She was in the tub, so I quickly stripped and joined her. I asked her if

she had used the toilet, and she said of course not, I had told her not

to unless I was present. As I was soaping her up, I mentioned her

earlier comment, that Philip and I were on the job together. I asked her

if she thought Philip and I were plotting against her. She said, "Oh, no

Master, I think you're plotting for me." She looked at me, but I

remained silent, so she said, "make a bet with me, Master. I bet the

pistol under the table in the bedroom has now been hidden somewhere

else." I knew we were busted, but I wanted to see how much she really

knew. I asked her what pistol she was talking about, that I wasn't aware

of any pistol. She said, "Is Master lying to his Slave already? I

thought the honeymoon would last a little longer than three days. I knew

when Philip showed you where the bedroom gun was hidden, you would have

him move it so I couldn't see it when we were fucking on the floor. Too

late, Master, I knew about it the day Philip hid it under the table. I

know where most of the others are, and the gun rack and the security

system monitors in the office." I thought, "What monitors? He didn't

show me any monitors."

I said Philip had told me she hated guns, if she knew about them, why

not demand that he take them away? She said because she knew Philip was

trying to protect her, and she thought she would defer to his expertise

in this area, plus she knew he would just hide them somewhere else. Why

complicate his life?

I asked her if Philip had a lot of expertise in this area, and she

laughed. "You could say that," she said. I asked her to elaborate, and

she said she would if I ordered her to, but she thought Philip's past

should be revealed to me by Philip, or not at all. I told her she was

right, and kissed her.

After we had soaked for awhile, I began to feel sleepy. I didn't want us

to sleep all afternoon like yesterday, so I climbed out of the tub and

ordered her out. While the tub drained, I took her into the shower for a

quick rinse, then we toweled each other dry. I asked her if she needed

to use the toilet now before lunch, and she did. After she sat down, I

kneeled right in front of her and watched between her legs as she

eliminated her waste. This made her blush, and I reached up and kissed

her, saying again that there would be no walls between us. She asked if

she could watch me like that, and I said I thought she would never ask.

But before I let her up, I had her lean forward, and I wiped her ass

with toilet paper until she was clean. That really made her blush, so I

asked her if she still wanted to watch me. She swallowed hard, then said

she did. She watched attentively as I did my business, then I told her I

needed a kiss too. She came up off her heels and gave me a big wet kiss.

I told her I was finished, and leaned forward. She gulped again, but

then did for me as I had done for her. I thanked her and stood up, and

we both washed our hands. After dressing her in the blouse and shoes, I

led her to the dining room for lunch. On the way, I asked her if she

wanted to make that our normal toilet routine. She said she would prefer

to keep using the bidet, so I told her that would be fine, for now.

Philip had set out a tasty lunch for us, and we both cleaned our plate.

When we were ready to leave the table, I directed her back to the

bedroom, getting an eager "Oh, boy." I told her it wasn't what she

thought, and when we got there I told her to put on a pair of her short

white socks and another pair of sneakers. When she was shod, I told her

to fetch a blanket and the sun block and meet me by her outside

transition area. Remembering what I had told her about the real reason

for our hike, she smiled and said, "Oh, boy," again. She soon showed up

at the exit door carrying the required items, which I took and laid on a

table by the door. I asked her if she had a canteen, and she did. I told

her to get it, have Philip fill it with cold water, and return here with

it. She was back in a few minutes, and I told her to set the canteen

down for a minute, then removed her blouse and hung it on a nearby hook

and slathered sun block all over her body and both our faces. As I

opened the door, I told her she was my pack mule, to put on the canteen

with the strap between her breasts, grab the blanket and sun block, and

go outside.

When we were outside. I told her that she was also the faithful Indian

guide, to lead the way. On the way to our first stop, I playfully

tormented her. I walked behind her for awhile, commenting about what a

beautiful, jiggly ass she had. I told her that the swaying cheeks were

hypnotic, that if she realized I wasn't following her anymore, she must

come back and slap me to wake from the trance her ass had put me in. She

stopped, turned around and walked up to me with her hand drawn back like

she intended to slap me. I stood still to let her take her best shot,

and instead she laughed, wrapped the arm around my neck, reached up on

tiptoe and planted another big wet kiss on my lips.

