We agreed on a breakfast, and I had her standing by me while I made it.

We both had to be careful while I was frying the bacon. Grease spatters

take on a new meaning when you're naked. But everything went well, and

soon we had two plates of bacon, eggs, and hash browns, along with

juice, coffee, and toast. Not healthy, but tasty. We took everything to

the dining room. As I held her chair, she hesitated briefly, probably

thinking about the rule forbidding her to sit while naked. Then she

realized she was still with Bill, and there were no rules. She sat and I

pushed in her chair.

We chatted about this and that during the meal, occasionally hand

feeding each other bits of bacon or toast. Then, all at once, it became

obvious to both of us that breakfast was finished. There was nothing

left to eat, nothing left to drink, only time enough to say goodbye. We

held hands, leaned toward each other, and held a long, tender kiss. When

we broke the kiss, I smiled at her and said, "Time to clear the table

and clean up the kitchen, I guess."

"Yes, Master," she said, returning my smile. I told her to get started,

and I went to get her heels and housewear.

After getting dressed, I first returned her survival kit to the location

she had chosen for it during the day, then met her in the kitchen. I had

her get into her heels and housewear, then helped her finish cleaning

up. Our adventures in eating yesterday and this morning had generated

enough dirty dishes to fill her dishwasher to capacity. after we juggled

stuff around, everything fit, and we started it up. Then I took her in

my arms and gave her a long, tender kiss.

I asked her if she would like to wear her butt plug for me today, and

she said she would be pleased to wear it. I told her we should make a

trip to the basement to give her an enema first. She said she would be

pleased to go downstairs, but if Master preferred, there was an enema

bag in our bathroom that could be used instead. I told her that now I

knew she had planned for everything, and off we went to the bathroom.

She showed me the enema gear, stowed away in a drawer. I told her to

prepare a warm soapy enema, then we would follow it with a clear water

rinse. As she was getting it ready, I asked her if she enjoyed her time

with Bill. She talked to me as if I was unaware of anything that

happened, explaining the awkward silences, and how they were both

surprised by that at first. But then they realized that their first

meeting had more of a purpose and a structure, and they weren't left to

create their own structure. She added that the need to avoid talking

about her Slave life with Bill was the real reason that it was awkward.

I told her that maybe she shouldn't try to avoid talking to Bill about

her Slave life, that maybe she could talk about aspects of her Slave

life with Bill that she would hesitate to talk about with her Master.

She asked me for an example, and I said I couldn't give her a good

example right now, but I would think about it and we would talk about

this again. I told her that in the meantime she should think about why

she felt she could talk freely to her Master about Bill, but not to Bill

about her Master, since she clearly loved both of them.

Then she had the enema ready, so I had her position herself as if she

was going to sit on the toilet, and then instead kneel down and touch

her forehead to the floor. She automatically crossed her wrists behind

her back when she did that. Her back was perfectly straight, and a

significant part of her torso weight rested on her forehead, a perfect

Pose. I inserted the tube, patted her on the ass, and started the flow.

There was no hook for the bag, so I stood and held it while it drained.

When the bag was empty, I warned her and then removed the tube. I told

her that I wanted her to hold her Pose for a few minutes, and that she

should tell me if she felt any cramping. I put the enema bag, hose, and

tube in the basin, and washed off the tube under hot water. I went and

sat down on the toilet, and caressed her ass and thighs while we waited.

After nearly five minutes, she said she was starting to feel some cramps

in her belly. I moved out of the way, and had her stand and then sit. I

told her to continue holding the enema until she was told to release it.

I noticed there was some perspiration on her upper lip, and I kissed it

away.

I knelt down in front of her and gripped her thighs lightly with my

hands. She leaned forward to kiss me, I met her half way, and we shared

a long, tender kiss. When the kiss was over, I told her that, other than

asking her to suppress her orgasms yesterday, I had not been very

controlling since yesterday morning, and that I thought she would

appreciate some increased control. She nodded her head and thanked me. I

asked her if she was still having cramps, and she said they were pretty

severe now. I didn't say anything, but I caressed her breasts for a few

minutes.

