In the mural room, we began our familiar transition. I attached her

bonds and fastened her wrists together behind her back, then led her

down the stairs. Once in the room, we went directly to the weight bench.

I attached the leash to her collar, then unfastened her wrists and

commanded her to put on her socks and shoes.

When she had the shoes on, she started to position herself on the bench.

I tugged on the leash, and she jumped up and followed me. Guiding her

over to the elliptical trainer, I said, "5 minute warmup, then

stretching exercises, get to it." She looked slightly puzzled, but got

on and started her warmup. I attached her leash to the machine, then

went to get myself a glass of chilled water. I leaned against the

counter in the Master's area and watched her work. When her 5 minutes

were up, I told her to start stretching. She immediately stopped,

dismounted, and went into her stretches. She was doing everything

exactly as she had been shown.

She finished her stretches and immediately assumed the Waiting Pose. I

walked back to her, unfastened her leash, and gave her a tug. She

followed me back to the weight bench. I told her to tell me what she was

going to do, which exercises, and what weight for each one. She said

everything correctly, then I told her that she would do each exercise in

three sets, with ten repetitions per set. She would wait 30 to 45

seconds between each set. I asked her if she had any questions and she

said she didn't. I attached her leash to the back of the bench, told her

to begin, then began slowly walking around the bench, watching

everything she did. She was doing the first exercise exactly as I showed

her, slow movements, good form, correct breathing. I had no comments to

make during her whole program.

I unfastened the leash and gave her another tug, and she jumped to her

feet and began moving. I led her to the elliptical machine again, and

said "5 minute cool down, then stretches, now." I reattached her to the

machine, and I didn't even bother looking at what she was doing. I

wandered around the room looking for construction details I might have

missed before. I was at the far end when the 5 minutes were up, and I

yelled "Stretch.". With my back to her, I saw her dismount in the mirror

and begin stretching. I kept roaming around, and made her wait about

three minutes in the Waiting Pose after she finished her stretches. As I

was strolling back to her, I said "shoes and socks off, now." By now she

was sure something was going on. I knew she wanted to ask me why I was

being so brusque, but she couldn't speak without being commanded.

When I reached her, I attached her wrists behind her back, and took off

her leash. I said, "Get to the bars, Slave." She moved quickly to the

bars and got into position to be attached. I walked over to her and

attached her belt to the bar. Then I nudged her legs farther apart with

my foot, and attached her ankles to the floor attach points. Freeing her

wrists, I pulled her hands out in front of her and down to the other

bar, where I attached them. She was in the position she now knew so

well, bent over and ready to get butt fucked. Without being told she had

raised her head to the vertical and was looking at her own face in the

mirror. I stood behind her and ran my fingers over her ass and the backs

of her thighs. She moaned. I said, "Slave, if you want the flog, ask for

it. Now."

She answered, "Master, this Slave begs to be flogged on its ass and the

backs of its thighs before the Slave is butt fucked, Master."

I picked up the flog, stepped off to one side of her ass, and said

"Brace yourself, Slave, your plea will now be granted." I began flogging

her. I gave her a more severe flogging than she was used to, but still

much milder than the worst she had experienced. When I stopped, her ass

and thighs were not just rosy, they were red. Tears were streaming down

her face. When she saw me looking at her face, she mouthed, "Thank you."

I immediately lubed up my stiff cock and plunged it into her ass. She

made a sound like some kind of animal growl, then she had a crashing

orgasm that seemed to take all the strength from her body. Her head

dropped so fast I was afraid she would get whiplash. I'm pretty sure she

remained conscious, but she was unaware for a few seconds. Then she

raised her head back up to near vertical and held it there looking at

her face as she was supposed to. I resolved that I would try my best to

make this last for her. I avoided looking at her anymore, although I

couldn't avoid feeling the shudders running through her body as she had

frequent orgasms. I lost track of exactly when I started, but I'm sure I

gave her at least 15 minutes' worth. When I became aware of her voice,

she was begging me to come inside her ass. I ignored that she was

breaking the rules by speaking without being commanded to speak. I let

myself know that it was time, and had my own shattering orgasm.

When I stopped moving, I became aware that her body was quivering.

Either she was shaking, or she was having a continuous, gentle orgasm. I

didn't know which. I pulled out and wiped both of us off, then released

her ankles and waist. Then I quickly walked around and released her

wrists. She straightened up and stood, waiting. I think she expected me

to take her in my arms, but I didn't. Without touching her, I made her

turn around and walk away from the bars a few paces. She automatically

went into the Waiting Pose. Then I walked around the bars and stood face

to face with her. Tears were pooled in her eyes. After a moments

silence, I said, "Informal speech, Slave, do you have anything to say to

your Master?"

