I asked Carrie if she was ready for more bridle training, and she

eagerly agreed. In the mural room, I attached her belt, wrist cuffs, and

nipple clips. She told me there were ear plugs in a drawer in the

bathroom, but I questioned whether she was ready for that, and pointed

our that I had used voice commands to start and stop her before. She

said a tug on both nipples could mean "stop" if she was moving, and

"move" if she was stopped. Instead, I told her, we would tie a third

string to her clit, and use that one to start and stop her. She smiled.

Thinking ahead to what Carrie would be doing after lunch, I told her she

wasn't to have any orgasms until her Master came in her mouth later

today. Then leaning her back against the console, I knelt and stimulated

her clit until it was standing at full attention. I looped a piece of

string around it several times and tied it securely. I asked her if she

felt any pain from the string, she said she didn't. I then attached two

similar length strings to her nipple clips, and tugged each one to make

sure it wouldn't pull the clip off.

I told Carrie we were going to train outside today. Blindfolded and

wearing earplugs, her experience of the world would be reduced to what

she felt in her clit, her nipples, and her feet. I clipped her wrists

together behind her back and blindfolded her. I asked her if she minded

leaving her survival kit behind, since we wouldn't be outside that long.

She said that was Ok with her.

Before I put in the ear plugs, I told Carrie I wanted to lead her around

inside for awhile to make sure we were as coordinated as we had been

yesterday. I positioned the clit rein between her legs, and each nipple

rein over her shoulder, then behind her grasping the reins. With a tug

on her clit, she started walking slowly and responding to the directions

I gave her through her nipples. I led her through most of the rooms of

the house.

We avoided the kitchen area, trying to avoid Philip, but unfortunately

we met him in a hallway. He just shook his head and stood out of the way

until we passed. Since Carrie was blindfolded, she wasn't aware of

Philip until I told her to say hello to him. She gave him her best

imitation of a horse whinnying.

After a few minutes, Carrie and I agreed that we had our signals well

coordinated, and it was time to try the earplugs. I told her to assume

the Waiting Pose while I went to get them. Along the way, I also got one

of our favorite blankets. Returning to Carrie, I put the blanket in her

hands and told her not to drop it, then I kissed her and put in her

earplugs. With a tug to her clit, we were moving again. I led her around

inside a little longer, so she would have time to adjust to being deaf.

Loss of her hearing didn't seem to affect her responses to my signals,

so finally it was time, and I steered her to the exit door.

I stopped her, opened the door, then steered her through outside. After

stopping her long enough to close the door, I kissed her again and we

set off for our first rest stop. It was uphill most of the way, but the

path was well defined and there were no areas of loose rock or rough

ground. At one point, Carrie was getting overconfident and taking steps

that were too large for someone who can't see. She tripped and fell,

rolling to her side as I had told her to do in case of a fall.

After picking her up and seeing that she wasn't hurt, I temporarily

removed one of her earplugs. I asked her if she knew why she fell. "Yes,

Master, because I was overconfident and not being careful, as you warned

me to be." I told her she was correct, and I was sure she could complete

the training, but I would remove the earplugs if she wanted me to. She

said she wanted to continue with the ear plugs. I complemented her on

the way she turned her body to take the fall on her side, told her she

didn't have any scratches that I could see, then reinserted the earplug

and kissed her.

She was much more careful after her fall, taking very small steps if she

was unsure of the terrain. I was glad she was erring on the side of

caution, and I didn't try to hurry her faster than she felt comfortable

walking. After another 20 minutes, we reached our first rest stop. She

had done a great job, and I felt she had earned a reward. I stopped her,

then took the blanket from her hands and spread it on the ground.

I unfastened her wrists, then immediately reattached each wrist cuff to

the side of her belt. After removing the clit rein and nipple clips, I

helped her lie down on her back on the blanket. Once her her shoes and

socks were off, I spread her legs wide apart. If she didn't know what I

was planning before, she knew then, and she was smiling ear to ear.

The first thing I wanted to do was remind Carrie of her newly dyed

breasts. I knelt beside her and traced the outlines of each areola and

nipple, then bent down and tenderly kissed each one. "My beautiful,

brown nipples," she said. I kissed her on the lips, then returned to her

nipples. While kissing and tongueing one nipple, I massaged, rubbed, and

rolled the other nipple with my fingers. Then I switched, and each

nipple got the alternate treatment. I kept this up until she was moaning

softly and squirming on the blanket. Then I stopped and just looked at

her for a few minutes.

