I made us a garden salad and some sandwiches for lunch. Carrie made a

pitcher of iced tea. When we were sitting at the table, I couldn't take

my eyes off her breasts under the sheer dress. Seeing me looking, she

smiled and said "Master, it makes me feel good when you look at me, but

it makes me feel even better when you touch me." While I was caressing

her breast, she said "Master, if you let me get an open-front support

bra, I guaranteed you will like looking at me in it; and whenever you

say the word, it will be off in an instant." I said we would see.

Carrie said she wanted to ask me something, but she was afraid to. I

told her she must never be afraid to ask me anything. She said it was

the answer she feared, not my reaction. She took a deep breath, then

asked "Master, do you intend to put a mark on me at some time?" I asked

her what she meant, and she said "Master, I want to wear a mark that

says I'm your property. I don't know what is usually done, but I imagine

that some slave owners would want to mark their property." I told her

that was sometimes done, and asked her if she had any idea what kind of

mark she should bear. "I don't know, Master, I imagine it would be a

piercing, a tattoo or a brand. I'm not aware of any other way to mark

skin."

I asked her why she was thinking of that, and she said that my desire to

change her body, to darken her nipples and to make her pussy lips a

brighter red, made her think that eventually I would want to do

something more permanent to her. She said she wanted to find out if her

assumption was true, and talk with me about what kind of mark she should

bear. I took her hand, and said "Carrie, I haven't thought of doing

anything like that, your body is sacred to me. Darkening your nipples

and putting lipstick on your inner labia were merely makeup experiments

to me. I have no intention of ever mutilating your perfect body with

piercing, tattoos, or brands."

Instead of expressing relief, she asked me if I would mark her if she

requested it. She said she wanted to be marked, as a permanent sign that

she was my property. I was shocked by that answer, and didn't know how

to respond. Of course I could tell her not to bring up the subject

again, but I didn't like treating her that way unless it was absolutely

necessary. I told her it would depend upon what type of mark she thought

she should bear.

I asked her if it would be appropriate for her to wear a gold ring to

indicate that I was her owner. She asked me where the ring would be

attached, and I said there were any number of places it could be

attached, such as through a nipple, or one of her labia, or her

clitoris, or perhaps on the ring finger of her left hand. She gave me a

blank look, then laughed and said it sounded like I was describing a

wedding ring. I told her that was exactly what I was talking about.

She asked me if I wanted to get married. "Not at all," I said, "I was

merely asking you if you would like to wear a wedding ring as a visible

sign that you are my Slave and my property. If you want to consider it a

wedding, then you would be marrying me, I wouldn't be marrying you." She

asked if there would be a ceremony, and I said we could have a ceremony

if she wished, but only for the two of us. We could even film it with

her camera. I told her she could decide on the words she would speak to

bind herself to me, what the ceremony would consist of, and where and

when we did it.

She said she was thinking of something more permanent and severe than a

ring on her finger, a ring could be removed any time. I gave her a stern

look and said, "Let me remind you, Slave, that anything your Master

places on your body can only be removed by your Master. Therefore, a

ring on your finger would be permanent as far as you're concerned, you

could never remove it." I saw that wasn't going to satisfy her, so I

added, "I will promise you that, one month after you put my ring on your

finger, I will pierce one of your labia and insert the ring there if you

still want that. Or, we could buy a second ring for your pussy and you

could still wear one on your hand. But you need to realize that I will

never allow a piercing or any permanent mark anywhere else on your body."

Now she was smiling, and she asked to please come with her for a minute.

I said Ok, and she dragged me to the bedroom and showed me two gold

rings in a drawer. She said they were hers and her husband's wedding

bands, and now they were mine, to put on her as I chose, whenever I

chose. I said I was concerned that these rings would be a constant

reminder of her previous marriage, and not our current relationship. She

looked me in the eyes and said that they were just rings to her, to use

for whatever purpose we chose. If I preferred, we could destroy them and

get new rings, but these rings were here, and were useable right now.

