Training Carrie, chapter 97

novel by Jay West

Training Carrie by Her Master

by Jay West 

Chapter 97

 I was still thinking about it when William walked into the room. He
grinned, looking at my crotch. I had forgotten about the strap-on, I eased
off the bed and removed it. He walked around to the other side of the bed,
looking down at Carrie and Helen. “What happened to them?” he whispered.

    I said, “Helen’s exhausted from coming too many times. Carrie’s
exhausted from her spanking, plus she supported Helen’s weight for a long
time, while I butt-fucked her with the dildo.”

    “You won the battle, you’re the last one standing,” he said.

    I said, “We had fun, we just went at it for a little too long. Helen
never had anything up her ass before, except a few different fingers. Hers,
yours, and some other guy’s, to hear her tell it. She really got off on the
dildo, she loved it.”

    William said, “I’m really sorry for what I did to Helen. It seemed like
a good way to put her in touch with herself, but it was stupid. I’m sorry.”

    I smiled at him. “Carrie told me it was her idea. It’s Ok… When we
take her home Sunday night … I’m staying with her for awhile. Maybe
forever.” So much for trying to find the right words.

    “I thought you would,” he said.

    “Aren’t you going to forbid it, or try to talk me out of it?”

    He smiled. “No to number one. To number two, would I be able to talk
you out of it? I think it’s unlikely, so I’m going to treat you like the
adult you are, and let you make your own decisions. It’s what we promised
you we’d do, when you first came here. We’ll support whatever you decide.”

    I felt hands on my shoulders. Carrie was behind me. “Is our fledgling
leaving the nest?” she asked. William nodded. “You’re going to let us come
and visit, right?” Carrie asked, concern in her voice.

    I turned around and hugged her. “I want you to come and visit. Every
day, if you want. I love you both, I’m not trying to get away from you. I
just need to be with Helen and not be a slave, and find out if we have a
future.”

    “But we don’t know if it’s safe for you, Sweetie,” Carrie said. “At
least there’s some protection here. Out there, you’re vulnerable.”

    “We don’t know it’s not safe, Carrie,” I said. “Helen has changed
everything, I have to get on with my life. I’m taking one of your pistols,
if you’ll let me. I’m not ever going to be Arthur’s slave again, so if he
finds me, one of us will die. Either way, I’ll be free of him.”

    “Char,” William said. I turned back to face him. “As a favor to me,
would you please wait one more week? We’ll take another trip into town next
weekend. When we’re ready to come home, you can choose to stay with Helen,
or come back with us. Meanwhile, you and Helen can talk on the phone every
night. Will you do that for me?”

    I smiled. “Of course I will, William. Just please don’t spend the week
trying to change my mind.”

    “We’re not going to try to change your mind, Char,” Carrie said.
“William just wants you to think about it, and make sure this is what you
really want to do. Because there are other options, like visits each
weekend. You also need to consider that Helen has a job. You’d be alone all
day while she was at work.”

    Score one for Carrie, that hadn’t occurred to me. “I’ll think about it,
I promise,” I said.

    It was half past five. William said he would delay dinner until seven,
and he and Carrie would be in the living room. I said I would stay with
Helen. After they left, I sat on the edge of the bed beside Helen. “Are you
really moving in with me? What changed your mind?” she asked quietly.

    I said, “I told you I would come and stay with you when it was safe.
It’ll never be safe, so I’ve decided to start living my life the way I want
to live it.” Looking at her, I asked, “Are you sure it’s what you want?”

    Helen took my hand and pulled me down beside her. Looking into my eyes,
she said, “I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

    “Carrie did have one good point, though,” I told her. “What can I do
during the day, while you’re at work?”

    “Anything you want to,” she said, “There’s a library nearby, there’s
shopping, movies, parks. You can use my car and go anywhere you want, you
could even come here and spend the day with Carrie and William a few days a
week. Or you could get a job of your own.” I told her I didn’t know how to
drive, and I didn’t know how to do any job except be a sex slave. She put
her arm around me and pulled me close. “We’ll figure out something. All
that matters is being together. I’ll teach you to drive. I’ll help you find
a job. I’ll do anything, just be with me. We’ll move to a smaller
apartment, so both of us can get by on my salary.”

    I smiled at her. “I’ll have to talk things over with Carrie before I’m
sure, but I think I can assure you that money is one problem we won’t be
having. In fact, it’s very likely that I can support you in style, you
could quit your job.”

