Training Carrie
Chapter 11
I poured a glass of cold water, then put a pillow under head and slowly
fed her the water. After half a glass, she indicated that was enough, so
I finished the glass. I asked her if she really wanted to sleep down
here tonight, wouldn't she prefer the comfortable bed upstairs? She said
she really wanted to spend a night in her Slave bed, but it was Ok with
her if I left her there and went upstairs for the night. I told her that
would never happen. Where she was, I was.
I told her that it was a mistake to put her in the machine, that she
would never be subjected to that again. She told me not to say never,
that there might come a day when both of us would want to see her in the
machine again. I asked her what could possibly make that happen. She
said she didn't know, but neither of us could rule it out. I didn't
understand where she was coming from, but it seemed like she wanted the
machine to remain available, so I decided to just forget about it and
ignore it.
I asked her if she would like to sit up and share a glass of wine with
me, and she said that would be very nice. I let her keep the blanket
over her body, with just her arms and head uncovered. I poured the wine
and offered her the first sip. I asked her how she could let herself be
subjected to that machine, that if I already knew what it felt like, I
was sure I wouldn't go in it again without being forced to. She said she
didn't want to sound too dramatic, but that she would go through fire
for me, only she would ask first if they couldn't make it hotter. I told
her that was noble, but not very smart. I said that there was no doubt
her Master would cause her pain at times, sometimes for a reason, and
sometimes accidentally or out of stupidity. But her Master would never
cause her pain on purpose for no reason, and would never ever do
anything to her that he thought would harm her. I told her that I was
feeling a lot of guilt for asking her to endure the severe shock in the
machine, because it might well have harmed her, and because there wasn't
a good reason to do it. I told her I was sorry I did it, and I would try
my best not to do anything that foolish again.
"Master, your Slave had a reason for enduring the shock. I did it for
you. I did it, not to prove my love, Master must by now accept that I
love him without needing proof, but to demonstrate my love. I feel a
constant need, a drive, to demonstrate a love that I feel so strongly.
That is also a partial explanation for my insatiable sexual appetite,
that and the fact that I have discovered the most fun thing in the
universe in my late twenties, and I'm trying to make up for lost time
with the one person in the world I value above all other things. The
Slave thanks her Master for allowing the trials to go on long enough for
the Slave to make that demonstration of love."
We were both quiet for awhile after that. She had said her piece, and I
didn't know how to express my reaction to it. Finally she asked me what
was on the agenda for tomorrow. I said that after breakfast she would
have another workout on the elliptical trainer. Then I asked her if she
remembered her last night in the organization's training room, where she
modeled some of the harnesses and other slave wear? She said she did,
and I asked if she had equipped this training room with stuff like that.
She said that there were only two drawers full of that type of
equipment. I said that I refused to be surprised any more by the
planning she put into this room, and that after exercise she would put
on a little Slave fashion show for me.
She asked if we would go on another walk after lunch. I told her I had a
tentative plan that involved she and I, fully clothed, strolling down
the driveway, introducing me to Philip's wife, and having a friendly
visit. We would of course clear it with Philip first, and invite him
along on the walk if he wished to come. She said that would be
wonderful, that she hadn't seen Beverly for several weeks, that Beverly
and Philip were essentially Carrie's parents when she was a child,
because her real parents were away so much. I told her that if we did
this, it would be important not to offend Beverly by talking in details
about the nature of our relationship. We are just in love and living
together in her house. During our visit, I would be Bill and she would
be Carrie, no Master and Slave talk. I asked her if she thought we could
pull that off, and she said she thought so, but calling me Master was so
ingrained now that it would take constant vigilance. I looked at her
face and hands, and said that if she could learn to never put her lips
together, to always keep her hands open, and to always keep her stomach
muscles tight, she wouldn't have any trouble remembering to call me Bill
for a few hours. She asked what we would do if Beverly asked a specific
question. I said she could do what she thought best, but my plan would
be to tell her the truth if she asks. I would of course make sure Philip
knew that before he decided if we should see Beverly.
