We didn't speak any more for awhile. I just concentrated on giving her a

good old straight missionary fuck. She seemed to enjoy it, and laughed

happily when I came. "That was a good one, Master," she said, "we should

try the old standards more often." I asked her if she was ridiculing my

limited sexual experience, and she said No, she had really enjoyed it,

but couldn't resist giving me a jab anyway.

I told her I thought it was time we headed back, and said I would owe

her the other two thirds of the repeat performance. She said anything I

decided was right by her. I told her that, as I remembered it, the next

items on her agenda were naked slow dancing, dinner, conversation, more

naked slow dancing, then bed and more fucking. I said that we could

follow her agenda to the letter if she chose to, but I had an alternate

proposal for her consideration. She said she was open to anything her

Master wanted to do. I told her No, it was her schedule and this must be

her decision, but that I thought I might have an alternative she would

like better once she heard it.

I pointed out that this was Saturday, and Saturday night was

traditionally date night. I said that I was pretty sure that Bill would

like to ask Carrie out on a date tonight. At that point her eyes got

very big and her smile became an ear-to-ear grin, but she waited for me

to continue. I said that unfortunately, it would have to be an in-house

date, but that Bill was sure Carrie would like a nice dinner with wine,

followed by an evening of conversation and dancing. I said maybe, if

Bill didn't make too much of an ass of himself, he might even get lucky

and get Carrie in bed at the end of the evening. I asked her what she

thought.

She threw her arms around me and kissed me all over my face. She said,

"Oh, Master, that was exactly what I was thinking about when I put

dancing and conversation on the agenda, but I thought it was too much to

hope for another meeting so soon after the first one. I know for a fact

that Carrie would love to see Bill again. And I can almost guarantee

that Bill will score tonight. I have it on good authority that Carrie

has the hots for him."

"Then shouldn't we get home and get cleaned up? I have a feeling that

Bill will drop by soon after our shower. Or would you prefer a soak in

the tub?"

"Yes, Master, let's go. And tub it is."

I got dressed, then put her socks and shoes on her. She was so excited

she was hopping up and down. I told her to take her kit and the

sunblock, and I gathered up everything else. We walked back toward the

house side by side, bumping hips occasionally and laughing. Once, she

just couldn't contain herself any longer, she said "Oh boy, oh boy, what

a night this is going to be."

When we went inside, we both set everything down on the table. I took

off her walking shoes and socks, and put on her heels and her housewear.

I sent her to put her kit in its place, then to meet me in the bathroom.

I put the blanket in the laundry room to be washed, emptied out the

canteen, and took her harnesses and nipple clips to the mural room. When

I got to the bathroom, she was in the Waiting Pose and beaming at me.

The tub was filling with hot water. I pointed to the toilet, and she

nodded her head. I stripped her, and she sat down. I kneeled in front of

her, and we shared a long, tender kiss while she eliminated her waste.

When she was finished, I sent her to the bidet and sat down to take her

place. She finished at the bidet and came and knelt in front of me. I

told her she could go ahead and get into the tub if she wanted to. She

shook her head and said she would wait for me. When I finished with the

toilet and then the bidet, I went and stepped into the tub. She had got

it just right, hot but not too hot to sit in. I held out my hand, she

took it and climbed into the tub. We sat down facing each other, and she

immediately leaned over and kissed me. "I'm so in love with you," she

said.

"I'm in love with you, to," I told her. "I'm so proud of what you

accomplished today, what you are still accomplishing. I promise you I am

going to be the Master you deserve."

"You are already the Master I deserve," she said, smiling. "And I

deserve the best."

I told her to soap up the wash cloth and bathe me. At one point I stood

up and she got to her knees to get my ass, crotch, and legs. At one

point she moved her mouth toward my cock, and I thought he was going to

demand payment on the blowjob she had coming. But she just kissed the

head of my cock and continued soaping me. She finished and assumed the

waiting pose on her knees. I knelt in front of her and did her face and

upper torso. then I told her to stand, and did her ass, pussy area and

legs. I asked her if she wanted her hair washed and she did. So I had

her sit and duck her head under the water, then lathered the shampoo

into her hair. I then fired up the handheld spray handle and rinsed her

hair, then lathered and rinsed again. We both stood up, and I rinsed the

soap from her body as the tub drained. Then she rinsed me, and we got

out and toweled each other dry. We went to the bedroom and I dried her

hair with the blow dryer.

