It seemed like she was gone for quite a while. When she returned, I was

surprised to see her dressed. She was wearing a white pair of very short

shorts and a white see-through blouse from her forbidden clothing pile.

The blouse was rolled up to just below her breasts and tied in the

front. It was unbuttoned and wide open all the way down to where it was

tied. Her nipples barely remained covered, but were clearly visible

through the filmy material. She also had on a sexy pair of black high

heels. She looked spectacular, and I couldn't help staring at her. She

saw me staring at her, and said I would have just earned my second

punishment, for raising my eyes without permission, if we were

downstairs. She said the clothing my Mistress chose to wear was not for

scrutiny by the Slave, and I had better keep my eyes to myself or I

would be punished. I lowered my eyes immediately, and was impressed with

her ability to begin manipulating me so soon. I knew for sure I would be

in for a tough time if I let her get me in the basement.

She proceeded to mark and cut the loose ends from my collar, belt, and

wrist manacles. While she was working right next to me, it was all I

could do to avoid looking at her in those sexy clothes. But I knew she

would be watching my eyes for just such a slip-up. When she went to mark

and trim the ankle bonds, I thought of a suggestion that might help me

to get on her good side and also find out if she was trying to trick me.

But I couldn't speak without permission, so I cleared my throat. She

looked up and asked me if I had something to say. I nodded, and she said

to say it quickly. I said, "Mistress Carrie, before you trim the ankle

manacles, you might want to fit them on your slave's thighs, Mistress

Carrie." She was puzzled, and told me to switch to informal speech and

tell my Mistress what the hell I was talking about.

Using as submissive a tone as I could, I suggested that she remove her

slave's ankle manacles and reattach them at the tops of the slave's

thighs, then she would find that she could connect the wrist manacles to

them, as another way of restraining her slave. She tried that, and was

very pleased with the result. She patted me on my ass and said I had

done well. Then she stuck two fingers in my asshole, and fucked my ass

for a few seconds while she smiled at me. She told me that the next time

she had two fingers up my ass, if I was permitted to speak, I would ask

her for three fingers instead. She asked me if I would remember that,

and I said I would. When she pulled her fingers out, she wiped them on

my ass. Without releasing my wrists, she then marked and cut the

ankle/thigh manacles.

Now was my chance. She had left me under informal speech rules, so I

asked, "Mistress Carrie, your Fuck Toy humbly asks his Mistress to

explain the functions of the other items in the drawer, Mistress

Carrie." She looked in the drawer, and didn't say anything for a moment.

Then she told me curtly that she didn't know what those items were, they

were just among a lot of bondage gear she had purchased. Again in my

most polite and humble voice, I asked her if she would like her Fuck Toy

to explain to his Mistress what her Slave thought the items were. She

said Ok, she would humor her slave a minute longer, to tell her what the

items were. Still using polite speech, I said those items only had one

use, and that was to torture the male slave's cock and balls. I asked

her if it was her intention to use those items on her Fuck Toy when we

were downstairs together. She said she hadn't thought about it, but now

that she knew what the items were used for, she wouldn't rule it out as

a possible punishment for misbehaving.

I asked her if she would like her Fuck Toy to demonstrate how those

items were used. She said to go ahead, and released my wrists. I first

demonstrated the cage that was used to trap the cock and balls, with the

cock pulled back and pushed down between the two balls, Then the cage

was tightly strapped in front and behind to the belt. This made it

excruciatingly painful if the slave were to get an erection. But it

still allowed urination, although it was very messy. I let her strap it

on me, to see if she would actually try to get me excited while I wore

it. When she had it in place and strapped tightly, she seemed upset by

its function. She quickly removed it and threw it back in the drawer.

I then showed her the device that trapped the balls tightly and squeezed

them. I told her it could be tightened to cause immediate severe pain,

or could be left relatively loose. In that case, the balls would soon

begin to ache, and the pain would get worse over a matter of an hour or

so, until it was excruciating for the slave. She put it on per my

directions, and tightened it until she saw me wince. She tightened it

more, until I was gasping and groaning, and left it in place. Then she

told me to stop whining and explain the cock rings. Fighting the pain, I

explained how a ring was fit snugly over a flaccid cock, then caused

extreme pain when the slave was given an erection. I told her that the

ring also made it hard to get rid of an erection after it was achieved,

because it trapped blood in the penis.