    Helen looked at me for a long moment. Finally she said, “Wow, when you
jump into something, you go all the way, don’t you? Now it’s my turn to say
we shouldn’t move so fast. I assume you’re telling me that you or Carrie,
or both of you, have money. But I like my job, I don’t know if I’d be happy
not working. Let’s take our time, talk everything through, and make smart
decisions, Ok?” I nodded and kissed her.

    We lay together quietly for awhile, then I asked her if she was Ok, if
she was ready to get of bed. She said, “I’m not exhausted like I was, but I
feel kind of fragile.” She looked at me, then looked away. “Char, I’m
afraid I’m going to start having orgasms again. It seems like I’m right on
the verge of coming, just lying here. That’s not normal, is it?”

    I resisted the urge to smile. She was having vivid memories of her
intense experience. “No, that’s not normal,” I said. “We did too much, your
nervous system overloaded a bit. Let’s lie here for awhile, I think the
feeling will fade.”

    “Char, I loved what you and Carrie did for me,” she said. “It was
absolutely the most mind-blowing experience I’ve ever had. I don’t know how
long I came, but it seemed like it would go on forever. I was overwhelmed.
You’re right that I overloaded, but I loved it. I can never thank the two
of you properly.”

    I smiled. “I think we can come up with a few ways for you to thank us.”
I looked over at the strap-on harness, laying on the other side of the bed.
“Did you ever wonder what it was like to have a dick?” She laughed softly.

    A moment later, Helen said, “Char, you told me it would hurt, but I
never felt the least bit of pain. Everything felt wonderful.”

    I grinned. “Are you complaining?” I reached out and gently pinched one
of her nipples. “There’s the pain I promised you, want some more?”

    She laughed again. “No, no, that’s enough, thank you very much.” Then
she got serious. “The point I was trying to make was, you’re a wonderful,
gentle lover. You did things to me that normally cause pain, and all I felt
was pleasure.” She kissed me tenderly, then whispered, “You’re my perfect
lover. I’m glad I saved my cherry for you.”

    We had said all there was to say for the time being. We began kissing.
softly at first, but soon with increasing passion. After a minute or two, I
was starting to get pretty hot, and I could tell that Helen was, too.
Pulling my lips away from hers, I said, “We should wait awhile, you’re
still tired from what we did before.” I slid off of the bid, then took
Helen’s hand and gently pulled. “Get up, let’s go find Carrie and William,
and see what we’re missing. I’ll bet they’re fucking under the tree.” Helen
laughed, then slowly got to the edge of the bed and stood up.

    When she was on her feet, I asked, “Ok?” She smiled at me and nodded.
“Do you still feel like you’re about to cum?”

    She grinned. “No, I just feel like I was fucked half to death by two
beautiful, sexy women. I never knew what that felt like, and now I do. It
was wonderful beyond belief.” She took my hand, looked into my eyes, and
said, “Seriously, Char, I’ll never forget it, it was beautiful.”

    “Be sure you tell Carrie how you feel,” I said, “she did the hardest
part, and right after a hard spanking. It took a lot out of her.”

    “Let’s go find her, I’ll tell her right now,” Helen said.

    I hadn’t expected to find them under the tree, but I did expect to find
them fucking. I was surprised to find William sitting alone on the couch.
He was still naked, as were Helen and I. “Where’s Carrie?” I asked him.

    “She’s in the office, making some phone calls,” he said. I started
walking toward the office. Helen was following me, until William said,
“Helen, would you please stay here with me?” She looked at me, and I told
her with a grin to obey her master. She walked around the couch and sat
down beside William.

    As I got to the office door, I heard Carrie’s angry voice. “I don’t
give as shit, Philip, I want him dead. If you can’t handle it, I’ll get
someone who can.”

    I said her name softly. She looked up at me, and the angry expression
on her face softened and faded. “I have to go now, Philip,” she said to the
phone. “Just find him. I want him dead or in jail in a week, or I’ll start
looking for other ways. Please… Philip? I’m sorry I’m so upset, but we’re
out of time, she’s moving next weekend… No, we’re not going to stop her,
we’re going to help her… I know you’re trying. I love you. Bye.” She hung
up the phone. “I asked William to keep you away, I didn’t want you to hear
that,” she said.

    “I guess he thought I should hear it,” I said. “Carrie, I don’t know
very much about the law, but I think you just broke a big one.”

    “I did, you’re right. But there’s an intercom line between here and
Philip’s house. It wasn’t a public call, nobody could have heard it but him
and you.”

