Carrie walked up to me and asked me if I got any sleep. I said a few

hours. She asked me if I was ready for the day. I said I was, and asked

her how I was doing. She said I was her hero, her superman, her god, her

lover. I said, "That good, huh?" She laughed and said that I was under

formal speech for being a smart ass.

Resuming her stern Mistress persona, she examined my rubber and said

apparently I didn't have any wet dreams. She said there was some

unfinished business from last night, then she retrieved the 5 rubbers

full of cum from last night. She brought them, and the glass of my cum,

and set them on the headrest beside my head. One by one, she untied each

rubber, squeezed its contents into the glass, then inverted the rubber

and put it in my mouth for final cleaning. When we had processed all 5

rubbers, the glass was more than half full. She told me to open my

mouth, and acted like she was going to pour some of it in me. Then she

smiled and said No, she wanted to see how much we had at the end of the

day. She discarded the rubbers and put the glass back on her table.

Releasing me from the bed, she attached my wrists at the side of my

belt. Grabbing my dildo, she asked if my ass was sore. I nodded. Very

sore? I shook my head. She steered me back to the punishment area. When

I saw her repositioning her camera, I knew what was coming. I told

myself that after the day's end flogging, I could take anything she

wanted to give me.

Sure enough, she positioned me with my ass hanging off the platform, and

attached my belt and collar to the floor. Then she moved my arms out to

my sides and attached my wrists to the floor. With the ropes on my ankle

belts, she raised my legs until they were perpendicular to the floor and

spread at 90 degrees. She showed me the flog, and said this flogging

would be as severe as the ones she received at the organization. I

smiled at her and nodded my head.

As she was about to strike, she paused. She said she didn't want to hit

my cock or balls, so she got the cage and put it on me again. Then she

picked up the flog and started. I resisted for a long time, but began to

think it would never stop. When my tears started, my resistance

evaporated, and I was soon crying and screaming. Once I asked her to

please stop, and she said that was the last free outburst I would get,

to keep quiet of pay the consequences. Finally she stopped, then sat on

the stage and watched me. She had a tear in her eye. She was very near

my outstretched hand, and I wiggled my fingers. She put her hand in

mine, and I held it and looked at her until she was ready to release me.

Turning off the camera, she removed the cage from my cock and balls.

After releasing me from the floor, she reattached my wrists behind my

back and led me to the toilet. She gave me a normal cool water enema and

made me hold it for about 15 minutes while she played with my nipples

and my cock. Then she removed the rubber, let me eliminate my waste, and

put the rubber back on. After using the bidet, I was told to stand still

with my legs spread. She produced the ball clamp and installed it on me.

She watched my face as she tightened it, and stopped when I winced. Then

she tightened it a little more, but not nearly as much as the first time

she used it. She laughed and gently tapped my balls, making me cringe.

"You can take it, big boy," she said.

She steered me to the rails, installed me, and removed the dildo from my

ass. After retrieving the flog, she stood behind me and said "You know

the drill," Then she struck. Added to the pain I was already feeling on

the insides of my thighs, the additional pain was much worse that the

first time she had done this. I was crying and moaning in no time at

all, but I didn't make any vocalizations. When she finished, she put the

vibrator in my ass and switched it on. She told me this time she wanted

me to wait 20 minutes, and then I could come. She said she would tell me

when the 20 minutes were up, and in the meantime she would caress my ass

and thighs. Her caresses really did ease the pain, but I didn't know if

that was a physical or a mental effect on my part. Anyway, I was

grateful she did it for me. I was trying my best to keep my mind off of

the vibrator, and soon she told me I could come. I shook my head No, and

she smiled. She asked if I wanted to try for 30 minutes. I nodded, and

she continued caressing me. At 30 minutes I did come, and there was more

pain than pleasure due to the ball clamp. She saw the pain on my face,

and commented that the ball clamp was not what she would consider a sex

aid, it was more of a sex avoidance aid. She said she wanted me to keep

it on a little longer, but she would not put it on me again unless I

really pissed her off. Then she laughed.