I looked at the clock and saw that it was 9:05. I told her we would have
one more glass of wine, then put her to bed. She gave me another "Oh,
boy," then said she would like an enema and to use the toilet before
bed. I said Ok, and refilled the glass, and we quietly shared the wine
until the glass was empty.
I stood up and whipped the blanket away from her. I bent down and
grabbed her by both nipples, and asked in a sneering voice, "Does the
Slave need help rising from the couch?"
"Oh yes, my mighty Master, all the help this poor weak Slave can get." I
pulled gently on her nipples and she pushed herself off the couch with
her hands and stood up in one graceful move. "Cooperation is the key to
success," she said. I attached her hands behind her back and we walked
to the toilet area, side by side with my arm around her shoulders.
After the enema, toilet, and bidet, we walked back to the bed. I asked
her if she was sure this is what she wanted to do, and she said it was.
I asked her if she had an attachment for the bed that her ass could rest
on, to take the stress off of her spine and knees. She said she didn't
know there was supposed to be anything like that, she thought her ass
had to remain free in the bed. I told her that rule would have been
waived after the week of butt fucking was completed. She smiled and
said, "You devious bastards." I told her we would put her in the bed and
then see what I could find to help support her butt. After she was
installed, I asked her if she wanted her wrists attached at her sides or
pulled down toward toward the floor. She said pulled down, that made her
feel so deliciously helpless and vulnerable. I told her that was the
whole purpose, and stretched her arms out straight below her.
I went looking for an ass support. I took the little table the training
machine's monitor sat on, put two six-packs of diet cola side by side on
the table, then put a a chair cushion and a couple of pillows from the
couch on the cola, then slid the whole thing under her ass. She asked
what I was doing down there, and I asked her if she remembered the last
time I was messing around down here and she didn't know what I was up
to. She said Yes, she hated me for doing that to her. I asked her how
she felt about it now, and she said her pussy would always be naked for
me.
Getting back to the ass support, the whole thing was now about a half
inch away from touching her ass, so I just lowered the whole bed until I
could see that most of the weight of her ass was now resting on the
pillows. I asked her how that felt, and she said it was wonderful. I
tried tweaking some of the other adjustments, like the height of the
back support and the position of the calves, until we found the position
that felt best for her. When I thought we had done the best we could,
she asked me if it was Ok for fucking. I walked up until I was in
contact with her open crotch. I said she wouldn't believe it, but it's
great. I could keep my feet together and slide then between the legs of
the table, or open them up and put them on either side of the table, and
I had good access to both her pussy and her ass.
She said if I had such good access, what the hell was I waiting for, I
told her that there was just more thing to figure out. The
organization's training room could provide a toasty environment for the
Slave to sleep in without heating the whole room, we couldn't do that
here. Did she want the room heat turned up, or did she want a blanket
put over her. She asked if that wouldn't sort of spoil the effect of
having a Slave laid out here in this humiliating pose, available for
whatever evil tortures the Master chose to inflict on it, and then throw
a blanket over it? I said, "Well you got me on that one. Does that mean
you want the room heat turned up?" She said that would be nice, but not
to make it too hot for the Master. I said, "Don't get me wrong here,
Carrie, I'm not making fun of you, but wouldn't this be a good
opportunity to ask that the room be made colder, so you can suffer to
demonstrate your love for your Master?"
"It's simple, Master, I can't be a good fuck buddy for you on no sleep,
unless you like fucking cadavers. Now speaking - again - of fucking,
turn the fucking heat up and then get to fucking, unless you want to
hear me honk some more." I turned the thermostat up then walked up to
her head, and said, "Ok if we do some preliminary work up at this end
before heading back South?" I bent down and began passionately kissing
her mouth while caressing her breasts and rolling her nipples between my
finger and thumb. She couldn't move at all, the only response she could
make was with her lips and tongue, which were expressing themselves
pretty well. I came up for air once, and she said, while panting for
breath herself, "I'm so hungry for you, all the time, that it scares me.