She fell to her knees and began crying. Through her tears, she said,

"Please, Master, tell your Slave what it has done to anger its Master."

I told her to assume the Learning Pose, which she immediately snapped

into. I stood looking down at her for a minute, then I sat down in front

of her with my legs crossed. I put both hands out, and she quickly put

her hands in mine. She slowly raised her head to lock her eyes with

mine. I said, "I will answer the Slave's question, but first the Slave

must explain what her Master has done to make the Slave believe he is

angry."

She said I treated her harshly during her weight exercises, commanding

her with cold, one word commands, and I yanked on her leash several

times. Then she said the Master flogged her much harder than the normal

flogging she received at the bars. She said her ass and thighs were

still on fire from the flogging she had received.

I told her we would discuss the flogging first. I asked her if it was

not true that the Slave had asked to be flogged, both when we were

making up today's schedule, and then right before the flogging began.

She said that was true. I asked her if the Slave had specified how hard

she wanted to be flogged. She said she had not. I asked her if the Slave

had any right to judge that the Master had flogged her too hard, when

she had left the strength of the flogging for the Master to decide. She

said that she did not. I asked her if there was anything else we needed

to discuss concerning her flogging. She said no, there was nothing else.

I asked her what the Slave's problem was with the flogging she had

received, and she said her problem was that she had formed expectations

about what her Master would do, and that a Slave has no right to make

such assumptions. I asked her if the Slave wished her Master to give her

another flogging right now, and that this time she could specify how

hard she wished to be flogged. She said, "No, Master, please no."

I smiled at her and said, "Very good, Slave, you have provided all the

right answers to your Master's questions concerning the flogging. Now we

will discuss my harsh treatment of the Slave during her weight

exercises. When the Master tugged on the Slave's leash, was the Slave

harmed in any way?" She said No, she was not harmed. "When the Master

gave the Slave one-word commands, was the Slave unable to understand

what the Master was commanding, or did the Slave think the Master was

trying to confuse her into making mistakes?" Her answer was that she

understood each command and was not confused. "Was the Slave performing

the exercises so poorly that the Master became upset with the frequent

errors the Slave was making?" She said No, she had not required

correction at any time during the exercises. I said, "Then again, the

problem here seems to be that the Master did not meet the Slave's

expectations. Is that what it comes down to?" She swallowed hard, and

said Yes. I said that, based on her previous answers when discussing the

flogging, she would probably agree that the Slave had no right to make

assumptions or form expectations concerning the Master's behavior. She

said she would agree.

I asked her if she still thought the Master's treatment of the Slave

resulted from the Master being angry with the Slave. She said she didn't

know, that was why she asked. I asked her why she assumed that the

Master was angry. She had finally had enough, and took a big risk.

"Master, what happened to our partnership, the partnership based upon

our love, my obedience to your will, and my understanding that I am your

property? I do love you Master, you must know that. I'm not perfect, but

I always try my utmost to be docile and obedient to your every wish, not

just your every command. Do you have any idea how difficult it is for me

to act docile without a whip hanging over my head, Master? Let me tell

you, these few days since your return to me have been hard, but I'm

learning, and I always try hard, Master, and I will learn to be docile

and obedient for you, of my own free will and because of my love for

you. And finally, I will acknowledge to anyone, anywhere, any time, that

you own me, body, mind, and soul. So where is our partnership, Master,

where is your love?"

"Excellent, Carrie. I didn't know how this would turn out, but I was

hoping for you to fight back eventually. I had to test you, and I'll

tell you why. I've told you that I would never cause you pain for no

reason, and never when you asked for it. Since I said that, I have

flogged you twice, both times for no reason, you had done nothing wrong,

and both times because you asked me to. I either have to know that I can

trust your judgment when you ask for pain, or I have to refuse your

requests.

What I just put you through was done for me to find out several things.

First, will treating you harshly result in you seeking more harsh

treatment, or will you instead complain to me that I am being

unreasonable, because you have done nothing to deserve brutal treatment?

Second, will giving you pain when you ask for it result in you asking

for even more pain, or does it satisfy whatever need drove you to make

the request? The last thing in the world I would do to you is turn you

into someone who lives only for pain and abuse, I would die before I let

that happen. There are men who want that kind of Slave. What I want is

our partnership. And one of the foundations of that partnership, in

addition to the ones you stated, is Trust. I trust you, Carrie, because

you have proven that you are worthy of trust. I hope you can understand

my reason, that the question was too important not to find the answer."