After removing the vibrator and replacing it with the dildo, she

released me and reattached my wrists behind my back. She steered me to

the Master's area and led me onto the rug. After I was positioned in the

Learning Pose, she knelt in front of me and milked the last cum from my

cock. After removing the rubber, she again cleaned my cock with her

fingers, then had me lick her fingers. Following her usual procedure,

she emptied the rubber into the glass, then had be clean the rubber in

my mouth. Finally she retaped the rubber on my cock.

She told me today's breakfast was tomato soup, right after my mistress

had her breakfast. She took a bowl of fruit from the refrigerator, sat

in front of me, and talked to me about my performance while she slowly

ate the fruit. She said she was very displeased that I had spoken

without permission while she was flogging my thighs. And to make it

worse, I had begged her to stop flogging me. She said that was a big

failing in an otherwise admirable training session. She asked me if I

understood that I would be whipped until I bled if that happened again.

I nodded that I understood.

When she was finished with her breakfast, she reached out and slapped my

balls lightly, getting a wince and a groan from me. She smiled and said

I was a wussy. Then she prepared my tomato soup. After the hose was down

my throat, she again poured the whole bowl into the funnel. It drained

faster than the mushroom soup, and I still had a little breath left when

she pulled the hose out. I expected another French kiss, which is

probably why I didn't get one this time.

She had me stand up, slapped my balls one more time, and asked me if I

was sure I wanted the clamp removed. I nodded vigorously, then she asked

what if I knew that my Mistress wanted it to remain on me? She told me

to respond. I thought about our agreement, but decided that was the

wrong answer, and there was only one right answer. I said, "Mistress

Carrie, if the Mistress wishes the ball clamp to remain on its Fuck Toy,

then the ball clamp should remain on as long as the Mistress wishes,

Mistress Carrie."

"Right answer, Slave," she said, and removed the clamp. Then she stared

at my crotch for awhile, and finally said she was thinking of removing

all the hair from my crotch area. She said that wussies were usually

hairless, only real men had crotch hair. That made me really

uncomfortable, but I tried not to show any reaction, I knew that she

would do it if she wanted to. And if she wanted to do it, I knew I would

let her. She wasn't going to let it drop though, she wanted to know what

her Fuck Toy thought about having a hairless crotch. I told her that the

Slave's opinion didn't matter, the Mistress should do whatever would

improve the Slave's submission and obedience. She thought about it, then

said it would not be done during this training session, but it would

definitely be done at our next training session. She looked me in the

eye when she said that, and I knew she was making me a promise, if I

ever agreed to do this again.

My Mistress attached the nipple clamps to her Slave, and tightened them

until they hurt. She found a short length of light chain, and attached

the two clips together with the chain. Then she hung the small vibrator

from the chain and turned it on. She had me walk around the room for

awhile, and asked me how the clamps and vibrator felt. I told her there

as more pleasure than pain. She asked if I would be able to come from

just that amount of stimulation, and I said I didn't think so. She then

asked me, if I wanted to come from just that level of stimulation, how

would I try to do it. I told her I would try to use my mind to think of

exciting scenarios or memories, and try to integrate the sensations in

my nipples into those thoughts. She asked me if that process would be

easier if I were moving or stationary. I said it might be easier if I

were moving, because there would be more stimulation at my nipples. She

asked if it would be easier blindfolded or not blindfolded. I told her I

thought it would be easier if I had something really sexy to look at.

She asked if she would do as something really sexy, and I told her she

was the sexiest woman I had ever seen.

She asked me if she thought I could come within 15 minutes, just from

the stimulation of the vibrator on my nipples, if I were dancing with my

Mistress and were free to look at my Mistress in any way I chose. I said

I didn't know, I had never tried anything like that before, but it was

possible. She asked if my mistress should be clothed as she is now, or

should be naked. I suggested we try it both ways. She went out the exit

door, and in a minute I heard our favorite radio station playing through

the room speakers. She soon returned, kicked off her shoes, and held out

her arms. She said, "The clock is running, you have 15 minutes. You will

be punished if you fail." I gulped, then started dancing with her. She

was looking at my face and smiling. I was looking at her face, her

breasts, the curve of her hip, her thighs where they disappeared into

her shorts, everything. Every part of her was sexy to me. After a minute

I felt my cock stirring, and soon it was hard. I began thinking back to

the shared experiences that turned me on the most. What worked the best

were memories of her kissing, sucking, and biting my nipples. The

buzzing in my nipples caused by the vibrator helped to amplify those

memories. Soon I felt my cock twitch a few times, then a minute later I

felt an orgasm starting. I looked her in the eye and smiled. She grinned

at me, and watched my dick. When I came, she came with me. While my cock

was still undergoing the last spasms of my orgasm, she told me I was on

the road to controlling my orgasms as she could.