Now I could see her wincing, although she was trying not to show the

pain. I told her to release the enema, which she did immediately. When

she had expelled everything, I told her to keep trying gently to get

more out for the next few minutes, then she could have a cool, clear

water enema to remove any leftover soap. I had taken hold of her thighs

again, and was looking steadily at her face and her eyes. She was

meeting my gaze and smiling at me, and neither of us felt we needed to

speak. I thought that, other than the fact that she was sitting naked on

the commode trying to get the last of a soapy enema out of her ass, and

I was kneeling fully clothed in front of her, this was a magic moment.

After a few minutes, I took some toilet paper and lightly wiped her ass.

then I told her to rinse out the enema bag and tube thoroughly, then

fill the bag with cool, clear water. I cautioned her that it should just

be cool to her touch, not cold. We repeated the whole process again,

only this time I wasn't concerned with cramps. But I did make her wait a

full five minutes, both on the floor and on the toilet. This time she

was shivering slightly by the time she was allowed to expel the enema. I

told her that meant she had used water that was a little too cool, and

she should remember that for the next time.

I put her housewear back on her, and took her to the bedroom. I pointed

out that I had relocated her kit back where she wanted it stored during

the day, and she thanked me. I said no thanks were required, I just

wanted her to know where it was at all times. She smiled at me. I sat

her down at her dresser and brushed her hair until it looked as good as

I could make it, but it was not as pretty as she had made it yesterday

afternoon. I took her back in the bathroom and had her lean over with

her hands on the tub. Lubing up the butt plug, I gently inserted it in

her ass and positioned the fingers to line up in the crack of her ass. I

wiped off the excess lubricant from around her ass hole, and had her

stand up and walk back into the bedroom. I asked her how it felt, and

she smiled and said it was wonderful. I told her to tell me if she felt

the fingers irritating her again.

I told her to assume the learning position, which she immediately did.

Following our usual approach to talks, I sat in front of her and offered

her my open hands. She immediately placed her hands in mine, and looked

at me with curiosity, but with a smile. I told her I wanted to have

another talk about the training program I had asked her to agree to, to

learn control over her orgasms. I told her that I remember telling her

that I would not bring it up again, but it needed to be discussed one

last time. She said that she would agree to participate, and was curious

when the first testing session would occur. I told her she should have

let me finish, that there would be no training, no testing sessions, no

punishment for having or not having orgasms, not now, not ever. She

looked surprised, but kept silent. I think she was afraid I was somehow

angry with her over some aspect of this orgasm control issue.

I told her I was in awe the control she had shown yesterday. The feeling

of power she had given me - even though I was fully aware the power was

in her, not in me - was a gift that I felt wholly unworthy of receiving.

And the fact that she had to explain to me why I should not interfere

with her attempt to be the best Slave she could be for her Master, that

had made me realize what an unworthy Master I truly have been. She

interrupted, and said, "Oh no, Master, you are wrong." I put my finger

to her lips. I told her that I was not wrong, and she knew as well as I

that I had been making poor decisions. She wouldn't remain silent, she

interrupted again and said, "A few bad decisions, and many, many good

decisions. Master, we've only been doing this a week, don't beat

yourself up." I silenced her again. I told her I wasn't beating myself

up, and thanked her for agreeing with me that I had made mistakes. I

said that the message I wanted her to get is that she deserves a better

Master, and since I fully intended to be her Master forever, I was

committed to becoming the Master she deserved. I said that, as far as

orgasm control training, she was fully trained. On occasion I would

require her to demonstrate her training and control for me similar to

yesterday's very impressive and flawless debut demonstration. I said

that I would expect nothing less than the perfection she had shown

yesterday during any future demonstrations. At any other times, she was

free to have orgasms whenever and where ever she chose. But the issue of

further training was closed, she needed no training.

I stood up and pulled her up with me. She said she loved me, and that I

was, and would continue to be, her perfect Master. I kissed her and

asked her if she would prefer a quiet Sunday at home or a walk. We

looked at the clock, and it was 11:00. She said we could pack a picnic

lunch and hike to the furthest fucking site we had located the other

day, then eat and fuck. I said, "Or fuck, then eat?"

"Yes Master, that's what your Slave meant to say."

We found ourselves in another familiar position, standing side by side

peering into the refrigerator. There was chicken we could fry, and

potato salad. We could heat some canned baked beans and take them in a

thermos. Another thermos of iced tea. A couple of beers for each of us

in an insulated container. A picnic!

I prepared and floured the chicken while she heated a fry pan and oil.