She had me try them on until I found one that was a snug fit. I said

that her slave recommended this ring. She said to remove it and replace

it with the next smaller ring. That ring was so tight on my cock, it was

hard to get on. When I had finally worked it over the head of the cock,

she brushed my hands aside, grabbed my cock at the head, and pulled

hard, making my limp cock longer and narrower. She quickly pushed the

ring all the way to the base of the cock. Smiling at me, she said, "See

how easy that was?"

She reattached my wrists to the manacles on my thighs, told me I was

under formal speech rules, knelt in front of me, and started giving me a

blowjob. In no time she had me hard, and it hurt like hell. As soon as I

was rock hard, she stopped stimulation me and stood up. "The slave will

definitely receive more of this treatment downstairs," she said. She

stood back and looked at my cock for awhile, then said, "You were right,

Fuck Toy, it does make your erection last. Perhaps it would allow you to

fuck your Mistress longer if you always wore this ring, or perhaps the

next smaller sized ring."

She then grabbed my stiff cock with her hand, and began walking around

the room, pulling me after her. I had little choice but to follow her.

The mural room was not large, so she was limited to walking me in

circles. After making 3 circles, she stopped and pressed her body

against me, still firmly gripping my cock. She gave me a long,

passionate kiss, then asked me how it felt to be kissed while she had

control of my cock. I told her it made her Fuck Toy feel very submissive

and under his Mistress' control, just what she had said she felt like

when I held her labia.

She said she needed to know how the devices I wore would affect my

performance, so she was going to finish the blowjob now. She knelt and

began working on me again. Surprisingly, my cock got even harder, and

the pain in both my cock and my balls became severe. I was groaning, but

I was determined I would not speak again without permission. At one

point she cupped her hand under my balls and lightly slapped them. When

she did that, I couldn't hold back my tears, and she stopped the

slapping when she noticed. She worked on me slowly with her lips and

tongue for nearly 20 minutes, and then I finally exploded in her mouth.

I felt a lot more pain than pleasure at the orgasm.

Rather than swallowing my cum as she usually did, she kept a mouthful.

My cock was still spurting when she stood up, put her arm around my

neck, put her lips to mine, and pushed the cum from her mouth into mine.

She immediately broke the kiss and told me not to swallow until I was

given permission. Then she went back to my cock with her hand and began

stroking me, trying to get me to ejaculate as long as I could. When I

had no more to give, she kept her hold on my cock. She said she was

impressed that I was still maintaining my erection and it was obvious my

Mistress would get more use out her Slave's cock if it wore this ring.

She stood and watched my cock for a number of minutes, tapping it

occasionally, and then asked if I would like another blowjob right now.

I shook my head No, and she smiled. She dropped her pants, pulled out

the tampon, and leaned against the console. Smiling, she said, "In that

case, Fuck Toy, live up to your name and fuck your Mistress hard and

long, right now."

I walked up to her and slipped my cock into her pussy. When I started

stroking, the pain in both my cock and my balls was intense. My cock

seemed super sensitive to the friction between us, but instead of a

pleasant feeling it was very painful. I felt like the cock ring was

cutting into my cock, and wondered how long I could do this without

tearing or cutting my skin. She told me to go faster, and then the agony

in my balls overwhelmed everything else.

As my balls were slammed back and forth by the action of my hips, the

clamp was causing agonizing pains to shoot through my whole crotch. I

glanced at her face and saw that she knew how much pain I was in, but

she was not going to let me stop until I came again. It was nearly 30

minutes until I could come, and when I did it was the worst pain I have

ever felt. I cried out, or perhaps it was a scream. The pain shot

through my body each time my cock throbbed in ejaculation. Unmoved by my

agony, she said it was for sure that her Fuck Toy would be wearing this

equipment for most, if not all, of its training session. Then she smiled

at me and told me I had been a good boy, and I could now swallow my cum.

She had been holding me by my hips while I fucked her. She looked at my

face and told me I could raise my eyes and look up at my Mistress now.

We held one another's gaze for nearly a minute, then she put both her

arms around my neck and kissed me long and hard. She finally broke the

kiss, then freed my wrists, stepped back, removed her blouse and shoes,

and thanked me for permitting this trial run. I didn't want to say

anything I would later regret, but I wanted to give her a sense of my

immediate reaction. I pointed to my cum she had pumped on the floor, and

said, "Get on your knees and lick that up." She immediately kneeled down

and started licking the floor.