I said she should think about it for awhile. If she accepted my ring on

her finger, she would not be able to remove it. How would she explain

the ring to Beverly and Philip? She said she would tell Philip the

truth, and would tell Beverly that she decided to wear her old wedding

ring as a sign of her committment to me. I told her I would be happy for

her to wear my ring if she wished. She said if I would let her think

about it for a half hour, she would have a plan for me to approve for

our ceremony.

I left her to do the planning while I returned to the dining room and

cleared the table. Then I went to the office to try my hand at

navigating the internet without Carrie's help. While there, I was idly

fingering the rings she had left with me, and I noticed that her

husband's ring fit perfectly on my ring finger. That started me thinking

that maybe Carrie would be pleased if I chose to wear a ring also.

She found me in the office about 40 minutes later, and explained her

plans for the ceremony. I agreed to the plans, and asked her when she

wanted to have the ceremony. "Right now, Master," she said.

We went to the basement. On the way down the stairs, she commented that

she was used to walking these stairs barefoot, and it felt odd to be

doing it in heels. In the training room, we decided where we would hold

the cremony, and where the camera would be placed. She asked if she

could have her honeymoon in her slave bed, but I said No, we would have

her honeymoon in our bed upstairs. As a consolation, I told her we would

come back down here later tonight, then she could have some time in her

slave bed.

When everything was set, she started the camera, then walked into the

camera's view and joined me. She stripped completely, then said her

vows. They were the traditional wedding vows, to which she added

promises to serve and submit to me, and to never seek any privacy or

concealment from me, for her body or her mind. When she finished her

vows, I slipped the ring on her finger, and said she had been my lover

and my Slave, now she was also my wife. I also reminded her that

whatever her Master put on her body could only be removed by her Master.

She moved to kiss me, but I held her off and handed her what used to be

her husband's ring. I hadn't told her I was going to do this, and she

gasped, delighted and surprised. As she put the ring on my finger, I

vowed to love and respect her, and to command her to the best of my

ability, for as long as she chose to be my Slave. A tear ran down her

cheek.

After we kissed, she walked to the punishment stage and assumed her

position. I panned the camera to follow her movement, then went to join

her. She was grinning ear to ear. she wasn't wearing manacles, so she

needed my help to stretch her arms up and out and grasp a rope with each

hand. Then she spread her legs wide and stood on the balls of her feet.

She looked just like she was bound in position for punishment, except it

was all voluntary. She could let go of the ropes and walk away any time

she chose.

I lightly flogged her body all over, shoulders to knees. By the time I

finished, her tears were flowing, but she had not cried out. She was

smiling at me, and she silently mouthed that she loved me. I told her I

loved her, then I dropped the flog and picked up the crop. Each time I

struck her, once across her breasts, belly, and ass, just hard enough to

leave a mark, she thanked me.

When I dropped the crop, she let go of the ropes and came to me. Putting

her arms around my neck, she gave me a long, passionate kiss. She said

she would be a good wife to me, and always obey me and see to my needs.

I told her that she had always obeyed and served my needs perfectly, and

I was certain she would continue to do so. We walked off the punishment

stage hand in hand, turned off the camera, picked up Carrie's clothes,

and went upstairs for the honeymoon.

When we had temporarily exhausted ourselves with sex, I asked her how it

felt to be married again. She said she had felt married to me since the

day I arrived here, she just wanted some external mark to signify she

was mine, then she told me how delighted she was that her Master had

chosen to wear a ring. I said I was committed to her for as long as she

wanted me as her Master, and I was proud of my Slave.

I asked her if she still thought she wanted a ring on her labia. She

said she did, and asked how it would be done. I told her I would pierce

her at the location we decided on. I would cut the ring, spread it apart

far enough to slip over her flesh, then squeeze it together again with

pliers. She asked why we didn't just get a ring intended for that

purpose, and said she had seen an internet site that sold such things.

We agreed to add body piercing to the list of items we wanted to look up

on the internet later. She said we should be sure to get a leash to go

with the ring, and added that we might want to get several rings, not

just one. I told her again that I wouldn't allow her to be pierced

anywhere except her labia. She said she understood that, but thought a

ring on each side, or possibly two on each side, might be useful.