I volunteered to try it again, with my Mistress naked this time. She

said maybe later. She removed my vibrator and nipple clips. She said it

was time for a rubber cleaning, and steered me to the Master's area with

my ever-present dildo. We went through the usual ritual, then she put a

new rubber on my cock. I noticed that my glass was nearly two thirds

filled. She saw me looking at the glass, laughed, and said the scene

where I drink that glass of cum was going to be our favorite scene from

my training movie.

She said we were going for a walk outside. She reattached my wrists

behind my back, puled a long string out of her pocket, knelt in front of

me, and tied it tightly around my balls. She said this was my new

steering device, its method of directing me shouldn't require

explanations. She pulled the dildo out of my ass, had me clean it in my

mouth, then dropped it on the floor. Holding my string, she started

walking toward the other end of the room. When the string got tight, I

started following her. she took me to the toilet area, and had me kneel

for an enema. When the enema bag had drained, she removed the tube, then

did something unexpected. She shoved her butt plug into my ass, and

seated the fingers in my ass crack. She then had me stand up, and said

she hoped I was comfortable, because I would stay like this for hours

while we were walking. She showed me that she had about half a dozen

rubbers in her pocket. She said we probably wouldn't return until all of

those were filled.

Leading me to the door, she picked up her bag and then unlocked the

door. We went through, and she led me up the stairs. In the mural room,

she reminded me that the training session was still in progress, and I

was still under formal speech rules. She led me to the bathroom and

covered my body with sun block, then she covered all of her exposed

surfaces with the sun block. With my eyes downcast, I could still see

what she was doing, and I wished she had asked me to do that for her, I

had a craving to touch her body again. She used the toilet and the

bidet, dried herself, and led me to the bedroom, where she put a pair of

my walking shoes on my feet. I noticed it was only 8:30 AM, I had over 9

more hours of training to go through. Then we went to the exit door.

She left me at the door, tied to the table by my string, and returned in

a few minutes with a packed lunch, blanket, backpack frame, canteen, and

her kit bag. As I watched, she secured her bag, the blanket, and the

lunch basket to the frame. She unfastened my wrists and had me put on

the backpack and secure the straps. Then she hung the canteen around my

neck, unfastened my ankle straps and reattached them at the tops of my

thighs. Finally she attached my wrists to the thigh straps, opened the

door, and led me outside by my string.

She led the way up the hill, walking fast enough to keep my string taut

and constantly tugging on my balls. After a few minutes they started to

ache, but not nearly as bad and the clamp caused. As if aching balls

weren't enough of a problem on a hike, I started feeling intestinal

cramps from the enema. They were mild and easily ignored, but I doubted

they would stay that way. When we reached our second stop, I was praying

she would stop or turn right, but she turned left. She was taking me to

the highest spot we had visited, a long uphill hike.

After an eternity, we got to the intermediate stop on the way to the

hilltop. She didn't even pause. My aching balls and cramping intestines

were now demanding my attention, but there was nothing I could do except

follow the string. Once I stumbled on some loose rock, and almost fell.

I was hoping she would realize how vulnerable I was if I should fall,

with my hands bound at my sides and my balls tied and exposed. All she

did is look back and tell me to be more careful. But she did seem to

slow down a little after that.

Eventually we got to the top of the hill. While I was still standing, my

Mistress took the blanket from my pack and spread it. Then she took the

picnic pack and set it at the far corner of the blanket. She had me

assume the Learning Pose at the opposite corner, still wearing the

backpack with her kit bag. She walked behind me and took the sun block

from her kit bag, then took off her shoes and socks and walked to the

middle of the blanket. With her back to me, she removed her shorts and

applied sun block to her belly, upper thighs, and ass. She then knelt

and removed her top. She applied the sun block to her shoulders and

breasts. Then she got up and walked over to me. Releasing one of my

wrists, she put sun block in my hand and knelt with her back to me.