I told her to give me the key to open my bonds, and she stopped licking

the floor long enough to offer to remove them for me. I told her to shut

up, give me the key, and remain on her knees until I returned. I went

next door to the bathroom and immediately removed the clamp squeezing my

balls. That made them hurt even worse. My cock was still much too

engorged to remove the ring. I removed all the bonds, then got in the

shower and turned on the cold water. It was a shock, but eventually my

cock went limp enough that I could force the ring off. I got out of the

shower and toweled off, then sat on the edge of the tub trying to think

of what I should say to Carrie.

After awhile, I went back to the mural room and threw the bonds and

torture devices in the drawer. Carrie waited on her knees with her eyes

downcast. I asked her why the hell I would ever agree to 24 hours as her

slave, after what she had just shown me in only a few minutes? Keeping

her eyes downcast, she said she had wanted to give me an honest idea how

she would behave as my Mistress. Then she got bolder, and asked me if I

would have preferred that she felt my muscles and then told me how much

she looked forward to being fucked by her Fuck Toy. I told her I wasn't

in the mood for humor. She said she was totally serious when she said

she wanted me to experience all the things I had done to her. She added

that she was not trying to get pay back or revenge, and she had told me

the whole truth when she said she wanted us to re-experience what we had

gone through together, only from the other person's point of view.

I asked her why she had cock and ball torture gear, and why she hadn't

shown that to me before. I told her it looked like she was trying to

trick me into this 24-hour scenario, then stick it to me. She said that

wasn't true, she was being truthful that she just bought a bunch of

bondage gear, and those things were included. She could tell it was all

male stuff, so she had no use for it, and threw it in the drawer with

the spare restraints. She said that if I hadn't brought it up here, and

then offered to model it for her, it would have stayed in the drawer

forever. I asked her if she would use it again if we went through with

the role reversal. She said she would never put the basket back on me,

it was stupid. But she would use the ball clamp and cock ring, perhaps

for the full 24 hours. Then she said that she would also use the nipple

clamps, vibrators and dildoes on me, would flog me, would punish me with

a crop or whip for any errors or disobedience, and that the only food I

would get during the 24 hours would be the secretions from her pussy, my

own cum, plus whatever she decided to put in my stomach through a hose.

Then she asked if her intentions were clear now.

I told her there was no way now that I would grant her request. I

expected her to plead with me, but all she said was that she was sorry

it looked like she was trying to trick me, and she would understand if I

refused her request. I saw that she had cleaned the floor, so I told her

to get up, it was time for bed. She asked me if I wanted to take the

drawer back to the basement, and I said No, we would just leave it there

for now. She smiled at me and jumped to her feet.

I went into the bedroom and crawled into bed. She followed me, and said

very meekly that she needed to use the toilet and shower, and she needed

a new tampon. I told her she didn't need me for any of that, to go

dispose of the used tampon, then do whatever she wanted to, but I was

going to sleep. She said I was wrong, she did need me, and she stood in

the middle of the room with tears flowing down her cheeks. I said that

my balls ached and I probably wouldn't be able to use my cock without

pain for weeks, and she did that to me in less than an hour. Why should

I give a shit if she had to use the toilet, and why would I ever agree

to let her do that to me again for 24 hours? She said there was no

reason, except that I loved her and she had asked me to.

Cursing, I got out of bed and led her by the arm into the bathroom. I

told her to sit down and do what she needed to do. She sat, then put her

arms out to me and asked me to kiss her. I said I should go find a

clothespin and put it on her clit, after an hour she would have an idea

how I felt. She said she would gladly submit to that if that was her

Master's wish.

I knelt in front of her, took her hands, and told her I thought the idea

was for each of us to re-experience our shared training experiences,

only from the other person's point of view. She agreed that was the

idea. I then asked her if she could refresh my memory, because I

couldn't remember ever attaching torture devices to her labia or clit.

"And yet you just threatened to put a clothespin on my clit," she said.

"I'm angry with you," I said. "I've never tortured your clit, and have

no intention of torturing you at all. I wasn't threatening you, I was

saying that was what you deserved. Why did you do that to me?"

