After installing Carrie in her Slave bed and putting her ass support in

place, I stood by her headrest and looked at her breasts. Even though

she was lying on her back, the breasts were still held in a nearly

spherical shape by the constricting ropes. I knew better than to ask her

if the ropes were too tight or if they were starting to cause her pain.

I watched her face as I caressed the breasts, and judged from her

reaction that she was feeling more pleasure than pain.

Her nipples were another story. She winced when I touched either one. I

asked if her nipples were too tender for me to stimulate while we

fucked. "They are pretty sore, Master," she replied, "but your Slave

loves to have its nipples rubbed and squeezed while its pussy is being

fucked. Please don't ignore your Slave's nipples tonight." I told her

that once again I would grant her request for pain, even though I

doubted it was the best thing for her. She apologized again for being so

selfish and self-centered. I told her I loved her, I knew she loved me,

and I didn't want to hear any more apologies. She asked me to kiss her,

which I did for a long time. Then I told her I was going to fuck her.

Standing between her legs, I withdrew the vibrator from her pussy and

slowly inserted it into her ass. I eased my stiff cock into her pussy

and began fucking her. Reaching up to her bound breasts with my hands, I

began caressing the breasts and stimulating her nipples with my fingers.

I had raised her headreast so I could see her face behind the twin

mountains of her bound breasts. She was smiling at me, and when our eyes

met she said she was very happy and very much in love.

After some time I felt myself nearing orgasm. I stopped thrusting into

Carrie's pussy, then bent over and rested my weight on her belly and

stomach. Maintaining eye contact with her, I said, "Come, Carrie, as

many times as you want to."

"For you, Master," she said, while having the first of many strong

orgasms. I came with her, and kept coming past the point I would have

thought possible. Finally I was exhausted, and lowered my head to rest

it on her chest. She asked me if I was ready to stop. I told her I would

pull out of her if she wanted to continue, but I had to stop. She

immediately stopped, saying "Everything is going to be for you from now

on, Master. Your Slave has been pursuing its own pleasure and pain at

the expense of serving its Master, and tonight that stops."

As I reached down and switched off the vibrator in her ass, I told her,

"I need to know what you want, Carrie. Your needs and wishes will always

be considered, so don't stop telling me what you think and what you want

to do. Just understand that you will not always get your wishes. A Slave

must not expect to have its every wish and desire fulfilled, but a Slave

who is loved and cherished as you are will not be disappointed often.

But I expect to see evidence that you are trying to regulate your desire

for pain. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Master," she replied. "Please help me become more aware of these

tendencies in myself. Tell me when it seems I am asking for pain." I

agreed that we would work together to help her become more conscious of

her motivations.

I asked Carrie if she was ready to be removed from her slave bed. "May

your Slave sleep here tonight, Master?" she asked. I said she could, and

I would sleep on the couch. "Please, Master, you go upstairs and get a

good night's sleep in our bed. Your Slave will be fine here for tonight."

"First of all, Carrie, you and I are never going to sleep in separate

rooms. Secondly, I am not going to put you in a position where you will

wake up alone and constrained. We both know what effect that will have

on you, and I won't allow it. If you want to sleep here tonight, I will

sleep on the couch."

"Where would my Master prefer sleeping, on the couch or in our bed?" she

asked. I told her I preferred our bed. "Then your Slave is ready to be

removed from its slave bed and taken upstairs to our bed, Master." I

smiled, remembering her promise that she would consider me first from

now on. A good first step.

After removing her from the bed, I started to remove the rope from her

breasts. She asked if I would leave them on a little longer. I asked her

if this was another request for additional pain. "They are starting to

hurt, Master. But I asked you to leave my breasts tied because I want to

feel you soaping and lathering them in the shower upstairs. I think it

would feel great." I laughed, and said she was probably right that it

would feel great. The ropes would be removed in the shower, after her

breasts were thoroughly soaped and massaged. Grinning, she kissed me.

