"Your Master will be happy to spend some quality cuddling time with his

wife, right after she makes some dinner for us. Something quick and

light, please." She looked a little disappointed that the cuddling would

be delayed, but she curtsied and left for the kitchen. As she went out

the door, I told her to put her skirt back on before starting dinner.

"Yes, Master," she replied without looking back.

I relaxed in the bedroom for about 10 minutes, then joined Carrie in the

kitchen. Coming up behind her, I took a breast in each hand and kissed

the back of her neck. She froze what she was doing and turned her head

around for a kiss on the lips, which I happily provided. She asked if

the skirt should go, and I told her to keep it on, I enjoyed the

mystery. "Ha!" she snorted, "If there's still a mystery under here, you

haven't been paying attention, Master."

"There will always be a mystery about you, Carrie, and that's how I want

it. Yes, I know your body about as intimately as I possibly could, but

you keep surprising me with your wonderful mind, your terrific sense of

humor, the depth of your submission, and your commitment to our

partnership. Not to mention that you get more beautiful by the hour."

She just smiled and kissed me again. "Yes, Master, I know," she said

with a wicked grin.

I sat down on a chair and watched her as she continued to make dinner.

"I've spanked you twice in the last day or so, Carrie. Until now I had

never done that. I want to know how you feel about it."

She was silent for a long time. "Don't you have a reply for your

Master?" I finally asked her.

"I was trying to think of the right words, Master. I have conflicting

feelings about it, I'm not sure I know exactly how I feel about it."

"Ok, I'll ask you questions, and you answer them. Do you want me to stop

spanking you?"

After a pause, she answered quietly, "No, Master."

"Does it bother you that I've spanked you for my pleasure, and hopefully

yours, and not as punishment?"

"That's part of what's troubling me, Master. I know I haven't broken any

rules, and I don't think I've angered you, so it doesn't seem like I

should be whipped."

"First of all, you weren't whipped, you were spanked with my open hand.

Second, you are right that you hadn't done anything wrong. You have been

a perfect slave during the period of time you were spanked. Would it

help if I explicitly promise you that you will never be punished except

when we are downstairs, and that any pain I give you upstairs or outside

is strictly for my pleasure and yours?"

"It's still confusing, Master. When you flog me downstairs, that's not

punishment either."

"So what are you saying, Carrie? Can't you tell the difference between a

flogging or spanking versus an application of the crop or whip? Surely

the crop or whip are much more severe. What can we do to separate pain

administered for punishment from pain administered for pleasure?"

After a long pause, Carrie said, "Master, I thought we agreed that I

should try to suppress my masochism, and get over my desire to have you

inflict pain on me. Now you are inflicting pain on me more often. Don't

you see why that confuses me?"

"Do you remember my reason for not wanting to apply the amount of pain

that would to satisfy your needs?"

She though for a moment, then said "You were worried about damaging my

body, my skin, Master." As she said that, a slow smile crept over her

face.

"Did you ever hear of anyone getting permanently damaged by a spanking,

Carrie?" I asked her.

Now she was grinning. "No, Master," she replied.

"Is dinner ready, Carrie?"

"In about 5 minutes, Master. The table is set, and we just need to wait

for everything to get hot."

"Then drop your skirt and come and lean over the chair, Carrie. Five

minutes will do."

"Yes, Master," she said quietly as she took off her skirt and bent over

the chair. My hand was a little sore from earlier, but I gave her a hard

five minutes of spanking. When I stopped and told her to stand up, the

tears we rolling down her face. She faced me with her eyes downcast, but

a slight smile on her lips.

"Tell me how that makes you feel, Slave," I ordered.

"Master, it makes me feel very dominated, and very submissive, Master."

"It's going to be like this for a few days, maybe a week, Carrie. At

random times during the day you will receive hard spankings. Unless I

tell you otherwise, the spankings will be delivered for my pleasure, not

as punishment. After that time we will discuss whether we should

continue with spanking or not. Tell your Master how you feel about that."

She did something so unexpected, I couldn't believe it was happening at

first. She fell to her knees and started kissing my feet. I told her to

stop it and stand up. When she was standing, her eyes were still

downcast. I told her to look at me, and reluctantly she raised her eyes.

I told her to explain why she kissed my feet. She swallowed hard, but

kept quiet. "Speak!" I said.