"Because you wanted me to," she answered.

"I hated it, Carrie. It hurt like hell. How could you think I would like

that done to me?"

"I didn't say you liked it, I said you wanted me to do it. If you didn't

want to experience those devices, why did you show me what they were and

how to use them?"

"Because I thought you already knew what they were, and you were trying

to get me into the basement for 24 hours and use them on me, and I

wanted you to admit that. By the way, you now say that is exactly what

you would do if I were stupid enough to let you. Do you know that

wearing those devices for 24 hours might cause serious damage to both my

cock and my balls? Don't you care? I thought you were getting some

regular use out of my cock." She said of course she cared, and she

didn't want to cause me any harm.

I pointed out that she was a submissive, but I was not, and everything I

experienced during the "trial run," as she called it, was unpleasant for

me. She asked if having my cock sucked and fucking her was unpleasant. I

told her that both had been unpleasant this time, because it hurt to

have an erection, it hurt like hell to come, and it hurt like hell to

have to fuck her for 30 minutes wearing those devices. I told her she

had my balls in agony for nearly an hour, and that is possibly the worst

pain a man can experience. She lowered her eyes and said she was sorry.

She paused, and then asked if I would consider a 24-hour role reversal

if the ball clamp and cock ring were not included. I told her I was

considering it seriously until she tortured me, now I had doubts I could

trust her. She said I could trust her, all she wanted was for us to

share one another's experiences, to remove the barriers between us

caused by her being submissive and me being dominant. I asked her if

that difference between us wasn't the thing that brought us together and

let us discover our mutual love.

She said everything I had said was true, but didn't I also think that

seeing our relationship from the other side would be a good thing? I

thought for a few seconds, and had to admit it would be good. She asked

if that meant I would agree to the 24 hours, and I said I wasn't ready

to agree, but I wasn't saying No. She thanked me, and offered to submit

to any painful or unpleasant thing I would like to do to her. I pointed

out that she had been with me in the basement when I threw away all of

her sex toys that had no use other than torturing the female body, so

how could she ask me now if I wanted to torture her? She said it would

only be fair, since I felt that she tortured me.

I said what she did to me was torture, and I wondered why it didn't seem

to her that she had tortured me. She said she knew she was hurting me,

but she thought she was helping me to experience something new, and

probably scary, and that was her goal, not torture. She said I knew I

was hurting her when I hit her with the flog or punished her with the

crop, why didn't I consider that to be torture? I admitted she was

right, it was the same thing, and for sure she had helped me experience

something new and scary. She said it was entirely up to me, but she

could assure me that the next time it wouldn't be so scary, and I might

begin to find pleasure with the pain.

I asked her if she was saying I should consider letting her use those

devices on me again? Again she said it was entirely up to me what we

did, or if we did anything at all. But from my responses, during the

time she was doing what I call torture, she thought I needed to

experience it again. We could set strict limits on how the devices were

used, and for how long, and she promised to follow any guidelines we

decided on. I looked at her for a long time, and said Ok, but I still

wouldn't have a final answer until the day before. She kissed me and

thanked me.

She then asked me if, aside from the torture devices, didn't I find a

lot of what she did to me unexpected, scary, and exciting? I said

practically everything she had done could be described like that. She

said that was perfect, that was exactly how she felt during her first

few days with me in the organization's training room. She said even

after it is no longer unexpected, total submission is still a little

scary and very exciting, and she wanted me to feel that also.

She asked me to please come into the shower with her, and she would

prove to me that I was still functional, and she promised I would feel

only pleasure, not pain. I said No, and she said she was asking me

because she loved me and wanted to make up for hurting me. She said this

was important to her, and she would beg for it on her knees if I wanted

to humiliate her. I said I doubted that it would be painless, but I

would let her try. She kissed me and thanked me, then jumped up and led

me to the shower. I stopped her before we got under the water, and told

her she would not come again until I gave her permission, and it might

be a very long time before that permission was given. She lowered her

eyes and said, "Yes, Master, your Slave will obey."

She was true to her word. Gently and carefully, she got me hard with her

mouth, then slowly fucked me. When I sensed I was about to come, the

memory of the pain I had felt the last time made me try to pull away

from her. But she held me and told me it would be all right, she would

take care of me. Other than feeling like I had come one too many times

already today, the sensation was very pleasant and pain free.