By the time her hair was dry, it was nearly 5:00 PM. I told her that

tonight she would fix her own hair any way she chose, she would put on

her own makeup, whatever she chose, and she would wear anything she

chose from the closet. Then I thought better, and told her that this was

a special night for her, so if she wished, she could choose to wear any

of her clothes that I had told her not to wear any more, from the pile

in the guest bedroom. No underwear though, I added. She smiled and

thanked me, but said she would limit herself to the clothes in our

closet. While we were talking I was getting dressed. I walked over to

her, gave her a long, tender kiss, and told her that her Master wouldn't

be around for awhile, and that he would see her after breakfast

tomorrow. I asked her if after breakfast would be too soon for her

Master to return, and she said that would be perfect. As I was leaving

she took my hand, and we locked eyes for a few moments. She had tears

pooled in her eyes. Finally I told her that someone she knew would be

waiting for her in the living room whenever she was ready. She kissed my

hand, then let go, and I left the room.

I opened a bottle of wine and got two glasses, prepared a small tray of

cheese and crackers, and took everything to the living room. Turning on

the radio, I found the station that seemed to play mostly danceable

music, then sat on the couch to wait.

It was about 10 minutes before she came into the room. She was

absolutely gorgeous. Her hair looked like it had been done by a

professional. She had put on makeup, but it was very subtle and it made

her look even more beautiful than usual, and I would have denied that as

a possibility. She was dressed impeccably, with only items from the

closet. It all matched perfectly and looked magnificent on that luscious

body. I stood, and she walked right up to me. I took her hand, kissed

it, and said "Hello, Carrie. I've looked forward to seeing you again."

She put an arm around my neck and kissed me on the lips. She said,

"Hello Bill, I think we have progressed beyond kissing hands." I told

her she was right, then embraced her and we shared a long, tender kiss.

I asked her to sit down and have some wine with me. I was curious to see

what she would do to sit down, if she would pull her skirt up without

thinking. She didn't, she just sat down normally. I poured two glasses

of wine, handed her one, and proposed a toast "to us." she echoed the

toast, and we had a sip.

Our conversation was a little awkward at first, because all we had

experienced since Bill and Carrie last parted was off limits for

discussion. Our first meeting had been structured around the visit to

Philip and Beverly, and there had been no awkward moments. I told her it

was Ok, we just had to establish a shared framework for Bill and Carrie,

and then everything would be fine. Finally we fell into some easy

patterns of discussion, about how each of us felt about the time we had

spent together yesterday, about our reactions to Philip and Beverly, and

about some likes and dislikes that we either shared or felt differently

about. We tacitly agreed to ignore our shared experiences as Master and

Slave, both at the organization and here, and we began to fill in the

blanks about each others lives before we first met. She told me many

things about her life growing up, and later with her husband and son,

that she had never mentioned before. I told her some of my experiences

during my childhood and my ski bum days.

Before we knew it, an hour had passed. I asked her what she would like

for dinner, and she said she hadn't thought about it, what was on the

menu? I said we should go and see, and we walked hand in hand into the

kitchen. We rummaged around in the refrigerator, freezer, and cupboards,

and agreed on our selections. Then we divided the tasks between us and

set to work, continuing our small-talk as we worked. At one point she

asked what happened to the wine, and I ran into the living room and

returned with the bottle and glasses.

In no time we had prepared dinner, and we carried everything to the

dining room. I pulled out her chair, then pushed it in after she sat. I

sat next to her, and before we started eating I took her hand and told

her how glad I was to be here with her tonight. A tear ran down her

cheek, and I caught it with my napkin. I told her this was a happy night

for both of us, and there would be no more tears. She said some tears

were from happiness and joy, and could not be prevented.

