Carrie and I were locked in a long kiss when Philip came into the living

room. I knew he was there, but we weren't ready to break our kiss for a

few more seconds. He stood and waited for us with a smile. When we

broke, I said we were ready, and we all set out down the driveway.

Beverly was again waiting for us outside her house. She hugged and

kissed Carrie, then hugged me, and told both of us she was so glad we

had come back so soon. She said that after what Carrie had said when we

were leaving, she thought it would be weeks before she could see her

little girl again. Carrie smiled and curtsied when she heard the "little

girl" part. I didn't want to tell her we were really here to use the

shooting range, so I just kept quiet. Carrie said we had decided it was

bad manners to live so close and not drop by now and then for a visit.

We all went inside and sat down, and again Beverly had something to eat

and drink for her guests. Almost immediately, she whisked Carrie off to

some other part of the house, probably for "girl talk." I asked Philip

what news there was concerning the organization. He had not heard any

new reports from the detective. He also said there were still no signs

of anyone snooping around the property, so as far as he could tell we

remained undiscovered and safe. I found it easy to talk to Philip when

he was not in his role as our butler, servant, or whatever he considered

himself to be at our house. He and I had a very strong cause in common,

protecting Carrie, and that seemed to eclipse all other differences and

allow us to function as friends and coconspirators. But I never had a

moments doubt about how he would choose if he had to choose between me

and Carrie. I hoped he had the same understanding of my allegiances,

also.

Soon after Beverly and Carrie came back and joined us, Philip began

steering the conversation toward firearms. Beverly tried to get him to

stop, but Carrie and I had both taken up the thread, so Beverly was

voted down and gave up. It took no time at all for him to get to the

invitation to check out his practice range in the basement. When Carrie

said she would love to try her hand at shooting, Beverly tried to tell

her talk her out of it. But Carrie said she really wanted to do it, and

she wouldn't stand for the "boys" playing with their toys and excluding

her. So the three of us went to the basement, and Beverly said she was

going outside to work in her garden. Mission accomplished.

In the basement, we were all grinning like the successful conspirators

we were. Since the whole point of this was for Carrie to learn to shoot

her pistol, we had her start with an empty clip and an unloaded gun. She

filled the clip, inserted it into the pistol, checked the safety, and

cocked the pistol like she had done it a thousand times. Philip said he

thought she had never used this kind of pistol before, how did she learn

that? She said her Master had taught her, then she caught her slip and

said she meant to say that Bill had taught her, and she wouldn't make

that mistake again. Philip said that a remark like that in front of

Beverly would be hard to explain. Carrie said she was sorry, and it

would never happen again. I told Philip that if she said she would never

do it again, she meant just that, he didn't need to worry about her.

Philip decided not to press the point, and he began showing Carrie the

proper stance and grip to accurately shoot the gun. I kept quiet and

watched, immediately recognizing that he was the expert here, not me.

After a few minutes and one demonstration shot by Philip, Carrie took

over and took some shots. She was actually pretty good. Except for her

very first shot, she always hit the silhouette of the target. After two

clips, she was consistently putting shots into the kill zone. I figured

she was already my equal, and knowing her, she would rapidly get better

with practice.

Philip and I did a little shooting, but mostly we let Carrie practice as

much as she wanted to. After almost an hour, she said that was enough

for her first attempt. She asked me if she did Ok, and I laughed. I told

her she should ask the expert, Philip. His opinion in this area was what

counted. Philip said she would be his equal after another hour of

shooting, and she was fully capable of defending herself now. She

thought he was kidding, and she laughed. I told her he wasn't joking,

like everything else she was serious about learning, she had excelled.

Before we let her leave, Philip made her show how she would prepare the

gun for carrying, fully loaded but safe. I had already drilled that into

her, and she had it down pat.

We went back upstairs, then outside to join Beverly. She made a bad joke

about Carrie not shooting either of us. I put my arm around Carrie, and

gently told Beverly that she was being unfair, that Carrie had hit

absolutely everything she had aimed at, and nothing she hadn't aimed at.

Philip also spoke up and said that Carrie obviously had an interest in

shooting, she had a natural ability in marksmanship, and there was no

reason why she shouldn't know how to shoot. Then he looked at Beverly

with a serious expression, and said that knowing how to handle a gun

might someday come in handy for Carrie. Beverly obviously got that

message, and never made another critical comment about Carrie shooting.

