressive about the pleasure she felt when I
penetrated her fully.

    After a few minutes, the three of us were very well in sync, and
everybody seemed to be enjoying what they were getting. We fucked for
about 10 minutes, then Carrie and I came at the same time. A minute later,
probably when Carrie's tremors had damped out, Char thought we were done.
She raised her face from Carrie, but Carrie immediately reached down and
pushed Char's head back down. I kept fucking her, and after a few seconds
I could tell from the moans that she had gone back to work on Carrie.

    The whole process was repeated twice, and finally Char raised her head
long enough to ask if we could stop, she was exhausted. "We'll stop as
soon as you cum for us," Carrie said, "Then you can have a few minutes
rest before we try another position."

    "I'll try, Carrie, thank you," Char said. It took two more orgasms
from Carrie, and one from me before Char finally came. When the fireworks
were over, Carrie patted her on the head and said she was a good girl.
Char thanked Carrie, then thanked me, then asked if she could please lie
down for awhile.

    We all stretched out on the bed, with Char between Carrie and I. We
idly roamed our hands over Char's body, while totally ignoring her
otherwise. We made small talk for 5 or 10 minutes, then Carrie asked me
what was on the agenda for tomorrow. I said exercise and then I would read
to her downstairs. She groaned and said she was still hot from the last
time I read to her.

    I pointed out to Carrie that her new slave could help during the
reading, if only she wasn't afraid to enter the training room downstairs.
"That won't be a problem, William," Carrie said, "I'll make sure she goes
to the training room without a peep." Then she spoke to Char for the first
time, twisting her nipple while asking, "Isn't that right, Char?"

    A moment later Char said quietly, "Yes, Carrie, I'll do whatever you
want. Whatever you or William tell me."

    Carrie leaned over and kissed Char on the lips. "That's the right
answer, Char. Don't forget it." She paused, then added, "I think it would
help your attitude if you called me 'Mistress' and called William 'Master'
from now on. When you're answering Yes or No questions, you will call me
'Miss' and you'll call William 'Sir'. Do you understand?"

    "Yes, Miss," Char answered.

    Carrie looked at me, and said, "See, she's a little slow, but finally
she's catching on. I think she's going to work out Ok." She layed her hand
on Char's breast, kissed her again, and said, "The more submissive and
obedient you are, the more fun and sex you'll get."

    Char smiled and said, "Thank you Mistress. Thank you Master."

    Carrie kissed her again, then said, "William and I have some more
fucking to do, but I think you've had a long day, and we should put you to
bed. Are you ready for bed, Char?"

    Char looked disappointed, but she was definitely tired. "Yes, Miss,"
she replied reluctantly. Carrie asked if she needed to use the toilet, and
she said "Yes, Miss," again.

    We led her to the tolet, each of us holding one of her hands, and
positioned her on the toilet. When we let go of her hands, she looked up
at us for a moment, then raised her arms to us. We both knelt in front of
her and began kissing and caressing her breasts, stomach, and face. We
soon heard the sound of her peeing as she sighed contentedly.

    After Carrie helped her squat over the bidet, she dried Char and led
her back to the bedroom. I had fetched the other set of wrist manacles
from the mural room, the ones I wore during our role reversal, and I
handed them to Carrie. She put them on Char, then fastened her wrists
together behind her back.

    I got a pillow out of the closet and threw it on the floor at the foot
of the bed, and Carrie helped Char lie down with her head on the pillow.
"When you've shown us you can be obedient and submissive, we'll consider
letting you sleep with us," Carrie said as she covered Char with a
blanket.

    "Thank you, Mistress, I'll try very hard to earn that reward," Char
said with sincerity.

    "Here's something to help you get to sleep. Open your legs for me,
Sweetie," Carrie said. She threw back the blanket and Char opened her
legs. Carrie began stimulating Char's pussy with her hand, and Char began
moaning immediately, then had an intense orgasm a few minutes later. As
soon as her orgasm started, Carrie pulled her hand away, threw the blanket
over Char, and crawled back into bed with me.