Tell me we'll be like this always."
I said, "If you mean together and still deeply in love, then Yes, we'll
be like this always. If you mean in our twenties, able to fuck twenty
times a day and sleep in torture racks, think again, Sweetheart."
"Then don't you think you'd better get to it before we get any older?"
she said, smiling.
"Aye, aye, ma'am," I saluted and went to the other end. I buried my face
in her pussy and messed around in there awhile with my lips and tongue,
until I felt her come for the first time. Then went to work on her clit,
and as I was becoming accustomed to, she started having nearly
continuous orgasms. I let her continue like that for a few minutes, then
plunged my cock into her and began stroking. While continuing to pump my
hips, I bent over her, reached up to her breasts, and began stimulating
her nipples again. "Oh, God," she said, "I feel like there's a wire
between my nipples and my clit, what one feels the other feels, too.
God, this is wonderful, don't stop, please don't stop, Master. Master of
my body, my heart, my soul." She took a deep breath, then screamed as
loud as she could, "I love this man!"
"I heard you," I said, "but now I can't hear anything."
"Don't make me laugh, Master, I'm trying to go insane from pleasure. The
pleasure you give me, Master."
"I said that I was very close to coming, did she want me to slow down
and try to keep it going longer. "No, Master," she said, "move up here
and come in my mouth. Please."
I did, and I did. I was trying to readjust her headrest as I was coming,
so she could breathe with my balls on her face. She didn't even care,
she was greedily trying to suck my cock dry. When we separated, I moved
to her side, bent over and rested my head on her breasts, caressing her
face. Every time a finger would stray to her mouth, she would try to
catch it and suck on it.
When I had recovered some strength, I asked her where the dildoes were.
She asked if I was sure I wanted to do that, and I said I was. She told
me, and I walked over to the drawer and picked a relatively smooth one,
about the same size and length as the real thing. There was also some
lubricating jelly, and I grabbed that too. I greased up the dildo and
eased it into her ass. After I started hearing moans from the other end,
I tried bending over to see how hard it would be to tongue her clit
while pumping the dildo with one hand. It was a little clumsy, but
doable. I found I could also work on her breasts, one at a time, with my
last free hand, so I worked on her like that for awhile. As usual, the
orgasms started, but she must have been very tired by now, because she
was only having about one a minute. She was making guttural noises, if
you didn't know what was going on you wouldn't know if she was
expressing pleasure or pain. I counted ten orgasms, then one big one,
and she asked me to please stop. I stopped immediately and withdrew the
dildo.
I walked back up to her head and asked if she was all right. From far
away, she said that all right was a good way to put it, but
fan-fucking-tastic might be better. I laughed, and asked her if there
was anything she needed. She said all she needed was me, and I said she
already had that, did she need anything else, like water, or to go
upstairs and sleep in a real bed? She said she wanted to go to sleep
with the taste of me in her mouth, and that this was a real bed, her
Slave bed, where a Slave belongs. After a pause, she added "once in
awhile" and grinned. I made sure her headrest was slightly elevated to
help her sleep, and asked her if anything was too tight or needed
adjustment. She said no, I should go to bed, I looked like I was about
to collapse.
I staggered over to the Master's toilet and relieved myself. I wanted to
take a shower, but I decided it wouldn't be fair for me to enjoy a
shower while she was strapped onto that rack, I would wait until I could
shower with her. I came out, fell on the couch, and immediately went to
sleep.
I woke up when I heard her say "Master?" For an instant I didn't know
where I was or where she was, then I remembered. I sat up and looked at
the clock, which read 7:15. Holy shit, I slept all night. I ran over to
her, and asked if she was Ok. She said she was fine, she didn't wake up
once during the night, the ass support was wonderful. I apologized, told
her that I had set the alarm to wake me up up 15 times during the night
so I could fuck her each time, but the alarm didn't go off. She smiled,
then said that we were doing too much, it was wearing us out. I said
that in spite of my "stupid episode" yesterday, I wanted her to set the
pace as long as I could keep up, and we would work it out together.