I took advantage of the awkward situation Beverly had created, and said

it was time for Carrie and I to get back home. No one objected, but

Beverly extracted a promise that we would come back to see her soon. We

said our goodbyes, and headed back to the driveway, arm in arm.

When we were out of sight of the guest house, I took Carrie in my arms

and we shared a long, deep kiss. I asked her if she had enjoyed

shooting. She said it was fun, and asked me if she was really as good as

Philip had said. I told her she was that good, and would get even

better. We started walking toward our house again, and I told her to

remove her blouse. I thought she would object, and ask to wait until we

were farther from the guest house, but she said "Yes, Master," and

immediately unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. I took it from her,

then asked for her skirt. We stopped for a moment while she took off her

skirt and handed it to me. I had her face me so I could see the state of

her lipstick-covered pussy lips and her rouged breasts. "Damned sexy, if

I do say so myself," I told her, and she gave me a big smile. I turned

her toward our house, and patted her butt plug gently. With her arm

around me, and my hand roaming over her ass, we resumed our walk home.

As we neared the house, I told her she was now released from her

prohibition against orgasms. She asked if she could wait until we were

having sex, and I said she certainly could, unless her Master commanded

her to come before then. In that case she would come immediately.

Once we were inside, I took her to the bathroom and reattached her

bondage gear. I said that her painted pussy and tits were a real turnon.

Taking her into the bedroom, I sat in a chair and had her walk around so

I could look at her from different angles. I asked her if she knew of

any dyes that we could use to more permanently emphasize her nipples,

areolas, and pussy lips. She didn't, but she said we could go online, to

some of the e-commerce sites where she had purchased the dildoes,

vibrators, and fetish equipment. If there were skin dyes available, they

would probably have them.

I asked her how she had made those purchases, and she said she had

credit cards using false names, that could only be traced to Mr.

Collins. Everything she ordered was delivered to an employee of Mr.

Collins, and then forwarded to Philip, and eventually brought to her.

She took me into the office and logged on. She quickly took me on a tour

of the porn sales sites she had used before. We found some skin dyes,

and placed an order for a variety of colors, but I was worried that they

might not be safe. I told that while we were waiting for them to arrive,

we would look for dyes approved by the FDA for use on human skin, if

there were any. But since we were touring the porn sites, I took the

opportunity to look for interesting things we might add to our toolkit.

I found a small vibrator designed for direct attachment to the clit

without pain, or without much pain. I told her we needed one of those.

She said I could already drive her up the wall with just my tongue. I

told her I could be able to put her on the ceiling and beyond with this,

and we were going to get it. I also told her to get a second vibrator

for her nipples, so we wouldn't have to share one between the two

breasts. She added them to our order, then submitted it.

I told her I really wanted to know if she would be able to suppress an

orgasm with five vibrators on her at once, and as soon as the new ones

arrived we were going to find out. She said she shuddered to think about

five vibrators at one time, but would do her best to obey her Master.

While we were in the office, I remembered that she had told me we could

tap into the security monitoring service from here, and I had her show

me how to do it. There were two monitors tied directly to the security

system. One displayed the picture from whatever image source was

selected. the other displayed the command interface that allowed the

image sources to be selected. I played with it until I felt comfortable.

The command interface included a map view of her property, with all

camera positions shown. That was the first time I really appreciated the

size and shape of her property. We had only covered a small part of it

on our walks. I told Carrie we would widen our range, and explore

further in the future. She said she had been almost everywhere you could

get on foot, and would start taking me to new areas. Grinning, she

pointed out that the places we had already visited were the best places

to spread a blanket and a Slave.

I said if we were going to talk dirty, I had an urge to lie on my back,

while getting fucked slowly, and looking at my painted woman. I asked

her if that was something she could arrange for me, bearing in mind that

part of the experience had to be many and frequent orgasms by the

aforementioned painted woman. She said I talked too much, took my hand,

and led me to the bedroom.

We were nearly to the bedroom, when she stopped, and said, "food

coloring." I asked her what she was talking about, and she said we

should try using food coloring on her skin. It probably wouldn't last

long, but it might produce brighter colors than the rouge. She asked if

I wanted to fuck first, or experiment first. I told her I was a sucker

for experimenting, let's do that.