Trying another approach, I ran 20 feet ahead of her, then stopped,

turned, and faced her until she walked by me. As she approached, I said

things like, "My God, woman, how can you go outside flaunting that

equipment? Don't you know what tits and a pussy like that can do to a

man? You should be very careful about who you show that stuff to, you'll

give somebody apoplexy. Have you ever thought about covering up, lady?

You should have to get licenses and permits before showing that stuff in

public. He baby, you look like you've been working out." She tried to

pretend that this was offensive to her, saying, "Well, I never. Young

man, you should have your mouth washed out with soap." About that time

we both cracked up.

I was going to run ahead again, and try to think of more insulting

things to say about her body. She saw what I was up to, and raised the

blanket to cover her breasts. I asked her, "do you remember what I told

you about not obstructing the view?"

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed, moving the blanket away from her breasts. "I

do remember that. It was just a few minutes after we met, in that stupid

waiting room. How did you remember?"

"I remember everything about those few days with perfect clarity. After

I thought you had gone forever, those memories became my life, my reason

to keep living."

I took the blanket from her, moved up close to her and put my arm around

her shoulder. But after walking a minute, I couldn't resist taking one

more shot. "Poor old mule just can't carry the loads it used to. About

time for the glue factory, I'm guessin'," I said. That brought on

another round of laughter from both of us.

I had decided to stop bugging her, and I was silently walking beside

her, with my arm still around her shoulders. She looked up at me, then

gave me a shove with her hip and said, "What's the matter, Smart Ass,

can't you think of any more ways to torment your naked, helpless victim

while she carries your crap?"

"I'm carrying the blanket, lighten up," I said, with a big smile to let

her know I was joking along with her.

"In that case, find a place to spread the blanket on the ground, then

spread your Slave on the blanket. I'm so horny I could honk. Honk!

Honk!" That last part really surprised me, I asked her where she had

heard it. Matter-of-factly, she said that her husband said that to her

on their wedding night, and she had not remembered it until she said it

just now. Then she became self conscious, apologized to me for intruding

into our relationship with memories of her marriage. I told her that was

nonsense, every part of her life was part of my life now, too. I added

that eventually she would tell me everything she remembered about her

life with her husband and child, after her grief had run its course. I

told her to remember her promise to become "transparent" to me.

Getting the point of her statement about the blanket, I was searching

for a good flat spot, and soon one came up. I asked her how she liked

it, and she said. "Any port in a storm, Master." I asked her how close

we were to the edge of her property, and she said we were about half way

between the house and the closest boundary. I asked her if the boundary

could be seen from here, so she stepped onto a nearby rock, looked

around, and said no. I spread the blanket, looked at her, and said, "You

asked for it, Slave, get down there and spread 'em."

She flopped down on the blanket, rolled onto her back, spread her arms

and legs, and said, "Take me, I'm helpless against your ravaging

onslaught."

"I think it could be debated successfully that I'm the one getting

ravaged here. I'm not sure if I can keep up with you for much longer,

how do you feel about dildoes these days?"

"There's a drawer full of them, all lengths, sizes, and textures, in the

basement, Master. Does that answer your question?"

"I'll keep up with you as long as possible, but one thing I don't want,

and won't accept, is for my limitations to become your limitations. So

there might come a day when some of your satisfaction will come from a

dildo in my hand. But - and this is a command, Slave - you will never

use a dildo on yourself unless your Master is present and has commanded

you to do it. Is that clear?"

"Oh, yes, Master. This Slave has no intention of ever having sex except

under its Master's control."

"Slave, between the day you left the organization's training room, and

the day I first saw you here in your basement, did you ever have sex

with anyone else, man or woman, or ever masturbate yourself?"

Tears welled up in her eyes. I knew immediately that my rash,

thoughtless words had wounded her deeply. She said "Master, No! Never!

Not once, not with anyone else, not with myself. From the day I left you

at the organization, my life was only about one thing, getting you here

to join me, to love me, to own me. Please tell me you believe me,

Master. You have to believe me!"

"Yes, my Slave, I do believe you. Does the Slave think its Master has no

right to ask such questions, or to probe any aspect of the Slave's life

that he cares to know about?" I immediately wished someone had cut my

tongue out before I got myself into this stupid, stupid predicament. I

had to stop plowing ahead, and try to correct the damage I had done. But

she remained rational.