    “I didn’t hear anything, I got here just as you hung up the phone,” I
said. “But I don’t want you to get in trouble trying to help me. Please be
careful.”

    She started picking up some papers from the desk, they looked like
notes in her handwriting. “Before I talked to Philip, I called Mr. Bishop,”
she said. I didn’t place the name right away. “You remember the lawyer
Philip brought to see us, the morning I had to sign all of the papers?” I
nodded.

    Carrie looked up at me, then continued. “Sweetie, you can’t live out in
the world without ID and money, so Mr. Bishop is taking care of it for us.
In about a week, you’ll have ATM and credit cards, and a checking account
at a bank in Albuquerque. Helen’s address will be on your checks, but all
the credit card bills will go directly to Mr. Bishop’s accountants, you’ll
never see them. I also have an address in town where you can go and get a
picture ID made. I made sure Bishop understood that there are no limits on
your funds or your credit.” She smiled, a very tired smile. “I’m sure I’ve
overlooked something, but when we figure out what it is, I’ll make it
right,” she said.

    I was overwhelmed, I couldn’t have spoken even if I’d known what to
say. I ran around the desk and sat in her lap and hugged her tightly.
Eventually I was able to sob a “Thank you.”

    I sat in Carrie’s lap for a long time, quietly hugging her. Finally she
asked me what I wanted to do for the rest of the weekend. She said she was
sure William would agree to knock off the master/slave stuff if I wanted
to. I thought about it, and I almost said Yes. But finally, I said, “One
reason Helen came was to find out what our lives are like. Other than the
one rough spot during your spanking, I think she’s enjoying herself. Let’s
give her the rest of the weekend, let William do whatever he wants.” I
couldn’t help laughing when I realized what I had said, “let our Master do
what he wants.”

    We walked arm-in-arm back to the living room. Helen and William were
sitting side by side on the couch, chatting away about something. Helen
seemed totally unconscious of the fact that she was naked, sitting next to
a naked man. In less than a day, she had adjusted to situations she
probably hadn’t imagined before.

    “Good news, Char,” William said, winking at me, “Helen’s a good cook.”

    “I suppose he told you I can’t cook at all,” I said to Helen.

    “He said you were learning fast, and getting better every day,” she
said. “And I told him I would help you to get even better still.” I leaned
over the back of the couch, gave her a peck on her cheek, and told her I
looked forward to her help.

    William told us dinner was on him, then left for the kitchen. Carrie
and I both stretched out on the couch on our backs, with our heads touching
in Helen’s lap. She was running her fingers through our hair, and thanking
Carrie for helping her have a ten minute orgasm, when William returned with
a bottle of wine and three glasses. I half expected a comment about hot
lesbian action, but he was able to resist. He poured out three glasses on
the coffee table, told us dinner was half an hour away, then went back to
the kitchen.

    Helen said that we hadn’t gotten to do a real three-way, because she
hogged all the pleasure during our time together. “It’s only Friday
afternoon, I promise there’ll be a three-way before you leave,” Carrie
said.

    “That’s good, Carrie, because I remember our hour together last
weekend, and I want more,” Helen said. “Can we do it tonight?”

    Carrie hesitated for a moment, then she said, “I think William already
has plans for you tonight, Helen.”

    “Oh, my,” she said, then quickly added, “Well, Ok then, we’ll do it
some other time.”

    “I think Helen has an itch that needs scratching,” I said.

    She slapped me lightly on my forehead. When I looked up at her face,
she was looking down at me, a very slight smile on her lips. “Do you mind?”
she asked.

    “No, I don’t mind. I’d like to be there with you, but either way I
don’t mind.”

    “I want you to be there, will William allow that?” Helen asked.

    “Oh, I’m pretty sure he’ll agree to that,” Carrie said. I understood
what she meant, she would make sure William agreed.

    Carrie and I were still lying with our heads in Helen’s lap when
William came to get us for dinner. He was dressed in slacks and a sport
shirt. I didn’t want to move, I was in heaven with Helen running her
fingers through my hair and gently scratching my scalp with her
fingernails. When I felt Carrie start to move, I reluctantly sat up, then
got to my feet and offered Helen my hand. As she was standing, I looked
over at Carrie. She gave me a cheerful look and a smile, but I could tell
she was still tired. We each picked up our wine glass, I grabbed the
bottle, and we went to the dining room.

