When Carrie finished lunch, she put everything away in the basket, then

put her watch on the ground in front of me, and said to wake her in an

hour. The time then would be nearly 11:30. I asked her if she would mind

her Slave admiring her body while she slept. She said she would like

that, then she stretched out and closed her eyes. I was very thirsty,

but had turned down an offer of water. My intestines were in agony, but

I had turned down an offer to relieve the pain. My legs were going to

sleep. Looking at Carrie, I considered myself a lucky man.

At the time she had told me to, I said softly, "Mistress Carrie, time to

wake up." She immediately woke up and looked at me. She smiled and

thanked me. After taking a long drink of water, she stood up and walked

around the clearing. She asked me if I wanted to stretch before I butt

fucked her. I told her my legs were asleep, I didn't know if I could

stand. she came behind me and helped me stand. I could put my weight on

my legs, but I couldn't take a step. She held me while I shook my legs

to restore the circulation. As soon as I felt able, I thanked her and

told her I could stand on my own. I hobbled around the clearing for

awhile until full feeling was restored.

She said she was afraid both of us would go to sleep, which is why she

left me in the Learning Pose while she slept. I thought to myself that

it was unlikely I would go to sleep with this pain in my gut. She did a

few jumping jacks, which were amazing to watch, then got on all fours

and told me she was ready. I asked her if I was to perform with my hands

clasped behind my back. She asked if that was a problem, and I said No,

if that was my Mistress' wish. She again told me she was ready. I knelt

behind her and tried to get my cock in her ass, but we were at different

heights. It would have been easy with even one hand free, but I couldn't

make the connection. Finally, she gave an exasperated groan, reached

behind her, roughly grabbed my cock, and guided it into her ass. "Can

you take it from here, or would you like some more help?" she asked. I

thanked her and told her I could handle the rest of the job.

Actually, it was hard to fuck her like that, with nothing to hold to. I

came close several times to tipping forward onto her. I knew that would

be a bad thing, she seemed to have waked up grumpy and probably would

not see any humor in me falling on top of her. After a while I got the

hang of it, and things proceeded smoothly. To whatever extent she had

synchronized our orgasms before, she seemed to have no interest in that

now. She came over a dozen times while I was still trying to keep my

balance. I wasn't sure what had affected her mood, but I resolved to be

the best Slave I could for her, and let things take their own course.

Eventually I came, but I kept pumping her. She looked back over her

shoulder and smiled at me. She said I still felt hard, and I said I was.

She said she was going to lie down, and for me to follow her down and

keep fucking.

I said, "No, Mistress, I can't support myself, all of my weight will be

on you."

"Are you refusing a command, Slave?" she said. I told her I would do

anything she asked, I just didn't want to hurt her. She said it was the

Mistress' job to think, and the Slave's job to obey or be punished. She

started to walk her hands forward, and I leaned into her and followed

her down. As soon as she was prone and I was lying on top of her, I

began pounding her ass with renewed strength. After a minute she was

moaning. She said she wanted to come with me the next time. I told her I

would say when I felt it coming. She said not to speak, she would know

when. And the next time she came first, I would know without being told.

In only a few minutes I came, and she matched me perfectly. She laughed

and said I was crushing her, but this was the way she wanted to die, not

to stop for anything. She said she would start the process this time,

and my body would know immediately when she was coming and would match

her. That's exactly what happened. I had no idea she was coming until I

came myself. This was the most amazing thing I could have imagined, and

I wondered how many couples in the world - hell, in the universe - had

discovered this. It must be pheromones, that's the only explanation that

made any sense. I told her my idea, and she said we shouldn't analyze

it, we should just do it. Of course she was right.

I suddenly realized that, although my intestines were still in agony, it

was no longer a problem for me. The pain was in a compartment that I

could visit, or shut the door on. I actually felt good, lying on top of

the most amazing woman in the world. She owned me, and I owned her, and

we had found something beyond any price. I came again, and she matched

me perfectly. She looked around at me, smiling, and said we should stop,

the rubber will burst. I asked her who cared, and her smile went away.