She wasn't waiting for me to realize my stupidity, she was going to try

to fix things by herself. "Master, this Slave heard accusation in its

Master's question, and briefly lost control and provided an unacceptable

reply to the Master. The Slave apologizes sincerely, Master, and will

gladly accept any punishment the Master chooses. This Slave would prefer

to abstain from sexual activity unless it involves penetration of the

Slave by the Master's cock. The Slave humbly requests that the Master

allow it to change it's answer to the question about dildoes. If only

the Slave is to receive sexual pleasure, and the Master is not, then the

Slave would prefer to wait until the Master is available to share the

pleasure."

I sat down beside her and took her hand in mine. After looking into her

eyes for a minute, I said, "Well, Carrie, we just had our first

argument, and it was all one-sided, and it was all my fault. I am so

sorry, I beg you to forgive me. I'm so afraid that I just proved to both

of us that I'm not fit to command, or even be in the presence of, anyone

as wonderful as you."

"No, Master, the Slave was out of line."

"Let me finish, Carrie. You were absolutely right, there was accusation

in my question, and it was inappropriate on many levels. You have never

given me any reason to suspect the things I was accusing you of. And

even if you had done such things, which I don't believe you have, and

never believed you had, it would be none of my goddam business. Do you

know why I was acting so stupid?"

She took a deep breath, and said, "Master is feeling inadequate, because

the Slave is capable of sex at more frequent intervals than the Master.

But Master, the Slave doesn't have to produce an erection each time we

fuck. All the Slave has to do, to keep up with the Master, is not become

too exhausted to enjoy it. The Slave understands these differences, and

apologizes if it has been demanding too much from the Master."

"Carrie, please stop making lame apologies for me. There is no excuse,

and the Slave's subservience to the Master should never extend to

covering up the Master's stupidity. Your explanation was exactly right.

I was feeling inadequate." I paused, then asked her, "Carrie, I know

I've ruined this outing for you. What do you want to do now, go back to

the house?"

"Of course I don't want to go back to the house, and you haven't ruined

anything. You have shown how strong we are together. You did do

something stupid, Master, but then you immediately took action to

correct the problem. What do I want? I want you to fuck me, and if you

don't feel like doing that I want you to hold me in your arms, and if

you don't feel like doing that I want you to talk to me, and if you

don't feel like doing that I want you to sit there and let me enjoy

looking at you, and if you don't feel like doing that I want you to lie

down next to me so we can just enjoy being together. You awakened these

sexual appetites in me, and I'll always be grateful to you for that, and

they will always be for you alone. Please just give me some time to get

past this insatiable phase, I promise I will settle down and stop

demanding so much from you. Master, what I want is to be with you, doing

whatever pleases you. Let's stop flogging this dead horse and do

something - anything - to celebrate our love for each other."

"How did you get to be so kind, so loving, so smart? And why the hell

did you fall in love with an asshole like me?"

"I don't know, Master. Just lucky, I guess."

"I honestly don't know how you can stand to be here with me after the

offensive way I just treated you. But here you are, so if you think you

can get this old, worn out has-been hard one more time, I like your

first choice the best."

Grinning, she said, "Yes, Master. Right away, Master. I know how to do

that," and she began removing my clothes. "And Master, don't worry that

I would stay with you if I didn't want to. I will always be your Slave

and your property, because minute by minute I will always choose to be

yours."

She put sun block on my naked body, except for my cock, which she said

would be hiding from the sun. At the first touch of her mouth, my cock

sprang to life. She let go long enough to laugh and say, "Where'd that

tired old man go?"

"If there were more women like you, Carrie, there would be no need for

Viagra."

After I had visited every major orifice on that beautiful body, I told

her it was time to move on. The goal was to see how many good fucking

spots we could find, we knew enough now to put this one on the approved

list. I added that we would have a plaque put up here, commemorating the

first time I let her know what an idiot I could be. She said, "Time to

shut up about that, Master, it's behind us now. Let's just remember the

lessons it taught us, and forget the rest."

After we both had a drink, she put the canteen over her shoulder, picked

up my clothes, the blanket, and the sun block. I put my shoes on.