When we were ready to go to bed, she asked if I would restrain her. I

asked her if she really wanted to continue doing that, and she said it

was more important than ever tonight. After her brief role-playing as my

mistress, it was important that she be submissive for the next few days.

She said it was not up to her to tell her Master how to behave, but it

might also be wise if her Master was more controlling than usual for a

few days. That way both of us would reinforce our normal roles and avoid

possible confusion. I tied her on her back in bed. When I was lying next

to her, I stimulated her breasts and clit until she asked me to fuck

her. I then told her she was under formal speech rules until told

otherwise, rolled away from her, and turned off the lights.

As I was trying to get to sleep, I realized that I didn't want to leave

things like this, so I rolled back over, put my hand on her breast, and

told her I was sorry. I said I was still angry over what she had done,

and it was causing me to treat her more severely than I should. She

would be kept under formal speech rules for awhile, but I was rescinding

the ban on orgasms. Then I moved my hand to her pussy, caressed her

clit, and told her to cum. Of course she came at once. I kissed her on

the lips, told her Good Night, and went to sleep with my hand on her

breast.

When Philip made his appearance the next morning, Carrie remembered not

to speak. I told Philip the Slave had been commanded to silence, and

asked him to please prepare the usual breakfast for both of us, and we

would be in the dining room about 7:30. As Philip was leaving, he looked

at Carrie, and she smiled at him. I released her from the bed and led

her to the bathroom, where I refused to kneel in front of her while she

used the toilet. When it was my turn, she immediately knelt before me

and put her hands on my thighs. I sat and looked at her, but made no

move to touch her. Soon a tear fell from her eye. I told her I wasn't

sure if she was my Slave, or playing another role, but either way she

was to stand up and face the wall, I didn't care to see her tears. She

stood and turned away from me.

When we had both used the bidet, I clipped her wrists together behind

her back, then had her to take me to where she had left her housewear

and heels. With her properly dressed, I asked her if the designer of her

learning machine had given her any papers to describe how he had built

it. She answered formally that he had given her a schematic, listings of

the PC program, and a parts list. She told me where they were, in a

drawer in the basement. I put her in the Waiting Pose and went to get

the material. It occurred to me to wonder why I was interested in that

machine at this time, but something told me I shouldn't think about the

reason now. In the basement, I saw that she had organized everything

associated with building and furnishing the basement, and it was easy to

find what she had on the learning machine. I brought it upstairs and

left it in the bedroom, then led Carrie to breakfast.

After she was properly seated, I told her I was sure she wanted me to

feed her, therefore she would feed herself instead. I unclipped her

wrists and told her to begin eating. She smiled at me, and we both ate

breakfast in silence. When breakfast was finished, I led her back to the

bedroom, where I pushed her face-first onto the bed. Without using any

lubrication, I forced my way into her ass and began pounding her. She

soon began coming every few seconds. When I came, I stopped moving and

lay on top of her for a few minutes. I was resting my whole body on

hers, and I knew she must be uncomfortable. She had said she wanted to

be controlled, and that was what she would get today. After I had

recovered my breath, I rolled off of her and told her to suck my cock. I

had not refastened her wrists after breakfast, and that made it easier

for her to kneel and put her mouth over my cock. I still had not

recovered fully from last night, but she was very gentle and careful,

and had me on the verge of orgasm again in about 15 minutes.

I suddenly commanded her to get off of the bed and go to the bathroom. I

followed her, and told her to kneel. Then I masturbated in front of her,

and covered her hair, face and breasts with my cum. When I was finished,

I clipped her wrists together behind her back, and told her not to move

until I returned for her. She looked at me, smiled, and silently mouthed

"Thank you, Master."

While I kept Carrie waiting, I found Philip and told him we would set

out on our walk before lunch today. I asked him to fix us 2 sandwiches,

put them in the six-pack cooler along with two diet colas, and have it

and the full canteen on the table by the side door at 10:00. I also told

him that Carrie might prefer that he not see how she was dressed when we

left. Then I went back to my Slave.

Carrie was waiting as I had commanded. My cum had dried on her face and

breasts. I told her to get up, it was time for her aerobic exercises.