She said my Mistress cared. I immediately stopped. She walked back up on

her hands until I could go vertical and take my weight off of her. She

turned around and unclasped my hands, then carefully removed the rubber.

I again cleaned off my cock and ate the residue.

This time she used all the rubbers she had left, and they were all

overfilled when she redistributed the volume of cum. She asked me where

I kept all of this stuff, it couldn't come from those two average size

balls. I told her we shouldn't analyze it, we should just do it. She

laughed.

I asked her if I had done anything to make her angry. She said I hadn't

done anything wrong. While I was becoming a perfect Slave for her, she

was having a harder time being my stern Mistress. She wanted the role

reversal to be over. I told her she was in charge, she could end it any

time she wished. Then, if she decided later she hadn't had enough, we

could do it again. She looked at me and asked if I would really consider

doing this again. I said I would do it any time she asked. She said I

was amazing, and I thanked her.

She asked me about the glass of cum, and the balloons. Would I still

drink all of that if she called it off now? I said I had no idea what

that was about, I never made her eat or drink her own cum except

incidentally, when she kissed me after I had eaten her out. But if it

was important to her for me to do that, I would. She looked me in the

eye, and said, "You would really do that, wouldn't you?" I said Yes, I

would do anything for her. She said in that case I wouldn't have to, we

would just pour it out. I asked her why she thought of doing that in the

first place. She said it was the worst thing she could think of asking

me to do, and if I would do that, she knew I would do anything for her.

I asked her if she wouldn't always have doubts if I didn't go through

with it. She handed me all of the rubbers she had, and said, "Here, eat

this and we'll call it even." I ate it.

When I finished, she handed me the canteen. She said, "The role reversal

is completed, Master, have some water, and then let your Slave remove

your bonds." While I was drinking, she dove into her picnic basket and

pulled out a sandwich and an apple. I inhaled both while she removed my

bondage gear. Then I went to the edge of the clearing and she popped out

my butt plug. When I was finished expelling everything, she came to me

with all of the napkins from the picnic basket, and wiped my ass clean.

She said before we left, there was one thing she had wanted to do all

day. She pushed me down on the blanket and gave me a long, slow blow

job. When she finished, she told me with a grin that I tasted like

rubber. Then we lay side by side and hugged each other for a long time.

I thanked her for pushing me to do the role reversal, and she thanked me

for having the courage to go through with it. We agreed that it was a

highlight of our relationship, we were more in love than ever, and each

of us was profoundly enslaved to the other. But, Carrie pointed out, I

was the Master, and she was the Slave.

We were both very tired, and worried about going to sleep out here, so

we agreed to pack up and go home. We got everything together and started

putting the items back on the frame. Before I stowed the picnic hamper,

Carrie asked if she could put her clothes in there and stay naked like

her Master. I agreed. After we had both put on our shoes, she asked if

she could wear the back pack, but I put it on myself, then we walked

home. Everywhere the trail width allowed it, we walked side by side and

arm in arm. There was a lot of kissing, caressing, and hand holding, but

somehow we got back to the house without any stops.

Back at the house, after we had separated the bondage gear from the

picnic gear, I had her take all of it back to the basement. I took her

clothes and the blanket to the laundry room, dropped off the picnic

basket in the kitchen, then dropped her kit bag in the bedroom. When I

joined her in the basement, she was straightening up and putting things

away. I picked up the glass of cum, and we poured it in the toilet

together and flushed it. I asked her where her bondage gear was, and she

said it was on the console in the mural room. I told her to take my

bondage straps and put them beside hers.

Carrie said she would like to put her crop on the floor next to mine,

but I said we would hang both of them up on the wall again. They had

their uses, occasionally. She asked if that meant I might whip her again

someday. I told her she could count on it, but she must never do

anything intentionally to force me to punish her. When the time was

right for her to feel the flog or the crop, we would both know it. She

agreed, and kissed me.

We turned out the lights, then walked through the door together, hand in

hand. Upstairs, we attended each other on the toilet and bidet, then

took a long whirlpool bath together. It was 6:30 when we emerged into

the bedroom.