"Onward, Master?" she asked. I nodded, told her to change direction and

not get any closer to her property boundaries, then said, "And don't

bother me for awhile, Carrie, I'm trying to think of new ways to tease

you while we walk." She laughed, and we set off to continue the tour.

We made three more stops, and each time I made the grand tour of her

body. I had resolved to just keep fucking her whenever she wanted until

I was no longer able to perform, and not worry about it until it

happened, and that seemed to help a lot. I no longer felt like collapse

was imminent, and I was able to "get it up" any time conditions

warranted. Sinking to the depths of self pity, and having her lift me

out of it, had done wonders for my libido.

She had guided us expertly in a huge circle, and we came out on a hill

overlooking her house. I made sure I couldn't see the guest house, I had

a general idea of where it was. We were standing in a relatively flat

area, just big enough for the blanket. I said this would be fucking site

5. She pointed out that it should really be fucking site 6, because the

site we used for our talk yesterday would also be a perfect site for

fucking. "Right," I said, "site 6."

I handed her the blanket and said, "Woman, take your position." With

mock servility she took the blanket from me, curtsied with downcast

eyes, and spread the blanket. Then she dived onto it, flopped onto her

back, and yelled, "I'm yours, you throbbing hunk of manhood!" I had to

wait until I stopped laughing, then I took her. After visiting my three

favorite places, I put my head between her legs and went to work on her

clit with my tongue. Almost immediately she started having orgasms, one

after another. I don't know how long we stayed like that, I do remember

that she pulled my hair and screamed once, and I wondered if Philip

heard it. Finally, she said, "Master, please stop, I can't come any

more. I think I'm about to pass out. I don't have any energy left."

"Finally," I thought, "she actually has a limit." I pulled myself up

beside her and made her drink some water. Then I took her in my arms,

and we lay like that for a long time.

I finally told her to get up, we were going home. She tried to stand,

but then sat down again. I asked her what was wrong and she said she was

just very tired. I got dressed, then scooped her up and carefully

carried her down the hill and into the house. Philip was there as we

entered the house, and he looked startled. I told him I thought she was

just exhausted, she had a hard day. He looked at me with some some

skepticism, and I told him to trust me, she hadn't been harmed. She told

him weakly that she was fine, not to worry. I took her to the bedroom,

removed her sneakers and socks, and put her to bed. I was leaving to go

back up the hill to retrieve the equipment we left behind, when she

reached out and took my hand. She smiled and said, "You did it, Master,

you took me to the wall. We're going to be fine, Master." I kissed her

and left.

After retrieving the gear, I went back to the bedroom to find her sound

asleep. I pulled up the chair and sat to wait for her again. At 4:00,

Philip stuck his head in to ask softly if there was anything else I

needed before he went home. I shook my head No. He had never done that

before, I assumed what he really wanted was to see what I was doing to

Carrie. She woke up after about an hour's sleep, it was 5:15 PM. I asked

her if she was Ok, she nodded and said "Better than Ok, Master." I told

her to get up, it was time for a shower, then dinner, then downstairs.

Again she said, "Oh, boy!" She must have forgotten what I told her we

would do first downstairs.

We went into the bathroom and watched each other again on the toilet,

only this time we both used the bidet afterward. Then we bathed each

other in the shower and dried each other. I got a change of clothes for

myself, put on her blouse and the low heels I said she could have in the

evening, and went to the kitchen. She sat and watched while I made

dinner, telling me where to find utensils when I asked. Somewhere along

the way I opened a bottle of wine and poured one glass. I took the glass

to her and let her have a sip, then I took a sip and kissed her. When

dinner was ready we took our plates to the dining room and sat side by

side while I fed her and myself. We stretched the glass of wine until

the end of the meal.

While I cleaned the table, I told her to pour another glass of wine and

go wait for me, standing, in the living room, and not to drink any wine

until I got there. When I got to the living room, I took the wine from

her and watched her while she sat on the couch. Then I sat beside her

while we shared the wine and talked about trivial things. She asked for

sex, but I told her not until she was in her bed downstairs.

I asked her how she felt about demonstrating the learning machine to me.