    Carrie put her fingers into her mouth and licked them clean. Then she
looked at me with mock surprise. "Why William, have you been fucking that
little cunt? She tastes just like you."

    "Not me, Carrie, I swear," I said, then we both broke up laughing. We
hugged and kissed for a few minutes, then I began giving Carrie a good old
straight fuck.

    As we were fucking and laughing and talking, we heard soft sobs coming
from Char. "Shut up and go to sleep, Char," Carrie said, "unless you want
the two of us to finish your spanking." Char was quiet after that, but I
doubted she was asleep.

    Early the next morning, I woke up to Carrie's kisses. "I've gotta
pee," she told me. I rolled out of bed and took her by the hand. I was
pulling her toward the bathroom, when she pulled back and led me over to
Char. Carrie pulled the blanket off of Char, said, "Get up and come to the
bathroom, Char," then she led me to the bathroom and sat down.

    As Carrie was peeing and moaning from my stimulation of her nipples,
Char walked into the bathroom. Carrie looked at her and said, "We're going
to leave your wrists bound behind you for a little while, Char. Did you
sleep well?"

    "Yes, Miss, thank you," Char said sleepily. Carrie ignored Char after
that, until she and I had finished on the toilet and the bidet. Carrie
then seated Char on the toilet, knelt in front of her, took control of
both her nipples and began rolling and squeezing them, and at the same
time gave Char a passionate kiss. She kept at it until Char finally
relieved herself. When Carrie pulled away from her mouth, Char was
gasping. "Thank you, Mistress," she said.

    "My pleasure," Carrie said as she stood and patted Char on the head,
then helped her to stand and led her to the bidet.

    Back in the bedroom, Carrie put her "reverse apron" house wear on Char
and asked her if she knew what it was for. "No, Miss," Char said. Carrie
explained the rule about sitting, reminding Char that she had seen Carrie
sit like that last night at dinner. Then she made Char practice sitting
while pulling the house wear away from her ass at the same time. It would
have been better if her hands weren't bound during her first lesson, but
Carrie chose to leave her bound. When we both agreed that Char had become
proficient, we let her relax while I dressed Carrie.

    I had selected her floor length sheer gown and high heels because it
was my favourite outfit, but also because I suspected it would have Char
drooling over Carrie's appearance. When Carrie was dressed, she spun in
the middle of the room. Looking at Char, she said, "You're still under
informal speech, Char, you can speak any time you wish. What do you think
of my gown?"

    "You're more beautiful than I could imagine, Mistress. I'm getting wet
just looking at you."

    Carrie laughed, then went to Char, pulled her up from the chair by her
nipples, and kissed her. "That's so sweet," Carrie said. "I'm glad I make
you wet, I want you wet all the time. William and I want you to be
constantly ready for sex with us, and as you become better trained we'll
be using you more often. Do you like that idea?"

    From across the room, I could see Char trembling. "Yes, Mistress. I
like that idea very much," she said.

    I suggested that Carrie release Char's wrists, so she could brush
Carrie's hair and put on her lipstick. As Carrie was unlinking Char's
wrists I went to start breakfast.

    The coffee was ready, and breakfast was nearly ready, when Carrie led
Char into the kitchen, holding her by one of her labia. Char's wrists were
again fastened behind her back. Carrie's hair looked good, but not up to
my usual standards. They both wore lipstick. I complemented Carrie on her
hair, and she said that Char would do better after a few more tries.

    Carrie told Char to sit on the stool, and we both watched to make sure
she pulled up her house wear as she sat. She remembered - how could she
forget with both of us looking at her - and she blushed slightly as she
sat. As I continued preparations for breakfast, Carrie poured two cups of
coffee. She offered me a sip from one cup, then took the other cup to
Char. "Here, Sweetie, take a sip of coffee."

    I could tell that coffee was another of the things Char liked, but
hadn't been allowed to have during her captivity. She took a sip, then
gave Carrie a big smile and a "Thank you, Mistress."

    Carrie asked me if she could help. I asked her to set the table, then
seat her slave and wait for me on her feet. "Yes, William," she said, and
took Char to the dining room.