"Yes, we will. We'll work out everything together." she said.
I warned her that I was removing the support for her ass, then raised
the bed until her ass was off of the cushions. I slid the makeshift
platform out of the way, then rotated the bed up and extracted her. She
looked at the platform, and said "Diet soda? I slept on diet fucking
soda?"
"Yes, and I recall someone saying she got a good night's sleep."
"That's right, I did. Good old diet soda."
"Formal speech, Slave," I said, and she immediately snapped into the
Waiting Pose. I attached her wrists behind her back, went and rounded up
the wine bottle and glass and the piss-soaked towel, then told her to go
to the door. I set everything down in the mural room and removed her
bonds. I told her to wait for me in the bathroom while I ordered
breakfast. She said she wanted something different today, to order two
of whatever I wanted. I went to find Philip, and put in our request for
breakfast. I asked him to put it in the dining room today, and that
Carrie had something to ask him about after we were cleaned up. I also
told him that Carrie knew all about the guns, including the ones in the
office, and I swore with my hand raised that I didn't tell her. I added
that she deserves to be included in the planning, not excluded, and that
I wished he would consider that. He said he would, was that what Carrie
wanted to talk to him about? I said no, it was something else, she had
decided not to mention the guns to him for the same reason he had
decided not to mention them to her, to keep him from worrying.
I joined her in the bathroom, and we watched each other on the commode
then soaped and rinsed each other in the shower. Again we had to
struggle to avoid another round of fucking.
We walked into the dining room, me fully dressed and Carrie in her wide
open blouse and high heels. Food was on the table, and Philip was
standing at the side of the room waiting for her to tell him what she
wanted. I knew it bothered him to see her dressed like that or
altogether naked, but it couldn't be helped. I pulled back a chair for
her and waited for her to sit down. This was the first time she had to
bare her ass to sit in front of anyone but me, and she froze. I said,
"Don't wrinkle your blouse, Carrie." She blushed, pulled the tail of the
blouse up, and sat. I scooted her in, then took a seat myself.
I quickly got to the point, to move her past her embarrassment. I said,
"Carrie, I told Philip you wanted to speak to him about the walk you
suggested last night. Would you fill him in on our plans, please?
Philip, please take a seat." I indicate the chair across the table from
Carrie. He thanked me and sat down.
She told him what we wanted to do, how we had planned to dress and
behave, and that our story would be that we were in love and living
together in this house, which is true. He raised his eyebrows and looked
at me when she said we would just be Bill and Carrie, not Master and
Slave. I just smiled at him. She added that we had discussed what we
should do if Beverly became suspicious and started asking direct
questions. She said that the Master intended to reply truthfully to any
questions, and that she would also like to do that, but wasn't sure it
was the best thing to do. She also told him that we would welcome his
company as well, and that we would not go at all if he disapproved of
the plan. He asked when we planned to go, and she said we were hoping to
do it today after lunch. She looked to me for confirmation of this, and
I agreed with her.
Philip said he thought that was a fine idea, and that he would be
pleased to go with us. He said he would like to call his wife and give
her some warning if that was Ok, and we said by all means. So we made a
date for 1:00 PM. While Philip was still present, I told Carrie that she
should go and pick out a nice conservative skirt and blouse and
comfortable shoes right after breakfast, and she said she would. We
thanked Philip, and began devouring breakfast.
After breakfast we went to the bedroom. I took off her blouse, then told
her to pick out some candidate outfits for this afternoon's visit, and
then she would model them for me. She took her time inspecting
everything. She still had a lot of blouses and skirts to choose from, so
it took her a while. Finally she had laid out four skirts, six blouses,
and two pair of low-heeled shoes. I told her the shoes were easy,
because I liked one pair and hated the other. She threw the ones I hated
to the back of the closet.