She sat silent for a long few moments. Finally she said, "Master, you're

so full of shit. I thought you trusted me already, I know I trusted you.

No, ignore that last statement, I was trying to get back at you by

innuendo, and I won't do that to the man I love. I still trust you, but

I don't want to be tested any more. Life will be a big enough test for

both of us, without making up arbitrary tests to give each other. As for

me asking to be flogged, I already told you, Master, I have a powerful

drive to do things to demonstrate my love for you. So it's simple,

really. If I ask for punishment occasionally, let your Slave have her

punishment. If I ask too often, say No. You know, Master, if I was

really trying to get you to punish me, I wouldn't be trying so hard to

be the perfect Slave for you, instead I would be screwing up all the

time so you would punish me. The talks we have, like this one, which

were entirely your idea, will in time give each of us the confidence to

trust the other in all things. I pledge that I will never knowingly

create any situation between us for the purpose of evaluating how you

react to it. I have no right to demand or even ask anything from you, so

I beg you, please, Master, make the same pledge to me that I'm making to

you."

Her words had cut me deep, and I deserved it. "With all my heart,

Carrie, I do pledge that to you. No more deceit, whether I think it's

for a good reason or not. There is no good reason to manipulate the

woman I love as I just did. From now on, I promise that I will stop

planning how to be your Master, and just be the best, most loving Master

I can possibly be for you. And finally, I apologize for testing you, who

have never given me a second's doubt of your love and devotion to me."

She slowly cracked a sly grin. "So, Master, why did you let me make up

today's schedule, then fuck it up so badly? We must be an hour behind by

now, can we please get on with it?" She couldn't get the whole sentence

out without smiling, and by the time she finished we were both laughing.

Without letting go of her hands, I stood and then pulled her up with me

and we shared a long, tender kiss. I said, "As I remember, the next item

was to continue checking out the fetish gear, while you wore what I

believe is going to become my favorite outfit. Shall we proceed?"

She threw her arms around my neck and gave me another kiss. When we

finally broke, she led me to where she had stood during our earlier

examinations. "Get me my harness, Master, and I'll get you hot."

I got her harness from the drawer and put it on her. Then I got the

nipple clips and a couple of weights, heavier that the bells I put on

her yesterday. Returning to her with the items, I told her that I was

going to tighten the clips more than I did yesterday, because I would

put heavier weights on her, and that after a while she might find the

clips to be mildly painful. I grinned at her and said, "and this is not

another test." She smiled, but remained silent. I told her that if the

pain got worse than she wanted to put up with, all she had to do was say

so.

She said she thought there was a companion harness somewhere that would

fit her like a pair of panties. She said that was one of the few things

she tried on by herself, and she thought it might make a nice leather

frame around her pussy. I ran back to the drawer and started looking for

it, as she laughed softly. Soon I came up with it, waiving it at her as

I returned with the prize. I asked her how the clamps felt so far. She

said heavy, but no pain yet.

The crotch harness was three separate leather components. The first was

a belt, which I fastened around her waist, right below her bondage belt.

Then to the belt I attached the straps that went across the front of her

legs and were riveted together under her crotch, between her pussy and

her anus. The straps quickly separated again as they exited behind her

legs. They followed the crease where her cheeks met her legs, wrapping

around her legs and then climbing back up to the belt. Then there was a

separate, wider belt that attached to the first belt at the midpoint

under her crotch with a snap, then ran up the crack of her ass to the

belt. Tacky? Yes, but stunning. The pussy was completely accessible and

framed in leather, and each cheek of her ass was also framed by the

leather straps. And if you needed access to the asshole, all you had to

do was remove the belt running up between her cheeks.

When she was completely harnessed, I had her walk down the room away

from me, then turn and walk back. I'm pretty sure I was drooling by the

time she reached me. I wanted to attack her, but I was going to resist

as long as I could. I had her walk toward, then away from the nearest

mirrored wall, at a slight angle to the wall. She could see her front

view as she walked toward the wall, and could also see her rear view

reflected off the rear wall. After she did it a few times, she turned to

me with a big smile. "It's pretty impressive, isn't it?" she said.