"Let's get out of bed, Carrie, it's time to go shopping," I said,

pulling her to her feet. I led her by one of her labia to the office.

"Do you see me leading you around the house on a leash connected to a

ring in your pussy?" I asked her. She said that with two or more rings,

she could be trained to be guided like a horse, using reins instead of a

leash. Then she asked me if I would train her to the point that I could

take her for walks outside while she was blindfolded.

I asked her where she got all these ideas. She said she had thought of

this one while she was leading me by my balls. She said that if there

was a way to indicate to the slave which direction to turn, the slave

could be taken anywhere blindfolded. She asked me to train her to be led

blindfolded, using reins attached to rings on her labia. "We'll do

better than that," I said, "my Slave will be trained to follow the reins

while blindfolded, wearing earplugs, and with her hands manacled behind

her back. That way the Slave will be totally isolated, receiving input

from her Master only through the reins. The training will be completed

when the Slave can be led all the way to our hilltop picnic area." She

said she liked that idea, then repeated that two rings on each side

would be more attractive than one. I had to admit that I liked her ideas.

In the office, I sat in the chair in front of the computer. I had Carrie

stimulate my cock in her mouth until I was hard, which she could now do

in seconds. Then she sat on my lap, with my cock buried in her pussy. I

told her to use her vaginal muscles to keep me hard, but not to make me

come. Then I watched and enjoyed while she shopped online for the items

we had agreed we wanted.

First, Carrie went to several online bookstores, searching for

descriptive books on sexual positions. We had agreed we wanted to

experiment with new positions, so we were looking for information. She

found and ordered several books that we both liked.

Next we went looking for clothing for Carrie. The first thing she wanted

to get was a sheer, long, black evening gown. The one we both liked had

a deep v-neck halter top and an open back. She also bought several more

sheer or lace blouses. I also had her shop for sexy undergarments and

loungewear, and let her get whatever she wanted. She understood what I

wanted to see, and I trusted her to make the right choices. She also

showed me some open-front support bras. I still didn't like the idea of

her wearing a bra, but let her get several anyway. She said it was

understood that anything that I didn't like on her, she wouldn't wear.

After the clothing, we went looking for rings. When we found the first

place that carried them, I had to tell her to slow down the vaginal

stimulation. She was really excited at the prospect of being pierced and

wearing rings in her labia. After trying a few sites, she found a page

that seemed to have just what she was looking for, although I couldn't

say the same for myself. She got so excited she was bouncing up and down

on my lap, until I told her to calm down.

The display that had caught her eye started with a selection of rings

designed for attachent to the labia. They were available in all sizes,

weights, and materials. She immediatedly wanted the heaviest gold rings.

I wanted the lightest rings, and I didn't care what the material was. We

settled on gold rings that were of a medium size. I let her get four

rings, but I wasn't sure I was going to put more than two rings on her.

Aside from the ring selection, this web page had all sorts of

attachments and accessories for the rings. Most of these items required

that four rings be present, making me reluctant to agree to any of them.

Carrie, on the other hand, wanted everything she saw. There were

brackets that attached to the rings for the purpose of spreading the

labia apart or pulling them together, and brackets for holding a

vibrator or dildo in the pussy. There was some sort of bracket that

seemed to be designed to grab the clit and keep it extended from its

sheath and always visible. There was something that was advertised as a

chastity belt replacement. It was like a small manhole cover, held in

place by attachment to the labia rings, but its function would be

largely symbolic since it would be easy to remove. Carrie said that we

should get all of it, then use what we liked and discard the rest. She

said it was all about control and pleasure, exploring the different and

exciting ways I could exert control over my Slave. In a weak moment I

agreed, and she bought all but the silliest attachments.

When we were finished, Carrie thanked me for letting her buy all she

wanted. I told her it was her money she was spending, and I was all for

experimentation. But I reminded her that I would decide what would and

would not be put on her body, and if we tried these things and they

didn't work for me, she wouldn't be allowed to use them again. She

leaned back and kissed me, then asked if she could kneel and suck my

cock. I told her instead to stimulate me a little more vigorously with

her vaginal muscles. She did so, and after a few minutes I thought I was

in range of an orgasm. I said "Cum, Slave," which she did immediately.