We began our meal, and continued making small-talk and sipping the wine

as we ate. When dinner was over, we bussed the dishes together, and I

opened another bottle of wine. We adjourned to the living room again,

and I asked her if I could have a dance. One dance turned into many, and

we danced for nearly two hours before we sat down again. I told her how

good it had felt to have her in my arms, and she stood up and sat in my

lap. "Hold me in your arms a little longer," she said. We started

kissing, and the kisses slowly became more passionate. After a few

minutes she asked me to take her to bed, and I readily agreed. We got

up, and I asked her if we should take the wine with us. She said sure,

and I put the bottle under my arm and took my glass. She went over and

turned off the radio, then came back and picked up her own glass. Hand

in hand, she led me to her bedroom.

We arrived in the bedroom and set down the glasses and bottle, then she

said, "Wait just a second, I'll be right back," and ran out of the room.

She came back in a few seconds with her survival kit, and put it against

the wall on her side of the bed. She smiled at me and said, "Where I go,

this goes." then she walked over to me in a very provocative way,

pressed her body against mine, and kissed me. I put my arms around her

and kissed her. She began undressing me slowly, and I let her do

whatever she wanted. When she had stripped me, kissing everything as it

was uncovered, I thought it would be my turn, but she pulled away.

"Wouldn't you rather see me strip for you?" she asked. I told her I

surely would, and I jumped on the bed on my back and watched.

I had never seen this side of her, either as Carrie or as my Slave. It

was cool. She obviously had never done anything like this before, and

there was no music, but she did a credible, and very sexy, job of

stripping. Since she had no underwear on, the show couldn't really be

drawn out much. But at the end I was really turned on by her

enthusiastic willingness to try and her inherent beauty and sexiness.

When she was naked she stood before me with her arms outstretched and

said, "Now what?"

"Come here, that's what," I said. She jumped into the bed and pressed

her body against mine with her head on my chest. I stroked her hair and

told her that she was beautiful, and that her hairdresser and makeup

artist deserved big, big tips. She laughed, and said she always looked

like this. I said that in that case I wanted to be beside her always.

She said we should take it one date at a time, and asked me what kind of

sex turned me on the most. She said what would make her the happiest was

what would make me the happiest. I told her that what mattered to me was

how I felt about the woman I was with, so in this case anything we did

together would be beautiful and wonderful.

She looked up into my eyes and asked me to make love to her. I kissed

her on the mouth and began letting my hand roam over her body. She

sighed when I caressed her breast, and she began to respond to my touch.

She put her hand behind my neck and pulled herself up on top of me. Then

she straddled my waist and sat up. She began rubbing her hands over my

chest while I caressed her breasts. Occasionally she would lean down and

kiss me on the lips, then sit up again. She reached behind her and felt

around until she found my cock. It was rock hard. "So soon?" she asked,

and smiled. "You're not anxious, are you? We want to make this last,

let's not hurry into things."

"I'm not in any hurry," I said, "We have all night." We kept teasing

each other for awhile. I started making brief forays to her pussy,

lingering a little longer there each time. She seemed to be getting more

excited, and I began playing with her labia, first tracing the outside

of them with my fingers, then moving to trace the inner lips. After a

minute of this type of stimulation, alternating with caresses of her

breast, I started making brief entries of her pussy with my fingers,

getting closer and closer to her clit. Finally a finger contacted her

erect clit, and she gave a small gasp. "So, you liked that?" I said.

She nodded her head, and whispered, "More of that." I made bolder and

bolder moves, until soon my fingers were in constant contact with her

clit, and making small, twitching moves. She raised her face to the

ceiling and groaned. I told her to scoot back and let me enter her with

my penis, and she did. As soon as my cock was buried in her, she lay

down on my chest, straightened her legs on top of mine, and she and I

were again in our familiar position. My head was raised by the pillow,

and it was easy for our mouths to meet in a long, hungry kiss. I began

moving slowly inside her. We stayed like that for some minutes, then she

asked me to go faster. I asked her if she was feeling it in her clit,

and she shook her head. I told her that if she would scoot down my cock

would also rub on her clit. She said she couldn't kiss me then. I told

her we would kiss as much as she liked after she came. That caught her

attention and she looked into my eyes.