Since she was naked, I fried the chicken while she avoided the stove and

got everything else ready. She had a picnic hamper, a thermos for the

tea, and an insulated pack for beer. All we seemed to lack was a wide

mouth thermos for beans. I told her to just put them in a sealable

plastic bowl, and we could set them out in the sun for a while before we

ate. I told her to go find a piece of black paper or cloth and include

it in the picnic hamper. She asked what it was for, and I said that

anything black would get hot in the sun, and we would set the beans on

that.

The chicken was cooked in about 40 minutes, then I let it cool for 20

minutes while we rounded up everything else. I told her I wanted her to

wear her harness until and unless it was chafing her, that we would

remove it whenever she wanted. She asked about nipple clips and weights,

and I said not today. She didn't like that, but she didn't complain. She

went to get a blanket and her harness and walking shoes and socks. I

asked her if she thought we needed the canteen, and she said we had tea

and beer, that should be enough. I told her not to forget the sun block

and her kit, and she went to get them while I packed the chicken and

took the picnic hamper to the exit door. We had everything assembled

shortly after noon.

I stripped her and put on her socks and walking shoes, covered her in

sun block, then put the bottle in the hamper. After massaging in the sun

block, I put her in her harness. She walked down the hall and back, and

I asked her if there was any chafing. She said no, so I told her to grab

her kit. Putting the blanket on top of the hamper, I grasped the hamper

handles, and out we went.

She walked in front, so I could enjoy the view of her leather-framed

cheeks swaying and jiggling along the path. When I was thoroughly turned

on, I caught up and walked beside her, peering over at her swaying

breasts, also framed in leather. She saw me eyeing her, and said she

should have never fallen in love with such a dirty old man. I said that

I wasn't that old, and that if she didn't want people to look at her

body, she shouldn't walk around outside, naked or worse. She said yeah,

like she had a choice. I asked her, if she were totally free to choose,

what would she be doing right now. She smiled up at me, and said without

hesitation that she would be outside, naked or worse, walking with the

man she loved, to a place where she knew he was going to fuck her until

her eyes crossed.

We had reached the first spot where we stopped to fuck on our grand

tour. We turned and took the path headed for the second spot. The trail

narrowed here for a while. and I started walking ahead, then stopping to

watch her swaying breasts approach me. A few times I refused to go on

again or let her by until she gave me a feel and a kiss. She said she

was getting hungry, and we still had a ways to go, and she knew she she

was going to have to put out before I would let her eat, and I was

wasting her time trying to cop a feel like a high school punk. I asked

her how she knew I was a punk in high school, and we both laughed.

Grinning, she poked a breast at me and said, "Ok, feel it up all you

want, punk."

Somehow we managed to reach our destination without stopping for a

quickie. While I spread the blanket, she opened the hamper, took out the

beans and two beers, then put the black cloth and the beans on top of

the hamper. We put her kit at one corner of the blanket and the hamper

at another corner, then she stripped me and applied sun block to my

body. I removed her harnesses and her shoes and socks, and we sprawled

on the blanket, kissing and swigging on the beers. I told her that I

would be kicked out of the macho assholes' club for life if I was seen

sprawling on a blanket next to a naked woman who looked like her, and

not instantly trying to ravage her. She said that maybe I never belonged

in the macho asshole club to begin with. I said, "Are you kidding? I was

it's founder." She laughed, and said I must have undergone a conversion,

did I meet a charismatic figure on a deserted road somewhere? I said No,

I had met a wonderful, intelligent woman, who had a goddess' body, and

who happened to wind up in the wrong place with the right guy. She

kissed me again and asked me to fuck her.

I said that I was feeling temporarily incapacitated by the strong

alcoholic beverage I had just consumed, but if we could find a volunteer

to provide a little oral stimulation, then one who would mount up and

ride me for a few miles, I was sure it would all come back to me

eventually. She said it sounded like a fancy way of saying I was too

fucking lazy to fuck. "Isn't that what I said? Where's my volunteer?"

"Right here, Master," she said, as she took my cock in her mouth. Then

she mumbled something. I asked her to speak more clearly, so she took my

cock out of her mouth, and laughed as she said, "I said, 'Can I use my

hands, or must I do it all al dente?'"

"Well Mrs. Malaprop, since you're already alfresco and inflagrante, use

your hands too. And don't you dare test my cock to see if it's al dente."

By now we were both lost in each other's obscure references. We both

knew we were joking, but neither of us had a clue what the other was

talking about. She shrugged and went back to blowing me.

