We all looked at each other for a few moments, then she laughed.

"Master," she said, "let me introduce you to Philip, your servant.

Philip, didn't we agree that you would not address me directly in my

Master's presence? And that if you must refer to me, you would call me

'Slave'."

"I'm sorry," Philip said, "I'm working on that, but I just can't do it

yet."

Feeling left out of the conversation, I offered the witty question,

"Servant?"

"Yes sir," Philip said, "it's like a slave, except you pay me and we

don't fuck."

She laughed again, and said "That will do, Philip. Philip has a mouth on

him, Master. He has worked for my family all of his life, and now I'm

the last of my family. Philip raised me when I was a child. Philip knows

what you and I are to each other and what we will be doing here. He

doesn't approve, but he is trying hard to adapt to the situation. He has

had a tour of the basement. He knows that when he sees us, we will as

likely as not be naked - especially me - and that we will probably be

doing things he finds offensive. While we do the Master/Slave thing,

Philip takes care of the house. He's here seven to four, Monday through

Friday, and always on call. He has a duplicate set of the keys my Master

has, but he won't come to the basement unless specifically asked there

for a cleaning or maintenance problem. But I've invited him to spend

time in the observation room whenever he cares to." That last part was

said with a huge grin in Philip's direction. Philip scowled.

Again trying to join the conversation, I said, "Ok, I think I got all of

that, but who's Carrie?"

"Carrie is now my name in the outside world, since I changed my

identity. But since my Master has not named his Slave, Philip has been

told," here she looked sternly at Philip, "on more than one occasion,

that he was not to use that name once the Master had returned, or to

speak directly to the Slave if he could avoid it."

Philip wanted this to end, so he tried rephrasing the original question.

"Sir, would you like any breakfast for yourself and ... the Slave?"

"Excellent, Philip!" she cried, clapping her hands. "This Slave is very

proud of its old friend."

I could see that this Slave stuff was becoming painful for Philip, so I

told him that I would like juice, coffee, toast, and 2 eggs scrambled,

and would he please make the Slave its favorite breakfast. That got me a

friendly smile from him, then he thanked me and left the room. I saw him

sneak a look at her as he left, I could tell it hurt him not to be able

to speak to her. I would try to find a way around that.

I said, "Out of bed, Slave, we have time to give each other a quick

shower before breakfast arrives." She ran to the shower and turned on

the water. When I came in, she smiled and asked, "Cold water only,

Master?" "Not when I'm in there with you, Slave. Don't even think about

it." We soaped each other up, coming pretty close to starting another

round of fucking. But I wanted to continue trying to figure out what was

going on, and frankly I was exhausted, so I made her stop. She looked

disappointed until I told her that after breakfast she would give me a

tour of the training room. She smiled.

As we were coming out of the bathroom and sharing a towel to dry each

other, Philip arrived with the breakfast cart. I took the towel from her

and wrapped it around me, leaving her facing Philip naked. He ignored

her and asked me where I wished breakfast to be served. I told him to

just leave the cart, we would figure out something.

As Philip turned to leave, I called him back and told him I had

something else to tell him. I said that, when I heard him call the Slave

by name, I realized that Carrie was the perfect name for her. Therefore,

as a reward for all she had achieved in the last 18 months, I was giving

her the Slave name Carrie, effective now, and that I was grateful he

gave me the idea. I also told him that, despite the orders given to him

by Carrie, it was my wish that, unless Carrie had been ordered to remain

silent or was otherwise unable to talk, he should always address her

when he had anything to say to us. I told him that the exception was

that, in the training room downstairs, the Slave would never be allowed

to speak to him, and he would never speak to the Slave. I looked over at

her, and she wore a big grin. "Thank you, Master," she said. I asked

Philip if he understood, and he said, "Yes, Sir, and I also thank you.

And Sir, thank you for giving her back laughter. I hadn't heard her

laugh in a long time."

Philip then looked at Carrie, and asked "Will that be all, Carrie?" She

looked at me, and I said, "The lawyer." "Oh, yes," she said. "Philip,

please contact Mr. Collins and tell him he will have to undo the legal

work transferring my holdings to the Master. I shouldn't have done that,

and everything is to be transferred back to my ownership." She looked at

me, and I said, "That should do it." She said, "That's all, Philip.

Thank you. ... Oh, Philip, do you think Mr. Collins will be angry?"

Philip was actually grinning, and he answered that he was sure Mr.

Collins would not be angry to hear that. He looked at me and thanked me,

then thanked Carrie and left.