    We had a pleasant dinner. William let us sit in our chairs, even
thought we were naked. We talked about our day while we ate. We all wanted
Helen to give us her true impressions of everything that had happened. I
knew she had been upset or scared by some of what had happened, but she
refused to say anything negative at all. She even said that what William
did to her during Carrie’s spanking was a positive experience, although she
admitted that it was painful at the time. To his credit, William apologized
again for what he had done; and to her credit, Carrie admitted to Helen
that it had been her idea. Carrie told Helen that there could have been any
number of things that got her excited during the spanking, including
sitting on William’s lap, and that Helen didn’t seem to be the kind of
person that enjoyed seeing others in pain. Coming from Carrie, I think that
helped Helen to accept the event as nothing but a big mistake. I hoped so,
since I still thought of it as a dirty trick to play on someone I cared
about.

    When we had finished with dinner, Carrie suggested we open a second
bottle of wine and move to the living room. William said he was promised a
lingerie fashion show, so he would get the wine while we three adjourned to
the bedroom. I asked what we should wear. He said, “Carrie knows what I
want her to wear, you and Helen wear something similar.” Carrie and I both
knew what he wanted her to wear, her floor-length, backless, sheer black
gown.

    To wear the gown William had in mind, Carrie would have had to wear
high heels, to keep from stepping on the hem. But Carrie and I had a new
pair of matching gowns of the same style, which we had bought on the
internet, that were actually ankle length, so we could wear them and remain
barefooted. We put those on, and Helen put on the sheer nightgown she had
brought. Helen’s gown did touch the floor slightly, but she could walk in
it without tripping herself. I took a few minutes brushing Helen’s hair,
then Carrie’s, we each put on a little lipstick, and then we stood side by
side and appraised ourselves. Carrie’s gown was black, mine was powder
blue, and Helen’s was plum.

    “Perfect?” Carrie asked.

    “I’d say so,” Helen answered.

    “Definitely,” I echoed.

    When we entered the living room, William’s eyes popped out. “Wow,” he
whispered, then he had each of us turn all the way around. “I’m the
luckiest man in the world tonight,” he said.

    “Before we get into how lucky you are, may we open the Christmas
presents?” Carrie asked. William agreed, so we all gathered around the
lighted tree and sat on the floor. William asked Helen to do the honors, so
she picked up her two presents. As she handed one to me, and one to Carrie,
she said she hoped they were something we would like. Then she added that
Carrie’s present was for William, also. We all thanked her, then William
asked her to see who the final present was for.

    Helen said, “I wonder,” then she picked up the present and read the
card I had written, which said, “Merry Christmas, Helen. I hope we have
many Christmases together.” When she finished reading it, she took my head
in her hands and gave me a tender kiss. “I hope so, too, beautiful girl”
she whispered.

    William told Helen to open her present first. When she saw the two
photographs in matching frames, she was overjoyed. “This one,” she said,
holding up the picture where we were dressed up, “is for the living room,
and this one,” laughing and holding the one where we were naked, “goes in
the bedroom, on my nightstand.” Then she looked at me and corrected
herself, “I mean ‘our’ nightstand.” She said she liked the pictures a lot,
and thanked us all.

    Helen asked Carrie to open her present next. It was also a photograph
in a frame. It was one of the pictures of Helen, taken the night she won
the Miss New Mexico title. “I had to call nearly everyone I knew, but I was
determined to find that picture for you,” Helen said. She had signed the
picture with the words, “To my Master and my First Lady, I’ll never forget
you. Thank you for accepting me into your world.” Carrie and William both
kissed Helen and thanked her. Carrie said the ‘First Lady’ part was clever,
it worked on several levels. She showed me the picture, it was a beautiful
picture of Helen, looking only a few years younger. I told her she had
gotten even more beautiful since the picture was taken, causing her to
blush a little.

    Finally, I opened my present. It was a gold bracelet, with an
adjustable chain fastener. Helen said I could adjust it as my weight
returned to normal, or the chain should be long enough that I could wear it
on my ankle if I wanted to. The inscription had Helen’s first name and
mine, with two interlocking hearts between our names. I got tears in my
eyes when I saw the inscription. Holding my hand, Helen said, “I was so
embarrassed when I told the jeweler what inscription I wanted, I’ll have to
get used to being a lesbian in public.”

    “We’re not going to be one of those ‘in your face’ lesbian couples,” I
said, “but yes, we’ll both have to get used to being lovers in public.” I
kissed her, then added, “We’ll learn to do it together, we can do anything
together.” She kissed me again and nodded her head. I held out the
bracelet, and Helen put it on my wrist. I saw her look at my wedding ring
while she was attaching the bracelet. I almost asked her what she was
thinking, but I decided that was a discussion we should have another time.