I said, "It's just some leather straps and buckles. It's you that's

impressive." She thanked me and offered a kiss, which I hungrily

returned. I had to raise my hands in the air, as if surrendering, to

keep from pawing her, which made her laugh while I was still trying to

kiss her. I told her I wanted her to stand there while I quickly

rummaged through the rest of the fetish stuff, because I was anxious to

move on to the next item on her agenda, "leisurely fuck on the floor." I

told her to keep her breasts swaying a little, to keep the weights

swinging back and forth. After a minute of that, I asked her if she was

feeling any pain. She said she felt a little pain, but mostly she was

getting incredibly turned on from the sensations in her nipples. I said

that was great, that's what I was hoping would happen. I told her the

bells we used yesterday weren't heavy enough to turn her on, unless the

tinkly sounds they made could do it. She said No, she didn't get hot for

bells.

I didn't find anything else that caught my interest, although there was

some stuff we could revisit if we ever got bored. I couldn't imagine

ever getting bored with that body, so I told her we should just leave

the rest of this stuff in the drawer for now. I said "now, about that

next item on the agenda..."

She said that before the ravaging began, she wanted to ask how I felt

about vibrators. I asked her if she wanted to try a vibrator, and she

said she had always been curious, but had never experienced it. I said

that in her case, since she comes so easily and so frequently, I would

fear that a vibrator would exhaust her in a matter of minutes, since

they can be so intense. I reminded her that she came while I was

undressing her last night. She said, "Master, I've come many times just

because you looked at me."

I said that some day I would like to find out if she could learn to

control her orgasms under my direction, but for now I had wanted her to

explore the limits of her capabilities without interference by me. She

said she had been doing that already, that essentially she could cum now

any time she willed it, within a few seconds or better. She added that

after her efforts at Philip's and Beverly's house yesterday, she

believed she could also prevent herself from having orgasms most of the

time if not all the time. So maybe she was ready to try letting me

control her.

I told her I wanted her to be clear about what I was saying. I said that

at most times, I wanted her to be able to experience pleasure whenever

she chose. But at certain times, and for limited amounts of time -

perhaps a matter of 8 hours at a stretch - I would like to be able to

exercise total control over her orgasms. Basically, during those

intervals, I would expect her to cum every time I commanded it, and at

no other times. That control would have to be effective under any degree

of stimulation, from none at all to extremely intense. And to be

specific, extremely intense means with vibrators on both nipples and in

both her pussy and her ass. I pointed out that there are also vibrators

that attach directly to the clit, which I would also plan to test her

with, although I hadn't seen any of those among her equipment. If she

agreed to attempt this level of submission to my will, we would slowly

work up to more and more difficult scenarios, but she would know that

she would be punished every time she came without permission, and every

time she failed to cum on command, while a test was under way.

She swallowed hard, and said she had no idea I was talking about

anything like that. She wasn't sure she wanted to go down that road, she

might reach a point where she couldn't do any better, but she wasn't

meeting my requirements. I told her if she agreed to try, we would only

go as far as she agreed to go. But at each increment of difficulty, once

she had agreed to attempt that level, she would continue her efforts to

comply with my requirements until she succeeded or until I was satisfied

that she couldn't do it. I said that the requirements she would have to

satisfy for each level would be specified to her satisfaction before she

agreed to make the attempt. But, once she began her attempt, any

failures would result in punishment while she was in a test period.

I told her she didn't have to make a decision now, or ever for that

matter. Her Master would understand if she had no interest in this path,

and there would be no recriminations. I told her that our love for each

other was always assumed, and was never to be doubted, whether or not

she wanted to attempt this degree of submission. Finally, I said I would

never bring up this subject again until she told me she wanted to try,

if that ever happened. But until that time, I would try to answer any

questions she asked about it.

I said that she could experiment with vibrators starting right now, if

she wished, to give her a better idea how intense they can be. She said

she would like that. I asked her if she would continue wearing her

harnesses, since they were really turning me on, but I would take off

the nipple clamps. She said of course she would leave the harnesses on

for me, but asked if I would let her keep the clamps on for her

pleasure, unless they started getting in the way. I said I know her

agenda specified sex on the floor, but would she prefer to do it on the

couch. She said the floor offered more room to thrash around, let's stay

on the floor. I went to the dildo drawer and got some vibrators. Two

were your basic penis shape, the other was very small and was designed

to be attached to some other piece of equipment, such as her nipple

clamps. I tested each to make sure it had good batteries, then returned

to her.

As soon as I walked up to her, I took the weight off of one of her

nipple clamps, and attached the vibrator in its place. The vibrator was

a little heavier, and she winced. I made sure it wasn't so heavy that it

was pulling the clamp off of her nipple, and it didn't seemed to be

doing that. I turned it on.