I said, "I'm not very far from coming, Carrie, and it would please me

very much if you would cum at the same time. Will you do that for me,

Carrie?" She smiled and said I should just tell her when I needed to

cum, and she would be there with me. She immediately slid down like I

asked her to, and after a second she sighed and said she felt me in her

clit now. I tried to get under her chest and reach her nipples. When she

realized what I was doing, she raised up on her hands until I found her

nipples with my thumb and fingers. She lowered herself until she was

leaning on her elbows, and asked me if I could still manipulate her

nipples. "Like that?" I asked. She smiled and nodded her head. I asked

her if she could look into my eyes until we came together. She

immediately locked her eyes to mine and said that she loved me. "I love

you too, Carrie, it will only be a few seconds more." She nodded her

head.

After a few more seconds, I said, "It's starting, Carrie, I need you

there with me at the end, ready, ready, NOW." She came, and I came, and

I don't think I have ever felt happier in my life. I noticed that tears

were running down her cheeks onto my chest. "Tears of joy?" I asked. She

smiled and nodded. She lowered her torso to rest completely on my chest,

pinning my hands under her breasts. She reached up and cupped my face in

her hands, and told me she didn't know how to express her love for me,

it was so much more intense than anything she had ever experienced

before. She said she wanted to spend her lifetime trying to tell me and

show me how much she loved me.

I told her that it would please me very much if she would have orgasms

as often as she wanted to from now on. Smiling, she said she would

probably have a few more before we were finished. I asked her if she

would like to start now, and she said Yes. I rolled her over and slid

down until my face was at her pussy. I reached up and took her nipples

in my fingers, while tonguing her clit. As soon as I started she came,

then came again every few seconds. She said, "Oh, my God. You're getting

too good at that. You're becoming a threat to my mental health." I told

her I wasn't stopping, so she could just go ahead and freak out. Neither

of us spoke for awhile. I kept torturing her clit and manipulating her

nipples, and she had both hands on my head, twisting my hair through her

fingers. She just kept having orgasms every few seconds as long as I

stimulated her.

Finally she spoke, and asked me if I was hard. I said sure, waiting for

an invitation. She said to bring it on, a good butt fuck would be

relaxing after what I had been doing to her. I let her up, and she

rolled over and raised her ass for me. I immediately penetrated her

rectum and asked her how she wanted it, lying down or kneeling. She

asked me if I could do it on my back, with her on top, while playing

with her tits and pussy with my hands. To answer her, I put my arms

around her waist, stood up on the bed, and then did a controlled fall

backwards, pulling her with me. "Wheee," she said as we fell. When we

landed I was still in her. I stretched my left hand down and found her

clit with my fingers, then reached across her breasts with my right hand

and took her left nipple between my finger and thumb.

"Like this?" I asked.

"Exactly like that, Bill" she answered. "Now get busy, and I'll be up

here coming some more. And oh, by the way, I want you to cum, too."

After a few minutes she asked me if I could raise my knees and plant my

feet on the bed. When I did that she overlaid her thighs on mine, hooked

her knees over my knees, and made a subtle adjustment to her body. She

asked me if that felt better. It did feel like my cock and her ass hole

were better aligned now, things were going smoother. I told her that

helped, but asked her how she knew it would. All she said was, "I

visualized the geometry."

"Well visualize this," I said, and went to work on her clit and nipples,

while increasing my speed downstairs. She began coming almost

continuously. I told her she made me feel like the world's greatest

violinist, who after longing for it for many years, was now playing the

world's greatest violin.

"So you're the world's greatest violinist now, huh?"

"No, I'm just pretty good, with fantasies of being the world's best.

You, on the other hand, are the world's best. It is my great pleasure

and joy to be here with you."

"It would be my great pleasure to be with you any time you choose, Bill.

But I have another life, too, and I need it, and I could never give it

up totally. I'm sure that together we will find the correct balance of

my two lives."

