When Philip opened our door the next morning, he seemed surprised we

were still asleep. He was probably also surprised we weren't fucking

like rabbits, the usual way he found us. Then he noticed Carrie was

restrained, and he smiled. He asked her if he should come back when she

wasn't tied up, and she told him not to be a smart ass. She told him

what we wanted for breakfast, then looked at me for confirmation. I

nodded at her, then she smiled and told Philip that was our final answer.

When Philip had gone, I reached over and kissed her. She returned my

kiss and moaned slightly. I asked her how she had slept, and she said

she woke up several times, when she tried to change position in her

sleep, but couldn't move. I asked her how she felt when she woke up and

found herself manacled and tied in position. She said she had felt

controlled, submissive, and under the command of her Master. I asked her

if that was a good feeling, and she said it was a very good feeling, the

best feeling short of sex.

I got out of bed and released Carrie from the rope, then unfastened her

ankle and wrist manacles, but I told her she would keep wearing the

manacles until further notice. "Yes, Master," she answered. Taking her

to the bathroom, I sat her on the toilet then knelt in front of her. She

did her thing, then we traded positions. Finally, we took turns at the

bidet, then dried one another. I asked her how her breasts felt, and she

pushed them out at me, saying, "Give them a feel, and I'll let you

know." I did just that, and she said they were still a little sensitive,

but ready for whatever use her Master had in mind. I said I was glad, I

could be needing them any time. She smiled, and said "Promises,

promises."

Dressing her in her house blouse and heels, I clipped her wrists

together behind her back and led her to the dining room. Philip had

coffee on the table, but breakfast had not arrived. I asked her if she

could bare her ass with her hands bound, and she said sure she could,

then demonstrated. We sat, and I poured each of us a cup of coffee. I

prepared hers the way she liked it, then gave her a sip. She smiled and

asked if she could expect to be waited on all day. I told her that in

about an hour I would be using her like a mule, when she helped me get

the exercise equipment upstairs. She said she helped get it downstairs,

she could probably figure it out. She seemed to have come to some degree

of acceptance of my recent decisions about the training room.

Philip brought out the food, and he immediately noticed that now her

hands were bound behind her back. With a wry grin, he asked me if the

Slave had been acting up, and if he should put her plate on the floor

for her. She laughed and told him to mind his own business, her Master

didn't need any help finding ways to humiliate his Slave. With mischief

in his eyes, Philip apologized, and looked at me when he said that he

could never make Carrie do anything he wanted her to when she was

growing up, so he was impressed that she was now with someone who could

control her. She looked at me, and said, "My Master controls me totally,

Philip, and I thank him for that." I decided this had gone on long

enough, so I cut up a piece of cantaloupe and fed it to her. Taking his

cue, Philip left.

It took us longer to eat when I was feeding her, but finally we were

both finished. I pulled out her chair and led her to the bedroom.

Without unfastening her wrists, I pushed her down on the bed on her

back, and attacked her pussy and clit with my lips and tongue. She

started coming immediately, and continued having frequent orgasms as

long as I stimulated her, about 15 minutes. when I let her up, she

looked mildly dazed. She pressed her body against me and kissed me

passionately on my lips. I asked her how she liked her taste, and she

licked her lips and said she had never been flexible enough to find out

on her own. I didn't believe it would have ever occurred to her to even

try to do that, and I told her so. She laughed, and said I was right,

she was all talk. I kissed her again and said she was all mine, and I

was a lucky man.

I said we were going to start moving the training equipment, and told

Carrie she could dress if she wanted to. She asked to put on a pair of

socks and sneakers, and remain naked other than that. I said Ok, and

released her wrists so she could put on her shoes and socks. When she

was shod, I told her to take off her blouse, and we got started.

As we went into the mural room, I told her that for the duration of the

job, she would not have to obey the rules of the training room. We went

downstairs, and I asked her how we should approach the task. She said we

should just carry the elliptical trainer up the stairs. Two people had

carried it down, and she was one of them, so she thought we could get it

back up. I said Ok, and asked about the weight bench. She said there was

only one choice, it had to be dismantled, and she knew how to do that.

We set to work, horsing the elliptical machine upstairs first. That wore

me out, but didn't seem to bother her.

I watched while she broke the weight bench down into manageable pieces.