I had her put on the selected shoes, then pick one of the skirts. She
put it on, and then I told her to model the blouses she thought would go
with it. The first skirt had only one blouse she would want to wear with
it. She put it on and walked around the room for my inspection. After
seeing it from every angle, I said "No." She removed both and put them
back in the closet. The next skirt had two possible blouses. I said
"No." to the first one, and "Maybe" to the second. The rejected blouse
went back in the closet, the possible pair went to the other side of the
bed. This kept going until there were were two blouse-skirt
possibilities on the maybe side of the bed, and everything else was back
in the closet. I had her model each possible pair again, twice. Finally
I picked one, and the other one went back in the closet, but she kept
them together to indicate that I didn't hate them. She was standing
there wearing the winners, and I asked her how I did. She shrugged and
said, "Yeah, this was what I wanted to wear all along. Glad you figured
it out." I told her to take everything off and put it on hangers, then
put her house blouse and high heels back on, and take the selected
clothes and shoes to the outside transition area, ready to put on this
afternoon. Then come to the mural room.
I was waiting for her in the mural room. As I was putting on her bonds,
I said that I had told Philip that she knew about the weapons. She
couldn't speak now, but I knew she would have questions when we returned
here from downstairs. I led her down the stairs and into the training
room. I asked her if she wanted water or to use the toilet before we
started, she shook her head No. We went to the weight bench, she sat and
put on her shoes and socks while I attached the leash to her collar. I
took her to the elliptical, and said "Slave, tell your Master what the
Slave is going to do here today, now."
She replied, "Master, the Slave is going to do 5 minutes of warmup, then
dismount the elliptical trainer and do the stretching exercises the
Slave has been shown, then the Slave is going to remount the elliptical
trainer and exercise for 35 minutes during which the Slave will talk
continuously to the Master and implement any changes in pace the Master
commands, then the Slave will do 5 minutes of cool down, then dismount
the elliptical trainer and repeat the stretching exercises, Master."
I laughed. It was all one sentence, and she had said it in one breath,
and it was exactly right. She even picked up on the 5-minute increase in
exercise time from the previous day. "Slave, you make your Master
proud," I said. "Let's start." I attached her leash to the back of the
trainer as she mounted it. I went around to the front and sat on the
floor looking up at her. She could do the whole thing on autopilot, all
I had to do was listen to her. I timed her anyway, in case she got
carried away.
I called out at the 5-minute mark, and she stopped, climbed off, and did
the stretching exercises to perfection. Then she climbed on again and
started working her ass off, and began talking nonstop. Again she spent
some time on trivia, but sooner that yesterday she got to the serious
stuff.
She began with the progress she thought she was making in her grieving
process over her husband and son. She said she was remembering events
from their time together, and that it felt like she was being cleansed
of the pain as the memories flooded back. She said that was why she
blurted out the "I'm so horny I could honk" phrase yesterday afternoon,
it just popped into her mind and she said it before she even remembered
where it came from. She said that both happy and painful memories were
coming back - she gave me many examples of both - and each one was like
an opportunity to let go and say goodbye. I was so fascinated, I hated
to say anything. But she was getting winded, so I told her gently to
slow down a little. She nodded and continued talking.
She shifted gears and began talking about her memories of Philip and
Beverly from when she was a little girl. She told me how kind and loving
they were to her, and how safe she felt with them. She said she knew
that there were very unpleasant things that Philip had done in her
father's service (she referred to him as her "real" father, but it was
clear that as far as love- and caregiving were concerned, Philip was her
real father), but she always thought of Philip as someone who could do
no wrong. She said it was important to her that nothing happen this
afternoon to change Beverly's opinion of her. She accepted that it was
necessary to ("contaminate" was the word she use here) Philip's
opinions, because Philip was always in the house and it was up to the
Master to decide how the Slave would behave and dress in the house. I
again broke my own rule at this point, to reassure her that I would do
everything possible, perhaps even lie to Beverly if I had to, to protect
Beverly's memories of Carrie.