Carrie said she would fix dinner, then we could spend the evening in

bed. We went to the kitchen together, naked, and I helped her with

dinner. We decided to take everything to the bedroom and have dinner

there on the table. When we had eaten, I held out my hand to Carrie, she

took it, and I led her to bed.

After we were temporarily satiated with sex, we talked more about the

experiences of the last 24 hours. At one point I asked Carrie if she

wanted to continue wearing her slave bonds in the house, and if she

wanted to be restrained in bed and during meals. She said she wasn't as

worried as she had been about that. She knew now that there was no

danger that she would ever want to dominate me, she had to work hard to

be my Mistress for a day, and even then the facade broke down several

times. She said we should just be together and let our partnership

evolve. With a devilish grin, she added, "and have sex as often as

possible."

She asked me how I felt about my experience as a submissive. I said I

didn't enjoy it, but I would do it again for her, any time she wanted.

She said that it seemed like I was really into it, she had thought I

enjoyed it. I replied that was the whole idea of playing a role for the

other person, and that I didn't know she was struggling to be my

Mistress. What she described as breaks in the facade, I had interpreted

as compassion, which every dominant should be capable of expressing at

times.

As tired as we both were, we didn't want to stop talking. I think we

were both reluctant to sleep, because in a sense we couldn't sleep and

still be together. But eventually we were both exhausted, and fell

asleep in each other's arms.

I awoke suddenly to find Carrie lying on top of me. That wasn't unusual,

except my erect cock was in her. I was pretty sure we had been fucking,

but I was also pretty sure I wasn't awake while it was happening. I put

a hand on her arm and shook her gently. She awoke with a start, then

smiled when she saw my face. I asked her if we had been fucking. She

said Yes, for weeks now, and it was wonderful. I told her I was talking

about right now, and she said I just woke her up, she didn't know what I

meant.

I asked Carrie what she felt in her pussy, and a smile of recognition

came to her face. "Why Master," she said, "have you been fucking me in

my sleep? You should have waked me up, you know I'm eager to have sex

with you any time." I told her I had been asleep myself, and it sure

looked like we were fucking in our sleep. She laughed, and said that

didn't seem very likely, she didn't understand the joke. I said it was

no joke. I carefully rolled her off of me and gently inserted my finger

in her pussy. Pulling it out, I put it up to her nose and asked her what

it was. With a devilish grin, she took my finger in her mouth and

cleaned it off. When she released it, she said I was right, we had been

fucking, then she asked me what it meant. I told her not to worry, we

would figure it out.

It was only 5:45 AM, but I felt rested and very hungry. Carrie said she

was ready for a giant breakfast, so we decided to start our day. In the

bathroom, we went through our familiar ritual of attending to one

another at the toilet and bidet. Then we took a long, hot shower

together. Carrie was very apologetic about the lingering marks from her

crop on my chest and ass. I told her she didn't need to apologize, it

was part of our lives. She asked if I meant what I had said, that I

would be wiling to do it again. I said I was serious, and asked her if

she thought she would like to do it again. She gave me an unqualified

Yes. I told her I had thought of an alternate way to arrange the next

role reversal, and we would talk about it over breakfast.

After drying one another and brushing one another's teeth, I combed out

her hair, then took her to the bedroom. I used the brush and blow dryer

on her hair until it looked perfect. Even Carrie was impressed with how

good her hair looked. I put a small amount of lipstick on her lips and

her inner labia, rouged her nipples, and we went to breakfast.

I asked her if she wanted a good breakfast, or a healthy breakfast. She

opted for good. She poured us some juice to get us started, then made

the coffee while I started a ham and egg breakfast. Carrie made the

toast, and soon everything was plated and in the dining room. She asked

if she could sit without anything covering her ass. I told her No, and

made her kneel in her chair while we ate.

