By sub01

We spent the rest of the afternoon together in bed, Mary and Carol and I, just lying together and touching and stroking and talking, and sometimes not even talking.  I think we were all worn out.  I know I was.  Worn out and sated, and so many other feelings. 

We napped like that, the three of us cuddled together.  Mine was a deep, pleasant sleep.  I was exhausted.  I dreamt of Mary and our weekend together, and of times past, and of new ones yet to come. 

It was late afternoon when I again woke.  I lay contentedly beside Mary and Carol for a long time before I finally, reluctantly rose from the bed.  As much as I hated to, I had to gather my things and get on the road.  I was already going to be home well after dark as it was.  My things were still in the guest bedroom.  As I moved to the doorway, behind me on the bed Mary and Carol came together quietly, filling the void I had left between them in rising.  They came together as two lovers, slipping their arms around each other, their naked bodies becoming one, kissing and whispering gently, smiling, gazing into each other's eyes.  I turned away, unable to help but feel a pang of jealousy.

*    *    *

"Do you really have to go?"

I looked up from my packing to find Mary standing in the doorway.  She had slipped on a pink satin robe, the front of which peeked open just a bit to allow a tantalizing glimpse of her belly and thighs.  I told her, reluctantly, that I did.

"Just one more night, Brian?  Just stay the night?"

I couldn't.  I wanted to, but I couldn't.  And I knew that if I did, one more night would turn into one more day, and into another, and... well, I just wouldn't be able to help myself.  So I knew I should go.

"You'll be back though?"

I smiled.  Of course.  They wouldn't be able to keep me away.

"Good," Mary smiled.  "Because I haven't gotten my fill of you yet."

Nor me of her.  Not even close.  Even now, seeing her before me in her robe, seeing the gentle peek of her pale flesh, I wanted nothing more than to draw her down onto the bed and have her again.  Instead I stole her into my arms, kissing her gently.  "Where's Carol?"

"In the bedroom, I think."

"Well, bring her downstairs.  There's one last thing I need to do before I go."

*    *    *

I waited for them patiently in the parlor downstairs.  They joined me without a word, Carol crawling obediently at my sister's side.  Mary was leading her with a black leather leash clipped to her collar.

"Here you go," Mary told me with a smile as she handed me Carol's leash.  "She's all yours, honey."

All mine.  Oh, how I shivered to hear that.  Only she wasn't just mine.  She was ours.  Mine and Mary's.  I took up the slack in Carol's leash, coaxing her to look up at me.  She sniffled softly, still timid from her earlier punishment and violation.

"I have to go now, Carol.  But first I want to hear you tell me again.  Tell me who you belong to."

"You, Brian," Carol said softly.  "I belong to you."

"And to Mary," I added.  "Just because I'm leaving doesn't mean you get to go back to your old ways.  I'm leaving you in her charge."  Carol looked from me to Mary and back again.  I smiled.  "Don't worry, I'm sure she'll take good care of you.  I imagine she's learned quite a lot of techniques from your examples over the years."  I slipped my arm around Mary's waist and pulled her close, kissing her cheek.  She smelled so sweet, so alluring.  Her eyes glinted so wickedly.  "You will take good care of her, won't you sis?"

"The best," Mary smiled.  "Though I don't know if she'll feel the same way."

By the gleam in my sister's eyes I suspected Carol wouldn't.  As Mary and I chuckled, Carol glanced nervously to where my packed bags sat by the door.  "Please Brian, I need to cum.  Please, before you go can't you just--"

"Hush," I told her.  I crouched down in front of her and brushed a stray lock of hair back from her face.  Her eyes were still red from her tears.  She looked so lovely, so submissive, so perfectly meek.  "This is not the time for you to be asking for things, Carol.  This is the time for you to listen.  Can you do that?"

She nodded.

"Good.  Now, about that orgasm..."

Carol's face brightened and she straightened up a bit.

"...I'm going to give you a chance to earn one."

"Oh, thank you!"

I chuckled.  "Don't thank me yet.  You haven't heard the best part."  I tugged her leash, leading her over to the coffee table.  "Do you see that?"  A single six-sided die lay on the table.  Carol nodded.

"Pick it up."

Carol picked the die up and held it in her palm as if unsure what to do with it.

"Since you seem to like wicked little games so much, I thought I'd let you play one last one before I go."  I smiled down at her.  So lovely.  So timid.  So deserving of this final punishment.  I tugged her leash, forcing her to look up at me.  Her beautiful eyes were so wide and apprehensive. 

"You're going to have to earn your next orgasm, Carol.  Would you like to hear how?"

Carol hesitated for a moment.  Finally she nodded slowly.

"Whatever you roll, Carol, that's how many orgasms you'll give my sister before I let you out of your belt."  I smiled devilishly.  "And just to make it fair, we'll play by your rules.  Whatever number you roll gets multiplied by ten."

Carol paled.  "Oh my God!"

I let her stall for only a moment.  "Well, are you going to roll, Carol?  Or should I?  But if I roll, I'm going to use two dice instead of only one..."

Carol hesitated and then rolled.  The die skittered across the coffee table and both Mary and Carol gasped, Mary with obvious delight and Carol with dismay.

She'd rolled a six.

*    *    *

"Don't go Brian... please?"

We were in the living room, Mary and Carol and I, my packed bags at my feet.  I didn't want to leave, but I had to.  It was well past seven o'clock already, and I still had a long drive ahead of me to get home.  But before I left I had one more thing I needed to do.  I stole Mary into my arms and kissed her one last time, deeply, passionately.

"I love you, sis."

Mary slipped her arms around my waist, holding me tight.  "I love you too Brian.  Please, don't go.  Can't you stay just another night?"

"I wish I could, but I've got to be at work tomorrow.  Besides, I'll bet Carol wants to get started right away on those sixty orgasms."  Carol was standing to the side, ashen faced with dismay, still naked except for the chastity belt... her chastity belt, now.  Obviously she was thinking about her task ahead.  Sixty orgasms!  It would take her a month to exact that many out of my sister!

Mary pouted, but only playfully.  "I'd trade all sixty of those orgasms just for one from you, Brian.  Please don't go."

But I had to.  I kissed Mary one last time, and then once more for good measure before she finally, reluctantly let me slip from her arms.  I paused at the door for a moment to look back.  She looked so beautiful, so radiant, so alluring.  And Carol so timid, as if she still couldn't believe the predicament I was leaving her in.  I smiled.

"Call me when she's satisfied her quota and I'll come visit again."  And with that I blew Mary a kiss and went out the door, the key to Carol's belt tucked safely away in my pocket, my bags in hand, smiling broadly as I thought of Mary and Carol and the fun they were going to have in satisfying Carol's quota.  And of course the fun that awaited me when they had.

I was almost to my car when Mary came rushing out of the house, hurrying after me.  She caught me just as I unlocked the car door, turning me and kissing me passionately, right there in the driveway.  She clutched me so tight that I thought for a moment that she might never let me go.

"Think of me?" she asked bashfully, her cheeks flushed.  Smiling so sweetly.

I smiled, hugging her tight.  "Always..."