I woke up to someone knocking on the bedroom door. I panicked for an

instant, I couldn't move my body. Carrie was lying on top of me. I

gently rolled her off, grabbed the gun off the night stand, and went to

the door. I stood to one side of the door and asked who was there. "It's

Philip, Sir. Are you and ... the Slave all right, Sir?" Holding the gun

behind me, I unlocked the door and opened it a crack. I saw Philip's

concerned face, and swung the door open. He was alone. I could breathe

again. I looked back at Carrie, she was sitting up in the middle of the

bed wearing a smile of relief.

I turned back to the bed, trying to hide the gun from Philip. I told him

to come in, we had a few things to tell him. He said, "You're not going

to shoot me, are you, Sir?"

I raised my hands in the air, and said, "No, Philip. we weren't sure it

was you. Please come in, I'm putting the gun away."

Carrie said, "It's Ok, Philip. everything is Ok." I asked Carrie to

please tell Philip what we were doing with this particular gun, why it

was in here with us, where she slept at night until I came here, the

survival kit, our hike yesterday, the circumstances of our return to the

house, and anything else she could think to add, while I sat quietly on

the bed and calmed down a little. I set the gun on the table with last

night's dishes and went back back to the bed. She told him the whole

story, starting with her night terrors, my decision to make her a

participant in her defense, etc., etc., ending with our nervous return

in the dark, and our continued fear even though we knew the house was

empty.

When she finished, Philip sat quietly for a minute. Then he told her he

was very sorry that he withheld information from her. She said she knew

he did it out of love and concern, and she was sorry she tried to hide

her fear. She said she had also tried to hide it from her Master, but

her Master wouldn't allow that. She reached out for me, and I took her

hand. Philip said he believed that we had done everything just right,

except when we both went to sleep. "No shit, Philip," Carrie said, and

we all three laughed. Then Philip congratulated me for thinking of the

survival kit, and said it was a sure cure for Carrie's feeling of

helplessness.

I asked Philip where I could take Carrie for some target practice. He

said he had a sort of shooting range in the basement of his house, that

we were welcome to use at any time. He said that Beverly wouldn't stand

for a visit that didn't include some social time, and she would try to

tell Carrie she shouldn't play with guns, but that he would talk to

Beverly and clear the path for another visit from Bill and Carrie that

included half social and half shooting time. I said, "How about

Wednesday afternoon?" Philip said he would make it happen.

It seemed like everything had been talked out, so Carrie asked, "Philip,

would you please make some breakfast for us, lots of fruit, some yogurt,

whatever, except nothing that has even seen a frying pan? I'm going to

change my Master's breakfast habits before he kills us both. And Philip,

we're sorry about the mess in the kitchen".

As he was leaving, Philip got in a shot. "Carrie, I've seen worse when

you were here alone."

I had Carrie examine the gun and determine for herself that it was safe.

Then she put it in the plastic bag, and put that in her kit and zipped

up the bag. I took her hand and led her to the bathroom. We both used

the toilet and bidet, and then toweled each other dry. We both also

washed our faces. I combed out her hair, and asked her if she wanted it

brushed. She said she thought it looked Ok as is.

We went back to the bedroom, and I got her blouse and high heels and

dressed her. I said I guessed she was happy she wouldn't have to wear

her "reverse apron" for awhile. She said it was Ok, it kept her naked as

her Master wanted her to be, but still let her act human. She didn't

mind wearing it. I kissed her and thanked her, and she acted like she

didn't know what I was going on about. I laughed and held out my hand.

She took it, and we went to breakfast. When we got to the dining room,

Philip hadn't put out our breakfast yet. I seated Carrie, then said I

would go get us some coffee.

I walked into the kitchen and asked Philip if there was any coffee. He

said there was, and started getting it. I told him that was Ok, I would

get it myself. While I was doing that, I told him that when I told

Carrie "everything," I managed to leave out the part where I might wind

up in prison. I said that knowing that would not help Carrie, and I

didn't want her to hear about it unless it was actually about to happen,

and then I would tell her. He agreed that she shouldn't know about that

unless it became necessary.

I returned to Carrie with the coffee. She asked how long it would be

until breakfast was ready. I told her Philip was on it, he would bring

it out as soon as he could. We held hands and sipped our coffee. I saw

her looking at me, and asked her what was wrong. She said she had fucked

her Master, and she had fucked Bill, who was that guy who made love to

her last night? I said sometimes with her, I was an idealistic kid who's

just met his true love. That kid had sex for the first time last night.

