I started paying attention to our surroundings, and noticed for the

first time that this clearing offered an excellent view. We sat up, and

I asked her to point out where the house was from here. She pointed to

the direction, but said the house was below us and out of sight around

the hill we were on. I asked her where the nearest property boundary

was. She pointed in the opposite direction, and far in the distance and

well below us I thought I could make out the fence. It was obvious that

almost anywhere we went from here was downhill. I asked her if there

were any promising sites uphill from here, and she said there was one

more, at the very top of the hill. She said we should be able to make

out the roofs of both houses from there, and see the limits of her

property in nearly any direction. I asked her if she was up for the

climb, and she said she was. I took a big drink from the canteen, then

told her to do the same.

As I was dressing, I told her to gather up everything and show me the

way. She looked at me for a few seconds, then started folding up the

blanket. I had noticed before that she sometimes had trouble

transitioning from intimacy back to taking orders. I guess she was

expecting me to offer to carry our gear in return for the great

blow-job, and sometimes I did behave like that. But today she needed to

know that she was not getting any special treatment.

When she had put on the canteen and was holding the blanket and her kit,

I took the end of her leash and told her to lead the way. The way uphill

from where we were was steep and rocky, but there didn't seem to be any

alternative. She stumbled on loose rocks a few times and fell to her

knees. I'm sure she expected me to offer to share the load when that

happened for the third time, but I just told her it was lucky her hands

weren't clasped behind her back.

After a 15 minute climb, we arrived at the top of the hill. The view was

spectacular. She pointed out her property boundaries in every direction,

then showed me the barely visible roofs of our house and the guest

house, both far below us and in the distance. I told her she would have

to carry binoculars the next time we came here. "Great," she said.

Looking around at the fairly flat but rock strewn ground around us, I

added that she would also bring an air mattress on our return visit. She

smiled, and said we didn't have an air mattress, how about the queen

sized mattress from the guest bedroom? I acted like I was thinking about

it, then said "Ok, good suggestion." She laughed, then started kicking

away the biggest rocks.

She soon had the area looking suitable for pitching the blanket. I told

her to lie down and roll around, and if it wasn't too bumpy for her I

would lie down and join her. She asked me if I was serious, and I

smiled, but told her I was serious. Shaking her head and smiling, she

did as I told her. After a couple yelps, and reaching under the blanket

to remove the offending pebble, she pronounced the blanket to be safe

for her delicate Master. I thanked her, stripped, and lay down beside

her. She kissed me, and said maybe I was being just a little too hard on

my Slave today. I said No, my Slave was just getting a small sample of

the way her Master responded to self pity. She said I had proven to her

that her periods were not going to change our relationship, and I said

her continued cooperative attitude and good disposition would convince

me of that.

I asked her if her tampon needed to be replaced. She said it would wait

until we got back to the house. I said maybe we should practice for a

time when it wouldn't wait. She said there was no way to clean herself,

and I said we had a canteen more than half full of water, if we used it

carefully it should do the job. She said we had no towels or tissues,

and I said we could use a pair of her socks from the kit, and wash them

when we got home. She asked me if I had an answer for everything, and I

said I was still working on the question of how one person could be as

beautiful, smart, interesting, and lovable as my Carrie. After giving me

a long, loving kiss, she said Sure, lets practice changing tampons in

the field.

I removed her harnesses and stowed them in her bag, retrieving a pair of

socks at the same time. Grabbing one of her labia, I led her off the

blanket to a nearby rock. I had her sit on the rock with her legs spread

open. I laid out the socks, opened the canteen, and pulled a tampon from

my pocket. I told her the operating room was ready and the doctor was

ready, the patient would now explain what she wanted done. She said the

patient wanted to kiss her doctor, and we kissed again. She then told me

what she wanted me to do, and we went through the procedure. As I was

cleaning her off, she asked me seriously why I wanted to do these things

for her. I looked up at her, and said I loved her, hadn't she figured

that out yet? She said this went beyond any love she had ever

experienced or heard of before. I said I didn't know how to feel

intimacy with someone who occasionally went in the bathroom and closed

the door so I wouldn't see what she was doing. I asked her if I was

asking too much of her, to give up her modesty and privacy. She said she

was starting to feel like it was the normal way to live, but it was

still hard for her at times. I said that her real problem was fear that

if I saw what came out of her body I would be disgusted, and not love

her any more. Some day she would realize that I had seen everything

there was to see, and I still loved her as much as ever. Then she would

be happy that she could share anything with me, and know that my love

was unconditional.