Carrie didn't know why I stopped, or what I was planning. She whimpered

a few times, then lay quietly, waiting to find out what would be done to

her next. Watching her lying there in the bright sun, I realized she

wasn't wearing any sun protection, so we shouldn't stay out more than an

hour. I got up and knelt again between her legs, and slowly started to

administer her reward.

First I gave each of her feet a deep massage, then I thoroughly kissed

each foot and sucked on her toes for awhile. I don't think that turned

her on, but it did make her smile.

Moving up to her thighs, I caressed and kissed the inside of each thigh

until she was moaning. Working my way closer and closer to her pussy, I

began making brushing, tentative contact. She was breathing faster now,

and she would gasp each time I contacted her pussy. Gradually growing

bolder with my touches, I brushed her clit with the tip of my tongue,

then I lay down with my face right above her pussy and began some

serious stimulation. With my hands I slowly moved up her belly, stomach,

and chest, until I found her nipples.

I knew this was one of her favorite positions, but I had forbidden her

to come. My goal now was not to torment her, that would come in the

basement after lunch. I just wanted her to feel really good, as a reward

for her excellent progress in bridle training. Consequently, I slowly

increased her stimulation over a period of about 10 minutes, then slowly

took her down again over the same time span. After I had tapered off the

stimulation on her pussy, I moved up to lay down beside her and held her

in my arms for awhile. She started several times to talk, but each time

I gently squeezed her lips together to silence her. For awhile, I wanted

her silent as well as deaf and blind.

I thought we had stayed out as long as we should without sun block, so I

knelt at her side and again kissed and caressed her nipples. Then I

pulled her to a sitting position and put on her shoes and socks. Finally

I pulled her to her feet and unfastened the wrist cuffs from the belt. I

guided her off to the side so I could fold up the blanket, then smiled

to see that my perfect slave immediately assumed the Waiting Pose when I

let go of her. After gathering up the blanket and her bridle equipment,

I walked to her side, kissed her, and put an arm around her upper back.

As soon as I started walking, she put her arm around my waist, and we

walked back home.

I had decided to leave her blindfolded and deaf until we were finished

in the basement this afternoon. When we got in the house, I let go of

her to find Philip and see about lunch. As soon as she lost contact with

me, she assumed the Waiting Pose again. She knew this was a test, to

evaluate her response under these conditions, and as usual she wanted to

be perfect.

Philip said he would have lunch ready for us in 15 minutes. I retrieved

Carrie and took her to the bathroom. Seating her on the commode, I knelt

in front of her and kissed her and caressed her breasts until she

finished. Holding her arms, I raised her off the toilet and we pivoted

around so I could sit. Then we continued kissing until I finished. I

helped her use the bidet, then used it myself, and we dried one another.

I removed Carrie's wrist manacles and belt, taking them to the mural

room for this afternoon's use. Then I dressed her the way she was

dressed for breakfast, in a skirt, blouse, and heels. I had expected her

to ask before now if I would take out her earplugs, but she kept perfect

silence from the time I made her aware that I didn't wish her to speak.

I suddenly grabbed her roughly around her waist, and kissed her hard on

her lips. She put both arms around my neck and returned my kiss, giving

as good as she got. Then I led her to the dining room.

After pulling her chair out and positioning her at the table, I pushed

the chair in until it contacted her legs. She smoothly pulled up her

skirt and sat down. When I pushed the chair in, she placed her unbound

hands on her thighs, palms up and fingers open. She had never before

been in this situation, where she was blindfolded but not manacled. Like

every other control situation I imposed on her, she responded with grace

and perfection.

I slowly fed us lunch. She almost always sensed when a bite of food was

in front of her, and gracefully plucked it from my fingers, but once or

twice I had to touch the food to her lips for her to know it was there.

Several times during the meal I got up from my chair and kissed her on

the lips. I always got a big smile, but she kept perfectly silent the

whole time. Once I put a hand on her breast and caressed her lightly.

After enjoying my caress for a few moments, she put both of her hands

over mine and pressed my hand to her breast, then brought my hand to her

lips and kissed it. I had a strong urge to remove her earplugs then,

just so I could tell her I loved her.

After lunch I took Carrie to the living room, turned the radio on at low

volume, and selected the station we liked for dance music. I then held

Carrie and began dancing. She immediately realized what I was doing,

making her dance without being able to hear the music, so she had only

my lead to go by. She laughed and began dancing with me, and after only

a few minutes practice she was following me smoothly. She had a big

smile on her face the whole time we danced. About 30 minutes later, I

stopped dancing with her and kissed her hand, and then she leaned

forward and pursed her lips. Taking the hint, I put my arms around her

waist and kissed her.