    I brought our 3 plates into the dining room and set them on the table.
Carrie had done as I asked. Char was seated, her chair right beside
Carrie's. Carrie was standing and smiling at me. I put my arm around her
waist and pulled her to me. We kissed hard for a long minute, and when the
kiss ended Carrie said seductively, "I missed my morning fuck, William,
let's go back to bed."

    "Breakfast is ready, and your slave needs to be fed," I told her.
"Duty first."

    She looked at Char, who was watching us intently. "Where's she going?"
Carrie asked. "If we went back to bed and had our usual hour long morning
fuck, she'd still be here when we were finished, still waiting to be fed."

    "Have you forgotten your reading session downstairs?" I asked. "You'll
get all of the stimulation you want before lunch today, be patient." I
pulled out her chair, and she gracefully bunched up the back of her long
gown as she sat.

    "That was beautiful," Char said after she watched Carrie sit. "I'll
never be able to make it look that smooth and sexy."

    "Yes you will," Carrie, said. "You'll practice it until you're
perfect, then you'll keep practising until it's part of your reflexes."
Then she gave Char a no nonsense look, and said, "You're under my control,
and you'll perform to my satisfaction. You're going to be amazed at what
you'll do.

    "If it were just you and me, that would be one thing. But I'm training
you to please William as well as me, and he will be as demanding of you as
he is of me. So you will be trained to perfection, count on it." As I
listened to her speech, I was fighting back a smile.

    Char swallowed hard, and said, "Yes, Miss."

    I sat down and suggested that we start eating. Carrie put a bite of
food from Char's plate on a fork and held it up to Char. Char looked
surprised, but opened her mouth and took the food. When she had chewed and
swallowed the food, she told me it was good. I thanked her, then she asked
Carrie if Carrie intended to feed her the whole meal. "This meal, and as
many others as I choose to feed you. Is that Ok?'

    "Yes, Miss," Char said. Carrie fed herself a bite of food, told me she
agreed that it was an excellent breakfast, then gave Char another bite.

    We ate quietly for awhile. I was pacing myself so I wouldn't finish
before Carrie and Char. I decided this was a good time to tell Char what
was going on. "Char," I asked, "Do you understand why we're treating you
like this?"

    She looked me in the eye. "No, Sir," she said.

    "While you and Carrie eat, I'll explain it to you. When I'm finished,
I hope it will be clear to you. If not, you'll be allowed to ask
questions. Ok?"

    She smiled at me. "Yes Sir," she said.

    "Carrie and I have been together about a month," I started. "The time
you and Carrie spent alone together, in the guest bedroom last night, was
the longest time Carrie and I have been out of each other's sight in that
month. We are very close, you and others have commented that we seem to be
the same person in two bodies." At that point Carrie reached out for my
hand, then leaned over to me and kissed it. I smiled at her and continued
my story. "Carrie and I often know what one another is thinking, and we
can communicate more with a glance than many people can in a long
conversation.

    "We have an unusual lifestyle, which we developed in the month we have
been together. It consists of a series of activities. You can think of
them as scenes in a movie or play, except they don't follow in a logical,
plot development kind of sequence. The common thread they all have is the
exploration of Carrie." I squeezed Carrie's hand, and she gave me a warm
smile, as I continued. "We are looking for ways to extend Carrie's limits
in every way you can imagine, and that includes her obedience, her
emotions, her sexuality, her submissiveness, and many more things.

    "We train, explore, extend, and test Carrie's capabilities, and we
celebrate our mutual love and passion for one another. That's all we do,
and that's all we want to do.

    "But now you're here. Carrie and I agree that you're welcome to share
this house with us, no matter what. If you want to have nothing to do with
us, and go your own way, you are free to do that, we'll try not to bother
you in that case.

    "If you want more than that, if you want to become a third member of
the group, you're going to have to fit into the framework we've already
built. We think the best way to incorporate you into our life is as
Carrie's slave. We want to train you to serve Carrie in that role.