She lowered her eyes again, and said in a very quiet voice, "Master, It

was the most submissive act I could think of performing, Master."

I told her to put dinner on the table, and we would continue talking

while we ate. When we were at the table, she was still naked. She asked

formally if she could eat dinner on her knees off the floor. I told her

she could not, and she would sit her bare ass in the chair now so we

could begin dinner. She sat.

A few minutes into the meal, I asked her why she had to perform the most

submissive act she could think of for her Master. "Master, that's how it

makes your Slave feel to be spanked hard and to know that the spanking

will be repeated frequently, Master."

I told her that she had not been ordered to use formal speech, which was

generally reserved for downstairs, and she would knock it off right now

and talk to me like my wife. She said that was difficult for her to do

right now. She felt more enslaved to me than she dreamed possible, she

was having a hard time dealing with it. "Do you want me to stop spanking

you, Carrie?" I asked.

"Please, Master, don't do that. It's wonderful, I can't describe how it

makes me feel, it's even more devastating than when you grab my pussy

lips with both your hands. I feel so submissive, so enslaved, it drives

all thoughts out of my mind. And the pain is wonderful, it's exactly

what I've craved, what I've tried to deny I needed because of my

promises to you."

"When it first occurred to me to spank you," I told her, "I was hoping

it would act as an escape valve for your masochism. I'm glad I was right

about that. But I can't have you dropping to kiss my feet, refusing to

look at me, and lapsing into formal slave behavior all the time. That's

for downstairs, all except the foot kissing. Foot kissing is not

appropriate anywhere, well maybe in bed. But when we're not in the

basement under formal rules, you are my partner, my woman, my wife, and

also my slave. When I choose to dominate you, I will do so. You will

submit to my domination whenever I choose, and then you will return to

being my partner, my woman, my wife, and my slave. I require the whole

package. Do you understand what I'm demanding of you, and can you do it

for your Master, for your partner?"

She sat up straight, looked me in the eye, and said, "Give me a little

time, Master, and I'll be back. Please don't stop the spanking. I

thought my life with you was perfect, but you've made it better."

"Were you spanked as a child, Carrie?" I asked her. She said she had

never been spanked until her Master spanked her. I asked her why it took

her three spankings before she had such an extreme reaction to it. She

thought for a moment, then said she thought the first spanking was just

payback for the way she had treated me during our role reversal. She was

sure I'd get over it and stop spanking her soon. Then when I spanked her

in the bedroom earlier tonight she knew it wasn't a temporary thing, and

it started affecting her more profoundly. Then when I spanked her again

tonight in the kitchen, after helping her understand what I was trying

to accomplish, her reaction overwhelmed her.

We had long since finished dinner. I told her to stand up, then bend

over the back of her chair. She jumped to comply. When she was

positioned, I got up and started to clear the table. When all the dishes

had been removed and the dishwasher started, I returned to her. I stood

behind her for a few minutes, then began to carress her ass and the back

of her thighs. She was trembling, and pussy juices were running down

both of her legs. "Carrie," I finally said, "you have a choice to make.

We will perform one of three actions together, starting as soon as you

choose which one. The first is that I will put you in your slave bed

downstairs, give your the most severe spanking you have yet had, and

leave you there for the night. The second is that I will put you in your

slave bed downstairs, fuck you all over, and leave you there for the

night. The third is that we will go to the bedroom and cuddle as we had

earlier planned, then we will go to bed without any further sex. What is

your preference?"

"For options one and two, will my Master be staying downstairs with his

slave?" she asked. I told her that I would not be staying with her this

time, but I would do my best to be there for her when she woke up.

"Then I choose option three, Master," she said. I told her she could

stand up, and she turned around and looked into my eyes. "I love you,

Master," she said.

"I love you too, Carrie. Would it be helpful if we were Bill and Carrie

for the rest of the evening?"

She put her arms around me and kissed me. "That would be perfect," she

said. "You always understand."

"Do you want to meet Bill naked, with your skirt on, or fully dressed?"