She said she should remove what was left of the rouge from her breasts.

We continued to the bathroom, and she handed me some makeup remover and

a cotton ball, and I went to work on a breast. The rouge came off pretty

easily, so I got a second cotton ball and cleaned her other breast. She

said I was turning her on, and I told her this was her plan, she would

have to see it through.

She grabbed a box of cotton swabs, and we went to the kitchen. She got

out the food coloring and a small bowl, and put a small amount of water

in the bowl. She asked what color I wanted her to be. I said we could

experiment with different colors, maybe dark brown. Then I said, why

didn't we keep it simple to start with, and go for bright red. She said

I was making fun of her, and I said I wasn't, she could decide the color

herself if she didn't like red. then I grinned at her, and said that if

this works, I would insist the one boob be red and the other green

during Christmas. "Not funny," she said. She tried to mix the colors to

get the dark brown I had mentioned originally, but it looked more purple

than brown. I told her that was all right, we were testing the

technique, we could get the color right later. I promised not to laugh

at her more than a few minutes no matter what color her tits were. "Oh,

well, what was I worried about?" she said, and handed me the cotton

swabs.

I grasped her breast from below with my open hand, and lifted it up.

Taking a swab in my other hand, I saturated it in the food coloring and

began covering her areola and nipple. It looked closer to brown on her

skin than in the bowl. After fully covering the area, I blew on her to

dry it, then put on a second and a third coat. Then I repeated the

entire process on the other breast. The coloring effect was too thin, it

was obvious that we would never actually make her skin look brown. The

best we could do looked like a failed attempt to dye her skin.

When both breasts appeared to have dried completely, I rubbed her with a

finger. Very little color was transferred to my finger. "Just don't lick

your finger first, or you'll wind up with all the color on your tongue,"

she said. I asked her why, and she said look at what I put on her, it

was water soluble. Water will remove it. I told her that was no good,

she knew I couldn't go 5 minutes without kissing her nipples. She said

she just thought of that problem, that this would never work. I told her

that was Ok, it was also obvious that we would never get a really dark

color with food coloring. She looked down at her tits and said, "Well,

they are browner than they've ever been, but they're not very brown.

Sorry, Master." I kissed her, and told her it was a good idea to try

this, and now we knew the result. She had done well.

I asked her, as long as we are in the kitchen and in an experimenting

mood, is there anything else we could try that might work better? She

said she didn't know of anything to use for coloring, however there were

a lot of things she could put on her breasts and then let her Master

lick them off. I said maybe some other time, I still wanted that fuck,

while looking at my Slave's pale brown nipples. She laughed, poured the

remaining food coloring solution down the drain, and led me by the hand

to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, she said that, if it was important to her Master, we

could put more rouge on her breasts before we began fucking. I told her

this was a long-term project, we didn't need to force a solution today.

I held my arms out, and she began undressing me. When I was naked, I lay

down on my back in bed. She stood beside the bed looking at me for a

moment, then told me she loved me and climbed aboard. After inserting my

cock into her pussy, she asked me if I had been with many painted

hussies like her. I told her there was nobody like her, and I was the

luckiest man on earth to be able to spend all my time with her.

She began giving me the long, slow fuck I had requested. I let her do

all the work, I was just lying back and enjoying the sensations and the

view. We both knew how tacky the body coloration idea was, but it had

seemed to turn us both on, and that was really the whole idea. I asked

her if it was a turnon for her to be with Beverly and know she could

flash a rouged tit, or a painted pussy, or a plugged ass at any time.

She said it was a turnon, and it was a constant temptation to actually

do it. I told her we could have fun talking about it and thinking about

it, but it was one thing that Carrie must never do. She looked at me

with a serious expression, and said I could stop worrying about her

doing that to Beverly, she would never do that. Then, with a wicked

grin, she added, "unless my Master commands me to."