Holding her hair out of the way, she had me apply the sun block to her

back. It took every ounce of my willpower not to caress her ass, but I

knew the consequences would be severe.

She reattached my wrist, then lay down in the center of the blanket on

her back, acting like she was sunbathing alone. After a few minutes she

picked up the end of my string in her fingers. She started idly wrapping

it around her fingers, and seeming to play with it, until soon she had

taken up all the slack and was tugging on my balls. Still not looking at

me, she said "I bet that feels pretty uncomfortable by now." After

pausing, she added, "And I bet that enema is asking to be let out by

now, too." Then she propped her self up on her elbows, her breasts

swaying seductively. She said, "I bet my Slave would like to take that

backpack off for awhile, am I right?" I vigorously nodded.

She got up and walked over to me on her knees, but all she did was take

the canteen from around my neck and return to the center of the blanket.

Turning to face me, she took a long drink from the canteen, and

commented about how cold the water was. She capped the canteen and set

it down beside her, then stretched out on her back again. She was quiet

for so long I thought she was asleep. Between thinking about my aching

balls and my cramping guts, it occurred to me that her pistol was in the

bag on my back. I smiled at that evil thought, and she asked me what was

so funny. She had been looking at me all along. She hadn't told me to

reply, so I kept quiet.

After a minute, she said Ok, I was on informal speech rules, and there

would be no retaliation, she just wanted to know what I was thinking

that made me smile. I told her that my balls ached, and my intestines

were cramping badly, but there was a pistol in the backpack, if only I

could get to it. She got on her knees again, walked over to me. She

pressed her body against mine, put her arms around my neck, and gave me

a long passionate kiss, which I greedily returned. She asked me who

would do that for me if I shot her. Smiling, I said they were lined up

around the block to do that for me. She laughed and kissed me again. I

asked her why she thought it was her I wanted to shoot, when I was the

one who needed to be put out of my misery.

She asked me if I was miserable right now. I said I was happy looking at

her and talking to her, it was my body that was in misery. She asked if

I was too miserable to fuck her, and I said I was never too miserable

for that, but would she please untie my balls before she made me fuck

her. She took issue with me saying she was "making me" fuck her. I told

her I always wanted to fuck her, but it was obvious to both of us that

she was in complete control of my body now, so that was why I used those

words. I told her that if I didn't want to fuck her - and that would

never be the case - she actually could "make me" do it just by telling

me to. Such was the complete submission and obedience she had obtained

from me now.

She asked me if I would comply with her wish that I fuck her even if she

didn't untie my balls. I said of course I would, I would have no choice.

She asked why I would have no choice. I said because she was my Mistress

and I was her Slave, and I owed her my total obedience. She said I was

just saying that because I knew it was the right answer. I said I wasn't

stupid, of course I knew it was the right answer. But all she had to do

to test me was tell me to fuck her with my balls still tied, and I would

do it until I couldn't do it any more, or until she told me to stop. A

tear came to her eye, and she said she believed me. She untied my balls,

then unfastened my wrists and helped me remove the pack. She smiled and

said that I could reach the gun now if I still wanted to. I smiled and

said this Slave hoped its Mistress understood that it was only joking

about the gun.

She asked me what I wanted to do about the enema. I took both of her

hands in mine and said, "Carrie, the only thing that matters here today

is what you want. What do you want to do about the enema?" Now tears

were running down her face. She asked if the enema was causing me pain,

and I said Yes, it was. She asked me why, then, I wasn't asking her to

let me release it. I said because I was willing to withstand the pain if

that was her wish. She asked why I asked to have the string removed from

my balls, didn't her wish count there? I said of course her wish

counted, but I asked to have the string removed because I thought it

would prevent me from giving her the fuck she deserved. Tying off a

man's balls affects his performance, aside from the pain issues.

She turned her back on me for a time, trying to regain her composure.

Then she tried to reclaim her role as my Mistress. She said it was my

Mistress' wish that her Slave fuck her while retaining the enema in its

body. I asked her what position my Mistress would like her Slave to use,

and she said we would do it with the Mistress on top, as we had done

earlier. I immediately lay down on my back and held my arms up in

welcome. She straddled me, inserted my already hard dick in her pussy,

and stretched out on top of me. Before sliding down, she kissed me on

the lips and told me I would make a good Slave some day. I told her I

had the best trainer there was, I was bound to become a good Slave.