I led Carrie to the bedroom, where I undressed her and removed her

shoes. Leading her to the mural room, I put on all of her bondage gear,

then clipped her wrists to the back of her belt. Leaving her in the

Waiting Pose temporarily, I collected the nipple clips and the new

vibrators we had received along with the dye. I carefully led my deaf

and blind Slave down the stairs and into the training room, then steered

her to her slave bed.

When Carrie was installed in her bed, with her arms pulled down toward

the floor below her body, and her ass resting on the makeshift support,

I stood by her breasts and caressed them for a few minutes. After

kissing her again, I attached her nipple clips, then clamped one of the

small vibrators to one clip. After retrieving our 3 original vibrators

from a drawer, I attached the other small one to her other nipple clip.

By now she knew what she was going to be subjected to. I moved from her

side and went to stand between her legs. Lubricating one of the dildo

vibrators, I slowly pushed it into her ass. Then I leaned over her and

begin stimulating her clit until it stood erect. I quickly attached the

new clit vibrator to it, and tightened it until I saw her wince

slightly. Finally I lubricated the second dildo vibrator and slipped it

into her pussy. She was now outfitted with 5 vibrators, and she had been

commanded not to come.

Walking back to her side, I kissed her again. I was sure she would say

something at this point, but she kept her silence. I believe she was

trying to psych herself up, to obey her Master's order as long as she

possibly could. Nevertheless she responded with passion to my kiss, and

I lingered at her lips for long moments. When I finally broke contact

with her lips, I reached out and switched on the small vibrators on each

nipple clip. She gasped, then began taking slow, deep breaths. I gave

her a final short kiss on the lips, then walked back to her crotch.

I caressed the inside of Carrie's thighs and her belly for several

minutes, enjoying the soft texture of her skin. Then in rapid order I

started the dildoes in her pussy and her ass. Returning to the caresses,

I could feel her trembling as she tried to come to grips with the flood

of sexual stimulation she was receiving. I knew she had nearly total

control over her orgasms, and she had withstood this same level of

stimulation in the past, granted that we only had one nipple vibrator

until today. I decided to leave her with this level of stimulation for

awhile, but I continued to stay with her and gradually moved from one

end of her body to the other, caressing and kissing her skin.

Carrie had been told that she could cum when her Master came in her

mouth. I decided to tease her by making her think that time was near. I

lowered her headrest until her head was tilted downward as I would want

it when I put my dick in her mouth. But then I only caressed her neck,

shoulders, and breasts while kissing her tenderly on the lips. When I

began moving my attentions back down her body again, she groaned softly.

She had to know I did it to torment her, and I was sure I would hear

about it later, but for now she was determined to obey her Master.

I was trying to decide how much control she had remaining. I intended to

turn on the final vibrator, attached to her clit, at some point, but I

was worried she would come when I did that. I wanted her to have a

difficult struggle against the stimulation, but I wanted her to win, not

to lose. Finally, I decided that she would want me to push her to be her

best, so I turned on the clit vibrator. She gasped, and spoke for the

first time in hours. "Oh, my God," she said, "Master, I can't resist

that."

I moved up to her head and kissed her hard, then released one of her

wrists and held her hand in mine, letting her know I had confidence in

her. She smiled, and nodded her head as best she could. Her breathing

was becoming shallow and ragged, and she was trembling from the effort.

I decide she had struggled long enough, and it was becoming likely she

would have to come soon.

Keeping hold of her hand, I put my already-hard cock in her mouth. She

squeezed my hand in thanks, and immediately began working on me with her

lips and tongue. She was feeling a sense of urgency, and wasn't giving

me her usual slow and devastating blowjob. That was fine with me. As I

said, I wanted her to win this contest. It didn't take me but a minute

to cum in her mouth, and that triggered an orgasm in Carrie that lasted

nearly a minute. By the time her orgasm subsided, she had finished

cleaning my dick, and I removed it from her mouth. Weakly, she said,

"Please turn them off, Master." I quickly complied with her request.

When I had removed the vibrators from her ass, pussy and clit, I wiped

her crotch area dry. Returning to her upper body, I removed the nipple

clips with their vibrators, then removed her ear plugs. I told her I

loved her, and said how proud I was of all she had accomplished today.

She said it was quite an experience, being totally dependent on my

control, and she wanted to do it again soon. "Including, the clit

vibrator?" I asked with a smile.