Together we started moving them upstairs. When everything was upstairs,

we went back downstairs, and I told her we were looking for anything we

could use upstairs, because we wouldn't be coming back here for a long

time, if ever. With a grin, she picked up the crop. I told her that

would be staying here, and she gave me an exaggerated frown. We grabbed

a few more gadgets from the fetish drawers, then left.

When everything was reassembled, it was 10:30. I told her she would skip

her weight training today, she had already done enough exercise. I took

her arm and led her back to our bedroom, where I took off her shoes and

socks and clipped her wrists together behind her back. I stripped and

lay down on the bed on my back. Smiling at her, I said she was so good

at sucking my cock, I wanted her to try it with a handicap, no hands.

She said "No problem," and crawled up on the bed and got to work. She

was just as good with no hands, she had me begging to cum within 20

minutes. She held me off for another 5 minutes, then brought me to a

giant orgasm. She stayed on me until she had swallowed everything and

cleaned me thoroughly, then sat up and asked how it was. With a grin, I

told her she should practice more, that was barely adequate. She said

Ok, she would do it again right now. Covering my cock and balls with my

hands, I said I was kidding, please have mercy of my cock and let it

rest for a little while.

After getting dressed, I released her wrists long enough to put on her

blouse, then reattached the manacles. Putting on her heels, I took her

to find Philip. He was preparing lunch for us, and said if we would be

seated he would bring us some tea, followed by lunch in about 10

minutes. Carrie and I went to the dining room, where I watched as she

bared her ass and sat down. Then I sat, leaned over and kissed her, and

thanked her for the moving help and the blow job. "Any time," she said.

She asked what was planned for this afternoon, and I told her we were

taking a long walk, with many stops along the way. Grinning, she asked

what we would be doing on those stops. I told her it might not be what

she was thinking. Just then Philip showed up with iced tea, and I held

her glass up for her to take a sip.

While I was having some tea, she said we both knew what she was thinking

we would do. So if it wasn't that, what was it? I told her it would be

something like what she was thinking, but not exactly like it, and she

would have to wait and see.

When lunch arrived, I split my time between feeding myself and her. It

was a light lunch, and we were soon finished. Taking her to the

bathroom, I told her she would be wearing her butt plug all afternoon,

so if she wanted to use the toilet now was the time. She asked about an

enema, and I said she didn't need one. While she was on the toilet, she

asked if she could wear her nipple clips, and I said No, I had other

plans for her tits today. After her bidet and toweling, she bent over

the tub without being told, and I plugged her. I then released her

wrists, and told her to get her harnesses and cram them into her kit,

she would be wearing them as soon as we were out of sight of the house.

While she did that, I went to fill the canteen and tell Philip of our

plans.

Leaving the canteen by the side door, I noticed that the sun block was

still there on the table. I took it to the bedroom, where Carrie was

waiting in the Waiting Pose. I stripped her and applied sun block all

over her body, then put her socks and shoes on for the hike. I said her

wrists would remain free so she could carry her kit, but the manacles

would stay on. She put her blouse back on for the short trip to the side

door, and went to get a blanket. I put the sun block in her kit, noting

she had put the harnesses in as commanded, then took the kit to the

door. We met at the door and decided we had everything we needed for the

trip. I removed her blouse and told her to carry the kit and blanket. I

grabbed the canteen, opened the door, and we started out.

As soon as we were far enough from the house that Philip wouldn't see

us, I made her stop and get the harnesses out of the kit bag. I put them

on her, stripped off my clothes, then we continued walking. After a few

minutes, I asked her if the harness was irritating her breasts, and she

said No. Soon we got to our first stopping point, and I had her spread

the blanket and we both removed our shoes. I had her assume the Learning

Pose on the blanket, and I sat cross-legged facing her, and explained

what I wanted to do.

I told her that, at each stop, we could relax, drink water, talk,

whatever we felt like. But we would also spend 15 minutes with her

sitting as close to me as we could get, facing each other, with my dick

in her pussy. We would not move below our waists during that time, and

we would not speak. We would look at one another's face during the whole

time, and we could do anything we wanted with our hands except touch

each other below the waist. Neither of us would cum prior to returning

to the house. I asked her if she understood the plan, and she said Yes,

but she didn't understand the point. I told her there might not be a

point, it was just something her Master wanted to do with her. Then I

asked her if she wanted some water or if there was anything she wanted

to ask or talk about before we started our first 15 minutes. She said

she was ready to start.