I was close to orgasm. I told Carrie that when I said to, she was to

start coming, and have orgasms as frequently as she could until I told

her to stop. She said she would obey. A minute later, I told her to

start, and I came when I felt her first orgasm. She stopped pumping her

hips when my cock went limp, never pausing her own orgasms. I lay still

and watched her, feeling her throbbing body in contact with mine. Almost

immediately, I started getting hard again, When she sensed my dick

coming back to life inside her, she started working her hips again, and

took me through another cycle in a span of about 5 minutes. When I came

a second time, I asked her to stop coming. She smiled at me and stopped

immediately. Stretching out on top of me, she kissed me and thanked me

for letting her stop. She said she was getting tired, and the sensations

were getting too intense for her. I told her we would do this again, and

shoot for three orgasms by her Master. She asked me if I thought we

could work our way up to a half dozen someday. I laughed and said Yes,

the day I died.

After a few minutes rest with her lying on top of me, I told her we both

needed a shower, and then she would fix dinner. She hopped up and pulled

me off the bed. We walked hand-in-hand to the bathroom, and she sat on

the toilet. We went through our usual ritual, and then showered

together. She dried me off, then I clipped her wrists together behind

her back and proceeded to dry her off and comb out her hair. I told her

we would leave her hair damp and straight tonight, I would brush it

tomorrow. I then noticed that the food coloring was entirely gone, and

only a trace of the lipstick remained on her labia. I put her housewear

on her and asked if she wanted shoes or no shoes. She said no shoes, so

I led her to the kitchen, holding one of her outer labia between my

thumb and finger. She said she could barely walk when I held her like

that, it made her knees weak. I told her, in that case, she needed a lot

more practice. Tonight and tomorrow, everywhere she went she would be

led like this.

When we got to the kitchen, I left her in the middle of the room,

telling her I would be right back and she should start planning what she

would make for dinner. I went to the exercise room and got the leash,

then returned to Carrie. I attached the leash to her collar, then

released her wrists, telling her she needed her hands to make dinner. I

attached the leash to a cabinet handle, and left her to her work while I

opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass. After taking a sip, I

offered the glass to her. Even though her hands were free, she stood and

waited for me to put the glass to her lips, then she took a sip.

She asked if she might have a kiss. I put down the wine, grasped each of

her labia in my fingers, and gave her a long, tender kiss. She put her

arms around my neck and seemed to be hanging on me. When I broke the

kiss and let go of her, she was still hanging on my neck. I asked her if

she was Ok, and she said she would be in a minute. She said I shouldn't

do that again if I wanted any dinner tonight. I laughed and asked her if

she was kidding. She said No, she wasn't kidding, she couldn't function

while I was doing that to her.

I told her it was another case where she needed more practice, and that

after dinner, we would try dancing like that. She said she wouldn't be

able to, and I said that her Master only asked that she try. When she

was able to take her arms from around my neck, I gave her another sip of

wine, then sat down and watched her prepare dinner. Once she needed to

get a utensil that her leash wouldn't let her reach. I unfastened the

leash from the cabinet and tucked the end of it in her belt. I told her

she was her own Master until dinner was ready. She laughed, and said she

would try to be as good a Master as I was.

When dinner was plated, I said that her part was finished. I again

grasped one of her labia, and led her into the dining room. I tied her

wrists, ankles, and neck to the chair, and then blindfolded her. Then I

fetched the food and wine from the kitchen. We made small talk while I

fed us. I made a point of complementing her several times on the meal.

It really was excellent, she was as good a cook as she claimed to be. A

couple of times I got out of my chair to kiss her nipples and lips, then

sat down again and resumed the meal. When we were finished and had

shared a second glass of wine, I asked her if she would like a little

ice cream for dessert. She agreed, and I went to get a small bowl of ice

cream for us to share.

With her still seated, I pulled her chair away from the table, then

knelt in front of it between her legs. I fed her a small spoonful, then

dribbled some partially melted ice cream down one of her breasts. She

gasped when she first felt the coldness. I let it run down onto her

nipple, then licked her clean. I fed her another bit, then repeated the

process on her other breast. She asked me if she had permission to come,

and I said she did. Naturally, she came immediately. I told her I had no

idea she liked ice cream that much. She smiled, and said she had never

had it like this before.