Upstairs, after Carrie's bonds had been removed, I checked the time. It

was only 9:00 PM, a little early for bed. I told her we had time to give

her an enema, and she immediately knelt at the toilet to receive it. A

few minutes later she was sitting on the toilet, waiting for permission

to expel the enema, and I was kissing and caressing her tied breasts.

Touching her nipples, I asked Carrie how sore they were. She said they

were still sore, and admitted she should not have tied the dental floss

so tightly this afternoon. I kissed her and said she was right, but I

shouldn't have kept her in training as long as I did, knowing she was in

pain. She asked if this meant her training would have to be stopped for

awhile. I told her we would see if we could have a training session

tomorrow afternoon, using the nipple clips instead of floss. She agreed

that the pain should be less with the clips, and said she would like to

continue her training tomorrow if it was possible.

Leaving her on the toilet, I went to the kitchen. Returning with a

bottle of wine and one glass, I filled the glass and offered Carrie the

first sip. "This seems strange, Master," she said, "sitting on the

toilet with my breasts tied tightly, waiting for permission to expel my

enema, and sipping wine." I told her if she felt strange sitting, she

had permission to stand. That caused her to laugh so hard she spilled a

little wine on the floor.

Still laughing, she asked me if I wanted her to lick up her spill. I

took the glass from her, and said that was a fine idea, to please do so.

With a surprised look, she said, "I was only kidding, Master. Do you

really want me to lick up the wine from the bathroom floor? I could just

as easily wipe it up with toilet paper." I told her she had licked up

worse-tasting things than wine, and asked her to please obey my command

now.

Carrie immediately got off the toilet and knelt by the spill. Crossing

her wrists behind her back, she bent her head to the floor and licked up

every trace of the wine. When she straightened up, I inspected her work

and told her I was pleased, and she could sit down. When she was on the

toilet again, I handed her the wine, and she took another sip. I sat on

the edge of the tub, and we chatted while sharing the wine.

When we had emptied the glass, I got up to refill it. While I was

pouring, I told her she could expel her enema now. She thanked me as she

started releasing the fluid from her bowels. She was still at it when I

handed her back the wine. She grinned at me and took another sip. When

she had finished on the toilet, she held my cock while I urinated. Then

I watched her use the bidet. I told her it was shower time, and she

grinned and looked down at her breasts. "Lots of soap and massaging,

please Master?" she pleaded. I told her that was the idea, and had her

adjust the water to her liking.

In the shower, I first washed her hair, then I told her she would have

to earn her breast massage by washing her Master. I expected she would

wash me as fast as she could, but she lingered over the job. When she

was finished, my dick was rock hard and aching for her body. I took the

soap and sponge from her, and started washing at her feet. Slowly

progressing up her body, I lingered for a long time on her pussy and

ass. When I had finally worked my way up to her breasts, I instead moved

my attentions to her face and neck, then thoroughly washed her arms and

back. Teasing, I told her to rinse off, we were finished. "I think

Master has overlooked a part of his Slave's anatomy," she said. I

expressed surprise, and began slowly soaping and rubbing her breasts.

When I had finished with the actual bathing, I threw down the sponge and

let my fingers do the walking.

Turning her away from the shower head, I temporarily bent her over at

the waist and put my cock into her ass. Then I stood her up and told her

to put her arms back, hold me by the waist, and keep us pulled tightly

together. With my hands I began deeply massaging her breasts, especially

her nipple area. She started coming immediately, and she threw her head

back on my shoulder so we could kiss. Slowly I began working my cock in

and out of her ass. I could feel the muscles around her asshole

pulsating as she came, and within a minute I began matching her with my

own orgasms. We kept that up for about ten minutes, then she broke our

kisses long enough to ask me to remove the ropes and then continue the

massage.

