When the dinner dishes had been cleared, it was nearly 9:00. I told

Carrie I wanted to take my Slave to bed so we could make love before

falling asleep next to one another. I reminded her that tomorrow

afternoon, Bill and Carrie were going back to see Philip and Beverly,

and hopefully have some time for target practice. She said she had

forgotten about that, but she was now looking forward to it. She asked

if she could do her aerobics tomorrow, and I told her she would do it

right after breakfast. She wanted to know if she could talk to me during

the exercise, and I said that was a requirement. She said Good, she had

a lot of things she wanted to say. I told her she didn't have to wait,

if she had something to say she could talk to me any time. She answered

that she knew that was true, but sometimes it was easier to say things

when she was supposed to be babbling nonstop. I laughed and told her it

was up to her, but her Master was always happy to hear what his

beautiful Slave had to say.

I grabbed the half-empty wine bottle and glass, and led my Slave to our

bedroom. After removing her housewear and unfastening her wrists, I

started to remove the blindfold. She took my hands in hers and asked me

to leave it on while we made love. But, she added, she wished I would

not let her go to sleep blindfolded, because she was afraid she would

panic if she woke up blindfolded and restrained. I assured her that the

blindfold would come off before she was tied up for the night.

We both had to use the toilet, so I led her to the bathroom and seated

her. While she sat, I knelt in front of her and tenderly kissed her

nipples. Then I led her to the bidet and held her while she squatted,

and finally dried her off. I led her back to the toilet and held her

hands as I sat down. She knelt in front of me and asked me to kiss her.

Once she located my lips, she pushed me back by leaning forward, until I

was almost sitting up straight. With her hands on my thighs, she kissed

me passionately until I was finished with the toilet. I then pulled her

up as I stood, and backed her against the wall. I told her to stand

there while I cleaned and dried myself. Then I took her to bed.

When we were in bed, she said her ass had needed filling ever since I

removed her plug. I told her we had plenty of time, and we were going to

visit all of her orifices before sleeping, but the first thing I wanted

her to experience blindfolded was my tongue on her clit and my fingers

on her nipples. She asked me to forbid her to cum until my cock was in

her pussy, and I did. Then she told me it was going to take everything

she had not to cum while I was tonguing her clit, but she wanted to take

the difficult path for her Master. It was then I knew she would win the

battle to renounce pain as a training tool. I told her I wanted her to

enjoy everything we did together, but if holding off her orgasms was

going to ruin the pleasure, it wasn't worth it. She reminded me what she

had said before, that orgasm was just one pleasurable experience, and I

was giving her many other pleasurable experiences. She asked me to

please let her do this as a demonstration of her love and submission to

her Master. I pushed her down on the bed and began working on her pussy

and clit while stimulating her nipples.

Since she had asked for a challenge, I worked her over for 30 minutes.

Finally, she asked me to please stop and fuck her ass for awhile. I told

her my dick was eager for action, and had her roll over and come to her

knees. Holding her hips, I pushed my cock into her pussy just enough to

get it lubricated, then rammed it into her ass. She said she liked that,

to please fuck her hard. I tried my best to grant her wish, and after

about 10 minutes I felt like I was going to cum. I pulled out of her ass

and flopped on the bed beside her. She asked why I stopped, and I told

her that she had been forbidden to cum until my cock was in her pussy,

so I wasn't going to cum until then either.

She found my head and lay down next to me. After we kissed tenderly for

a few minutes, she told me how lucky she felt that we were together, and

how much in love she was, and how she was looking forward to serving me

for the rest of our lives. I told her that, considering what we were

both doing when we met, it was a miracle that we were here together now,

and I felt every bit as lucky that I had her in my life.

She started kissing her way down my body, and I knew she was going after

my cock with her mouth, to clean me off. I told her she was not going to

do that this time, and that I was going to the bathroom to clean myself

off. She pleaded to do be allowed to it for me, and I told her she would

be allowed to do it in the future, just not tonight.

When I returned to her from the bathroom, I asked her if she was ready

for a good old straight fuck. She said that sounded nice, and wished

that we could cum together, whenever her Master was ready. I told her

that since her Master had so much less control than his wonderful Slave,

I would tell her when I felt my orgasm starting. From then on, she could

cum as often as she wanted to.

I gave her almost 10 more minutes, then I told her I couldn't hold out

any longer, to begin her orgasms. She did that immediately, which

brought mine even sooner than I had expected. It seemed to me like I

came for minutes, though I knew it was only seconds. I knew she could

have kept coming for as long as she wanted to, but she stopped when she

felt that I had stopped throbbing inside her. She kissed me and said she

couldn't express how much she loved me, and how happy it made her to be

under my control. I removed her blindfold, and we lay side by side,

looking into each others eyes. A tear ran down her cheek, and she said

"happy tear, Master." To both our surprise, a tear ran down my cheek

also. I said "happy tear, Carrie."