After we started eating, Carrie asked me what my plan was for the next

role reversal. I asked her to first tell me how often she would be

interested in doing it. She thought for a moment, then asked how about

every couple of weeks, or maybe once a month? I said that was the same

as I was thinking. Then I told her my plan. We would not schedule the

event by agreeing between ourselves, as we had this time. Only Carrie

would know when it was to happen. She seemed excited when I told her

that. We would agree on a code word, and when Carrie gave me the code

word I would immediately strip, and go to the spare bedroom to begin a

one-hour wait. That would give her time to prepare whatwever she needed

to. Then I would be her Slave, and she would be my Mistress, for 24

hours.

I told her I was setting some restrictions on her power over me. The

first restriction was that she could not call for a role switch sooner

than two weeks after the previous one. Also, I reserved the right to

refuse one switch. But after I had refused her, she could call for

another switch any time after 24 hours had passed, and I promised not to

refuse a second time. She really liked the restrictions. She said it

made it obvious that I controlled her, but also that I loved her enough

to give her this power over me.

I told her there were a few other restrictions. I would not wear any

more of her maternity dresses, and there would be no more rubbers and

cum eating. She agreed, and said that reminded her that she really did

want us to destroy her maternity skirt and blouse together, to signify

that her period of mourning for her family was ended. She said that,

with my help, she had at last freed herself of the guilt and pain she

had carried for so many years.

I asked her if she had any ideas for our code word, something that would

not come up in ordinary conversation, but that we would instantly

recognize. She thought for awhile, and asked if "Switcheroo" would work.

I laughed, and said it was fine with me if that was her choice. Then,

with a mischievous grin, she asked me if I remembered what Mistress

Carrie said she would do if there were a second role reversal. I said I

remembered. She said she noticed that was not on my list of

restrictions, did that mean I was Ok with it? I said No, I was not Ok

with it, but if Mistress Carrie chose to do that to her Slave, then

that's what the Slave would have to endure. She smiled, and said she

loved me.

Carrie said she would like to perform the weight training today that was

scheduled for yesterday, if that wouldn't interfere with her Master's

plans for today. I told her I had not planned a busy day for her, and it

was a good idea to make up the missed weight training. I said I wanted

her to try on the clothes in her forbidden pile for me, perhaps some of

them would be keepers after all. After she had done that, she could do

her weight training.

She said she had one other request, which was that she hold an enema in

her body today, for the same amount of time her Master was forced to

hold his yesterday. She said she thought I had held it for about 4

hours. I told her it was closer to 3 hours, and that I fully intended

for her to do that, but not today. She would do it the next time we went

for a walk to the hilltop. She thanked me, and said she regretted that

she couldn't also have her balls cruelly tied for that same amount of

time, like I had endured. I laughed, and told her I was not at all sorry

she didn't have balls. I told her I could tie her clit tight enough to

cause her much more agony than I had endured, but I would never do that.

I said perhaps some dental floss tied around her nipples would satisfy

her desire to suffer as her Master had, and we would see to that right

now.

I had her watch what I did, so she coud do it herself the next time. I

cut two pieces of waxed dental floss, about 6 inches long. I tied a loop

in one end of each one. Then I tied the other end of one piece around

her left nipple. I finished it with a single loop knot, so it would be

easy to remove the floss when I wanted to. After repeating with the

other piece on her right nipple, I got the weights we had used with the

nipple clips, and attached one to the loop of each piece of dental

floss. Then I tightened each loop until she was clearly in pain. I

didn't need to, but I told Carrie she was not to remove the floss for

any reason, only her Master could remove what he put on his Slave's body.

Leading her by one of her labia to the guest bedroom, I had her try on

some of the clothes I had forbidden her to wear. I told her I was

especially interested in form-fitting and sheer clothing. I also said

that I was rescinding the rule that she couldn't wear any type of pants

of panties. After seeing how sexy and desirable my Mistress was while

wearing short shorts, and seeing how easy she could get out of those

pants at the right time, I had decided to allow Carrie to wear pants or

panties if they were sexy enough to turn me on.