I had her move to a sitting position, then move close to me, put her

legs over mine, and wrap her legs behind my back. By the time she had

done this, my dick was hard, so I guided it into her pussy and then told

her to move as close as she could. When I was in her almost all the way,

I set the timer on my wristwatch for 15 minutes, and asked her if she

was ready to start. She said Yes, and I started the timer.

At first she had her hands on her thighs, palms up, and I was holding

her shoulders lightly with my hands. We kept silent and looked into each

others eyes. After a few minutes, she smiled, then laughed. I was

tempted to tell her to knock off the laughter, but I decided to keep

quiet and see what she would do. She was intermittently giggling for a

few minutes, then she seemed to get past the humorous phase. She put her

hands on my waist, then after a few minutes started lightly rubbing them

up and down my sides. I remained still with my hands on her shoulders.

She started running her hands from my sides, down my hips and thighs,

then back up. After doing that for a few minutes, she moved her hands to

my chest, and began lightly caressing my chest and stomach. Eventually,

her hands began roaming down toward my crotch, and I shook my head. She

returned her hands to my sides, and stopped moving them.

She smiled at me, and a tear formed in her right eye and ran down her

cheek. I smiled back at her, and slowly moved my hands to her breasts.

She sighed and continued smiling at me as I caressed her breasts and

nipples. After a minute or two, I put my left hand over her right hand

on my side. While my right hand continued caressing one breast, I moved

her hand from my side and put it on her other breast. She seemed

surprised, but didn't resist. After a little while I started moving her

hand over her breast to match what I was doing. She shook her head No,

but I smiled and nodded my head Yes. She started moving her hand on her

own to match my motion, and I removed my hand from hers. After a minute

of that, I stopped caressing her breast and began stimulating the nipple

with the tip of a finger. She hesitated at first, and I nodded at her

again. She began stimulating her other nipple, then sighed and smiled at

me. Just then the timer alarm went off.

I put my hands on her thighs, palms up, and she placed her hands in

mine. I asked her if she enjoyed the 15 minutes, and she smiled and said

Yes. Then she said would probably not believe her, but she had never

tried to stimulate herself before. I told her I did believe her, and she

was going to learn to do that for herself, but only under my command. I

told her that, by watching how she chose to give herself pleasure, her

Master would learn how he could better please her. She said her Master

already pleased her, he did not need any lessons from his Slave. Still

smiling at her, I said it didn't matter whether the Master needed

lessons or not, the Slave would provide them whenever she was told to.

She lowered her eyes, and said, "Yes, Master."

I told her that, at the next stop, we would start out like we did here,

then when the Master placed his Slave's hands on her breasts, the Slave

would begin exploring, to find the kinds of stimulation that were most

pleasing. The master would watch and learn. I reminded her that neither

of us would have any orgasms while we were on our walk.

We were still sexually coupled, although my dick had been limp for some

minutes. I stretched out and grabbed the canteen, took a drink, then

offered it to her. She took a drink, then gave me a sly grin. She said,

since I wasn't going to fuck her, could she lie down and soak up the

rays for a few minutes. I told her to go right ahead, and I promised her

I would stay awake. She laughed. I asked her if she wanted the harnesses

off, and she said if she was going to be feeling herself up, she might

as well not have anything in the way. Then she looked at me and smiled.

I pulled her to me and kissed her, then removed her harnesses and put

them back in her bag. She lay down on her back with her arms out to her

sides and her legs spread. I sat and watched her, marveling at her

beauty and at how unself-conscious she had become in my presence.

After letting her lie in the sun for about 10 minutes, I told Carrie it

was time to move on. We both put our shoes on, I took the blanket,

canteen, and my clothes, she grabbed her kit bag, and we set out.

At the second stop, things went as I had told her. after a few minutes

face-to-face, I took both her hands in mine and placed them on her

breasts. She began exploring her breasts. I already knew that her

nipples were super sensitive, and she immediately started working on

them and trying different approaches to stimulation, such as finger

tips, palms, finger nails, knuckles, wetting the finger or nipple or

both with saliva, and various combinations of those things. She was

obviously turning herself on, but I couldn't tell what techniques she

was preferring to others. I would have her show me her "top 10" when we

returned to the house.