When Philip had disappeared, she said "This Slave can't thank you enough

for that, and for the Slave's new name, Master. And I know it meant the

world to Philip, I believe Master has made a friend. But couldn't Master

have left me some towel, too?" I told her I was simply trying to avoid

grossing Philip out more than necessary this soon, and she said, "Does

Master think that seeing his little girl naked and with a shaved pussy

might have grossed him out a little?" I told her that it was certain

that Philip would sooner or later see her in situations and performing

acts that he would find unpleasant, if not disgusting. I said that I was

sure she had already told Philip that, and he was still here. If he

loved her, and I was sure he did, he would have to adapt to the reality

of her status as a sex slave, if she and he wished him to stay here.

Then I asked her where the name Carrie came from. She said she had

chosen it for herself. It was a name she had always liked, despite the

movie of the same name, and she was happy and proud that it was now also

her Slave name.

I put her bondage equipment and blouse on her, which made her smile.

Arranging two chairs at a suitable table in the bedroom, I watched her

sit as she now knew to do, then fastened her wrists behind her back.

Setting out the food, I concluded that her "favorite breakfast" was

apparently half a grapefruit and a soft-boiled egg. "If I knew you were

having a grapefruit," I said, "I would have let you feed yourself. From

now on when you have this, ask Philip to section it for you." "Is my

Master always going to feed his Slave?" she asked. "Any time the Master

wishes to," I answered. She asked if she could have coffee with her

breakfast, and I refused. I told her if she were very good, she could

possibly have a few sips of her Master's coffee.

When breakfast was finished, and I had squirted as much grapefruit juice

as possible onto her breasts and stomach, I put on some clothes from the

closet, which fit perfectly, then led her to the mural room. I told her

that this would be her transition point from now on. When she entered

this room from the rest of the house, any clothing she was wearing would

be removed and her slave bondage equipment would be attached. When she

entered this room from the training room, the opposite procedure would

be followed, her bonds would be removed and she would be dressed as her

Master chose for the house. I also told her that this would be the point

where formal Slave replies would be required when she was going to the

training room, and it would be the point where she would adopt the more

informal speech patterns when she was leaving the training room. I asked

her if she understood all of that, and she read it all back perfectly in

her formal response.

I removed her blouse, attached her wrists to the belt behind her back,

and led her down the stairs and into the training room. Guiding her with

her tits and anus, I took her on the same tour circuit she had

originally followed in her first training room. Her first stop was past

the bed to the Master's enclave. It was of course different, but the

only thing missing was the system interface controls - There was no

system controlling this room. I asked her what the door at the far end

of the Master's area led to. She replied that she knew there was a

toilet of some kind for the Master in her original training room,

although she had not known where its door was. She said that behind the

door was a commode and a tiny shower for the Master's exclusive use. It

was locked at all times and only the Master and Philip had the key, or

any keys for that matter. She pointed out that the refrigerator was

full, and that Philip would restock it when asked, and would provide any

other items that the Master wanted in his refrigerator. I told her I was

very pleased with her design for the Master's enclave, and added that I

was sure she already knew that she was never to set foot onto the rug

unless led there by her Master. She said she knew that, and thanked me

for reminding her.

Then I guided her back to the bed. Although it looked different, it was

functionally the same as her first bed. I put her in it, and took her

through the range of adjustment possible for the legs and head, and

tried out all of the tilt and height adjustments. Everything was

manually operated, but the mechanism was so well balanced that it was

easy to make any desired adjustment, even raising the whole bed with her

in it. I told her that I was very pleased with the bed.

I lowered her head, unzipped my pants, and told her to suck my cock. She

looked distressed at this, and I asked her if she was refusing my

command. She assured me she was not, she would gladly obey, but she

didn't think she would be allowed to suck her Master's cock until she

had completed her week of butt fucking. I told her that we were not

going to follow the original training plan defined by the organization,

and that although I owed her nothing in the way of explanation, I would

explain why later, at the completion of my tour. She then proceeded to

give me a blow job that left me weak in the knees, all the more

impressive because of her inexperience and the fact that her head was

rigidly strapped to the headrest. When she finished, I left her in the

bed and went to the Master's enclave, where I had a glass of water and

rested on the couch for a few minutes.

Finally I went back and removed her from the bed. I told her she was

going to be a great cock sucker after more practice. Actually, she was

already great, and what she could do after more practice was a daunting

prospect. Continuing the tour, I observed that the elliptical trainer

and weight training bench were identical to the ones the organization

used. I asked her if she used them. She said that she had been doing an

hour a day on the elliptical machine for the last 2 months, but she

didn't know the right way to use the weights. I told her she would

learn, and explained how weight training would improve her shape at

selected locations where she was too lean now.

Moving on, the ritual sex area looked identical to the original. The

bars looked fine. She had never seen how the table was to be used, so

she had done the best she could to duplicate its functionality. At first

look, I thought it would be Ok.