As soon as I felt her cum, I had an orgasm too.

We smiled at one another in appreciation and wonder at our newfound

ability. I told Carrie to relax her muscles and stop stimulating me,

then I reached around with both hands and began rubbing her nipples in

the way I knew she liked. After a few minutes her breathing became

faster, and I moved one hand to her clitoris. She angled her head back

on my shoulder so we could kiss. In a few more minutes, she came on her

own without being commanded, and I immediately came too. I stopped

stimulating her and just hugged and kissed her for a few minutes.

I told Carrie I wanted to try her idea of controlling her movement

around the house while she was blindfolded, and we could use the nipple

clips instead of pussy rings as attach points for the reins. She said,

"Let's do it right now, Master. But your Slave thinks she would be more

responsive to your control if we used dental floss on her nipples

instead of the clips." I asked her if her nipples weren't already sore

from her earlier experience with the floss. She winked, smiled, and said

"Yes, Master, that's why I would be more responsive to the floss."

Laughing, I agreed to use the floss, and went with her to the bathroom.

After we attended to each other on the toilet and bidet, I watched as

she put the dental floss on her nipples. She did it just as I had shown

her, except she tied the knot much too tight around each nipple. I told

her I was amazed, because she had complained that I put the floss on

much too tightly, but now she was tightening it much more than I had.

With tears in her eyes, she said the more it hurt, the more sensitive

she would be to her Master's commands. All I could do was kiss her and

tell her she was amazing.

In order to minimize the weight pulling on her nipples, I attached four

feet of string to each piece of floss. I explained that I would walk

right behind her, and attempt to steer her around the house. When I

pulled on a nipple, she would turn in that direction. The harder the

pull, the faster she would turn. I would start and stop her with voice

commands for now. She said she understood. To increase her sense of

being controlled, I put on her collar and wrist manacles, and attached

her wrists at the back of her collar. I was about to blindfold her, when

Carrie suggested that we try it for awhile without the blindfold, so she

could get feedback on how fast she should turn as a function of how hard

I was pulling on her nipple. I agreed to try it without the blindfold.

I guided her out of the bathroom, through the bedroom, and down the hall

to the kitchen. While I was steering her around the kitchen counter, I

realized that she wasn't following my input through the strings, she was

just going where she thought I wanted her to go. I told her this wasn't

going to work, she needed to be trained with the blindfold. After

steering her back into the bathroom, I blindfolded her, then spun her

around a few times so she wouldn't know which direction she was facing.

I told Carrie to take small steps, and try to react immediately to

changes in what she felt under her feet. I said I wanted her to rapidly

get to the point where I could take her on short walks outside in her

blindfold, and there she would constantly encounter different walking

conditions. She had to learn to react to what her feet told her at each

step. then I tugged on her right nipple and told her to walk.

It required constant corrections to her directions at first, to keep her

from walking into walls or furniture. I soon realized that this was a

learning experience for both of us. I had to be consistent in the

strength of tugs I was giving her, and she had to turn the same amount

each time for a given strength of tug.

After about an hour, I was able to steer her anywhere in the house with

only occasional collisions. I started attempting fine control, seeing

how close I could make her come to a door frame and still get through

the door. I told her what I was doing, so she understood why she was

running into things more often than before. Finally she admitted what I

already guessed, that her nipples were really getting tender. I told her

we were going outside for a short walk, then we would stop for awhile.

I steered her to the side exit door, then stopped her while I opened the

door. Outside, I took her all the way around the house, once in each

direction. Then I steered her along a very narrow and winding passage

through a thicket of shrubs. We made it through without her touching

anything, and I told her we were declaring victory. I took her dental

floss and blindfold off, then had her walk behind me back the way she

had come. She admitted that we did pretty well to get her through the

passage.

I asked her how she felt while I was steering her by her nipples. She

said she loved all the forms of control I subjected her to, and this was

one of the most enjoyable. I asked her if she was ready for a longer

walk tomorrow. She said she was afraid of the rugged terrain we would

have to climb to get to the hilltop, and I told her not to worry, we

wouldn't try that path for a few more days.