"Skirt only, Master, because I actually feel more naked like that than I

do now. It's time for Bill and I to discuss my life with my Master, and

feelings of nakedness are a big part of that life." We shared a smile,

knowing that the nakedess she was talking about wasn't just physical. I

was requiring her more and more to be mentally and emotionally naked,

and she wanted to talk about it. I told her to grab her skirt, a bottle

of wine and some glasses from the kitchen, and Bill would join her in

the bedroom in a few minutes. Smiling, she kissed me again and ran to

the kitchen.

When I entered the bedroom, Carrie was sitting in a chair. She said

hello to Bill, then asked how I liked her topless. I told her I liked

her fine topless, but why was she wearing the skirt?

She didn't waste any time. "In my other life, I'm a slave. This is how

my Master commanded me to dress earlier this evening, before dinner. I

will never give up that life, I will be with the man who is my Master

until I die or until he doesn't want me any more. I wanted you to know

that."

"Gee," I said, "I take it you're happy as a slave, since you say you

wouldn't give it up. Is it hard? Do you have to do things you don't want

to do? Does he force you to have sex against your will? Do you love him?

Do you think he'll change his mind and not want you someday?"

She gave me a sharp look. "Tough questions, Bill. I'll answer the best I

can. Yes, I am happier than I thought it was possible to be. Yes, it is

very, very hard. There is no way I could make you understand how hard it

is. I have to defy my nature, my being, every second of my life to

submit to this man. But I wouldn't have it any other way. A week ago I

would have said yes, I have to do many things I don't want to. That's

not true any more. Now I want to do everything and anything he tells me,

asks me, or even seems like he might ask me to do.

"No, he has never forced me to have sex against my will. With this man,

sex against my will would be impossible. Whatever he wants to do with me

or to me, I willingly and eagerly accept it.

"I tell him I love him, but it's a lie. There isn't a word to describe

how I feel about him. Calling it love is a pathetically inadequate

description. I worship him like a god, that's a better description than

love. And yes, I think one day he won't want to be with me any more."

She gave me a hard look. "That day is too horrible to think about, never

bring it up again."

She stood up and poured two glasses of wine. After handing one to me,

she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Picking up her glass, she

turned her back to me. Looking over her shoulder, she asked "Is my ass

red, Bill? My Master has started spanking me frequently." I told her it

didn't look red to me, it was beautiful. I asked her why her Master

spanked her. She said it was because that was exactly what she needed,

and her Master had figured that out. I asked her why she needed to be

spanked. "Because it is the best possible alternative, to save a pain

slut from causing herself harm. My Master understood what I needed, and

knew that I wouldn't be able to deny my nature forever, so he found a

solution to save me.

"I have two good men in my life, Bill, my Master and you. You know where

I should be? Where I deserve to be? I should be in some rich bastard's

slave stable, being whipped and fucked against my will god-only-knows

how many times a day. That's what I signed up for, Bill. I didn't think

I was signing up for that, because I was stupid. But that's where I

should have wound up. My Master saved me from that. His love saved me,

and destroyed his life. You want to know if he'll leave me someday? He

would be a fool not to leave."

I wanted to stop her at this point, but I didn't know how to do it and

remain Bill. "Seems like you're feeling pretty sorry for yourself,

Carrie. So you escaped a bad fate and wound up with someone you want to

be with. Why is that so bad?"

"Oh, it's not bad, Billy Boy, not bad at all. If you don't count the

lives I've screwed up along the way, my lifelong friends, my Master,

you."

"My life isn't ruined, Carrie. I'm here with you now because I want to

be. If anything, you helped me get out of a place I didn't belong, and

now I'm very happy with where I am and who I'm with. Do you think there

is anyone supporting you here who would not willingly do anything for

you, including dying? Tell me what's really on your mind. Tell me what

you can't tell your Master.

That got her attention, she looked at me sharply. "If I can't tell my

Master, what makes you think I can tell you?"

"Because it needs to be said, and if you won't say it to me, and you

can't tell your Master, who can you tell?"

After looking at me for a long moment, she sank to her knees, then sat

on the floor. She looked up at me with a pleading expression. "I'm so

afraid, please help me," she said.

I sat in front of her and took her hands. She looked at our hands, and I

knew she was confused now, was she with Bill or Master? Fuck it, it

didn't matter. I told her to look at me, then I said, "Help is right

here, Carrie. What do you need?"

"I can't ask you, Master, I have no right to ask you for anything."