It took me a minute to untie the wet rope where I had knotted it at the

back of her neck. Then I carefully unwound it from her breasts. There

were some ugly red rope marks around the base of each breast, but the

skin was unbroken. I told her the marks would have largely disappeared

by morning. Soaping her breasts again, I continued the massage as we

resumed fucking and coming together. I asked her how her breasts felt,

and she said it was wonderful, and asked me to massage her even harder.

I refused to do that, because I didn't want to leave her bruised.

I don't know how long we kept at it, but I was starting to feel very

tired. Finally Carrie stopped kissing me and said, "Master, I think we

should stop soon. May I please suck your cock before we leave the

shower?" I told her to go ahead, and pulled out of her ass. She turned

around, thanked me, and gve me a long, romantic kiss. Then she knelt,

took my cock in her mouth, and swallowed it. She kept my cock down her

throat until I came one last time. I don't know how long that took, but

it was at least a minute. Then she slowly slid me out of her throat, and

began gasping for air with her mouth open around my cock. Even as she

was trying to catch her breath, she was cleaning me off with her tongue.

When she was finished cleaning me, and my cock had finally gone limp,

she still didn't take her mouth off of me. She put her arms around my

upper legs and hugged me tight, kissing the base of my cock while she

gently used her tongue on the shaft and head. I finally asked her to

stand up, which she immediately did. Looking me in the eyes, she simply

said, "I love you." We hugged and kissed for another minute under the

shower, then I reluctantly turned off the water and led Carrie from the

shower.

We dried each other and I combed out Carrie's hair, then we took the

wine into the bedroom and cuddled in a chair. We were both satiated

temporarily, so by unspoken agreement we just sipped wine and talked

about our day. There was kissing and caressing, but mostly we wanted to

be together and share our thoughts. Carrie said she was amazed that she

always wanted to be by my side, because even though she loved her

husband and son, there were times when she longed to get away from both

of them for a few hours and be by herself. She and I, on the other hand,

had scarcely been out of sight of one another for weeks. Yet every time

we found ourselves in different rooms of the house, she would wonder

when I was coming back to her. I told her I shared that feeling. I had

never craved the company of other people, yet I start to miss her as

soon as I leave her presence.

After finishing the wine and then brushing and flossing one another, we

went to bed and fell asleep immediately, snuggled together like spoons.

I woke up to find Carrie getting out of bed. "What's wrong?" I asked her.

"Nothing, Master, I need to pee," was her answer. I got out of bed and

followed her into the bathroom. Kneeling in front of her, I took her

hands in mine and kissed her. Then I kissed her nipples, getting two

happy sighs. I asked her if they were still sore. "I haven't touched

them, Master," she answered, "that's your job." I rubbed my fingers over

her nipples, then rolled each one between a thumb and forefinger. "Very

sensitive, but not painful, Master," she said with a smile. I examined

her breasts for traces of the rope marks, and found only one faint mark

below her right breast. I told her she was good to go. "But am I good to

fuck?" she asked with a grin. I told her I would answer that with a

demonstration, as soon as she let me take my turn peeing.

Later, after I had given her demonstrations in her pussy and her ass,

she was giving me an oral demonstration. I expected she would stop when

Philip opened the bedroom door, but she surprised me. Philip was

startled by what he saw, but managed a Good Morning to both of us. I

answered in kind, but Carrie merely waved her hand in his direction. She

had been holding me on the edge of orgasm for about 10 minutes, and now

she stepped up her efforts. I knew she wanted to make me moan with

Philip in the room, and that's exactly what she did. When she got her

moan, she managed a grin with my cock in her mouth, and then reduced her

stimulation. That got another moan from me and another grin from her.

"You play me like a violin," I told her.

Philip was staring at us. Usually he took in stride whatever he saw when

he came into the bedroom. But this time he was entranced by what we were

doing. I wondered if he ever got a blowjob from Beverly, and concluded

it was unlikely. After a few seconds, Philip snapped out of his trance

and resumed his normal composure. He was holding a package, which he

left on the table. He said it had arrived Saturday morning, then said

breakfast would be ready at 8:00. Carrie waved at him again, and

extracted another moan from me. Philip closed the door.