Before she started trying on the clothes, I noticed that one of her

nipples was turning slightly purplish in color, while the other was

still red. I tightened the floss around the red nipple, telling her we

wanted the same shade of purple on each nipple. She winced when I

tightened the floss. I asked her how much pain she was feeling, and she

said it hurt a lot. I patted each nipple, causing her to cry out, then

told her to begin trying on her clothes.

We went through all of her pants and panties first. I told her to forget

about any long-legged pants, I still had no interest in those. She had a

large collection of shorts. I told her only short shorts or hot pants

were acceptable. There were 7 pairs, not counting the ones she wore

yesterday. Two of them rode low on her hips, and really looked sexy on

her lean, shapely body. After making sure they could be removed quickly

and easily, I let her keep all 7 pairs. I also let her keep any bikini

panties that rode low on her hips. She had 4 pairs of thong panties, and

2 that looked like gauze pads held on with strings. I told her to keep

all of those, and had her leave on the last gauze pad she modeled.

Before she started modeling the dresses, blouses, and sweaters, I

removed the weights hanging from her dental floss. She gave a sigh of

relief, until I tightened both knots. I told her the floss loosens

slowly because of the weights and because of resistance in her nipples,

so the knots have to be retightened occasionally. She said her nipples

were really hurting now, but I just patted each one again and told her

to get back to trying on clothes.

She was allowed to keep every sheer blouse, even though some of them

failed the original criteria that her breasts could be bared without

taking the blouse off of her shoulders. I decided that, if the blouse

was sheer to start with, what difference did it make? She had one

mid-thigh length dress that was sheer, even though it fastened at the

back. I told her she would wear that one after her weight training. All

of the sweaters went back on the discard pile.

She said I really should let her model some of her bras for me, she

thought I would like what I saw. I reluctantly agreed, and she showed me

her favorites. I had to admit that they enhanced the appearance of her

large breasts, although I preferred to look at the breasts rather than

fabric. I let her keep all of the front-opening bras, but I told her

they would only be worn occasionally. She said we could go online and

get her some open-front bras that would not be as objectionable to her

Master. I told her we would check it out after lunch. I also wanted to

see about some sheer lingerie for her.

I re-hung the weights from her nipples, and told her it was time for her

weight training. While she did the exercises, I noted that she was still

showing excellent form with the weights. I complemented her, and told

her she could try heavier weights after a few more sessions. Leading her

back to the spare bedroom, I had her gather up all the newly accepted

clothes and carry them to our bedroom. She put everything away, then I

helped he put on the sheer dress. Before putting it on her shoulders and

fastening it in the back, I tightened the floss again. Her nipples were

a uniform shade of purple now. finally I had her put on her normal

daytime heels, then pose for me.

Just looking at her made me hard. The floss and weights were clearly

visible on her perfect breasts, as were her tiny string panties. At the

rear, her ass was very alluring, hiding but visible. I bent her over a

chair, raised her dress, and spanked her ass until it was pink all over,

then told her to stand up straight. She put her arms around me and gave

me a long, passionate kiss.

I told Carrie to get her maternity clothes from the mural room. I asked

her how she wanted to destroy them. She said we could either burn them

or bury them, or however her Master thought would be appropriate. I

liked the symbolism of burying them, I asked her if there was a shovel

we could use. After I got dressed, we went outside and she showed me

where the shovel was. About 50 feet behind the house, we found an

isolated patch of ground. I dug a hole about three feet deep. She neatly

folded the clothes, and we put them in the hole together. I let Carrie

refill the hole, then I tamped the area flat with the shovel. She had

tears in her eyes when she thanked me again for helping her work through

her grief. We embraced and kissed, then returned to the house.

It was only 9:00 AM. I asked Carrie if she could stand the dental floss

until lunch. She said if it was her Master's wish, she would wear the

floss all day. But she was clearly in a lot pain, and I decided to

remove the weights now, then remove the floss after lunch. After the

weights were off and her dress was refastened, I took her to the living

room. I sat on the couch, and told Carrie I just wanted to watch her

walking around. With a big smile on her face, she displayed herself as

she walked around the room for several minutes. She said she loved being

on display for her Master. After a few minutes, I told her I wanted to

watch her sit. She pulled a chair over in front of the couch, and I had

her sit and stand a number of times with the chair facing me, baring her

ass each time she sat. While she was sitting, I had her pull the dress

up to expose her crotch and then spread her legs wide. Then I had her

turn the chair 90 degrees, and watched her sit and stand from the side.