When her new tampon was in place, we looked in each other's eyes for

some time. I was kneeling between her open legs. I reached out and

grasped both of her labia, then slowly reached up and kissed her. She

put a hand to each side of my face and moaned. I pulled away from her

lips long enough to tell her to cum for me, then returned to kissing

her. She had one tremendous orgasm, rather than the smaller, frequent

ones she seemed to prefer. We continued kissing for a long time, then

she finally pulled back. I was still holding her labia, and she looked

down at my hands and smiled. She said we needed a new word, "intimacy"

didn't do justice to this.

Letting go of her labia, I rested my hands on her thighs, then kissed

each of her nipples, then kissed her on the mouth. I asked her if she

was ready to head back home, and she nodded. I removed the leash from

her collar and put it in her bag with the harnesses. I was going to put

the socks we had used to clean her back in the bag, but she said to just

throw them away, not to put them in there with her clean clothes. I took

out my handkerchief, wrapped the socks and the used tampon inside it,

then tied it to the outside of her bag. After getting dressed, I folded

the blanket, put on the canteen, grabbed the bag, and told her to lead

the way. She grinned at me, and said it was all downhill from here to

home, next time I could carry our gear uphill, and she would carry it

downhill. I told her it wasn't uphill versus downhill that determined

who carried the load today, and asked her if she knew what the

determining factor was. "Yes, Master," she said, "your Slave's attitude

determined who carried the load."

As we were walking away from the hilltop, she turned around and said we

forgot to fuck while we were there. I told her we would make up for it

when we came back, and we would also make up for it when we got home.

She said she wanted me in the shower the minute we got inside the house.

When we reached the first clearing, she said she wanted another fuck. I

told her the shower was our destination, she had to wait. She demanded a

kiss to tide her over. I put down the gear, picked her up in my arms,

and gave her a long, tender kiss. When I set her down again, she smiled

and said, "Thanks," then started down the trail again. Shaking my head,

I picked everything up and followed her.

We made the last leg of our return trip arm in arm. She got more

animated the closer we got to home. She said she couldn't wait to get in

the shower for another reason, she was itching all over. I told her it

was from plowing through the brush and weeds naked, and we would fix her

up right away.

Once inside, I told her to take her kit to the bedroom, while I took the

blanket, socks and handkerchief to the laundry room and disposed of the

used tampon. When I got to the bedroom, I heard the shower running. In

the bathroom, she was in the Waiting Pose and smiling ear-to-ear. I

removed her tampon, and helped her into the shower. I was going to wash

her legs and then put some skin lotion on them, but she pulled me under

the shower and told me she had a bigger itch, she wanted to be fucked

right now. Of course I obeyed her command.

Before she let me out of the shower, she had been well-fucked fore and

aft, and had given me a blow-job. After we dried one another, I inserted

a new tampon for her, then applied skin lotion all over her body. She

had a lot of insect bites and her knees were skinned up a little. I put

her in her heels and housewear, then attached her wrists together behind

her back. I noticed that it was a little after 5:00. I led her by the

labia to the kitchen, where each of us drank two glasses of water to

replenish what we lost on the hike. I then led her to the living room

and had her sit in my lap on the couch. After kissing her for awhile, I

caressed her breasts and then rested my hand over her pussy. I asked her

how she felt, and she asked if I meant how did she feel about her

period. I said I wanted to know how she felt about her period, our walk,

and anything else she wanted me to know about.

She said she resented the interruption her period caused in our lives.

But seeing that it really didn't matter to me, and that I was finding

ways to work around the inconvenience so we could continue to do all the

things we normally did, she felt a lot better now than she had this

morning. She said a lot of the things I said to her on the hilltop were

just starting to sink in, and she was grateful to have a Master who

wanted such an intimate involvement in her life. She said she was

feeling her strength increasing with every session on the weight bench.

She hadn't expected to notice anything for months, and she was

pleasantly surprised.

She said she wanted to go cuddle in bed for awhile. I led her to the

bedroom and removed her shoes and housewear. She stretched out on the

bed and said she felt tired and happy. I crawled in next to her, and she

hugged me and gave me a long kiss, then she lay quiet for several

minutes. I thought she had gone to sleep, and I was wondering whether I

should take a nap beside her or try to stay awake. Then she asked me,

"Master, would you ever let another man use me?"

I sat up in bed, and told her to assume the Learning Pose. Then I took

both her hands in mine, and asked her why she asked that question.

Instead of answering me she asked me the same question in greater

detail, "Would you ever sell, rent, trade, loan, or give me to somebody

else, to another master?"