I was going to bypass the toilet area since I had already seen it all in

use except the shower, but she indicated that she needed to use it, so I

waited and watched while she did her thing and then washed herself. I

dried her with a towel.

The punishment area was perfect, what more can I say? She had not

duplicated the full variety of whips, crops, flogs, and belts the

original room had, but there would be more than enough options here.

Finally, we got to the learning machine. There was no system computer to

control it, like the original. She said the designer told her its

operation was too complex for a passive circuit to control, so he had

installed a small PC in the console, and had a simple visual interface

on a nearby monitor to allow full control. I asked her if she had tried

it, and she said yes, she needed to make sure it worked like the

original. She told me the breast shocks were very similar but a little

stronger, but the leg shock was much stronger, and there was no way to

make it milder. I asked her if it knocked her out, and she said no, it

just hurt a lot worse and took longer to recover from. I told her that

was OK, but that I would eventually need to see her response to it

myself. She answered that she would be pleased to demonstrate it for the

Master right now, although she looked pretty pale as she said that. I

told her we had other, more important things to do right now, but

eventually she would be allowed to demonstrate.

I told her again that her Master couldn't be more pleased with the room,

that she had done an excellent job, and she had fully earned the

privilege of having a Slave name. I told her that it was time to go back

upstairs, and she looked like she was very distressed at the idea of

leaving the room again. I commanded her to speak, and she said she

needed to resume her training, so that she could be the best possible

Slave for her Master. I said I had promised her an explanation, and she

would have one soon, but that she must never again balk or act upset

when her Master ordered her to leave the training room. She went through

the door when I unlocked and opened it, and quickly climbed the stairs.

After I locked up I followed her up the stairs. She was waiting as

required to transition from training room to house, and I removed her

bonds and put on her blouse and shoes.

I took her directly to the guest room where her clothes were stored, and

began trying to find her an acceptable set of clothes to wear outside

the house. I had looked outside, saw that it was a beautiful day, and

decided to take her for a walk. Not knowing what the privacy issues were

like around the house, I decided she would wear normal clothes her first

time out with her Master. After some searching, I selected a simple

skirt, not tight, a form fitting blouse that buttoned up the front, and

a pair of low-heeled shoes suitable for walking.

I had her show me to the door she normally used to enter and leave the

house. It was on the side of the house and opened onto a driveway where

an SUV was parked. I told her that her transition area from in the house

to outside would be just inside that door for now, and that suitable

outdoor clothing would be located here for her to change. I had her

remove her house blouse and heels and put on her outdoor clothes. Before

taking her outside, I commanded her to demonstrate for me how she would

sit down in that skirt, using a nearby chair. She reached down and

pulled the skirt up over her ass as she sat down, and blushed bright

red. I told her that was good, and had her practice a few more times. I

then took her and the chair to a mirror, and had her practice more while

watching herself in the mirror, both from in front and from the side.

"How is that for humiliating?" I asked her after awhile. She said that

it was extremely humiliating. I said "Just as it should be, Carrie,"

addressing her by her Slave name for the first time. She smiled when I

said her name. I told her to go and get a blanket or a beach towel and a

tube of sun block and join me at the exit door. She said at first that

she didn't know if there was any sun block, then she remembered that

there was a tube of it in the Master's bathroom and went to get it.

When she returned with the required items, I opened the door and told

her to go outside, which she did without hesitation. I asked her if

there was a nearby area suitable for a picnic on the ground with lots of

privacy. She knew of a place, and I told her to show me the way.

As we walked, I asked her where the hell we were, and she said we were

in the foothills outside of Albuquerque. I told her that was a

comfortable distance from the organization, and complemented her again

on her abilities and her choices. She said that we owned the land for a

mile in any direction from here, and that she had never seen any

strangers here, there was only us, Philip, and his wife. She felt safe

walking out here alone. I told her I didn't want to discuss Philip now,

but I wanted to know more about him and his wife later.

After about a 20-minute walk, she led me to the perfect spot for what I

had in mind, very private. I told her to spread the blanket, then strip

and assume the Learning Pose on the blanket. I checked to be sure she

wasn't opening her legs to the extreme painful position I had forbidden

her to use again. I took the sun block and applied it to her body all

over and to my face. I told her we were likely to be here awhile, and I

didn't want us to burn.