"Our two lives, partner. We're together all the way."

"All the way, my love, my life, my Bill, my Master."

Several minutes later I came hard. I kept pumping her as long as I

could, and then said, "Sorry, Carrie, I got a flat and deflated." She

laughed, and said that was Ok, she had had a great ride, and had reached

her destination too many times to count.

We lay still for a while, then she got off of me, took my hand, and

pulled me off the bed. I asked her where we were going, and she said she

wanted more, and she knew where to get it. She took me to the bathroom

and started the shower. She was climbing in when I asked her if she

really wanted to get her beautiful hair wet. She said that if I only

loved her for her hair, she had some bad news: sometimes it was wet and

stringy. I laughed and said I bet it was still lovable then, too. We got

in the shower and she soaped me all over, spending a lot of time in all

the right places. Then I returned the favor. When we were both rinsed,

she adjusted the shower head to point almost straight down, then pushed

me against the wall under the shower. She knelt in front of me and went

to work on my cock. I never had an expertly delivered blowjob before,

while naked in a strong, warm rain. I recommend it highly, the mix of

sensations is very stimulating.

When she finished, and then later when I thought I could stand without

leaning against the wall or her, we got out of the shower. We dried each

other off, and I spent a lot of time drying her hair and combing it out

for her. I asked her if she wanted to do anything else to it. She said

No, let it take care of itself, she wasn't through with me yet. Both of

us naked, she led me back into the bedroom. While I waited, she filled

both wine glasses and brought them to me. I took one, then she took my

hand and led me out of the bedroom. It was 1:15 AM. She led me to the

living room and turned on the radio. Fortunately, our favorite station

was still playing dance music, and she asked me to dance with her. We

danced naked for at least an hour, pausing occasionally for a sip of

wine. It was romantic, not sexy, and there was a lot of kissing and

nuzzling, but no groping.

She said she would like to make this last all night, but she didn't

think she could stay awake that long, it had been a long, busy day. She

asked me if I would please take her back to the bedroom for a goodnight

fuck. I kissed her and said it would be my privilege. I turned off the

radio and led her by her hand to the bedroom. I embraced her and we

shared a long kiss standing by the bed. Then she crawled into bed on her

back and opened her arms for me. I crawled in beside her and began

kissing her the length of her body, dwelling on her face, breasts, and

pussy. After a minute she pulled me on top of her and we began a long,

slow, traditional fuck.

I wanted to make it last for me, but as I was kissing her face I told

her it would make me very happy if she would cum for me. She smiled and

said, "Like this?" I told her she was amazing, that I didn't think it

was possible to do what she made look so easy. She said she sometimes

thought she could do anything if she had the right reason, and that I

was her reason for everything she did. She asked me to tell her again as

I was coming, and she would join me. A few minutes later I felt it start

and told her. She said she didn't want to miss the right instant, so she

would just cum until I did, and she began a continuous orgasm that

lasted until about 5 seconds after I had mine.

We were nestled together like spoons, and I could tell she was only

moments away from sleep. I whispered that I loved her. She asked me if I

would be here when she awoke, and I said of course I would, a beautiful

woman like her should never wake up by herself. "Good night, Bill. I

love you," were her last words.

I woke up and knew immediately that it was daylight. Looking at the

clock I saw that it was almost 9:00. Late, but not bad considering the

previous late night. I had a raging urge to pee, so I crept out of bed

and went to the toilet. I hadn't been creepy enough though, for just as

I was finishing up I heard her calling, "Bill, Master, where are you,

don't leave me." I ran back into the bedroom and told her I hadn't left

her, I just had to go to the bathroom. The panicked look on her face

quickly faded to a smile, and she reached out for me. I jumped back in

bed and took her in my arms, and we slowly kissed for awhile. I told her

that, if she wanted to get even, she could leave me and go to the

bathroom herself. She said she did need to go, but someone had gotten

her accustomed to being watched while she used the toilet, and she would

be pleased if I would come with her and watch her.

She led me by the hand into the toilet. I acted like I didn't know what

she wanted me to do, and she positioned me in front of her as she sat.