Carrie kept me on the edge for another 10 minutes, until finally I told

her to cum. When she obeyed, I came too. She continued to gently play

with my cock in her mouth for another few minutes. Finally she sat up,

looked around, and asked "Was somebody here?" At first I didn't know she

was joking, and I gave her a questioning look. Then she laughed, and lay

down on top of me. I told her she should have looked at Philip, the

expression on his face was hilarious. With a wicked grin, she said, "I

was busy tuning my violin."

We got out of bed and opened the package Philip had left for us. It

contained the vibrators and skin dyes we had ordered. I looked at

Carrie, and asked her if she was still willing to let me change the

color of parts of her body. She lowered her eyes, and said her body was

the property of her Master, to use as he pleased. I took that to mean

she had reservations, we needed to talk more about it before I used the

dyes on her.

After a quick shower with minimal groping, I blow-dried Carrie's hair.

Then I got dressed, leaving her naked for the time being. After looking

through her clothes for a few minutes, I decided she would dress

conservatively today, at least to start with. I pulled out a short skirt

and an attractive blouse, and put them on her. She was surprised, and

asked why I put her in a blouse that wasn't sheer, and why I wanted her

breasts covered. I repeated what I had told her before, that she looked

good to me naked or dressed, and I liked the variety of seeing her in

various states of dress and undress. I picked out a pair of

medium-heeled shoes for her, then stood her in front of the mirror.

"What's not to like?" I asked her. She admitted that, if she wasn't so

straight, she could go for something that looked like that.

We walked hand in hand to the dining room, where our breakfast was ready

on the table. With a sly grin, Carrie said whe wanted to say Good

Morning to Philip before we ate, so we walked into the kitchen. She

walked up to Philip and kissed him on the cheek. "I just wanted to say

Good Morning to you, Philip," she said with a big smile. "I'm sorry I

didn't speak to you in the bedroom, I was busy tuning my violin." She

put her arm around me as she said that last part. I smiled at Philip,

and said that Carrie was feeling a little mischievous this morning. "Not

mischievous, Master, happy," she said. She held up her left hand, and

said, "Look Philip, I got married this weekend. We made home movies,

we'll show them to you sometime."

Philip didn't know how to respond to that, he looked at me for an

explanation. I held up my left hand, showing him my ring, and shrugged.

Looking at Carrie, I said, "Honey, I don't think Philip would be

interested in watching any movies we made downstairs."

Philip realized that Carrie was teasing him, but he didn't mind. First

he complemented her on how nicely she was dressed. Then he told her it

was obvious that she was happy, and he was pleased to see that. She

hugged him, and said, "I am happy, Philip. I never dreamed I could be

this happy. My Master has changed my life, I'll love and serve him

forever." With his arms around Carrie, Philip looked at me and smiled. I

told Carrie we should stop harassing Philip and go eat breakfast. Still

smiling, Philip said we could harass him any time we pleased.

In the dining room, I watched Carrie as she raised her skirt to sit

down. I told her I was happy she remembered to do that. "I could never

forget to do that, Master," she said. "Each time I perform that simple

action, raising my skirt to sit, I'm reminded that I'm your submissive

Slave. I love doing it, and I love having you watch me do it. I still

long to do it for you in public." I told her I was still trying to think

of a way for us to get out of here for awhile, to be patient.

While we were eating, I asked her what her concerns were about the skin

dyes. She repeated what she had said earlier, that I could use her body

as I chose. "That's my Slave's answer," I said, "now tell me Carrie's

answer." She said she was all for doing it if the result was pleasing to

me, but she was concerned that I wouldn't like the result and there

wouldn't be anything we could do about it. She also said she was

concerned that she might have an allergic reaction to the dyes, or they

might even poison her. I said those were all legitimate concerns, except

that I if we didn't like the results I would in no way blame her for

that. She said she knew I wouldn't blame her, but she couldn't stand the

idea of looking ugly or ridiculous to me. I took her hand and told her

it was not possible for me to ever regard her as ugly or ridiculous.