After several minutes, I got out of bed, poured the last of the wine,

and set the glass on a table beside the most comfortable chair in the

bedroom. I went and pulled Carrie out of bed, fastened her wrists

together in front, and led her to the chair. Sitting down, I told her to

sit in my lap and put her arms around my neck. We sat and shared the

wine until it was gone. I asked her if she was ready for bed, and she

asked if I meant some more fucking. I told her I was thinking more along

the lines of sleep, and she gave me a mock frown. She asked to use the

toilet again, and that's what we both did.

I told her to lie down on her back in bed, then clipped her ankles

together. Pulling her fastened wrists over her head, I tied her like I

had the previous night, then bent down and kissed her. After getting

into bed on the other side, I covered both of us with the sheet, removed

her blindfold, then spent a few minutes caressing her body from knees to

shoulders, with pauses at her crotch and breasts. When I had her

breathing hard, I kissed her on the lips and said Goodnight. "Goodnight,

Master, you bastard," she said, then laughed. In my best dirty-old-man

voice, I told her she was in my clutches, and would never escape. I

turned out the lights and immediately fell asleep.

As usual, we were awakened by Philip, who opened the door without

knocking and said "good morning" to both of us. I wondered silently why

he never knocked. Carrie beat him to the punch this time, and said she

was tied up right now, but at 7:30 she would like her favorite

breakfast, with the grapefruit sectioned, and her Master would like his

usual greasy, cholesterol-filled breakfast. Then she surprised me. She

said she would arrive for breakfast as close to naked as it was possible

to get, so if he didn't want to see her like that he should be somewhere

else at 7:30. Philip thanked us and close the door.

I asked her why she said that last part, and she said she had a feeling

her Master would like her to wear her weekend housewear today. I told

her I had not thought of that, but it was a damned fine idea. She asked

if she could be blindfolded at breakfast, and I told her No, the

blindfold was for evenings, but her request to wear her reverse apron to

breakfast would be granted.

While we were using the toilet, I told her I wanted her to wear the

maximum amount of bondage gear when we met with Philip and Beverly this

afternoon. I said that I knew the ankle manacles were out, and that the

belt would be Ok, but what did she think about the collar and the wrist

manacles? She said she didn't have any clothes that would cover the

collar, except for one turtleneck sweater that was on the discard pile

and that she hated to wear anyway. I told her we would go and see how it

looked on her, but what about the bracelets? She said the same sweater

would cover the bracelets, but the bulge they made would show.

I said we would check the sweater, but assuming it was not acceptable,

could she explain the bracelets as jewelry? She said not unless she told

Beverly she had secretly been a tramp for years, and had just decided to

make it public. In short, bad idea. I told her if the sweater didn't

look good, she could just wear the belt. Then she surprised me again,

for the second time today. She asked me why she didn't just go naked,

wearing all of her bonds, with her wrists fastened behind her back. When

Beverly asked her what the hell she was doing, she would tell Beverly

the whole truth about us. That actually shocked me, I said surely she

wouldn't actually consider doing that. She said all it would take is a

word from her Master, and she would obey. I told her that word would not

be given, and she would never again consider hurting those fine people

as a demonstration of her love for her Master. She said she was sorry,

she had gotten carried away, and of course her suggestion was a stupid

one. I told her we would go and check out her sweater now, and see if it

would do the job.

The sweater was ugly, as she had said. Not even her magnificent body

could make it attractive. I told her to forget it, she would just wear

the belt and the same clothes she wore for our first visit. She asked

about the butt plug, and I told her the answer was No, I didn't want her

sexually stimulated this afternoon, I wanted her to learn how to shoot

her pistol.

We went to breakfast, Carrie wearing her weekend housewear and high

heels, her wrists attached behind her back. I watched her take her seat,

then scooted in her chair. Philip had breakfast on the table, and was

nowhere to be seen. I fed Carrie and myself, then we lingered over a

second cup of coffee. I told her how beautiful she was naked, and asked

her what Philip would think if she was always naked rather than wearing

her blouse. She laughed, and said the blouse was more provocative than

naked, why didn't we go ask Philip? I said we should do just that, and

we went looking for him. Her wrists were still attached behind her back.

When we found Philip, Carrie told him that she and her Master would

prefer that she be naked as she was now, rather than wearing the blouse

she usually wore in the house, but we didn't want to offend him any more

than we had to. He smiled and said it was hard to see her like that, but

he would get used to it, and he wanted us to do what made "the Master

and his Slave" happy. All he asked was that Beverly never see this side

of her little girl's life. We agreed that we didn't want that either. He

said it was agreed then, the Slave would be as naked as we wished, and

he would not be offended.