Her eyes opened very wide, and she smiled. She stood there for about

thirty seconds, swaying to make the vibrator and the weight on her other

nipple swing back and forth. Then she threw her head back and came hard.

I let her enjoy her orgasm, then asked her if she wanted the vibrator

removed. She looked at me, but didn't answer. Then she said "Oh, my

God!" and came again, harder than before. I turned on one of the other

vibrators and slowly pushed it into her pussy. She reached out and

grabbed my shoulder with one hand, and whispered that she couldn't stand

up any more. I helped her lie down, then I unclipped the nipple vibrator

from the end of the chain, and reattached it directly to the end of the

nipple clamp. Since there was no more weight tugging on the clamp, I

tightened it around her nipple, to transfer more of the vibrator energy

into the nipple. I removed the weight from the other nipple clamp, then

began concentrating on her pussy. The vibrator I was using there had

gentle ribbing along its length, so I started slowly moving it in and

out. I would occasionally tilt it in her pussy so that it came very near

or made contact with her clit. Each time that happened her whole body

would spasm. At that time she seemed to be suppressing her orgasms, so I

didn't know what the spasms were all about. I asked her if she wanted to

stop, and she said "God, no, don't stop, please don't stop." With my

free hand I tightened the nipple clamp I had removed the weight from,

until her nipple was a bulging sphere floating above the clamp. I then

grabbed the third vibrator, turned it on, and pressed it directly

against her nipple. She turned her head to look at me and said, "Jesus,

you're going to drive me crazy." I asked her if she was suppressing her

orgasms, and she nodded her head yes. I asked her if she wanted to see

how long she could do it, and she said, "or until you kill me?" I

laughed, and she gave me a weak smile. She said, "just let me

concentrate, all right?" I said I would after one more question, did she

want me to move the dildo vibrator I was using on her nipple, and put it

up her ass? She said, "not yet, I'll tell you when," and then she tuned

me out and went somewhere else.

She was laying there on her back, breathing in short gasps her arms were

lying at her sides, but sometimes her hands would start to move, then

flop down on the floor again. Then she seemed to come back from wherever

she had gone. She knew I was there next to her, her hand started feeling

its way along the floor until it contacted my leg, then she reached up

and got a grip on my leg and squeezed. She started talking very fast, I

couldn't understand what she was saying at first. Then, still fast but

also very clearly, she said, "Master only you could do this to me.

Master, it's only for you. My body will never be for anyone but you as

long as it lives. You can do anything you want to me. I'm yours

forever." She was quiet for a few seconds, then she bent her legs at the

knees and spread her feet apart. She turned her head and looked at my

face, and said, "Master, please put the other vibrator in my ass, then

count to 15 slowly, and then I will come for you."

I said, "I will count to 30 slowly, and then you will come for me."

She smiled and said, "Yes, Master, I'll do my best." I unsnapped the

center strap of her crotch harness so I could access her asshole, then

pressed the dildo to her ass, and gently worked it in. When it was in

all the way I began counting. By the time I was at 20, she was squinting

her eyes tightly shut. At 25 she began grunting and breathing in shallow

gasps. I hit 30, and I assumed she would explode. She didn't, and I kept

counting. When I got to 45, she screamed and had the biggest orgasm I've

ever seen her experience. He whole body was spasming on the floor. I

thought she might go bouncing away she was jerking so hard. After about

10 seconds of that she lay still, but I could see she was still having

orgasms. Finally she looked at me again, and asked me to please turn

them off. I immediately turned them off, then removed the nipple clamps.

But I left the vibrators in her pussy and ass. I laid down on the floor

beside her and held her in my arms. I told her we would just stay like

this until she was ready.

After a few minutes of lying there with her eyes closed and her arms

around me, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. She said, "Master, I

didn't mean to leave you out of the fun, please fuck me now." I asked

her if she wasn't too tired, and she said she was never too tired to be

fucked by the man she loved. But she was obviously exhausted, and I had

a feeling we were way behind on her schedule. I told her she was too

tired, and besides it would be good for her Master to be deprived for

awhile, he would get his chance when we were outside this afternoon. She

smiled again, and said that whatever Master wished is what we would do.

I asked her if she felt rested enough to go upstairs and have a shower.

She nodded that she did.

I removed the dildos, then helped her up and fastened her hands behind

her back. Before I could say "formal speech," she asked if I wanted to

remove the harnesses. I said, "you mean your outside wear for today?"

and she gave me a wicked grin. I grabbed the nipple clamps and weights,

then took her to the door and upstairs.