After repeating the process a few more times on her breasts, I took a

napkin from the table and tucked it between her legs and under her

pussy. She knew what was coming next, and she said, "Oh, my God." I fed

her a bit of ice cream, then dribbled some on her belly, above her

pussy. I watched it run down, around and into the folds of her pussy. I

put some more on her, and let it join the first batch. She was coming

continuously. After letting her anticipate what was going to happen, I

began licking up the ice cream, along with her own juices. When she was

clean, I put another spoon of ice cream to her lips. She asked me to

please take her to bed and fuck her. I told her we weren't even half

finished with the ice cream, and I had promised her some dancing after

dinner. We would have hours of time later for fucking. She said she

didn't think she would live through the rest of the ice cream and the

dancing, and I told her she was strong, she could do anything to please

her Master.

It took about 15 minutes to finish the ice cream. By that time, it was

all melted, and no longer very cold. I told her we seemed to have

finished the ice cream, would she like some more. "God, no, I couldn't

stand any more, this is the most wonderful torture I could imagine," she

said. I asked her if she would like to dance. She asked if I meant to

hold her the way I had mentioned earlier, and I said of course, that was

the whole point. She said she really didn't think she could do that, it

turned her into a pile of jello when I held her like that. I asked her

what flavor, I preferred orange. She laughed, and said, "Ok, I'll be

orange for you, Master."

I told her I would free her as soon as I had cleared the table. When

everything had been removed to the kitchen, I poured a final glass of

wine, then released Carrie from the chair. I told her she would remain

blindfolded until we were ready for sleep. As soon as her wrists were

released from the chair, I clipped them together in front. After giving

her a sip of wine, I grasped one of her labia and gently pulled her out

of the chair, then led her to the living room. After turning on the

radio, I stood in front of her and said that we didn't have to dance, we

could just stand and sway to the music. I asked her if I could have this

dance, and with a tremble in her voice she said Yes.

I took hold of both of her labia, and she immediately put her manacled

hands around my neck. I gave her a lingering kiss and started swaying to

the music. She tried to move with me, but wound up just hanging onto me

and letting me take her wherever I went. I maintained lip contact with

her until the song ended, then broke the kiss and asked her if she was

Ok. She answered in a weak voice that she was definitely not Ok, she was

barely able to talk to me. I asked her if she wanted me to release her,

and she said Yes, for a minute, then we could do it some more. I

released her and took her by the waist, then asked her if she could tell

me why this affected her so strongly. She said it was such an intimate

thing to do, but at the same time so impersonal, even arrogant on her

Master's part. It made her feel like she was nothing but property, yet a

treasured property. It gave her an intense feeling of enslavement to

someone she adored, and she had no choice but to surrender to it totally.

I let go of her waist and again grasped her labia. She sighed. I told

her to tell me again how she felt about her Master and herself and our

relationship when I was holding her like this. She repeated what she had

said before, except she said it like she was talking to me, rather than

answering a question. When she finished talking, I gave her another

long, sensual kiss. She had been supporting her own weight until I

kissed her, but within a few seconds she was hanging from my neck again.

After a few minutes, I stopped kissing her and released her labia. I

told her I wanted to try a variation, but she would need to support her

own weight, because she would need her arms and hands free for another

task. She said she would try her best. I stepped back from her, and

quickly took my clothes off. Moving close to her again, I grasped her

labia, then told her to reach out and take control of her property. She

asked what I meant, and I told her there was a cock that was aching for

her touch. It belonged to her, and it was waiting to be claimed by its

owner. She tentatively reached out until her hands met my belly, then

she felt down until she felt my erect cock. She took hold of it with

both hands, and immediately gave me a beaming smile. "Oh, Master," she

said, "this is so perfect. Now I know how you feel when you are holding

me."

I said, "And I know how you feel when I'm holding you. We are each

other's property now, I guess you could call us co-owners of one

another. To make it perfect, kiss me." We reached across our grasping

hands until our lips met in a long, passionate kiss. When we finally

broke the kiss, I asked her how she felt now. She didn't answer for a

long time, then she finally said she couldn't talk about it now, but it

was perfect. She asked if we could analyze it later, and just enjoy it

now. We shared another long kiss.

I asked her if she would like to go to bed now, and she said Yes. I

released her wrists and removed her blindfold, then gathered up my

clothes. I grasped one of her labia in my free hand, then waited. She

grasped my cock in one hand, and together we walked to the bedroom.