Philip reminded us of the visit he had scheduled with Beverly this

afternoon. We agreed on the same time as our last visit, 1:00. I asked

about the target practice. He said that, in the course of conversation

between himself and me, the subject of handguns would come up, and

eventually he would tell me about his practice range, and ask if I would

like to see it. Carrie would say that she would also like to see it, and

then we would have a few hours of target practice. I asked him if we

should bring Carrie's gun, and he said No, there would be one just like

it at the practice range, with plenty of ammunition. We thanked him and

went to the exercise room.

I removed her heels and housewear. I had her wait on her knees in the

exercise room while I went to get her leash. When the leash was attached

to her collar, I released her wrists and attached the other end of the

leash to the elliptical trainer. As I watched, she put on her socks and

workout shoes. I told her to start warming up, then went to the wall

facing the trainer and sat on the floor. When I told her the 5-minute

warmup was over, she got off and stretched, then remounted the machine

and began her hard exercise. She looked at me, and I nodded. She started

talking.

The first thing she told me was that I had been correct about her

reasons for wanting to receive pain from her Master. She thought it was

required of a good Slave. She was now beginning to pay closer attention

to the differences between the way she thought a Slave should be treated

and the way her Master was treating her. Although the burden was put on

her, to obey and submit by her will alone, she chose that path over

coercion and obedience to avoid pain. I really wanted her to succeed in

transforming her thinking, because I enjoyed flogging her. But it was

impossible for me to do that as long as she thought she needed pain or

the threat of pain to make her a good Slave. Paradoxically, as soon as I

was sure she no longer wanted pain, I would give it to her again.

The pain vs. free will thing was what she talked the most about. At one

point she also mentioned that her period would probably start in a few

days, and she was worried that it would interfere with her Master's use

of her body for his pleasure. She also rehashed some other things she

had talked about before, but there were no new insights. That was Ok, we

had all the time in the world for everything to become clear to her and

to me. Eventually, I knew she would make good on her promise to become

"transparent" to me.

When her 45 minutes were up, she performed her cool down and stretches

as flawlessly as usual. She asked where her cool down laps would take

place, and I said how about around the house twice? We went outside and

walked around the house twice. A couple of times I jerked lightly on her

leash and told her it was time to pay the toll, one passionate kiss.

Each time she paid willingly. She said it felt good to be out in the sun

this early in the morning in a sweat. I said that I wasn't in a sweat,

but it still felt good. Before we went back inside, we walked away from

the house until we were out of sight, then lay down on the ground and

fucked tenderly.

Before taking her back in the house, I reattached her wrists and removed

the leash. Lightly holding one of her labia between my thumb and finger,

I led her into the house. She told me I should handle her like that more

often, it made her feel totally subjugated. I told her she was totally

subjugated, and I was happy to reinforce that feeling for her. I asked

her how she would like it if her labia were pierced and rings were

installed, so I could attach a leash and lead her by her pussy. She said

she wasn't sure, her first reaction was that it scared her. I said Ok,

how about her nipples instead? She said that scared her more, and asked

when her Master was going to have this done to his Slave. I laughed and

kissed her, and said, "Maybe never. But if it ever happens, I won't

'have it done' to you, I'll do it to you myself. We'll talk about it

later."

I took her back to the exercise room and had her remove her workout

shoes and socks, and put on her heels and housewear. Still leading her

by her labia, we went to the bedroom. I had her show me where she kept

her tampons. She had almost a full package, plus two more unopened

packages. I told her to take several tampons and put them in her kit

bag, in case she needed one while we were out walking. While she was

doing that she asked me if I still intended to put them in and change

them myself. I said I did, and she said that would embarrass her. I told

her it was Ok if she was embarrassed, she would get over it after the

first few times. I added that she didn't need to worry that her period

would prevent her Master from using her pussy, it would not. She just

looked at me, then I asked her if she remembered our last fuck in the

shower. She smiled, and said she did remember that, it was fun.

I stripped and lay down on my back on the bed. I said I had deprived her

of the privilege of sucking my cock last night, and now I would make it

up to her. Liking her lips and smiling, she kicked off her shoes, then

acted like she was stalking me, and finally pounced on me and took my

cock in her mouth. I told her to take her time, we had a few hours to

kill. Then I thought better of it, and told her I didn't want her to

hold me off for a few hours, there was a 30 minute time limit. She let

go of my cock long enough to tell me I was a wimp, then got back to

work. She actually made me wait 40 minutes, until I finally started

threatening her with my own sexual tortures, notably an hour of

tongue-on-clit while she was forbidden to come. She got the idea and

expertly finished me, then cleaned me off.