She knew how to push my Start button, and in a few seconds I was erect.

She hopped on and began thrusting her hips, shaking her breasts

seductively, asking if I was starting to get any ideas. I told her if

she could stretch out on top of me, I believed I could demonstrate some

of my ideas to her. Before she started to move, I raised a finger.

"Or,", I said, "we could find ourselves in a position my Slave might

remember from previous engagements, where my face is buried in her pussy

and my hands are trying to make her nipples explode. How would you like

that as a first course?"

"Master, you know that makes me insane. But it feels so good while I'm

going insane, I can guarantee you a hotter, hornier Slave if you'll

grant me a few minutes of that first."

"An offer I can't refuse. If the lady will please dismount, we can get

to it." She got off me and flopped on her back, legs wide.

"Magic tongue and fingers, take me!" she said. And I did. After a few

minutes, I noticed that she wasn't coming at her usual rapid pace, or at

all. I came up for air, and asked her what was wrong, why no orgasms?

"No problem, Master. I was just screwing around. I thought I would wait

a while and try to have one big one, to see if it would be more intense

than any of the ones I usually have close together when you subject me

to this procedure. Guess I should have said something, huh?" I told her

she was perfectly free to do anything she wanted to with her orgasms, I

was just afraid I had inadvertently said or done something wrong, or

maybe she wasn't feeling well. I said I was going back to work now. As I

was continuing to work on her, she put both hands on my head and started

running her fingers through my hair. I kept going for about five

minutes, and she said, "I'm going to come now, Master, I don't want you

to get hurt."

A second after she said that, her body spasmed and she screamed. Her ass

bucked clear off the ground, taking me with it. I looked up, and she had

her hands to her head, saying "Oh my God," over and over. She looked at

me and saw that my entire face was drenched with her secretions, and she

pointed at me and started laughing. She was trying to say she was sorry,

but she was laughing so hard she couldn't get it out.

"Yeah, that was hilarious," I said, as I dug a napkin out of the hamper

to wipe my face. Now she thought I was pissed at her, until I put the

napkin down and she saw I was laughing too. "So I guess it worked," I

said.

"Yeah, it worked. I don't think I'll be doing that again soon." I

crawled up beside her, and tried to kiss her. "Ewww," she said, "it's in

your hair, too." I gave her the napkin and she wiped at my hair. She

said, "Guess I was wrong about not bringing the canteen. To hell with

it, I believe you wanted to kiss me?" I kissed her tenderly for a minute

or two. I said, not that I was out of the mood or anything, but I wanted

to propose a revised agenda: let's eat, digest, then fuck. She agreed,

and we started setting up our picnic.

The food turned out to be very good. Even the beans were warm. The only

problem was that we had forgotten to pack any salt, but that was a minor

thing. I thoroughly enjoyed the meal, and I think Carrie did too. We

capped it off with the remaining two beers. About half way through the

beers, she said she was getting sleepy, what with all of the sun, food,

and beer. I told her to take a nap if she wanted to, I would stay awake.

She put everything away in the hamper except the two beers we were

swigging, then stretched out on her back with her hands under her head.

She was asleep in a few seconds. I watched her beautiful body for awhile

as she slept. Then I decided I would be more comfortable if I sprawled

on my side, supported on one elbow. I finished my beer while I watched

her for a few more minutes.

I came awake with Carrie shaking my shoulder. "Wake up, Master, it's

almost dark," she said. It was. The sun was already down. I told her I

was sorry, I didn't aim to go to sleep. I had her put on her own socks

and shoes while I got dressed. I crammed everything loose into the

hamper, folded the blanket and put it on the hamper, and we were

starting to leave. Then it occurred to me to take a precaution. I asked

her to open her kit and take out the pistol and give it to me. I jacked

a round into the breech, lowered the hammer, checked the safety, and

stuffed it into my belt. She zipped up her bag, and we set out. It was

dark before we got halfway home. We got lost once for a minute, but she

knew her property pretty well, and soon found the path again. When we

came out into the clearing overlooking her house, I had her wait. We

stood quietly for a few minutes listening for any unusual sounds, but

heard nothing but animal and wind noises.