Looking her in the eye, I said, "No. Never. Now tell me why you asked me

that question." She said she had always been proud of her analytical

mind, something women are not supposed to be good at. But since I told

her today about what she would have experienced at the organization when

she had a period, she realized again how stupid she had been to get

involved with them, and how lucky she was to have escaped. Then she

started wondering what else she had missed, other horrible fates she

might have suffered. She reasoned that there must be a lot of slave

owners scattered around, and that would constitute a sort of secret

subculture. She speculated that there would be commerce in slaves among

those Masters. And she reasoned that they probably would, from time to

time, trade one slave for another, or maybe one master would sell a

slave he didn't like to another master. And so she wanted to know what

my intentions were, as far as keeping or getting rid of my property.

First of all, I told her everything she was speculating about was in

fact true. It happened all the time. But I was not a part of that

subculture, and could never be part of it, not that I would want to be.

The only reason I was a master was because she had given herself to me.

Until the day she told me she was not my Slave any more - and I never

wanted that day to come - I was her one and only Master, and the only

person who would ever have the use of her body. I asked her if there was

anything else she wanted to know, and she said No, and thanked me for

answering her question.

I kissed her, and said if more questions like this occur to her, she

must always ask me, rather than remaining silent and worrying about it.

I promised her I would always truthfully answer any question she asked,

and she must never be afraid to talk to me. She looked at me, and said

she did have one other question, would they come after her? I told her I

didn't know the answer to that question, but people who were working to

help her were trying to find that answer. I promised that she would know

the answer as soon as Philip and I knew it, whether it was good or bad

news. She thanked me, and said she was glad she had me to rely on, she

knew I would always tell her the truth. Then she perked up, smiled, and

asked me what was for dinner. I asked her if she wanted to take a nap

while I went to figure it out, but she said she still worried about

waking up alone, she would go with me.

Putting her housewear on, I asked her if she would prefer low heels or

barefoot. She said I could stop asking her that, unless I wanted her to

wear the heels. Her answer was always barefoot. I fastened her wrists

behind her back and led her to the kitchen. She said if I didn't need

her to help with dinner, she would like the blindfold on now. I fetched

her blindfold, seated her in the chair she usually used in the kitchen,

and blindfolded her. After uncorking a bottle of wine, I gave her a sip

and took one for myself.

She asked if she could talk to me while I worked. I said I wanted her to

talk, and asked her if she wanted to know any more about the slave trade

among masters. She said the only question she cared about was "why?" and

she knew the answer was "because they can." I told her that was correct,

it gave them an additional feeling of power over the slaves. But on

occasion it could actually be a positive thing for the slave. She asked

how being bought and sold like cattle could be a positive thing. I said

if a master and slave just don't get along, it wouldn't be the master

that suffered, it would be the slave. The ability of a master to get rid

of a slave he didn't want, and receive equal value in a trade, provided

a safety valve. She said she understood what I was saying, but the whole

system was corrupt and obscene, so providing a safety valve is hardly

redeeming. I said I had no argument with her, I could not justify my

involvement in that system, nor was I offering any apology for it. I was

just glad I was involved with her now and not them. She said she didn't

want to talk about that anymore, it was making her angry.

I asked her if she would consider a little dancing with her Master after

dinner. She asked if I meant real dancing, or turning her into a

quivering idiot. I said it would definitely start out as real dancing,

but I couldn't rule out that there would be a little bit of quivering at

the end. She laughed and said she would take her chances. I asked her if

she had ever danced blindfolded before. She said No, that would be

another of many new and pleasurable experiences she would have with her

Master. I brought her another sip of wine, followed by a kiss.

While I was feeding Carrie and myself dinner, she asked me what we would

do if we found out they knew where she was and they were coming after

her. I said in that case, her wish to leave here would suddenly be

granted, only she probably would never return. But no matter what, she

would not be taken by the organization. She asked me if I really

believed what I had just said. I told her that as long as I lived, it

was a fact. She smiled, and said she hoped I lived a long time.

After I had cleared the dinner dishes and untied Carrie from her chair,

I led her to the living room and turned on the radio. After giving each

of us some more wine, I began dancing with her. Her wrists were fastened

behind her back, and I was holding her by her waist. Neither of us were

practiced at dancing like that, so we were a little clumsy for the first

few minutes. When we were both comfortable, she moved closer to me and

put her head on my chest.