"Quite the contrary, Carrie, you are required to ask me for any help you

need. It isn't our Master/Slave relationship that requires it, it is our

partnership that requires it. We are in this together."

"Well then how do I tell you my fear is that our partnership is an

illusion, Master? If you wanted to dump me and leave, would our

partnership prevent that from happening? If you get tired of being

cooped up here, or if you get tired of me and leave, what will I do? You

have become my whole life. All I am now is your slave. If you leave,

what will I do? Turn myself in to the organization? Find the rich

bastard I should have wound up with, knock on his door, say 'here I am,

sorry I'm late'?"

She took a deep breath. "Why did you have to ask me if I thought you

wouldn't want me someday? I thought you were just going to relieve some

of the pressure I felt from my slavery by letting me have some time with

Bill. What was that bullshit about leaving me? You're going to leave,

aren't you? This is your way of telling me."

I almost laughed, but that would have been a serious error at this time.

"I'm never going to leave you, Carrie. What can I do to prove that to

you?"

"Why did you say that? Why did you bring up the subject of you leaving

me? Why? Why? Explain it to me."

"I did it because I'm an idiot. It was something I thought Bill would

ask after what you had told him. Bill was trying to find out if he was

always going to be second banana, so to speak."

She grinned briefly at the banana reference, then scowled again. "How

can I believe you?" she asked.

I needed to lighten things up, so I risked a little more humor. "I don't

suppose it would work if I commanded you to believe me?" Her scowl

deepened. "Look, Carrie, you should believe me because you know what an

idiot I can be. Read my lips. I SCREWED UP. I love you and I'll never

leave you, that's the simple truth. You either have to believe me, or

spell out what I need to do to convince you. Otherwise we're at an

impasse, and we both lose. Now come on, let's reason this out together.

we're good at that."

She looked up at me. "We are good at that," she said. "Can I believe

you? I want to."

I looked into her eyes, and said, "Yes, you can believe me. You KNOW you

can believe me. Don't you know I love you? And whether you believe me or

not, never again say that you are nothing but my slave. You are whatever

you want to be."

She began crying. "I'm sorry," she sobbed. "Of course I believe you.

Please forgive me."

"That was bullshit wasn't it, that part about worshiping me like a god?"

She shook her head No. "Don't ever leave me, please don't. I would die."

"I never will. Hey, if you can't trust your god, who can you trust?"

"Are you going to use that against me from now on, or was this the one

time?"

"It will come up just once more, when you feel like explaining it to me.

'Cause I'm just a guy, not a god. So I need to know what you were really

thinking when you said that."

"Ok, but not now."

"I think I heard Bill down the hall, Carrie. He's a really nice guy,

even though he says stupid things sometimes. Why don't you get off the

floor, and I'll go see if I can find him." I walked to the kitchen and

back. She was sitting in the chair, naked. She stood up and walked to me.

"Can I have a kiss, Bill?, she asked? She gave me a long, sensual kiss,

appropriate for someone she had a sexual history with. Finally she broke

the kiss, looked in my eyes, and said, "Bill, did I ever tell you that

I'm a sex slave for a Master whom I worship as a god?" She had a barely

detectable smile.

I tried my best to keep a straight face. "No, Carrie, but I would love

to hear all about it, if you would like to tell me."

She said it was a long story, and I told her I had all the time in the

world, and was very interested in any aspects of her life she would

share with me. She asked me to sit in the most comfortable chair in the

room, then she picked up a glass of wine, curled up in my lap, and

offered me a sip. After taking a sip herself, she began telling her

story.

We talked all night. We were still talking when Philip looked in on us

in the morning. I already knew almost everything she told me, but now I

knew it from her side as well as mine. I had never understood how much

against her nature it was for her to be a slave, and how hard it was for

her to be submissive. The hardest thing I had to accept was why she does

it. Everything she does, she does because she loves me and treasures our

partnership. She was wrong about me leaving, I would never have left

her. But if I had been planning to dump her, I doubt I could have done

it after what she let me see. Now I know that she was exaggerating when

she said she worshipped me like a god, but she only exaggerated a

little. From this point on, it was going to be a lot more difficult for

me to play the part of her dominating master, but I knew she still

needed me in that role, and I would try my best to meet her needs.