When breakfast was finished, I took Carrie to the bedroom. I opened one

of the skin dye packages and took out the instruction leaflet. I handed

it to her and told her to read it thoroughly, then I opened another

package, took out its leaflet, and began reading. I was pleased to see

that the dyes were non-allergenic and FDA approved - at least according

to the manufacturer. The instructions said that the dye should be

reapplied approximately every two weeks to maintain the desired color,

implying that the color would fade away in a matter of weeks. Applying

it seemed easy, just clean the area with alcohol then apply the dye

paste with a cotton swab or gauze pad. Remove the paste after 10 to 30

minutes, longer times result in darker color.

When we had both finished reading the instructions, we compared notes.

We had reached the same conclusions about what we read, and Carrie said

she felt better about trying it. She asked what I wanted to do. I told

her I would like to dye her nipples and areolas dark brown. she asked

about her pussy, and I said we should limit our experiment to the

breasts first. If we agreed that we liked that, we could discuss other

areas. She said she would go and get the alcohol and cotton swabs.

When she returned from the bathroom with the alcohol and swabs, I had

her strip and stand in front of the mirror. I told her to look at her

breasts and try to imagine how she would look with her pink areolas and

nipples being dark brown. Then I reminded her what I had said

previously, that this was nothing but an experiment with makeup. It was

not a sign that I was displeased with her body or wished to make any

permanent changes to her body. I assured her that no possible outcome of

this test would make me think she was less than beautiful, but she had

to have the last word. If she didn't want to do it, we wouldn't.

She looked at herself for several seconds, then turned and smiled at me.

She said we should do it, it would be fun to look different for awhile.

I kissed her and told her to lie down on her back. While I was swabbing

her with the alcohol, she said it was cold. Smiling, I blew on her

nipples to make them feel even colder. Then she said she was getting

turned on, and I told her she could cum if whe wished. "I'll wait until

I see the final result," she said, "then I'll either cum or cry." I

looked at her, and saw she was making a joke.

When the alcohol was dry, I opened the tube of brown dye. I looked at

Carrie and told her this was the last chance to change her mind, and

that I didn't want her to do it if she had doubts. She said she had

doubts, but she wanted to go ahead anyway. I carefully applied the paste

to each breast, taking great care to exactly match the existing outline

of her areolas. When I had finished, I jokingly asked her if she wanted

me to write any messages on her breasts using the dye. "How about

'property of my Master'?" she asked with a smile. I suggested "left" and

"right," then she suggested "1" and "2." We both laughed.

I told her she had to lie still and not touch her breasts for 30

minutes. I offered the services of my lips and tongue in her pussy to

help her pass the time, and she eagerly agreed. During the 30 minutes, I

realized she was serious about not coming until she saw the results.

Although she was moaning and offering encouragement to my efforts, she

never came.

When time was up, I used gauze pads to wipe off the dye paste, being

careful to keep it off of the undyed areas of her breasts. Then I got a

damp washcloth from the bathroom and cleaned her breasts. I was pleased

to see that there was no brown color on the washcloth after I cleaned

her off. I was also very pleased with the results. Where she was a very

light pink before, she was now very dark brown, even darker than I had

imagined she would be. Stunning, I thought.

I refused to tell her how I liked her new look, instead I made her close

her eyes while I led her to the mirror. Standing behind her with my

hands on her shoulders, I told her to open her eyes and look at her new

breasts. She did, and her mouth dropped open. She came hard, and tears

formed in her eyes. "They're beautiful," she said.