The chair she was using had a low back. I told her to turn the chair so

its back was to me. Then I had her stand behind the chair, bend over its

back and grasp the front of the seat with her hands. Her gauze-covered

pussy was just visible below the hem of the dress. After about 5 minutes

I told her to raise her dress up to her waist to completely uncover her

ass, then grasp the front of the chair with her hands again. I walked

over to her, had her spread her legs farther apart, and gave her ass

another thorough spanking. Then I returned to the couch and watched her

for about 10 minutes. I could see her pussy juices running down her legs.

I asked Carrie if there was anything she wanted. She said all she wanted

was her Master's cock inside her. I said the the view I was looking at

made me wish I had a flog for her. She offered to run and get it, but I

told her No, there would be no flogging or whipping upstairs, although

there would be frequent bare-handed spankings. I stood and walked up

behind her. She knew I was there, but I didn't touch her for a minute. I

could see her trembling in anticipation, and I asked her if she enjoyed

being under my control. She said it meant everything to her. She jumped

as I put my hands on her ass, then I caressed her ass and thighs for

several minutes, until she was moaning and sighing continuously.

Slipping my fingers under the strings of her panties, I slowly pulled

them down to the middle of her thighs. Then I teased her pussy lips and

anus with my fingers, until finally she begged me to fuck her. I

penetrated her pussy with several fingers while I unfastened my pants

with my other hand. With my pants around my ankles, I asked her if she

wanted me in her ass or her pussy. She asked if I couldn't do both at

the same time. I told her I didn't have a dildo on me at the moment, so

I would do the best I could with only one cock. She said one cock was

all she would ever need.

Removing my fingers, I plunged my cock into her slippery pussy. I asked

her to please come for her Master, and she did. while I was fucking her

pussy, I pressed a finger to her anus, and it eagerly opened for me.

When I slipped my finger into her ass, she came again. I asked her how

her nipples felt, and she said the pain was exquisite, and thanked me

for showing her how to apply the floss.

Carrie said she would be happy if I fucked her over this chair all day,

but she requested that I throw her on the floor and continue fucking

there, because she wanted to see if we could synchronize our orgasms

again. Reaching up her back, I unfastened her dress, then eased it up

her body and told her to take it off and drop it on the floor. I pulled

out of her and quickly stripped. I told her to stand up and turn around,

then I embraced her and we kissed. Taking her by the hands, I led her to

the bedroom, where I lay down on my back and invited her to lay on top

of me.

We quickly got into our preferred positions, and I asked her if she

wanted her nipples untied while I stimulated them. She shook her head.

We started fucking, and within a minute she came. I immediately came

too, and she smiled. "We've still got it," she said. I asked her if we

should count how many times we come. She said we should specifically not

do that, we should just enjoy each one as if it was the last. She said

it's no longer important if we come once a day or a hundred times. Each

one is something we can do together now. I asked her if she literally

believed that each time one of us had an orgasm, the other one would

too. She said it wasn't necessary, but she thought it was possible.

When we were finally too exhausted to continue, it was nearly 11:00. We

had come together every time. I rolled her off of me, and she whimpered

when my cock came out of her pussy. I carefully removed the floss from

her nipples. She said she wouldn't want that every day, but she would

definitely want it again. I kissed each nipple, and she asked me to

tongue her nipples for a few minutes. While I was doing it, she said it

was amazing that her nipples could feel so good while they were in such

pain.

When we could get up, we both used the toilet and bidet. I got our

clothes from the living room, and we dressed one another. Seeing her in

her sheer dress and string panties made me want her all over again, and

I told her so. She said I could have her any time I wanted her, she

would always be available for me. I kissed her, and we went to see about

lunch.