She finally got around to us. She said I had scared her yesterday at
fucking site 1. She said that at first it seemed I was turning on her,
and she couldn't understand why I would do that, and she was afraid I
was getting ready to dump her. Then she saw that my feeling of
inadequacy and my fear of sexual failure were behind it all, and she
knew she had to make it right, that she would not allow our relationship
to be destroyed by male sexual hang-ups. She said that there was no one
with more sexual hang-ups than her, and she had put them all behind her.
She knew that her Master could do the same, and she would not allow him
to fail in this regard. I said, "Ouch, but every point is valid, keep
going."
She said she was proud to endure the shocks of the training machine for
her Master last night. She wished they had left marks on her body, that
she could wear as testaments to her love for and commitment to her
Master. She said that the love, devotion, and attention her Master
showed her last night after she left the training machine, while
installing her in her bed, and during their love making, touched her to
the core of her being and would never be forgotten.
I hated to interrupt her, but I told her the 35 minutes were up, slow to
the cool down speed. She slowed down, but kept talking. She told me how
it felt this morning to bare her ass in Philip's presence. She said she
knew it was irrational, that her whole front, boobs to pussy, were out
there to see, but pulling the tail of her blouse up and baring her ass
with him present was the hardest thing she had ever done. Now she knew
she had to do it in public, in front of strangers, but preferably in
front of people who knew and respected her. I made a mental note that
this would always have the "but" attached to it, "but not in front of
Beverly."
Then she blew my mind. She said that maybe we could rent out Carnegie
Hall some day, and fill it with society people. The curtain would go up,
she would walk out on the stage, and everyone would recognize her as one
of elite among them, and they would applaud. She would bow, then pull up
a tight dress to bare her ass, and sit on a cold metal park bench. Then,
when she had warmed the park bench with her ass, she would stand up,
smooth her dress, walk to a cold marble slab, raise her dress and sit
again. When she had warmed the marble slab, she would stand and smooth
her dress again, then move to a block of ice, raise her dress, and sit
again. When the block of ice was all melted, her Master would come out
on the stage and announce that he was not one of them, and that he
despised them all. He would say it was he this woman had just suffered
and humiliated herself for. Then he would tear her clothes off,
revealing the body she kept in exquisite form for him alone. He would
whip her all over, bend her over the park bench, and fuck her until she
passed out. Everyone would applaud, then go home to resume their empty
lives, knowing that her life was filled with devotion to her Master. She
said she would die for the chance to do that for her Master.
I didn't hear anything she said after that. I don't know what I was
doing during the interval, but I was somewhere else. When I returned to
the here and now, she had been doing cool down for 9 minutes and was
still talking. I told her time was up, to get off and do her stretches.
While she was doing stretches, I asked her where the Carnegie hall
imagery came from, if it was something she had been thinking about. She
said No, it just came into her mind while she was talking, but it wasn't
an exaggeration of the extremes she would welcome the opportunity to go
to for her Master.
I said it was a scary prospect to me, that anyone would think of doing
something that public to show her submission to me. She said she wasn't
"anyone," and there was no limit to her submission to me, and she
welcomed any opportunity her Master would provide for her to show it. I
was really feeling a sense of dread now, and I said her Master was
ordering her not to do anything on her own to prove her submission to
me, that she was making me worry that she might accidentally harm
herself trying to prove something that I did not need proof of. I told
her that there was nothing more important to her Master than the
partnership that was being forged between the Master and the Slave. I
said that her enslavement and her submission and our love for one
another were the foundation of that partnership, and that they were
beyond question by the Master, and did not require demonstration by the
Slave. I asked her if that was clear to her, and she said that she had
not intended to scare or worry her Master, that she had no intention of
harming herself to prove a point to the Master, and she apologized for
getting carried away with her babbling. She had finished stretching, and
I thanked her for the reassurances and kissed her. But honestly, I was
worried.