    We moved from the floor to the couch, sipping our wine and talking.
After awhile, William got up and turned on the radio. Then he returned to
the couch, held out his hand to Helen, and asked her to dance. When Helen
stood up and went with William, I slid over next to Carrie and rested my
head on her shoulder. She turned her head and kissed my forehead. “I had
gotten used to thinking of you as both my little sister and my lover,” she
said softly, “but now I also feel like you’re my child, leaving home for
the first time. I want you to live your life however you want to, but I
also want you to be safe. I’m very worried about you leaving here.”

    “It’s time, Carrie,” I told her. “This is the right thing for me to do.
In my heart, I’m not leaving you and William, I hope you can understand
that. Somehow, we’re always going to be together, that’s what I want.”

    “I hope you’re right, Sweetie,” Carrie said. “You make William and I
complete, it won’t be the same without you.”

    “Won’t it be like it was before I came here?” I asked.

    She took my hand in hers. “Of course not, Char. We didn’t know you
then, I didn’t know I even had a sister. Now, we love you and we think of
you as our partner, and we hope you feel the same about us. We’re going to
miss you tremendously, I hope you’re right that we can still be together,
at least some of the time.” She paused, then squeezed my hand. “I’m going
to have a long talk with William about moving up the time when we give up
the D/s stuff. If we’re just a middle-aged married couple, maybe you and
Helen can come back and live with us.”

    “Don’t do that, Carrie,” I said. “Even I know you’re not ready for that
yet. We both know William has a plan, although he won’t talk about it.
Let’s trust him do it his way, don’t rush into it just to be with me. I’ll
only be thirty miles away.”

    We sat quietly for awhile, listening to the music. I looked around at
the dancers, and saw that Helen had her arms around William’s neck, and
they were kissing. He was caressing her breast with one hand. They were
barely dancing, mostly just swaying back and forth. I watched them for a
few moments, then Carrie looked around at them. “Don’t worry about that,”
she said. “You already knew he intended to fuck Helen tonight, and she
wants him to. He’s not trying to steal your girl.”

    I said, “I know, but it’s the … what’s it called? The green-eyed
monster, I feel jealous. I guess I need practice controlling my emotions, I
had to bottle them up for so long, I don’t know how to handle them
sometimes.”

    Carrie was quiet for a long moment, then she said, “Like when you
grabbed me by the throat and pushed your knee into my pussy?”

    I turned to look at her. “Yes, like that. I’m very sorry that happened.
I just kept getting madder and madder, out of all proportion to the
situation. For a few minutes, I was boiling over with rage inside.”

    Carrie said, “Next week, I’m going to ask William to have you flog me.
He won’t be with us when it happens. I want you to flog me until I can’t
take it any more, until I have to beg you to stop. Then we can put it
behind us.”

    “Don’t do that,” I said. “I’ll flog you, but I don’t need to ‘get even’
with you, and I don’t want to make you beg. My anger was way out of
proportion to what happened on the picnic hill. All I want and need is your
forgiveness.”

    “William and I were wrong to do what we did, Char, but we did it out of
carelessness, not because we wanted to trick you. I want to make it up to
you. But the reason I brought it up is, I’m worried about what might happen
when you’re away from here, out in public or at home with Helen. I want you
to consider counseling, to help you get in touch with your anger and learn
to control it.”

    I thought Carrie might be right, that I should try counseling. I told
her that, and said I would probably do just that. She smiled and kissed me,
then said, “Enough talk about that, come and dance with me.” I stood up,
took Carrie’s hand, and helped her off of the couch. She pulled her hand
back from mine, then reached behind her neck with both hands. In a moment
her gown slid down her body to the floor, then she put her hand back in
mine. “Let’s see if we can make them jealous,” she said softly.

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8 thoughts on “Training Carrie, chapter 97

  1. Is she getting shot, Cat? She died but was she murdered? Maybe I have overlooked something. Is Char inevitably the reason he sister gets killed?

    Who knows?

    Han

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  2. Hmmmm..
    They all 3 would have be helped by couselling . I told you that, Han, for many weeks ago .
    Well, well.. And I hear ” I am sorry” . Yes, you should be sorry.

    Mona Lisa

    Mona Lisa

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  3. Me again…and we know that Char ends up with William…..so that leaver Carrie and Helen….hmmm
    hugs abby

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  4. I have an uneasy feeling that Char moving in with Helen is the catalyst to Carrie getting shot. Who knows.

    Hugs and blessings…Cat

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