It was almost 5:00 PM. Since Carrie had been walking around outside in

her bare feet, I took her to the bathroom and removed her bonds, then we

showered together. After we had toweled off and I had blow-dried her

hair, I told Carrie to fix dinner. In the kitchen, I opened a bottle of

wine and poured a glass for each of us. I handed her a glass, then

proposed a toast, "To my Wife and my Slave, who always takes the

difficult path, and never falters." Smiling, she offered her own toast,

"To my Master. Your Slave will always love and obey you, and no path is

too difficult." We each took a sip, then kissed.

When dinner was almost ready, I got Carrie's sheer dress and slipped it

over her head. Admiring her body under the dress, I said "I'm beginning

to appreciate women's clothes more and more. I'll always prefer you

naked, but you look so good in that dress."

"You can have me naked any time you wish, Master," she told me with a

grin. "How about right now?" I told her we would talk about that while

we ate. We took our plates and wine to the dining room and sat down. I

reminded her that she had asked to be put in her Slave bed earlier, and

asked her if that was still on her mind. She said she would like that,

so I asked her to give me a scenario for this evening. The only

restriction I placed on her was that she would not be flogged or whipped

any more tonight.

"I didn't have any specific scenario in mind, Master. I just want to be

fucked while I'm totally restrained." I asked her if she wanted to spend

the night downstairs, and she said "No, Master, I just wanted to stay

long enough for a thorough fucking." I took that as a very good sign

that she was becoming less dependent on the dungeon environment of the

basement. My goal was to make our visits to the basement a rare event. I

wanted a Slave in the real world, not in the confines of a dungeon.

We went to the mural room, where I dressed Carrie in her collar, belt,

and manacles. She automatically reverted to formal speech in the mural

room. I was tempted to tell her we didn't need to do that, but then I

realized she needed to do it, so I kept quiet. I led her down the stairs

and into the training room.

She seemed surprised when I told her to walk to the ritual sex area and

bend over the bars. Leaving her there temporarily, I went to get some

rope. When I returned, I wrapped four turns of rope snugly around each

of her breasts, then tied the ends of the rope behind her neck. I had

her stand up and look at herself in the mirror. She grinned when she saw

her breasts forced into a spherical shape and standing straight out from

her body. I caressed her breasts and nipples, and asked her how it felt.

Pushing the limits of her formal reply, she said it felt wonderful, and

suggested that it would feel better if her Master would tie her nipples

with dental floss again.

I was expecting a reply similar to that, and I told her to assume the

Training Pose, which she quickly did. I sat in front of her, took her

hands in mine, and said, "Informal speech, Slave, we need to talk." That

seemed to worry her, I think she was afraid she had done something

wrong. To reassure her, I leaned over and gave her a lingering kiss on

her lips and then on each nipple. When I straightened up and looked at

her face, she was calm and smiling. I told her what was on my mind.

"Carrie, I've told you that I want to tear down all the walls between

us, but we have both been tiptoeing around a big wall. It's time that

wall came down. You enjoy pain, don't you, Carrie? You're a masochist,

aren't you?"

She lowered her eyes, then swallowed and looked in my eyes. "Yes,

Master, to me pain is pleasure. I remember when you told me you weren't

a sadist and I wasn't a masochist. I agreed with you then, I was

confused about why I wanted you to whip and flog me. But I've put my

guilt behind me now, and I still need to experience pain. I've tried to

ignore these feelings, Master, but I've failed you." After a long pause,

she continued. "I am a masochist, Master. Can you forgive that weakness

in your Slave, Master?"

"It's a need, not a weakness, Carrie," I answered, "and it doesn't

require forgiveness. Can you live with the fact that your Master will

not allow harm to come to your body? I can provide you a certain amount

of physical pain, but I will not abuse your body to the point that you

are damaged. I want us to be together for the rest of our lives. Do you

really want to be scarred and have rough, damaged skin five or ten years

from now? Do you want your Master to look back on our life together with

regret, because he has ruined your beauty? You are a work of art to me,

Carrie, don't ask me to destroy the wonder that is your body."