    "The way Carrie treats you, the way she's been treating you since she
took control of you last night, is the way she was treated by me when I
first began training her. Of course, Carrie has a quality I lack, called
style." Carrie frowned at that point and shook her head. "Your training
under Carrie will be much more pleasant and entertaining than Carrie's
training was under me. But I assure you that when you make mistakes, your
training under Carrie will be just as painful as hers was under me.

    "If you watch the way Carrie and I interact, the way she's treated by
me, you will see how you will eventually be treated by both Carrie and me,
and how pleasant your life will be with us. Carrie gives me all that she
has to give, and you will learn to give your all, too. In return for
Carrie giving me all that she is, I give back all that I am. The only
difference is that I command and she obeys. In your case, you will serve
two masters. Carrie will always be in charge of you, but you will do
anything I require of you as well. In return, we will treat you as a loved
member of our family and include you in our activities."

    I paused to let Char absorb what I had told her, then I asked her if
she had any questions. Her first question was whether she would be
whipped. I had Carrie stand up and show her the bruise across her ass,
then told Char the whole story of the worst punishment I had ever given
Carrie, and that I was wrong to have done it and would not do it again. I
told her that Carrie regularly receives spankings and floggings, but
they're for her pleasure, not for punishment, and that if Char didn't find
those things pleasant she wouldn't have to endure them. I told her that
the worst punishments she would have to endure were spanking, flogging,
and a mild application of the crop. She asked what a mild application was,
and I said it meant no cuts, and the marks would be gone within about 24
hours.

    Char wanted to know how long her training would take. I said I had no
idea, but she had already been through severe slave training, which Carrie
had not. That meant that if Char put her mind to it, she should be able to
satisfy our requirements soon, probably within a few weeks. But I pointed
out that the training was just her entry into our lives. The hard part
would be her total obedience to both Carrie and I, day in and day out, of
her own free will.

    Carrie had finished feeding Char and herself. I asked Char if she had
any more questions. "What if I agree to try, but then decide I can't do
it?" she asked.

    "You have to agree to train until we are satisfied with your
performance. You won't be able to stop the training once we begin. After
your training, you will be expected to make a decision and then live with
it. In other words, you can walk away from us now, or you can walk away
from us when your training is finished. If you stay through those two
decision points, you're our slave and you have no more choices. You will
be like Carrie is now, bound in slavery by nothing more than your promise
to obey."

    Char was trembling. I asked her if she had any more questions. "No,
Sir," she said quietly.

    "Are you ready to give us your decision?" I asked her.

    She sat quietly for a full minute, then said in a whisper, "Yes, Sir,
I choose training."

    Carrie reached over and hugged Char, then gave her a passionate kiss.
She felt Char's trembling, and laughed. "There's nothing to fear, stop
shaking," Carrie said. "After what you've been through, this will be easy.
Just do everything you're told, do it quickly, and do it like it's the
most enjoyable thing you could possibly be doing." She paused to slip two
fingers into Char's pussy, then continued, "a lot of the time, it will be
the most enjoyable thing you could possibly be doing."

    Char looked at Carrie and smiled. "Yes, Miss. Thank you, Miss," she
said.

    Carrie corrected her, saying, "The correct response, using the rules
of address you were given, is 'Yes, Miss. Thank you, Mistress'." She then
made Char repeat the correct response several times, until she had the
submissive tone of voice Carrie wanted to hear.

    Carrie then unfastened Char's wrists. She told Char to clear the
table, take the dishes to the kitchen, put all of the dirty dishes in the
dishwasher and start it, then wait in the kitchen on her knees. Char said
"Yes, Miss," then quickly got out of her chair and began doing as she was
told.

    After Char had gathered up the dishes, but before she left the dining
room, Carrie said, "Char, when you're on your knees on the floor, put both
of your arms straight up above your head and keep them there. I want your
roaming fingers as far as possible from your pussy."

    "Yes, Miss," Char said, then went to the kitchen.

    Carrie looked at me and we smiled at one another. "This is going to be
fun," she said.