She asked if the kid would ever make love to her again, and I said if

she wanted that, she could count on it happening. She said that, like

Bill, it was not the essence of our relationship, but it sure would be a

nice change sometimes. I said that I agreed, that there was no reason

why each of us couldn't play a wide range of parts in the other's life.

Just then, Philip showed up with breakfast. It didn't really look like

my kind of breakfast, but I decided to give it a try. If I couldn't eat

anything else, at least there was toast and jelly. In fact, it was all

tasty. When we had eaten, I said I would admit I liked it, but how would

I get my daily quota of grease. She said Philip could bring me a

tablespoon of lard, if I really wanted it. I decided to pass.

As we were finishing our last cup of coffee, she asked what was on the

agenda today. I told her that in about a half hour she would do her

elliptical trainer aerobics, and I was looking forward to listening to

her talk for 35 minutes. She corrected me, and said that today's

duration should be 40 minutes. I smiled and said she was right.

She asked what we would do after that, and I said I had no idea, we

would just wing it.

About 35 minutes later, I took her into the training room, wearing her

slave bonds and with her wrists joined behind her back. I set her

survival kit down just inside the door. She started to walk over to the

elliptical trainer, but I took her arm and said, "let's go over here

first." I steered her over to where the crop was lying on the floor,

where I had dropped it when I first found her in this room nearly a week

ago. I asked her if she remembered when that crop was put there, and she

replied formally that she did remember. I asked her if she missed being

trained under the crop. She paused, and said she didn't know how to

answer her Master's question, it was a very complicated issue and

couldn't be answered Yes or No. I said that was fair enough, and asked

her if she thought she could answer the question by talking about it

while she worked out. She smiled at me, and said she was certain she

could answer like that. I told her I was looking forward to her answer,

and took her to the trainer.

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

to put on her socks and shoes. Then I had her get on the trainer for her

5 minute warmup. She started immediately, and I attached the leash to

the back of the trainer and went to get a glass of water. I watched her

from the Master's area as I drank half a glass. then I carried the glass

with me back to Carrie. I told her when her 5 minutes were up, and she

dismounted. Before she could start her stretches, I put the glass up to

her lips and asked her if she would like a sip. She looked into my eyes

as I gave her a sip, then she smiled and started her stretches. I hoped

she had noted the contrast between my behavior today and my stupid,

cruel treatment of her the last time we were here.

When she finished her stretches, she climbed back on the trainer and

began her hard workout. I went around in front of the trainer and sat on

the floor with my back against the wall. I smiled at her, and she began

talking to me. She started right away answering my question. She said

that she looked at the question as having two parts. The first part was,

did she enjoy feeling physical pain inflicted on her by her Master? Her

short answer to that had to be Yes, because she had a drive to be

submissive to her Master, and that meant that anything her Master did to

dominate her brought pleasure, and forcing her to receive pain was a

form of domination. Also, she still had issues over feelings that she

needed to suffer to atone for real or imagined transgressions or

failings. She said she thought she had worked through the errors in

thinking that had led to those feelings, but she couldn't be sure she

was free of them.

She went on to say that, having said she had a sort of drive to accept

pain because it was a form of domination, and that she might still think

she deserved pain as a form of punishment, the longer answer was No.

There were a variety of ways her Master could dominate her, that

satisfied her submissive needs, but that didn't harm her body. She said

that, under the domination of a cruel master, she would fear that

eventually her body would show the wear and tear from constant physical

abuse, and then her master would not want her any more because of the

results of the damage the master himself had caused. She said while that

sort of treatment was the master's right, and the slave's lot if it had

such a master, that was a stupid way to use a slave.

The other facet of the Master's question was, is fear an effective

training technique? When she was first put in the training room and the

master started giving her commands, she wanted very badly to obey every

command perfectly. She was terrified because she had no idea what to

expect during her training, or what would be done to her while she was

locked in this room for months, subject to the whims of this one man.