She straightened her back, inhaled deeply, and said, "Master, your Slave

will rely on its Master's judgement, and trust that Master will grant

his Slave a safe amount of the pain the Slave craves. Also, Master, this

Slave apologizes for its weakness and its perverse need for pain, and

regrets the difficulty this causes for its Master."

"You're not a cause of difficulty for me, Carrie, you are the woman I

love. Can you trust my judgement, and continue to obey your Master, even

though you might not be receiving the amount of pain you crave? And will

you renew your pledge, that you will not try to provoke punishment

through disobedience? Will you stay on the difficult path?"

"I will obey you at all times and in all things, Master," she said. Then

she smiled and added, "Choosing the difficult path is an appealing

challenge to a masochist, Master. Use your Slave as you see fit, she is

yours forever." She broke her pose and kissed me.

I stood up and pulled her up with me. "It was my duty to have this talk

with you, Carrie, and I apologize for waiting so long to do it. Again we

have both seen that talking about the differences between us has brought

us closer, not driven us apart. Eventually we will find it natural to

discuss these kinds of things when they first come up. Our love will

only grow."

She smiled at me and kissed me again, then looked down at her breasts.

"I love you, Master, but aren't you ever going to play with these

globes?" she asked with a grin. I grabbed each nipple between a thumb

and forefinger, and pulled her toward the slave bed. She looked down the

room, then smiled and said, "Master, your Slave has not had its turn in

the teaching machine since you adjusted the shock levels." I immediately

diverted her away from the bed, and continued pulling her nipples until

we reached the training machine.

After installing her in the machine, I booted the PC and put it into

Test Mode. Adjusting the target positions for her breasts, I had her

test each target with her tied breasts. She could activate each target

with ease. I warned her not to fail any trial on purpose until she was

directed to do so by her Master. Then I adjusted the average delay time

for 20 seconds and put the machine into Operate Mode. After sitting on

the floor to observe her trials, I smiled and told her she could be

getting fucked in her slave bed right now, but she had chosen this

instead. I was joking with her, but she took it as a rebuff. She said

she was sorry for her weakness, and she did not meant to place her

desire for pain ahead of her desire for her Master. I told her to relax,

both of her desires would be satisfied tonight. She smiled, then the

first trial started.

I watched her getting mild shocks for about ten minutes, then I got off

the floor and went to the Master's area. She no doubt thought I was

leaving her to relax on the couch or use the toilet, but I soon returned

with one of the dildo vibrators. I pushed it into her pussy and told her

not to come until her Master's cock was inside her. Then I turned it on

and resumed my position on the floor. She looked at me with a big smile

on her face and thanked me.

She had been in the machine for a total of 15 minutes, and had passed 48

trials. I warned her that the delay time was only 20 seconds, and then

told her to fail the next trial. She smiled at me again, then took a

deep breath when the next trial started. When I saw her response to the

severe shock, I remembered what it felt like. It was a very unpleasant

experience, made more so by the nagging in one's mind that it was

necessary to get over it immediately, or another one just like it would

follow. I saw her struggle, and I think she would have made it, except

the next trial delay was on the short side. As soon as the second severe

shock was delivered, the PC shut itself down as a safety measure.

I immediately restarted the PC. While it was rebooting, Carrie recovered

enough to apologize for failing me. I told her she had another 15

minutes of training, and she had better get her shit together. As soon

as the PC had restarted the control program, I put it back into Operate

Mode. Then I resumed my place on the floor and watched her as she

completed the final 15 minutes.

When her time was up, I shut off the machine and extracted her. After

wiping off the conductive grease from her ankles and breasts, I kissed

her and told her she had done well. She apologized that she had given

the impression that her desire for pain was more important to her than

her desire to be fucked by her Master. I pointed out that she still had

a vibrator in her pussy, and the only unimportant priority here tonight

was her Master's satisfaction. She gulped, and said, "I'm so sorry,

Master. You found a way to satisfy all of my needs, and at the same time

I was unconcerned with your needs. From now on, my Master's desires will

always come first. Please put your Slave in its bed and let your Slave

make amends for its selfishness." I pulled her to the bed by her nipples.