She slid down and raised herself on her elbows. I found her nipples and

began stimulating them, and she smiled. I asked her if she wished for

her Slave to try to control its orgasm. She said No, she wished for her

Slave to have as many orgasms as possible, as often as possible, because

that was exactly what my Mistress was going to do. We fucked for perhaps

10 minutes, and I noticed that she had not yet come. I almost asked her

about it, but decided against it. About 5 minutes later, I felt the

onset of my first orgasm. when I came, she came also. I looked at her,

and she was grinning at me. I didn't lose my erection, and I kept

fucking her. A few minutes later she came, and with no warning I also

came. I didn't know what had happened. I looked at her, and she was

laughing. I asked her if she had caused that. She said the way she

thought it worked was that she was responsible for her orgasms and I was

responsible for mine, but she was still laughing. I thought sure I would

get soft after that, but I didn't. In about 5 minutes I again came with

no warning, and she came about a second later. She said she was late on

that one, and laughed again. I told her I was totally confused, and she

told me to stop thinking and keep fucking.

We had three more nearly simultaneous orgasms before my dick finally

went limp. She said she knew this Slave was a keeper, and she rolled off

of me. We looked at the rubber, and it was enormous. It was amazing it

hadn't broken. She had me roll over and get on my knees while she

carefully removed it. she told me to clean my cock with my fingers and

suck them clean. While I did that, she got out three more rubbers, and

divided the contents of the one overfilled one among the others, then

tied them all off. She got another unused rubber, put it on me, and

taped it all around.

She looked at me, and said business had been taken care of, would I

please lie beside her on the blanket and enjoy some post-coital

cuddling. We lay side-by-side and held hands. I told her I wanted to

apologize for speaking while I was being flogged. I said that I couldn't

have stopped myself from speaking at that moment, but I didn't really

mean to ask her to stop. She laughed, and asked me if I knew how many

times Slave Carrie had come close to doing the same thing. I told her I

remembered Slave Carrie speaking a number of times, but she never asked

me to stop. She said the truth is, the pain has to come out, and

eventually you will have no choice but to speak. And every time that

happens, the words that want to come out are "please stop" or something

similar. All you can do is intercept that urge and say something else

first, like "no, no," or "it hurts." Then your Master or Mistress will

tell you to shut up, and the moment will be safely past. Finally she

said, "Speak when you must, Slave, just never say 'please stop' again."

I said, "Yes, Mistress Carrie. Thank you for the explanation." I then

asked her if she could explain what happened to us when we were fucking.

She said she really couldn't explain it, but she thought that Carrie and

her Master - or Slave, as the case may be - are so close that they have

been on the verge of this capability for some time. All it took to make

the leap was for her partner to see things a certain way, and now things

might fall into place. Or they might not, this could have been a fluke.

I asked her if she thought it was a fluke. She smiled and said No, she

didn't. I asked her if that was why she wanted this role reversal. She

said it was one reason, but she couldn't explain it to her Master,

because she didn't really understand it herself.

My Mistress told me I could expel my enema now if I wished. I asked to

be allowed to hold it until we returned to the training room, as a

demonstration of my submission and obedience. "So ordered," she said.

"Now I will do something I find unpleasant, Slave. But I'm going to do

it anyway. The lunch that you carried up here is only for your Mistress.

There is nothing in the basket for a Slave in training to eat. However,

you may drink from the canteen if you wish, while your Mistress is

eating."

"Thank you for your kind offer, Mistress," I said, "but this Slave asks

to wait until it can drink from the Slave faucet in the training room."

She said that was so ordered too, and I should now assume the Learning

Pose on the blanket. But I could face away while she ate, if I wished

to. I told her I would enjoy looking at my Mistress, if that was

permitted. She looked in my eyes and said she enjoyed being under my

gaze. She clipped my wrists together behind my back, and told me to

assume the Pose wherever I liked. Then she stretched out and grabbed the

picnic basket, opened it, and began eating. While she ate, I looked a

her and she looked at me. We both smiled the whole time.