We danced in silence for awhile, then she said she wanted to talk about

something that was on her mind. I told her to go ahead, and she said she

was remembering two things we had said at different times. The first was

last night, when I held her by her labia and she held me by my cock, and

we kissed. We both agreed that we understood then how it felt to be both

the holder and the held. The second thing she was thinking about was

that I had told her there was no reason we couldn't play many different

roles in each other's life. When I heard both of those subjects, I knew

what was coming. I remained quiet, waiting for her to ask it.

After talking around what she wanted to say for awhile, she asked if

there was a possibility that her Master would allow her to know how it

felt to be the dominant member of the team, while her Master learned how

it felt to be the submissive. I told her that was a pretty general

question, and the answer would depend upon the exact circumstances she

was proposing. She said my answer gave her hope, she had expected an

immediate No answer.

I removed her blindfold and led her to the carpeted part of the living

room. I had her kneel in the Learning Pose, and I sat across from her

and took her hands in mine. That is how we had the rest of our

conversation.

I asked her if she had a specific proposal she wanted to make at this

time. She said it had only just now occurred to her to ask the question,

but she could propose a scenario. She asked if we could trade places for

24 hours, so that she was my Mistress and I was her Slave for that time.

I asked her what would be the conditions during this period of role

reversal. She said her preference would be that the whole 24 hours would

take place in the basement. I asked her what activities she imagined we

would engage in during this time. She said anything she chose, we would

do, and any command she gave, her slave would obey. Then she added that

there would be one limitation, I would not be put in the learning

machine. Other than that, she would be completely free to determine what

we did. I asked her what would be her goal, what did she want to

achieve? She said she wanted to do to me everything I had done to her in

the training room, both here and at the organization. She wanted to know

what it felt like to do the things I had done to her, and she wanted me

to know what it felt like to have those things done to me.

I asked her if she included punishment in her scenario, and she said

punishment would only occur if the slave was disobedient or broke a

rule. I asked her how she would bind her slave, since her bondage

equipment wouldn't fit me. She said there was a set of "one size fits

all" bondage gear in the basement, I could try it on and see if it was

satisfactory.

I told her my gut feel is that it is too soon in her training for this

kind of role reversal. I feared she would become confused about her

submissive nature, and want to modify or end our partnership. She said

that would never happen, she was my Slave for the rest of her life. She

only wanted us to both understand the partnership, if only briefly, from

the alternate point of view. She was sure the experience would make our

relationship stronger, not damage it.

I asked her when she would want to perform this experiment, and she said

not until her period was over. She proposed the following Saturday, 9

days from now. I would become her slave and she my mistress at midnight

between Friday and Saturday, and we would resume our normal roles 24

hours later.

I told her I couldn't give her an answer until I had thought more about

it. I said I would have an answer for her the afternoon before the

switch would take place, but in the meantime we could plan as if we

would carry out her plan. She asked if I would like to try on the

bondage gear right now. I agreed, and we set out for the mural room.

On our way, she asked if we could temporarily reverse roles while we

were in the mural room, just so we would have a feel for what would

occur in the basement. I asked her how she would want to be addressed.

After a few seconds, she answered "Mistress Carrie." I asked her if she

would address me as Slave, and she said she would come up with better

names for me than that, but for now let's assume I would be called "Fuck

Toy" to start with. That didn't give me a warm feeling about the

arrangement, but I decided to go along for now. Since Carrie was not

allowed in the basement, I had her tell me where the bondage gear was

located, and I agreed that once I returned to the mural room from the

basement we would reverse roles for as long as it took to evaluate the

gear.

When I found the bondage gear downstairs, I found other equipment in the

same drawer, that made me think perhaps I was being played for a sucker.

I decided to bring the whole drawer upstairs, and see where this would

go. Returning to the mural room, I set the drawer down on the console,

and assumed the Waiting Pose. She said, "What are you waiting for, Fuck

Toy, strip!"

I answered "Yes, Mistress Carrie," as I started to undress. She

immediately told me to keep quiet unless I was told to speak. She said

if we had been downstairs just now, I would have earned my first

punishment for speaking without permission under formal speech rules.

Then I knew she would really get into this role reversal, if I permitted

it.

I stripped as fast as possible, and again assumed the Waiting Pose.

Carrie started pulling the gear from the drawer and putting it on me.

Each item was nothing but a heavy leather belt with different attach

points along its length, and a small lock that would prevent removal

without a key. She attached my collar, tightened it until it was a

little too snug, and locked it, then did the same with the belt, then

the wrist and ankle manacles. When she had everything on me, she said

she didn't like the long loose ends of the belts, they would get in the

way. She attached my wrists behind my back and told me to assume the

Waiting Pose while she went to get a pencil and some scissors, to mark

and trim the belts.