She said when he first started testing her, she knew that no matter how

well she performed he would find reasons to punish, humiliate, and

berate her. And that proved to be the case immediately. She said her

treatment, though she had expected it, increased her terror a great

deal, and made her less able to respond adequately to the next command

or question, and produced more punishment and more terror. But she knew

her only hope was to continue trying her very best to be perfect. And

soon she began to think and hope that it was paying off, her punishments

were occurring less frequently, her master seemed more satisfied with

her performance. But the thing is, she tried as hard as she could the

whole time. A little patience with one who was totally inexperienced at

the start would have produced the same result, in the same time. Only a

slave who was put in the room against its will, and who was fighting

against the master's dominance, would really benefit from the

punishment. But then, why would a slave be put in the room against its

will in the first place. Didn't all of the trainees want to be trained,

as she was told they did?

Finally, she said, after all of that rambling, her answer was that she

fondly remembers her time in the organization's training room, because

that time led her to her true Master and the love of her life, and there

was no doubt that during that time she was being subjected to training

under the crop. But she will never forget that the same Master, when

reunited with her here, immediately discarded the crop and cruelty as

methods of training his Slave. She would love him forever, and his

ability to forge a partnership of love with his Slave, and train the

Slave with love instead of cruelty, is something she is in awe of and

eternally grateful for.

She said she knew she had rambled all over the map in trying to answer

the question, and hoped her answer contained the information the Master

wanted when he asked his Slave the question. she asked if she should

continue trying to provide answers to her Master's question, of go on to

other subjects. I said "go on." She spent the rest of her time talking

about last night. She said that when she first woke up she was

terrified, but when she saw that her Master was handling the situation,

her fear diminished and she knew he would do his best to protect her.

She talked about our tender love making and how it had touched her

heart. She thought she knew her Master's personality pretty well, but

then she discovered that she might have just begun to understand him.

The more she learned, the more she was reassured that this was the man

she belonged with for the rest of her life. She went on for awhile,

speaking directly to me instead of about me, telling me what it meant to

her that we were in each other's life. She was still talking to me when

her time was up. I really hated to stop her, but I didn't want her to

overwork herself, so I called time.

She immediately slacked off to her cool down speed. I almost told her to

continue talking, but I didn't. What she was telling me would be better

said in bed tonight, and I would give her a chance to say it if she

still wanted to. I watched her until her time was up, and called time

again. She immediately dismounted and did her stretches perfectly.

I detached her leash from the machine. I told her she was on informal

speech until we were ready to leave, and told her we should lap the room

a few times to continue her cool down. As we were walking, she said,

"Well, what was my answer, Master?"

"You don't want me to use pain to discipline you unless I have to, and

you don't think I'll ever have to." I looked at her face, and she was

smiling at me.

When we got down to the end of the room, where the punishment area was

located, she asked, "Master, will you ever put me in here and whip me?"

"Not if I can possibly avoid it. But I have the will to do it if you

ever force me to. I beg you to never do that, it would kill me to use a

whip on you again."

"I won't, Master, I promise." Now it was my turn to smile. I told her

that the crop would always remain on the floor where I dropped it, as a

sign of the pact between us, that physical pain would not be necessary,

and would not be used, to obtain the Slave's obedience to the Master's

will. She asked if we could seal that pact with a kiss, and there, in

her training room, with her naked, in bonds, and wearing a leash, we

shared a tender, loving kiss.

"That settles the issue of the crop, and also more severe devices, such

as whips and belts. But your Master can't help but wonder if you would

have a slightly different answer where the flog is concerned, and if the

issue was stimulation before sex rather than training discipline."

She swallowed hard, and answered slowly, "Master would be right about

that. This Slave is deeply conflicted about the flogging. Frankly,

Master, it scares me that I like it so much."

"First, Slave, let's be precise about the subject matter. You have only

been flogged on your ass and the back of your thighs, and the inside of

your thighs. We have never explored flogging your breasts or your

stomach, belly, and the front of your thighs. Give me your reaction to

all of those."

"Master, I think I would enjoy occasionally being put on the rails and

having my ass and the backs of my thighs flogged before being butt

fucked, although Master flogged me too hard the last time we did that.

Having my breasts flogged scares me, perhaps we could try it once to see

how bad it is. I would submit to flogging my stomach, belly, and the

front of my thighs any time Master wishes." She realized how she was

wording her answers, and corrected herself. "Master, your Slave didn't

mean to say that the choice was the Slave's in any of these matters. Of

course, it is the Master's right to do what he wishes to his property at

any time. Your Slave was trying to express its feelings, not telling its

Master what to do."

I kissed her on the forehead, and said, "Relax, Carrie, I asked your

feelings on these issues, and you were correctly responding with

information. Of course the decisions rest with the Master, but the

Slave's preferences will always be a consideration. But you haven't

addressed the flogging of the inside of your thighs."