We told Philip we had been up all night, and we were going to bed. We

would catch him later and see about lunch. We went to use the toilet.

While she sat and I held her hands, I asked her if she needed Bill to

stay. She said No, she needed her Master now. I told her he was here,

and would always be here any time she needed him. We kissed.

When we got in bed, she climbed on top of me and said she wanted to go

to sleep with my cock in her pussy. She slid down and took my cock in

her mouth, and got me hard in only a few seconds. She slid back up and

guided me into her, then she sighed and told me good night. We both went

to sleep immediately.

I woke up and looked at the clock. It was a few minutes past noon. She

was still on top of me, my dick was still hard, and her pussy was very

wet. I didn't even want to think about how much sex we had had in our

sleep. I shook Carrie and told her to wake up, we had things to do

today. She looked at me sleepily and kissed me. Then she remembered last

night, and seemed embarrassed. I told her I would never leave her, and

she smiled and said she believed me. She gave me an evil grin, and said

she deserved a good spanking for the way she behaved last night. I told

her she deserved four spankings, and if my hands could stand it, I would

give her an extra before bedtime tonight. I told her to go and wait for

me at the toilet, then she would get her first spanking before our

shower. "Five, Master?" she asked.

"Would you like to go for six, Slave," I asked. She jumped out of bed

and ran into the bathroom. She was in the Waiting position when I

staggered into the bathroom. "Sit," I said, then knelt in front of her

and began playing with her breasts. I looked up and saw her looking into

my eyes. She had tears running down her cheeks. "Are you still worried I

plan to leave you?" I asked her.

"No, Master, I'm embarrassed and so very much in love."

"Embarrassed about last night?" I asked. She nodded. "Don't be," I told

her. It was stupid of Bill to plant that suggestion in her mind. I said

I was going to beat the shit out of him for doing that to her, and she

asked me not to beat him up, she loved him as well as her Master. I said

Ok, he would get a pass this time, which caused her to smile.

We swapped places on the toilet. I told her to to use the bidet, then

bend over the tub for her spanking. I said she would count out loud the

number of times I slapped her ass, and we would stop at 100. That would

give her a count of 400 or 500 for today, which would be a short day,

since we slept all morning. I told her that over the next few days, we

would work up to 1000 per day. She gulped, said "Yes, Master," and took

her position over the edge of the tub.

When I finished on the bidet, I walked over to her and asked her if she

was ready to count out her spanking. "Yes, Master," she said quietly. I

closed the bathroom door, then began her spanking. She did pretty well

up to 50, then her silent crying turned to sobbing and she had trouble

counting out. I told her we would start over if she lost count or

couldn't keep speaking the count. I paused a moment for her to regain

control, then began again. She made it all the way to 100, but just

barely. She was sobbing uncontrollably. I told her she would straighten

up, meet her Master's gaze, thank her Master for the spanking, and then

kiss her Master on the lips.

She stood up straight and turned to face me. Tears were running down her

face, her lips were quivering, and she was still sobbing. She met my

gaze, and I have never seen a more submissive look from any slave. She

took a deep, gasping breath, and thanked me for her spanking. Then she

tenderly kissed me on the lips. After the kiss, she kept her face close

to mine, and said with her eyes lowered, "You are my love and my life,

and I adore you." Then she dropped to her knees and bowed her head.

I ran my fingers through her hair, then said, "Stand up, Carrie, and

don't do that again without being commanded to." She stood up, and I

raised her head and kissed her passionately on the lips. "Have I lost a

lover and picked up a worshiper?" I asked. "You will remember your other

roles, as my partner, my woman, my wife, and act accordingly."

She straightened up, took a deep breath, looked up and met my gaze, then

said, "You overwhelm me Master, it's very hard to snap back after such

intense domination."

"Learn," I said. "I want Carrie here right now."

She took another deep breath. Tears were still running down her cheeks.

"Ok, I'm here," she said.

"Don't leave again," I ordered. I told her to turn on the shower so we

could get cleaned up and start our day. When we were both under the

shower, I dropped to my knees and began tenderly kissing her pussy.

After a few minutes, I looked up and said, "Remember this?" She smiled

and nodded. "Remember me?" She nodded again, grinning this time. "Good,

now soap me up, then I'll soap you up, then we can begin our day". Still

grinning, she began soaping my body.