"You're beautiful," I told her, "and you're the same person you were 30

minutes ago. You were beautiful before, and you're beautiful now. This

is no different than trying a different shade of lipstick. Thank you for

taking a chance."

She tore her eyes away from her breasts in the mirror, and met my gaze.

"Thank you, Master, for thinking of this. It's great, I love the result,

and I love you." I asked her if I could be the first to kiss her new

breasts. She turned around and hugged me. "The first, last, and only

lips that will ever touch these babies are yours, my Master. Have your

way with them." I kissed her lips, then thoroughly kissed each nipple

and areola.

"I'm happy to report that they taste as sweet as ever," I told her. She

laughed, and said that's something we hadn't even thought of, that the

dye might change the way her skin tasted. She asked if I would like to

road test her new breasts in bed, to make sure they still work well with

the older parts of her body. "Later," I replied with a laugh. "Right now

its time for your workout. May I lead you by your new nipples to the

spare bedroom?" She stuck her breasts out at me and told me to lead away.

When we arrived in the spare bedroom, Carrie started putting on her

workout shoes and socks. I went to get something from the guest room,

and when I came back she was in the Waiting Pose. I told her to raise

her arms. As I slipped one of her athletic bras over her arms and head,

I said, "This might seem strange, to put a bra on you and cover up your

beautiful new brown breasts. Even though I love to watch your breasts

bounce on the elliptical trainer, I know that's bad for you in the long

run, so starting today you will wear a sports bra during your workouts."

Once I had it on her, I told her to adjust it while telling me what she

was doing and why. She did, and when she was finished I said, "Now take

it off." She was confused, but did as she was told. When she handed me

the bra I put it back on her and adjusted it myself. "How does it feel?"

I asked her. Smiling at me, she said it was perfect.

I told her to start her warmup exercise, and sat in my usual spot at the

front of the elliptical machine. We watched each other and smiled as she

warmed up. I told her when 5 minutes had gone by, and she hopped off and

did her stretches. When she was back on the machine, I told her I wanted

to hear all she had to say about pain. I hadn't expected to hear

anything useful from her the first time she talked about her masochism,

I just wanted us to talk about it openly, as a first step in

understanding it. She still thought her need for pain was a personal

failure on her part, because she was unable to be what her Master wanted

her to be. I wanted her to start thinking of it as a challenge we would

deal with together. I also had an idea for giving her what she needed

without harming her. I resolved to try it.

When her 45 minutes were finished, she was still covering new material,

a good sign that she had a lot to talk about. I told her she had made a

good start in explaining her needs to me, and she should begin her

cooldown now. She asked if she could keep talking, and I allowed it.

When the 5-minute cooldown was finished, I told her to take off her bra

and do her stretches. Then we went outside and walked around the house 3

times to finish her cooldown.

When we returned to the house, I took Carrie to the bedroom. Putting a

chair in front of the mirror for her to bend over and hold on to, I

spanked her thoroughly until the first sign of tears, then fucked her in

the ass. I spent a lot of time caressing her breasts, but I also left

them uncovered for her inspection part of the time. When her areolas

were visible, she couldn't take her eyes off of them. She kept thanking

me for dyeing them a darker shade. She said they looked a lot sexier to

her, and wanted to know my honest opinion about the change. I told her

the change really turned me on, but I didn't want her to think she was

more attractive to me now than she was before. "I know you love me and

accept my appearance as I was before and as I am now, Master," she told

me. "But I think I look prettier and sexier now than I did before. I

want to keep them this color, and maybe even darken them some more." I

told her we weren't going to make any decisions about further dyeing

until some time had passed, to make sure she didn't develop skin

problems or get sick from today's dyeing. She agreed that was a smart

decision.

When we tired of fucking, Carrie said she wanted to go and show Philip

her new boobs. I refused, telling her that she shouldn't put Philip in

that position. I reminded her that Philip was like a father to her, and

assured her that fathers don't want to discuss such things as nipple

color with their daughters. She reluctantly agreed.