She looked down, and didn't say anything for perhaps a minute. I waited

her out. Finally she looked at me with tears in her eyes. "Master, I

loved being strapped into position on that stage, like I was on display.

And I enjoyed the flogging, at first. But it was too hard, and it went

on too long, it hurt all day long, Master. The thought of having to

submit to that every day was perhaps the most terrifying part of my

initial training. And it was so arbitrary, Master, it wasn't for sex,

and it wasn't for punishment, it was just torture."

"And if it was for sex, and if it was no harder than the Slave's usual

ass flogging, and if it was occasional rather than daily?"

She gave a barely perceptible smile, and said, "Then it might be

pleasant, Master."

"Are we in agreement, then, that the occasional floggings will continue,

over the areas of the Slave's body we have discussed? And that if the

Slave finds it unpleasant or terrifying to have her breasts flogged,

after she has experienced it once, we will rule out that area in the

future?"

"Yes, Master, that sounds like a plan."

"Let's finish your cool down walk, Carrie." We finished our round trip,

and then made the circuit one more time. I told her to remove her shoes

and socks, then attached her wrists behind her back and removed the

leash. I asked her if she needed to use the toilet, and she said no. I

asked her if she wanted some water, and she said Yes. We walked down to

the toilet area, and she took 4 discharges of water. When she was again

standing, I looked at her, smiled, and said "Bedtime." she looked

puzzled at first, then grinned. We walked back to her bed.

I installed her in her bed, put the ass support under her, then lowered

the bed until her butt was resting on the cushions. I took the nipple

clips out of my pocket and attached them so that the shaft of each clip

was pointing at the opposite breast, as opposed to the usual orientation

of pointing toward her feet. With her breasts strapped into the bed, the

nipples were not that far apart, and the ends of the two nipple clips

were only about an inch away from one another. I went rummaging around

in the drawers in the Master's area, and finally found a large spring

loaded paper clip. Maybe she had thought in a weak moment this would

make a good torture device, or maybe she liked paper clips. I returned

to her and used the paper clip to attach the two nipple clips together.

I looked at her face, and she obviously had no idea what was going on. I

kissed her, and said "All will be revealed." She smiled.

I went and got the small clip-on vibrator and the two penis shaped

vibrators we had used before. I attached the clip-on vibrator to the

paper clip, and turned it on. She gasped. I looked at her face, and

said, "The Slave will not come until given permission by her Master.

Understood?" She said she understood. I pushed one of the dildoes into

her pussy, and the other one I greased up and carefully inserted into

her ass. I turned them both on and then went around to her head and

warned her that she must hold both of these in her body until they are

removed by her Master. "No squeezing." She echoed my command. I watched

her for a while, and she was obviously experiencing a lot of pleasure.

She didn't seem to be having any difficulty. I kissed her and told her I

loved her, and she said that she loved me, too.

I walked over to the bars and picked up the light flog. I walked back

and showed it to her. Her eyes got big. "I'm going to flog the insides

of your thighs now, Carrie. Each time the flog contacts you, I want you

to give me the count, and then ask me to please do it again. Do you

understand?"

She swallowed, and said, "You want me to keep count of the number of

times I am flogged, and each time I am to give you the count and ask for

another. Is that correct, Master?"

"Yes, Carrie, that is correct. And you are to avoid any orgasms until

given permission, and you are not to allow either of the vibrators to

escape from your body. Is all of that clear?" She said it was clear. I

said, "I know I am asking a lot of you, Carrie, but I would not ask it

if I didn't think you could do it. You're my beautiful, perfect Slave,

and I love you."

I walked back to her crotch, and lovingly kissed the inside of her

thighs for a minute, until I thought I had given her good coverage. I

stepped back and struck her left thigh.

"One. Please, Master, may I have another?" After a pause, I struck her

right thigh.

"Two. Please, Master, may I have another?" After 50, I told her we were

not finished, but we were going to pause for a minute. I carried the

flog and walked around to her head. There were tears flowing down her

face and into her ears. I took out a handkerchief and wiped her cheeks

and ears. I asked her how she was doing. "Is your Slave's performance

acceptable to the Master?" she asked.

"Much more than acceptable, Carrie. We are almost finished with this,"

dragging the flog across her breasts, "hold on just a little longer. Do

you remember the count?"

"Fifty, Master." I walked back to the other end and struck her left

thigh.