When we got to the house, I had her wait in the shadows with the hamper

and her bag, where she could see the door. I took out the gun, cocked

the hammer, and went into the house. I went through every room, looking

for anything unusual, and found nothing. I checked that every other

external door was locked, and turned on the outside lights. I went back

to our door and told her it was Ok, to come on in. She ran in carrying

all of our stuff. When the door was closed and locked, I told her that I

was so sorry, that I should never have gone to sleep and left her

defenseless like that, and that I swore it would never happen again. She

hugged me and kissed me, and said she wasn't afraid, because she knew I

knew what I was doing and I would get her home safely. I vowed to myself

that we would never again take alcohol with us on our walks.

I kept the gun in my belt for awhile just in case. We put all of the

picnic dishes in the sink for Philip to deal with, and put the little

bit of leftovers in the garbage. I kept Carrie with me. We took the

blanket in the laundry room, then took the harnesses to the mural room.

Next stop was the bathroom, where I had her bend over while I removed

her plug. I handed it to her and she washed it off. I had her remove her

shoes and socks. She was shivering from being outside in the cool night

air. She had a bathrobe that I had let her keep, but told her never to

wear without permission. I had her put it on, and we went back to our

exit door, collected her heels, housewear, and survival kit, and took

them to the bedroom. I had her disrobe again in the light, and checked

her all over. She was a little sunburned and had a few bug bites, and I

felt a little burned too. But the sun block had done its job, and I

didn't think either of us would notice it tomorrow.

With Carrie in her robe again, we went back to the kitchen to see about

dinner. We quickly settled on a garden salad and some quick sandwiches.

When we had everything, including a bottle of wine and glasses, we took

it to the bedroom, closed and locked the door, and ate on the table we

had used for breakfast a few times. We hadn't talked much about our

experience, but after a few sips of wine I told her again how sorry I

was that I had failed to protect her. "Master, nothing happened," she

said. "I was afraid at first, but when I saw that you were dealing with

the situation, my fear went away. You didn't let me down. You protected

me. The only thing either of us did wrong today was drink two beers in

the hot sun. We won't do it again, case closed." She gave me a wry grin,

and said "Besides, if anyone had actually gotten onto the property while

we were asleep, that pager you always carry would have gone off, and one

of us would probably have heard it." I told her I hadn't thought of the

pager, but I would have taken the same precautions even if I had thought

of it. I said that people we don't even know could not be our last line

of defense.

She got up and sat in my lap, and kissed me. She said she loved me, she

knew I loved her, we were together, and we were Ok. I looked at her and

shook my head. I said that she even made that old ratty robe look sexy.

She kissed me again, then returned to her chair. She said we should

finish dinner, have a second glass of wine each, then take a shower and

go to bed. That gave us all night to fuck, since we had already slept. I

laughed and poured some more wine.

I took the pistol into the bathroom with us. We both used the toilet and

bidet first. Even though the bedroom door was locked, I also closed and

locked the bathroom door while we were in the shower. We soaped each

other and I washed her hair again. Neither of us tried any foreplay in

the shower. That's how I knew she was scared a little, in spite of her

denials. When we had dried one another and I had combed out her hair, I

opened the bathroom door to let some of the steam out. I made her leave

the robe behind, and we went back to the bedroom. I brushed her hair,

more to relax her than anything else.

When we were ready to get in bed, I showed her how to safe the gun after

she had prepared it to fire. I ejected the clip, then ejected the shell

in the breech, and put it back in the clip. I lowered the hammer, double

checked the safety, and reinserted the clip. I told her it was now back

to the exact configuration she had been carrying around. I said we would

leave it on the night stand tonight, and put it back in her kit

tomorrow. I handed it to her, and she put it on the night stand. Then

she walked up to me, put her arms around my waist, looked up at me, and

asked me to please take her to bed and make love to her.

So we didn't fuck that night. We did what she asked, we made love. There

was no attempt to see how many positions we could cycle through. There

was no orgasm count, or even concern about having orgasms, although I'm

sure both Carrie and I came plenty of times. The point is, we didn't

care about how many we had, or if we had any. There were no hungry,

grasping kisses, although there were plenty of long, lingering, loving

kisses. We spent most of the night rediscovering one another. There were

also a lot of pauses between the action for talk, some of it about

Master and Slave, that's what we were, but most of it about a man and a

woman who were trying to love each other in a very unusual environment.

They wanted the environment, most of it anyway, but they also wanted

their love to flourish and grow, and in a lot of ways those two wants

were incompatible. But they believed they could figure it out if they

talked about it and lived it with concern. There was sex. It was gentle.