She got to her feet, and I led her to the exercise room. I attached the

leash to her collar, then freed her hands. While she put on her shoes

and socks, I told her not to touch herself with her hands, I didn't want

her to mess up the designs I had made on her body. After attaching the

leash to the rear of the elliptical trainer, I told her to start warming

up. I walked to the front of the machine, sat on the floor, and watched

her. I told her that cum looked good on her, I would let her wear it

more often. She smiled at me. After she had warmed up and stretched, she

started her exercise. I told her I didn't want her to talk to me nonstop

during her exercise today. After waiting for the disappointed look I

knew she would give me, I said I had another approach we would follow

today.

I told her I still would not give her an answer on the role reversal

question until the day before we had scheduled it, but I wanted to talk

through it now, while she exercised. We would both say all we had to

say, then we would not speak of it again until I gave her my decision.

She nodded, then I told her she was on informal speech rules, to make

her case. she asked me if I would first tell her what my reservations

were. I said that was easy, I knew I would hate it, and I wasn't sure I

could trust her not to do me harm. She asked what else, and I said that

was it. She said there was at least one more reason, and she wanted to

hear me say it. I looked at her silently for a long moment, then I said

"I'm afraid. I'm afraid I'll like being submissive, I'm afraid you'll

like being dominant, I'm afraid our partnership will be damaged, and I'm

afraid to submit to your control. Is that what you wanted me to say?"

"Yes, Master," she said. "Do you remember when we met in the waiting

room at the organization, and I told you I was afraid? Do you remember

what you told me?"

"I told you we would give you cause for fear. Is that what you're

telling me, Carrie, that you want to make me afraid? I thought you

wanted me to agree to this."

"Fear is not necessarily bad, Master. What matters is how you respond to

fear. When I walked into your training room, I knew nothing about you, I

only had a vague idea what would be done to me, but I was sure the first

steps in my training would be to terrorize me and make me think I had

walked into hell. Fear doesn't begin to describe how I felt the first

few hours we were together. But I overcame my fear, and now I'm exactly

where I want to be, with the man I love and belong to.

"You know me very well, and you know you can trust me. You're just using

that as an excuse, because I surprised you with the level of control I

was willing to impose on you last night. You also know what I will do to

you while I control you. No, you don't know exactly what I will do,

neither do I. But you know the range of treatment you will receive. If I

could walk into that room not having any idea how I would be treated,

you can do it when you have a very good idea how I will treat you.

Your strongest reason to refuse, Master, was your first one. If you know

now that you will hate acting submissive, you should refuse my request.

I want you to experience slave training from the point of view of a

willing submissive, someone who is eager to obey and learn, as I was.

And I want to experience it as a dominant trainer, as you did. If we

can't do that, we won't have the sharing of experience I want for us,

and this will all be a waste of time. And don't fear that you will want

to stay submissive and I will want to stay dominant. That won't happen,

and I think you know that both of us are what we want to be right now."

I said, "Let's talk about the ball clamp and cock ring. My conditions

are that both will not be applied at the same time, and neither will be

left on longer than an hour. Once either is removed, whether or not it

was applied for a full hour, neither will be used again for two hours.

Also, the ball clamp will not be tightened beyond the first point that I

feel pain. After an hour at that setting, I'll be feeling plenty of

pain, if that is your goal. You will use the cock ring that I originally

selected, and not the next smaller size you chose instead. Do you accept

those limitations?"

"Yes, Master," she said. "Do you wish to impose any limitations on my

use of vibrators and the nipple clamps?" I told her the nipple clamps

would never be tightened more than necessary to keep them from falling

off, and pointed out that was how I had used them on her.

"How about flogging and whipping, Master?" I said I would trust her not

to flog me harder than I normally flogged her, and to use a crop rather

than a whip for punishment, and then only when a rule was broken or a

command was disobeyed. She said she agreed to everything.

I told her that what she had agreed to was a binding agreement between

us, as important as our partnership. She asked if that meant I was

agreeing to submit to her control. I said she would still not get my

answer until next Friday afternoon. We would not speak of this again

until then, and in the meantime we would try to forget the subject, and

live our lives as we had before the subject came up. She said she agreed.

I had not been watching the time carefully, and I now saw that she had

exercised 5 minutes too long. I told her to start her cool down. She

asked if she could please stay on informal speech rules. I said she

could, but if she brought up the subject of our role reversal again, she

would be on formal speech until next Friday. She thanked me.