She said she was terrified of the prospect of using it a second time,

and that she had been trying not to think about it. I asked her who

assisted her when she tried it the first time, Philip? She said she

asked him to, he had installed her in the bed for its test run. But when

she explained what it did, he not only refused to help, he wanted to

destroy it. So she had the guy who designed it for her show her how to

do it. She said she had no choice but to be topless in front of him, but

she wore a bikini bottom. Remembering what happened the first time she

got the severe shock through her groin, she had an extra absorbent

sanitary napkin under the bikini. I said he must have gotten a real

boner watching her. She said he did, until she got the severe shock. As

soon as she became aware of her surroundings again, she saw that he was

crying. He told her he had no idea it would be that severe. He wanted to

remove her from it immediately and destroy the whole thing. She had lied

and told him it was perfect. Then she asked if there was an adjustment

for the strength level of the shocks. He said no, but offered to

redesign the circuit and make a new one. Knowing he would probably make

it too mild after what he had seen, she said No Thanks, it was Ok as is.

I told her if it scared her that much we could do it some other time.

She asked me if I wanted to do it now, and I said I did. "Then we'll do

it now," she said. I let her finish the glass of wine. Then I told her

to go get the open wine bottle, take it and the glass with her, and go

wait in the mural room. After she left I went to all of the external

doors of the house and made sure they were locked, and turned on the

outside lights at each door. Then I joined her in the mural room.

She had set the wine bottle and glass on the monitor console with her

bonds, and was perfectly executing the Waiting Pose. I removed her

blouse and shoes, put on her bondage gear, and locked her wrists to the

belt behind her back. Grabbing the wine and glass, I led her down the

stairs and into the training room. I took her to the learning machine

and told her to wait. I took the wine and the bottle to the Master's

enclave and set them on the table, then returned to her. When I looked

at her, she nodded her head toward the toilet. I asked her if she wanted

to use the toilet, and she nodded her head Yes. "Don't want to lick up

any more urine, eh?" I said. She nodded her head No.

I took her to the toilet and watched her while she peed. There was no

toilet paper here, so I put her on the bidet and afterward toweled her

dry. Back at the machine, I told her informal speech was allowed while

she explained everything. She showed me how to power on the PC. After it

booted, it automatically went into the control program for the machine.

It was pretty simple, there was only one display page, and it contained

success and failure counters, the On/Off switch for the delay adjusting

logic that sensed whether the delay should be shortened or lengthened,

and the nominal value for the delay between trials, which defaulted to

30 seconds. It could be adjusted while the machine was in operation, and

she requested that it be set higher, like to 60 seconds, before she took

the severe shock. She said that the first time, she had barely recovered

in time for the next trial, and that if the random delay had been on the

short side instead of the long side of nominal, she would have gotten a

second severe shock. She said that any given delay would be within a

band of 10 seconds on either side of the nominal value.

That was it for the display. The console itself had only two switches,

Test and Operate, and sockets to plug in the electrodes. The test mode

gave no shocks, but operated the appropriate light over a hole when a

breast reached in and contacted the target. She said that the only

safety features were that the Operate switch disabled all shocks when it

was Off, and that the software program would not just pause, but would

turn off the circuitry and shut itself down if 2 severe shocks in a row

were delivered. She then pointed out that she had had the breast holes

made larger to accommodate her breasts, but she still couldn't reach the

paddles, so she modified a brassiere by cutting out an area for her

areolas and nipples. The bra was one cup size too small, so it made her

nipples stick out through the hole, and that worked perfectly. I didn't

like the idea of her wearing a bra, even if the front had been cut out,

but I had to admit that she had done what it took to make the thing

work, and that it wasn't that different from the "boob warmers" I had

put on her at the organization.

At this point, I told her to revert to formal speech. Then I told her

that her Master didn't think his Slave would ever do anything that would

make him put her in the machine for punishment. However, if that should

happen, the Master needs to know if it is safe to punish the Slave in

this manner. Therefore, the Master must ask the Slave to demonstrate the

machine. Was the Slave willing to do this, now, for the Master? I told

her to reply, and she said with a trembling voice, "Master, this Slave

would be pleased to demonstrate the machine for its Master, so that the

Master can evaluate if the machine is safe, Master." I kissed her on the

cheek and on both nipples, then put her in the machine.