"Fifty-one. Please, Master, may I have another?" Her thighs were taking

on that rosy glow I was looking for, and I decided to stop at 80. She

stayed with me until the end, and I told her the flogging was complete.

She said, "Thank you Master. ... Master, would you please lay the flog

on the Slave's breasts, as a promise of future flogging? If the master

chooses, of course."

I went back around to her head again, laid the flog across the upper

half of her breasts, so she could see it, and told her I was very proud

of her. I smiled at her and gave her a long, tender kiss, which she

returned. I told her she was now going to give me a long, slow blow job,

and that when I came she would also come. I lowered her headrest to the

best position, and put the head of my cock up to her lips. She couldn't

move her head, she was limited to whatever movement she could make with

her lips. She kissed the head of my cock and then tried to draw it into

her mouth. I pushed it forward to accommodate her.

She went to work with her tongue and lips. Since she was immobilized, I

had to provide the in and out motion. I tried to get in sync with her

activity, and after a few seconds we were cooperating very well. I asked

her if she could swallow me for a few seconds, and she said something

that sounded more like Yes than No. When I saw her take a deep breath, I

pushed forward. I saw her throat pulsing as she swallowed, and felt the

tightness of her throat around my cock. She wasn't struggling, so I

assumed she was Ok. For about 20 seconds I made short strokes in her

throat, and then pulled back out. She opened her mouth as far as she

could and gasped around my cock for a few seconds to catch her breath,

but her tongue never stopped working. Then she closed her lips around me

again and continued. Soon I felt the orgasm starting, and I said "Give

me a long orgasm, Carrie, NOW." I knew she would explode, and I felt

there was some risk, having my cock in her mouth during that time. But I

decided to trust her to avoid biting me. So I kept stroking, and she

kept working with her lips and tongue, while the rest of her body was

convulsing.

I discharged into her mouth, and she swallowed everything I gave her.

After I stopped moving, she began tenderly cleaning me off. She was

still convulsing from the orgasm. I shook my head in wonder of her

capabilities.

I pulled out, readjusted her headrest and walked around until I was

looking down at her face. Her body had stopped convulsing, and she asked

me to please turn off the vibrators. I turned off the one driving her

nipples, then went around and turned off the other two. I removed them

and wiped her down. Then I went back to her front end and removed the

clip-on and the nipple clips. I looked at her face again, and she looked

exhausted, but she was smiling at me. She asked me to please free her

hands so she could hold her Master. I quickly did as she asked, then I

stood beside her, leaning over her and kissing her breasts. She was

doing the best she could to hug me with her arms and hands. She kept

telling me over and over that she loved me.

After a minute, I started extracting her from the bed. When she was

standing up again, she looked at the ass support I had kluged and said,

"Thanks again, diet soda."

I led her to the Master's area and had her sit on the couch. She

hesitated, and I told her not to worry that she was naked, just sit

down. Master's rules, Master can break them. I got her a glass of cold

water, and she drank it all. I gave her a blanket to put over her, and I

sat down next to her and took her hand. She looked at me and asked if

she had performed to her Master's satisfaction. I slid around on the

couch until I was facing her, smiled and said, "How could you ask me

that, Carrie? You were perfect, you did everything I asked of you to

perfection. Could you have done anything better?" she said she always

wanted to be perfect for her Master, but never thought she came very

close to her goal. I told her it was a good thing we had decided that I

wouldn't use punishment with her, because both of us beating up on her

all the time wouldn't be fair. She laughed and asked if that's really

what it looked like to her Master. I said that I might have exaggerated

a little, but that it wouldn't hurt her self image if she could accept,

just a little, what a magnificent woman and a magnificent person she

was. I told her that one side of her brain knew that she could do

anything she wanted to do, why was that other side constantly denying

her capabilities? She said she didn't know, but she agreed with her

Master that there was something like that going on. She said she would

try to figure it out, and that our talks would eventually help her sort

out all of these issues.

I laid her down on the couch and then squeezed on beside her. She

immediately pulled herself up on top of me, covered both of us with the

blanket, and pulled a pillow under my head. "Just shut up for now,

Master," she said, and started kissing me.

I lay still and accepted her attentions for quite awhile, then it became

apparent to both of us that I was hard again. "An unanticipated side

effect. ... Well, not entirely unanticipated," she said with a grin. We

had a long, slow, tender fuck on the couch, during which she came

numerous times. Once was enough for me.