She was probably getting tired of the intense stimulation to her

nipples, because she stopped working on them and started searching her

breasts for areas that were more sensitive than others. She also tried

various methods of contact stimulation on the skin of the breasts. Again

it was hard to tell what she was finding most pleasurable, she would

have to demo the best stuff later. A few minutes after she stopped

working on the nipples, the timer went off. She sighed, and placed her

hands in mine again. I asked her what her thoughts were. She said I must

forbid her to ever do that when I was not present, she could get

addicted to it. I told her that I did forbid her to ever do it except

under my command, and she thanked me, and said she would never disobey

her Master. Then I told her that when we returned to the house, we would

go to the bedroom, and the Master would watch while the Slave stimulated

herself to have a series of orgasms. During the process, the Slave would

describe to the Master what she was feeling, and why particular kinds of

stimulation felt better than others. She didn't like that, she said she

had never masturbated herself, and she asked to please not be forced to

do that. I told her she would not be forced, she would be asked. And

because she had pledged to always be submissive and obedient to her

Master, she would do as she was asked. She lowered her eyes and said,

"Yes, Master, your Slave will obey you, now and always."

At our third stop, I told her we would do something different. We would

spend the 15 minutes with our lips just touching, but we would not kiss.

We would also have our arms around each other's neck. She really had a

difficult time with that one, she kept laughing and snickering, and

several times kissed me. Once I broke the rules myself to tell her to

knock it off. At the end of the 15 minutes, she said she was really

having a hard time understanding what we were doing. I told her again

that I didn't know what we would accomplish, it was just something I

wanted to try, then asked her if she needed to understand why her Master

was asking her to do something before she would obey. She again told me

she would always obey me.

At the fourth stop, I said we would look into each other's eyes for the

whole time. That one did something to her, for about the last 5 minutes

tears were streaming down her face. When the time was up, I asked her if

she had been bored to tears. She said that wasn't it at all. I asked her

if they were tears of sorrow or of joy. She looked at me very seriously,

took my face in her hands, and said "Joy, Master."

At the fifth stop, she asked if we could just rest and talk. We had one

more stop, so I told her that would be fine. I lay down on the blanket,

and she sprawled out on top of me. I thought at first she would ask for

sex, but she apparently just wanted our two bodies to be in contact. We

talked about this and that for awhile, then I asked her why she had

sought the easy path to obedience and submission to her Master, instead

of the hard path. She said she didn't understand the question. I then

asked her which was easier, to always obey and submit because you know

you will be punished if you don't, or to always obey and submit simply

because you have promised to? And which is harder, to do what you said

you would when there is no other reason to do it, or to do what you said

you would because you feared the consequences of acting otherwise? She

said she had never thought of it like that. I said we should move on,

she kissed me, and we got up.

At the last stop, I told her I would watch her play with her breasts

again. We followed the same procedure as the second stop, and I was

surprised to see that she mostly tried techniques she had not used

before. She was much more inventive in her experimentation than I ever

was. I had been right in thinking that she would be able to show me new

ways to please her. When time was up, we both took some water, then sat

silently and looked at the view for awhile. then we put our shoes on and

I got dressed, I took the kit and blanket, she put the canteen strap

over her shoulder and between her breasts, and we walked down the hill

to the house with our arms around one another.

Back in the house, I put her heels on, put her into her blouse, and

attached her wrists behind her back. I took the kit bag, and she

followed me to the bedroom. It was 3:45. I told her to go to the

bathroom, then took the harnesses and sun block out of her bag. I went

into the bathroom, released her wrists, removed her heels and blouse,

and told her to lean over the tub. She asked if she could leave the plug

in while I watched her masturbate. I said No, what if she decided she

wanted to stick a finger up her ass and couldn't because it was plugged?

She shrugged and bent over the tub. I popped out the plug and handed it

to her. She washed it off as I had told her to. When she put the plug

down and dried her hands, I took her in my arms and gave her a long

kiss, which she hungrily returned. Then she said she really didn't want

to masturbate, and I told her she didn't have to want to, she just had

to obey her Master. She asked how she should do it.