"It's devastating, Master," she replied with a laugh. "You don't need

any of the others, you can take me to the limits of my strength with

that one alone." I told her she had withstood all 5 of them, and had not

disobeyed her Master's command, and I repeated how proud I was of my

Slave. I also reminded her of her excellent performance during the

bridle training and while we were dancing. She laughed, and said, "The

dancing was inspired, Master. Dancing without being able to hear the

music or see your dance partner is quite an experience. But you

controlled your Slave perfectly."

"I controlled a perfect Slave, Carrie. That's a better description of

what we did together today." We kissed again, then I began removing her

from her slave bed. When she was standing in front of me, I picked her

up, carried her to the couch and laid her down. As soon as I lay down

next to her, she pulled herself up on top of me and began kissing me.

When I rose to the occasion, she reached down and guided my cock into

her pussy. "Don't you want a break from sex, Carrie?" I asked.

"I want a break from vibrators, Master, but I want as much sex with you

as I can get. What do you want to do with your slave for the rest of the

day, Master?" As we talked, she slowly pumped her hips to keep me hard.

I said I was guessing she had some ideas, and she said, "Believe it or

not, Master, I was thinkng of more dancing. I bet I could do better if

you let me hear the music."

"You're wrong, Carrie," I told her, "you couldn't do better, because you

followed my lead perfectly. Would you rather be dressed as you were this

morning, or would you prefer wearing just the skirt, so we can both

admire your beautiful brown breasts?"

"Just the skirt Master, and would you please remove my blindfold now?

I'd like to see my breasts again." I took off her blindfold, then she

raised herself up on her hands and smiled as she looked down at her

areolas and nipples. "I just love them, Master," she said with a grin.

She leaned down and kissed me, then said, "You're so good to me, I'm the

luckiest woman in the world. I was stupid enough to walk into hell, and

I wound up in heaven."

After we had both come a number of times on the couch, I told Carrie it

was time to go upstairs. As I removed her bonds in the mural room, I

told her I wanted to give her an enema and then put in her butt plug.

When Carrie had prepared her enema, she handed me the full enema bag

with a smile, then immediately knelt with her forehead touching the

floor, her wrists crossed behind her back. I inserted the tube in her

ass, started the flow, and slapped her cheek. Later, when I removed the

tube, she hopped up and sat on the toilet. Kneeling in front of her, I

used my lips and tongue on her nipples for a few minutes, until she was

moaning softly. I told her the novelty of seeing her with darker areolas

and nipples was a real turn-on, and it was hard for me to keep from

touching them. "Don't try, Master," she said, "they're for your

pleasure. Look, touch, and use them as you please."

Sitting back on my heels, with my hands lightly gripping Carrie's

thighs, I told her to stimulate her breasts and nipples while I watched.

She no longer seemed shy about playing with herself for my enjoyment.

After a few minutes, I asked her if she enjoyed doing that, and she said

she enjoyed it very much. I told her to move one hand to her pussy, and

she immediately began caressing her outer pussy lips. Then I told her to

go inside, and she did that. Finally I told her to grasp her clit gently

between her thumb and forefinger, and stimulate it until I told her she

could cum. After watching her a few more minutes, smiling at me while

she masturbated herself and held the enema in her bowels, I told her I

wanted her to begin releasing the enema, then cum 3 seconds later.

Everything about Carrie interested me. I had made a study of the

different expressions on her face when she came, because they were very

different from one time to the next. Captioning her expressions had

become a game, pretending I didn't know they were produced in an orgasm.

There was "surprised", "just won the lottery", "so in love", "I know

something you don't know", "what a relief", and others. At first, I

thought these expressions really indicated her inner thoughts, but now I

knew her well enough to doubt it. I came close to asking her about it

several times, but I was afraid it would make her self conscious, so I

played my game silently. This time her look was "surprised". Maybe

having an orgasm while taking a massive shit really surprised her, I

don't know.

After putting in her butt plug, I led Carrie to the bedroom and stood

her in front of the full length mirror. "Look at that beautiful woman

for awhile," I told her. She smiled at me and looked at her breasts. "Go

ahead and touch them, see why I like to watch you." She watched herself

slowly caress her breasts and nipples, then she cupped her breasts in

her hands and lifted them slightly. I had her lean on me with one arm

while she stepped into her skirt, then put her heels on. Standing behind

her, I told her to cup her breasts again, and I began to caress and kiss

her bare shoulders and back. She sighed and leaned back against me.

Tilting her head back, she asked me to kiss her and then take her

dancing.