I attached her ankles to the floor, then went looking for the bra.

Everything I needed was found in a small drawer on the console. I put

the bra on her and adjusted her nipples so the poked through the holes

as far as possible. I looked up at her and said "Is this right?" She

looked down at each breast, then shook her head yes. I put the harness

under her arms and attached it snugly. Getting out the conductive grease

and electrodes, I made the attachments to her ankles and the base of

each breast, then smeared some grease over each nipple. I flipped the

Test switch On, while watching the monitor to make sure nothing changed.

I noticed that the word TEST was flashing on the upper right of the

screen in green. Nice touch. I nodded to her, and she tested each

breast, one at a time. Each time she pressed a paddle, either LEFT

CONTACT or RIGHT CONTACT would appear at the bottom of the screen.

I turned Off the Test switch, and noted that the flashing TEST message

went away. I looked at her, she was pale. I asked her if she was ready,

she took a deep breath, and nodded her head yes. On went the Operate

switch, the display flashed OPERATE in red at the upper right, and we

waited. After about 35 seconds, the first trial started. Left was the

selection, she put her left breast in the hole, then gasped and squeezed

her eyes shut. The console lights went out and the display counted one

success. It was obvious that even the mild shock wasn't just annoying,

it was very painful. I didn't like that at all. I asked her how long she

was in the machine during her test, and she said 30 minutes. I shook my

head. "Too damned long, Slave", I said.

I wasn't going to let this go on very long at all. I watched 2 more

trials. I could see she was trying to suppress her response to please

me, but the shocks were really hurting her. I told her that her Master

was inclined to stop the test, the shocks were too severe, was the Slave

really able to go through with the test? She looked in my eyes for a

long moment, then shook her head Yes. I went and set the nominal delay

to 60 seconds. Then I waited for the next trial, then timed the delay

until the one after that. It was 55 seconds, so I knew the changed delay

setting was being used. I looked at her and said, "Carrie, you don't

have to do this. Do you want to stop now?" She shook her head slowly No,

then silently said "I love you." I told her to fail the next trial, and

thought that if there is a hell, I deserved to be put there for that

command.

I almost turned away when the next trial started, but I knew if she

wanted to do this for me, I had no choice but to watch. She shrieked as

the breath was forced out of her lungs. She hardly moved her legs, they

just folded under her and she hung in the harness. Her head rolled

forward until her chin was almost touching her chest. I was sure she had

been knocked out, but then after long seconds she took a deep breath,

and started groaning. In spite of relieving herself earlier, she had

peed all over the floor. I reached for the Operate switch, but she saw

me and said weakly, "No, wait." She had to try three times before being

able to stand again, then she looked around with a dazed expression.

Snot was running out of her nose. She stood there a few seconds, trying

to shake it off, then the next trial started. She seemed to have a hard

time figuring out which was the right hole, then decided and activated

the correct paddle after the yellow light had come on, just as my hand

got to the switch. She winced, and a tear ran down from the corner of

her left eye. I finished my motion and turned the damned thing Off.

I left her in the harness until last, in case her legs folded again. I

wiped her nose then had her blow it, then took off the bra and the

electrodes and wiped off all of the grease. I released her ankles, then

removed the harness and helped her away from the machine. She stepped in

the puddle of her pee, saw what it was, and turned around and started to

kneel. "Oh, no," I said. I leaned her against the mirrored wall and

cleaned the pee from her feet. Then I unfastened her wrists, picked her

up, carried her to the Master's couch, and found a blanket to cover her.

I knelt at her head, softly kissed her, and said, "I am so unworthy of

you. There are no words to express how profoundly sorry I am." Breaking

the formal speech rule, she said softly, "We are each worthy of the

other, Master." I kissed her again, then said "Wait for me." She nodded

her head.

I went back to the machine. I knew how Philip and the designer had felt,

I wanted to smash it. It was pure evil, how could I have ever thought

this was a useful device for training, even the one that gave much

milder shocks? But I didn't do anything to it, I just turned off the PC

and cleaned up Carrie's urine spill.

Returning to the Master's area, I washed my hands, then went over to

her. She smiled at me, and I said, "Informal speech for the rest of the

night. Water, or wine?" She said, "Water, then wine."