I then sat down across from her, had her put her hands in mine, and

began. I asked her to recall what I had with me when I first entered the

training room yesterday. She correctly named her bonds, my keys, and the

crop. I asked her what happened to the crop, and she said I dropped it

on the floor with her bonds before I helped her stand up. I asked her if

she knew where it was now, and she said that it was still on the floor

where I dropped it, she had just seen it there a half hour ago. I asked

her how many time I had struck her with the crop before I dropped it,

and she said that I had not hit her at all. I asked her if I had hit her

with anything else, or had disciplined her in any way, between the first

time I saw her in the training room and now. She said no, I had not

disciplined her. I asked her how long it has been since I first entered

the training room, and she said it was about 18 hours. I asked her if

she knew why I had not struck her or disciplined her in any way in that

time. She thought, then answered that she had not given me a reason to

discipline her. Why, then, I asked her, did she think she needed further

training?

She paused, gave me a deer-in-the-headlights stare, and said she didn't

know what I wanted her to say. I said I wanted her to explain why she

was in urgent need of training, when she was apparently very well

trained now, that in fact she had trained herself to be her idea of a

perfect slave already, and that she had done a fine job. She said that

wasn't true, she needed her Master to train her, to show her how to

behave. I said that I didn't appreciate her calling me a liar, but that

she had made a good point, and we should pursue that path. Her Master

showing her how he expected her to behave was exactly what she needed,

and her Master was providing that for her, every minute we spent

together. But what she was really asking her Master to do was to break

her spirit, to turn her into the organization's "general purpose slave",

to make her a robot. I asked her to think back, and remember that that

was the very reason we got into trouble with the organization, and why

we are here now and why she is not someone else's slave now. I asked her

to remember that both she and I knew the organization would not provide

the training she needed or deserved, and that she was getting the

training she deserved now, minute by minute, at her Master's side. That

seemed to get through to her. She sat quietly, looking into my eyes, and

tears started running down her cheeks and onto her breasts.

For awhile we sat still and looked at each other, and she quietly cried.

Then something broke, she shook her head, and said "No, Master, you are

wrong. I love you, Master, but you are wrong, I need strict training, I

need ... I need to feel pain, Master. You are not giving me pain, and I

need pain. At first you gave me pain, so it was OK to feel the pleasure.

Now there is no pain, but you give me pleasure anyway. That's not right.

Please, Master, train me to fear you through pain."

"Listen to me, Carrie," I said, "that will never happen. I am not a

sadist, and you are not a masochist. You will never be given pain for no

reason, and never, ever because you ask for it. Tell me why you think

you need pain, Carrie."

"Punishment, Master, I need to be punished."

"But what have you done to deserve pain and punishment, Carrie? I

command you to tell me why you deserve pain and punishment."

"Because I ... because I lived, Master." She couldn't talk any more, she

was sobbing and gasping for air. Finally she was able to finish saying

it between sobs, "I lived and they died. It should have been me, not

them. They deserved to live. I was barely scratched. I have to be

punished for that."

"Have you known that all along, Carrie? Is that why you sought Slave

training?"

"No, Master, I think I just figured it out. Master, can we just be quiet

for a few minutes?"

"Of course, Carrie, you tell me when you are ready to talk some more. Is

it Ok if I stay here and hold your hands?"

"Please, Master, stay. Don't leave me, don't let me go. Don't ever let

me go. I just need some time to think."

I sat still, looked at her, and held her hands in mine while she cried.

After long minutes she looked up at me and said, "Master, I'm very

tired, can we go home now? I need to sleep, Master."

"Carrie," I said, "obviously I didn't know your husband or child. But I

think that if they could talk to you right now they would say that it

was time for you to grieve for their loss, and then let go of the past.

Can you see a time in the near future when you might be able to forgive

yourself for surviving while they died?"

She was silent for a minute, then answered, "Yes, Master, I think I can,

but it will take time. I've kept this bottled up in me for so long, now

I need to feel the pain and sorrow I should have felt back then, and let

my grief expend itself. I want to be happy, Master. And I want to be

with you. Can you be patient with me while I heal?"

"Of course I can, Carrie. Do you want to modify our Master/Slave

relationship, or end it altogether?"

"Oh, no, Master, being your Slave means everything to me. Just be

patient with me. I will always try to be your perfect Slave, Master, I

just need your understanding while I get better."

I said that I would do anything I could to help, but that she must talk

to me about what's on her mind. She said now that she saw how much that

could help, she would always try to make her thoughts as open to me as

her body.

I told her to get up and dress. She immediately stood, but said, "Oh,

Master, it's such a beautiful day, may the Slave remain naked while we

walk home?" I told her to put her shoes on and grab the sun block, and I

would carry the blanket and her clothes.

We set out for home, walking side by side. After only a few paces she

moved closer until her hip contacted me, then put her arm around my

waist. I put my arm around her shoulders, and that's how we walked home.

A couple of times I heard her humming some tune, and that made me smile.