I took her back into the bedroom and had her kneel in the middle of the

floor, facing a chair. I took off all my clothes and sat in the chair. I

told her I wanted to be naked so she could immediately tell the effect

she was having on me. Then I told her to start by stimulating her breast

as she did outside, and describe to me how it made her feel. She should

use all of the techniques I saw her use before, and explain the

advantages and disadvantages of each. She took a deep breath, then

started. She was only a few minutes into her demonstration, and already

I had a big boner. She looked at it and smiled. I told her not to worry,

it would be hers later, but not until she had finished her show. She

continued, and did a pretty good job of showing me what types of

stimulation she responded to and which she didn't. I concentrated on

what she was telling me. I really did want to learn what turned her on,

although that was not the real purpose of this exercise. The real

purpose was to push her farther and farther, to let her prove to herself

that she would obey me as she had said she would, without being coerced.

After she had exhausted the lessons from breast stimulation, I told her

to begin on her pussy. She said this was all new to her, and I said she

already knew a lot from what I did to her that she enjoyed, just start

there and improvise. She was much more inhibited here than when

stimulating her breasts, but in time she did show me a few new tricks.

I decided she had gone as far as she could for the first session. I

would push her one step farther, then let her off the hook. I had her

lie on her back with her pussy facing me. Then I told her to finger her

pussy and her asshole at the same time until she came. She froze, and I

said, "Do it now, please Carrie." She did it, but this was the first

time I ever saw her having difficulty reaching an orgasm. She had been

fingering herself in the ass and stimulating her clit for about 10

minutes, and she obviously wanted to come, but couldn't. I remembered an

event from long ago, and I said, "You are very close, Carrie. It's

yours, your Master wants you to have it, just reach out and take it.

Relax, trust your Master, and give him what he wants." She came, then

she thanked me.

I told her to crawl over to me and take my cock in her mouth. She came

to me with a smile, and did as I asked, then paused and looked into my

eyes. I asked her if she would prefer to blow me, or that I fuck her.

With my cock in her mouth, she said something that sounded a lot like

"fuck me." How could I refuse? I told her to go wash her hands, then

come to bed. She ran into the bathroom, and was back in record time.

Diving into the bed, she thanked me for taking her another step, and

asked me to please fuck her until I couldn't fuck her anymore. I did my

best.

It was about 6:00 when we finished. I had Carrie go draw a hot bath,

telling her we both needed a long soak. I forced myself to get up and

join her in the bathroom a few minutes later. We watched each other use

the toilet, took turns on the bidet, then climbed into the bath. She

turned on the water jets, and we stretched out in the tub with her on

top of me. She kept "accidentally" pushing my head under the water,

until I said it was my turn to be on top. Then she swore it wouldn't

happen again. I asked her if she was happy, and she asked me what planet

I was from, and how could I not know she was happy? I asked her if she

would object to masturbating again when her Master requested her to, and

she said she would do anything her Master wished, any time he wished it.

When we had dried one another, I got the rest of her bondage gear and

put it on her. Telling her to wait, I went to get her weekend "apron."

Putting it on her, I told her Philip was gone for the evening, and I

would have my Slave as naked as possible tonight. Then I ran my hands

through her hair, and said, "But you could be made more naked still,

couldn't you, my Slave?" She immediately started begging me not to shave

her head. I laughed and told her I could never do that, I loved her

hair, I was just joking. She said that wasn't funny, then she asked me

if I would have really shaved her head when I had threatened to, her

first day at the organization. I smiled and told her I really didn't

know.

I attached her wrists behind her back, then told her it was time to see

about dinner, and I led her to the dining room. After watching her bare

her ass and sit, I told her I would be right back. I returned in a

minute with some short lengths of rope, and proceeded to secure her

ankle manacles to the chair legs with rope. Then I released her wrists,

only to attach them to the chair arms with rope. Finally, I attached a

rope to her collar, pulled it snugly over the back of the chair, and

tied it off. She was forced to sit back in the chair, and was pretty

much immobilized by all her attachments to the chair. I then pulled a

blindfold out of my pocket and blindfolded her.

She asked me timidly if she could speak, and I told her she certainly

could. She then asked if she had done anything today to make me angry or

to disappoint me. I told her No, she had been my perfect little Slave

today. Then, she asked, why was I tying her to the chair and

blindfolding her? I asked her how it made her feel, and she said she

felt helpless and at my mercy. I told her that was why I did it, to make

her feel exactly like that. I told her she would remain like that

through dinner, then went to the kitchen.

The first thing I did was open a bottle of wine and pour a glass.