After some recovery time, with her lying on top of me and my hands

roaming over her back and ass, we had a quick fuck. I pulled her out of

bed and took her to the bathroom. I gave her an enema, and after she

held the liquid for nearly 15 minutes, allowed her to release it. Then I

took my turn on the toilet while she started the shower. Before we got

in the shower, I removed all of her bondage gear, and said I had changed

my mind about the belt, she would be free of bondage gear while she was

with Bill. She asked how long Bill would be with her this time, and I

told her he wouldn't stay as long this time. She needed time with her

Master more than time with Bill right now. She said I was right, there

would be time for Bill after she had adjusted her attitude to her

Master's satisfaction. I kissed her and helped her into the shower.

When we were both thoroughly soaped and rinsed, I pushed her under the

shower and inserted my erect cock into her pussy. I said this is how I

would use her pussy during her period, no mess, no fuss, any time I

wished. She put her arms around my neck and asked for a full

demonstration. I pulled out of her, and told her to use her imagination,

and cum for me right now. She came immediately, then smiled at me and

asked if there was anything else she could do for her Master. I patted

her on the ass and said I would let her know if anything occurred to me.

"Anything at all, Master," she said.

We dried one another, then I combed out her hair. Taking her to the

bedroom, I blow dried her hair and brushed it the best I could. I handed

her the brush and asked her to show me how she made her hair look so

good during Bill's last visit. She showed me a few simple things that

made a real difference to the final result. I told her I had learned

from her, and would do a better job next time. I asked her about makeup,

and she studied her face in the mirror for a minute. She said that

thanks to our walks, she was getting a good tan, all she needed was

lipstick. She picked a tube, then spun around on her bench and handed it

to me. I carefully applied it, then she turned back around, studied her

face for a moment, smiled at me in the mirror, and said, "Perfect." I

told her that was correct, she was perfect.

I told her to give me her reddest lipstick and turn around. Kneeling in

front of her, I had her open her legs wider, then applied lipstick to

the inner lips of her pussy. She said that was so exciting, and asked if

she could come again. I told her No, she would not come again until we

returned from our visit. After finishing her pussy, I asked her if she

had any rouge or blush that would stay on and not rub off on her

clothes. She picked the right item from her dresser and handed it to me.

I applied it to her nipples and areolas, darkening them and making them

a lot more red than their normal pink color. I had her stand and look at

herself in the full length mirror. She said she felt like a complete

tramp, and thanked me for the idea. But, she pointed out, I had told her

I didn't want her sexually stimulated during our visit, and now she

would be horny as hell all afternoon. I said that in that case, she

might as well have her butt plug installed, and led her to the bathroom.

She bent over the tub without being told, and I greased the plug and

inserted it into her ass. After wiping off the excess lubricant and

lightly slapping her ass, I asked her if she still felt like a tramp.

She said she felt like her Master's toy, she lived to be used in any way

he chose, and feeling that way made her very happy. I told her she was

my toy - a highly treasured, appreciated, and loved toy.

We returned to the bedroom and I dressed her in the blouse, skirt, and

shoes she had worn during our last visit. I asked her if Beverly would

comment that she always wore the same outfit. Carrie said Beverly loved

her, and never made judgments about anything she did. Then she grinned

and said besides, if Beverly didn't like what she was wearing, she would

simply take it off. I told her not to even joke about that, we had

agreed that Beverly would not be exposed to our lifestyle. She said she

was only joking, and asked for a kiss. I kissed her on the forehead,

saying I didn't want to disturb that expertly applied lipstick. She said

she had other lips that had lipstick on them, and I could kiss them

without worry that anyone would notice smudged lipstick. "Later," I

promised.

It was 10:45. I got dressed and combed my hair, then we went to find

Philip. When he saw Carrie, Philip said she looked spectacular. She

smiled at him and said, "You have no idea." I nudged her with my elbow,

and she said, "Thank you Philip." He looked puzzled, but shrugged it

off. I told him we would like lunch at 11:30, and we were going to dance

until then. Carrie asked if we could have some wine, and I said not

until tonight. I led her by the hand to the living room, turned on the

radio, and asked her to dance. She curtsied and said it would be her

pleasure.

We danced until Philip came to get us for lunch. She sat without pulling

up her skirt. She asked if I was going to feed her, and I said that

wasn't something Bill normally did. I told her she was able to switch

effortlessly between my Slave and Carrie, she needed to be able to make

the same distinctions between Bill and her Master, otherwise she would

get confused about her role with each of us. She held out her hand and

smiled. I put my hand in hers, and she said she was the luckiest gal in

the world, to have a fella like Bill. I knew she was pulling my leg, I

just grinned at her and told her to eat her lunch.

We lingered over lunch, and then cleaned up after ourselves and took the

dishes to the kitchen. I told Philip we would be dancing, to come and

get us whenever he was ready to leave. Then I asked Carrie for another

dance. "Love to, Bill," she said.