She had me kneel, and said I could watch the stuff come out of her, or I

could kiss her, or I could grope her, whatever I wanted to do to her.

She warned me though that I shouldn't get my hand too near her crotch if

I wanted to stay dry. I said maybe we could kiss now, and grope a little

later. She smiled and leaned forward to me. I put a hand at the side of

each of her breasts, she took my head in her hands, and I kissed her

tenderly, while listening to her bodily processes. When she was finished

she held my hand as she went to the bidet, and asked me to steady her as

she squatted. When she was finished with that, she handed me a towel and

asked me to dry her. She said she hoped I didn't mind, that she was used

to having things done for her. "I understand, you've led a life of

privilege," I said.

She smiled. "Something like that, only I would say it a little

differently: This last week has been a privilege." When I had dried her,

she led me by the hand back into the bedroom. In the center of the room

she turned to face me, then gracefully lay down on her back on the

floor, spread her legs, and held both of her arms up to me. I acted like

I was going to fall on top of her, but then stopped myself on my

straightened arms, in the pushup position. She laughed and said I had

her worried for a second. Holding the pushup pose, I leaned my head down

and kissed her tenderly on the lips. As we kissed I slipped my cock into

her pussy, and slowly lowered my body onto hers. Still supporting my own

weight, and still kissing her, I began long, slow strokes. She moaned

and started moving her hips in time to my thrusts. Soon we were moving

faster, and she was breathing rapidly and moaning into my lips. I

flipped us over so that she was on top, and told her I wanted to sit up.

She swung her legs around and wound up with them behind me as I came to

a sitting position. I asked her if that hurt, and she said No, it was

going the other way that hurt. I told her to lock her legs behind me, we

were going to stand up. "Going outside for a walk, are we?" she asked.

"Not that far," I told her. I wrapped my arms around her and stood up in

one motion. I walked over to a dresser table that was the right height,

and set her down on it. I slid her to the edge of the table, had her

lean back to touch the wall, and continued fucking her as I leaned over

and kissed her some more. I moved my hands up and started stimulating

her nipples, and angled my cock as much as possible to make contact with

her clit. I was pumping very hard and fast now, and she was again

moaning into my lips. I felt it starting to build, and broke the kiss

long enough to tell her to start coming. Of course she began

immediately, and continued for the long seconds it took me to reach

orgasm, and then until I stopped pumping into her. I remained still

inside her for a few seconds, still kissing her, and then she came again

for me. I broke the kiss and pulled my head back a little and looked at

her. We both smiled, then we both grinned, then we both laughed.

"What was the degree of difficulty for that routine?" she asked.

"I don't know, but I probably didn't score too well on style."

"That's Ok," she said, "the strength and the technique were there,

that's what I noticed."

"How about breakfast?" I asked. She pouted a little, and said that she

was starving, but that breakfast would be the end of this. I said, "Just

until the next time. Surely you believe me now when I say there will be

regular meetings between us. I sense that you're a little conflicted

about whether you want Bill to be a diversion from Master, or for Master

to be a diversion from Bill."

"Oh, no," she said, "I'm not conflicted about that at all. My life is

with my Master, and always will be. My conflict, if it should be called

a conflict, is that I want to be sure that, from time to time, I can

have Bill back. And every time he leaves, there is no certainty when he

will return. But a Slave's life is not certain, it is lived at the whim

of its Master, and that is the way it is supposed to be. I wouldn't have

it any other way, but sometimes it's hard for the Slave to accept. I

have been with my Master less than a week. Given time, the Slave will

learn to live its life as the Master chooses, without wondering what

could have been."

She paused, looked at me, and smiled. She said, "But these things can be

discussed at another time. Or not, as my Master chooses. For now, I

would be pleased to have breakfast with Bill before we say goodbye

again."

I said we should get dressed and go fix breakfast. She blushed, and said

that she was proud of her body and proud for Bill to be able to see it

if he wanted to. She said that Bill could get dressed if he wished, but

she would like very much to remain naked in his sight during breakfast.

I told her that was a fine idea, we would both remain naked.