With our arms around each other, we walked to the living room. I told

her we would have a glass of wine first, and watched her raise her skirt

to sit on the couch. I went to the kitchen, and returned shortly with a

bottle of wine and a glass. She sat with her legs apart and her open,

upturned hands on her thighs. "I feel more naked like this than when I'm

wearing my house blouse," she told me. As I poured a glass of wine, I

looked at her and told her she was beautiful. She said, "You make me

feel beautiful, Master." Kneeling in front of her, I offered her the

first sip from our glass.

Carrie took a sip of wine, then leaned her head back on the couch and

closed her eyes. "It was about this time yesterday you married me,

Carrie," I said. "I should tell you more often what a wonderful wife you

are, not to mention what a wonderful woman, slave, and partner you are."

She leaned forward and put her hands on each side of my face. She kissed

my forehead, then my lips, then pulled back and looked into my eyes.

"Please dance with your wife, Master," she asked. I got up and offered

her my hand. We walked together to the radio and turned on our favorite

station, then started dancing. She put both arms around my neck and

pressed her body close to me, and I immediately got an erection. "Too

bad I'm wearing this skirt, Master," she said, "otherwise you'd have

someplace to put that thing." I told her Philip was still in the house,

and she would lose the skirt as soon as he left for the day. "I could

change to a shorter skirt, Master," she said with a grin. I smiled, and

said I bet she couldn't change skirts and get back before I lost my

erection. "You're on," she said, as she ran to the bedroom.

Carrie won the bet. Running back into the living room, wearing her

shortest skirt, she smiled when she saw the bulge in my pants. Looking

like a predator stalking its prey, she walked up to me as she tucked the

front hem of her skirt into her waistband. Unzipping my pants, she

pulled out my cock. Then she put one arm around my neck and pressed her

body to mine, guiding my cock into her pussy. Putting her other arm

around my neck, she sighed and said "Much better," then put her lips to

mine. We began swaying to the music, limiting our movement to avoid

fallout. Carrie looked questioningly at me, I nodded, and we came.

We danced for several hours, only stopping a few times to share another

glass of wine. Part of the time we danced sexually coupled, but mostly

we just danced. I finally noticed that it was nearly 5:00. Philip was

long gone, and there was no reason for Carrie to wear her skirt any

longer. I reached down and unfastened it, and when it fell to her ankles

Carrie kicked it out of our way. "How about you, Master?" she asked. I

let go of her and opened my arms, and she undressed me. Finally we both

kicked off our shoes, and resumed dancing in the nude. Carrie asked me

if I had any plans for her this evenng. I said I had not thought about

it, and asked if she had any ideas.

"I would like a long soak in the tub with you, and an evening of

cuddling, Master," she said. I told her that was a fine idea, we needed

a relaxing evening now and then. But I told her that before we got into

a cuddling mode, I needed her for something in the bedroom. She led me

to the bedroom by my cock. I told her to continue into the bathroom and

lean over the bathtub, where I pulled out her butt plug and cleaned her

off.

When we returned to the bedroom, I positioned a chair facing the mirror.

Carrie knew what was coming. She kissed me, then took her position

behind the chair without being told. I roughly bent her over the chair

back and began spanking her hard. This time I continued until her tears

were flowing freely. "Cum," I commanded, and she came hard. I plunged my

cock into her ass. She held onto the chair arms for dear life, looked at

us in the mirror the whole time I slammed her butt. After perhaps 10

minutes, we both came, but I wasn't ready to stop. We continued for

another 10 or 15 minutes and several more orgasms, until finally I began

to go limp.

When I pulled out of Carrie, she immediately turned around and knelt in

front of me. Her eyes were still red from crying, but she was smiling

and licking her lips as she looked at my cock. I stood still, so she

walked on her knees until she could reach me, and took my cock into her

mouth. She cleaned me off thoroughly, then kissed my cock as she

released it. "You don't have to do that, you know." I said. "In fact, I

wish you wouldn't."

She smiled up at me and said, "All you have to do is command me not to

Master, and I will stop. You haven't, and I know it's because you enjoy

it. It's my pleasure and my duty to clean my Master after sex, please

let me continue doing something we both enjoy. Now please take your

Slave to the bathroom and brush her teeth." Smiling, I took her hands in

mine and pulled her to her feet, then led her to the bathroom and

brushed her teeth. When I finished, she insisted on brushing mine, then

we both used the toilet and spent an hour together in the tub.

When we returned to the bedroom, Carrie said that I owed her some

cuddling time. "Isn't that what we were doing while ago, with you bent

over the chair?" I asked with a smile.

"Oh, Master, what dictionary have you been using? No, that was

domination, pure and simple, and I loved it and crave it. But now I need

some gentle time, time to quietly adore my Master while he holds me and

makes me feel like I'm safe and loved and his partner for life."