    I said, "If she puts her mind to it, she should be ready in a week.
The big question is what she'll decide after that."

    "And what we'll do if she chooses freedom over slavery," she said.

    "I was right, wasn't I ?" I asked Carrie. "We want her to stay
regardless of her decision?"

    "Of course," she answered. "Like you said, she's family. But it will
be so awkward."

    "Are you happy here with me?" I asked her.

    Carrie looked surprised. "Of course, William, you don't need to ask me
that. You know I'm happy with you." She smiled, seeing the subtext of my
question. "So, if we make Char see that I'm happy as your slave, she'll
see that she can be happy with us as our slave, right?" I smiled and
nodded.

    We sat at the table holding hands until we heard the dishwasher start.
We waited another 3 or 4 minutes, then got up and went to get our slave.

    Char was kneeling in the middle of the kitchen floor, her arms raised
above her head as Carrie had commanded. Carrie took her hands one at a
time and examined, then sniffed her fingers. Satisfied that Char had
obeyed, Carrie said, "Stand up, Sweetie." Char got to her feet, and Carrie
wrapped an arm around her waist. Pulling Char to her forcefully, Carrie
gave her a long open-mouth kiss.

    When Carrie broke away after a long moment, Char gasped. "Thank you,
Mistress," she said with a tremble in her voice. Her arms hung limp at her
sides.

    Carrie ran a finger down Char's right breast and let her fingertip
linger on the nipple. "Did I make you wet again, Char?"

    "Yes, Miss," Char said as she lowered her eyes and shuddered.

    Carrie turned to me. "Oh, William, she's going to be wonderful. She's
so responsive, look at her tremble just from this simple caress." Carrie
laid her palm against Char's belly and grinned at me. "It's like putting
your hand on a purring cat. Come and feel it."

    Carrie moved her hand to one side, and I rested my palm next to hers.
It was like all of her muscles were quivering. "I think she is purring," I
said. "Maybe her pussy purrs."

    Carrie laughed at my joke. Then she addressed Char again. "I'll bet
you could cum for me right now if you really tried. What would it take to
make you cum, Char? Will you cum if I command you to?"

    "I'll do my best to obey, Mistress," Char said in a whisper.

    Carrie raised her hand and brushed the nipple on Char's left breast,
provoking a gasp. Then she grasped Char by the back of her neck, leaned
close until their bodies were in contact, and whispered in Char's ear,
"Cum for me Char, cum for your Mistress. Make me happy, Sweetie. If you
want to please me, cum right now."

    After a few seconds, Char began breathing in shallow gasps. About 10
seconds after that, she had a strong orgasm. She exhaled sharply and
trembled all over, and it looked like she was going to sink to the floor
in a swoon. Still holding Char by the neck, Carrie quickly wrapped her
other arm around Char's waist and pulled her close, then smothered her
mouth in another long, sensuous kiss.

    Carrie held her tightly and kissed her hard until Char straightened up
and was able to stand on her own. Then Carrie put her hands to each side
of Char's face and began praising her and telling her what an obedient
slave and an good girl she was. Char was almost hysterical, she didn't
seem to know whether to laugh or cry. Finally she said, so softly I barely
heard it 3 feet away, "I love you, Mistress ... Carrie."

    Carrie continued to hold Char, but when she spoke again there was a
chill in her voice. She said, "You don't love me yet, Sweetie, you love
what I do to you, and we're only getting started. We told you this would
be fun and exciting, and you're just beginning to understand what we
meant. Soon you'll let go of everything you were before, and you'll submit
to me completely and without reservation. Then you will love me, and
you'll be mine forever."

    Carrie let go of Char and made sure she could stand, then she suddenly
put a hand around Char's throat and gripped her firmly. Char's eyes opened
wide, and a look of fear came to her face. Carrie put her face right up to
Char's and said, "If you use my name again without my permission, I'll
flog those cute little breasts until they're bright red." Then she let go
and turned her back on Char. She grinned when she saw that my eyes were
almost as wide as Char's. "What's on the agenda, William?" she asked me in
a cheery voice.


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