Returning to my helpless Carrie, I kissed her nipples, then her lips,

then I put the glass up to her lips and told her to take a sip. She did

as I told her, and seemed relieved that it was wine. "Now that you are

totally at my mercy, Carrie, did you think I would trick you by giving

you something unpleasant to drink or eat?" I asked her. She said she was

afraid I might play tricks on her when she was in this state. I told her

she would just have to trust me. I reminded her that I could command her

to eat or drink anything I wanted her to, whether or not she was

blindfolded, and she would do it. She said that was true, but to please

not trick her tonight, because being blindfolded was new to her and she

felt very vulnerable. I told her to tell her Master that his Slave

trusted him not to cause her any harm. She repeated what said, then I

asked her if she believed what she had told me. She smiled and said of

course she did, she was sorry she had worried for no reason. I again

kissed her nipples and lips, fed her some more wine, and told her I was

going to prepare dinner.

This was not going to be a conventional dinner, I tried to assemble as

many different flavors as I could find, to challenge her senses while

she couldn't see. For myself, I made a sandwich. Retuning to Carrie, I

put the food on the table and sat down. I explained to her that she

would be fed a small bit of food, and after chewing it thoroughly she

would have to tell me what it was before she could swallow. If she

couldn't identify it, she would have to spit it out. Then I told her I

needed to get an empty plate for her to spit on, and went to get the

plate. Before I sat down again, I told her I wanted another kiss, and

again gave each nipple and her lips a lingering kiss.

I started feeding her slowly. She was very good at identifying the

different tastes, only making mistakes when there was a mixture of

different flavors in one bite. When she guessed wrong or said she

couldn't identify a flavor, I would give her hints. She usually

identified the food after a few hints, but there were a few she never

got right, and I made her spit them out before telling her what they

were. When all of her sample foods were gone, I offered to make her a

real dinner if she was still hungry. She asked if she could just have a

small bowl of ice cream instead, and I went to get ice cream for both of

us.

As we sat at the table sharing our third glass of wine, I asked her if

she was still uncomfortable at being bound and blindfolded. She said she

felt better about it now, and she was enjoying the helpless feeling, and

her total dependence on her Master. Then I told her the real point of

this exercise. She was in a period of adjustment. With the best of

intentions, she had convinced herself that she could not be a

submissive, obedient Slave without being whipped, flogged, and hit with

the crop. In fact, that type of training was only necessary for those

who did not wish to be Slaves, and had to be coerced into obedience and

submission. She was the most willing Slave I had ever seen or heard of.

For her, physical coercion was unnecessary and counterproductive. I told

her that it was her Master's wish that she take the hard road,

submitting and obeying her Master by her own free choice, rather than

taking the easy path, letting her Master force her into the proper

behavior with the threat of pain. I knew making her that challenge, to

do it the hard way rather than the easy way, would be a great aid for

her to adjust her thinking.

Continuing my explanation, I said that, while she was in this period of

adjustment, it was important that her dependence on her Master and her

submission and obedience be emphasized. That was why she was wearing her

bondage gear in the house, why she was restrained at most times,

including while she slept, and why she had just been fed dinner while

totally restrained and blindfolded. I told her that she had willingly

allowed all of those things to be done to her, as she had willingly

followed the command to masturbate herself before her Master. All of

those things were reinforcing the behavior her Master wanted, that her

submission and obedience would be freely given, no matter what commands

or rules her Master gave her.

When I finished my rambling explanation, I asked her if she understood.

She said she did understand, and that she would always choose to obey

and submit to her Master, no matter how difficult the task she was

given, and she welcomed any challenge her Master would like to present

her with. Paraphrasing something she had told me a few days ago, I said

that life would challenge us enough, and her Master had no plans to

present her with contrived tests. I kissed her, and said I was going to

release her from the chair, but she would remain blindfolded for the

time being.

Having removed all of the ropes, I reattached her wrists behind her back

and led her to the kitchen. I watched her sit in a chair, finding her

"apron" by feel then pulling it up to clear her ass. I told her to

remain seated and talk to me while I cleaned off the dinner table. The

first thing she said was that she was happy I had commanded her to

stimulate and masturbate herself today. She said she had always been

curious about what that would be like, but she never had the nerve to

try it. I told her I would give her opportunities to do it again, and

reminded her to never do it except in my presence, because I loved

watching her. She said she would never think of experiencing any kind of

sexual pleasure except in her Master's presence, and hopefully with the

participation of her Master's body.