Carrie soon had dinner ready, and I helped her set the table. When we

were ready to sit, she didn't know what to do, since she was naked. I

told her to kneel in the chair, then I pushed her close to the table.

Before we ate, I took her hand and told her I was happy she was back.

She said she wouldn't leave again.

When the dishes were cleared away and the dishwasher running, I checked

the clock. It was only 6:45, we had the whole night ahead of us. I told

Carrie to go to the mural room and wait. When I joined her she was

perfectly Posed. I held up her survival kit and told her this was her

responsibility to remember when we went out. She obviously wanted to

reply, so I gave her permission. She said she didn't forget it, but she

couldn't carry it with her hands bound, her Master couldn't carry it and

drive his pony, so she decided to leave it here. I agreed that was a

problem, and told her we needed a solution.

I put Carrie in her bonds, locked her wrists to the back of her collar,

and took her and her kit to the basement. Leaving her by the toilet, I

returned for the wine and glasses. I told Carrie it was time for an

enema. She took her position, and I prepared a warm, soapy enema. When

the bag was nearly empty, I told her she would get a second bag tonight.

She didn't move or speak. As the second bag was filling her, she groaned

a few times. I asked her if she was already cramping, and she replied

formally that she was just feeling overfilled. When the second bag was

transferred, I warned her not to spill anything. I led her to the

mirrored wall and let her see herself in profile and head on. She looked

pregnant. After a moment I returned her and had her take her place on

the toilet.

I reminded her that she was not to release anything without permission,

then I went to get a glass of wine. I gave her a sip, took one myself,

then set the glass on the floor. I asked her if she would like to play a

game. She looked up at me, but didn't speak. I told her I was thinking

of a game where we bet on how long it would take her to disobey her

Master and release her enema without permission. I told her my bet would

be two hours, and asked her what her bet would be. She looked at me with

determination, and perhaps a little anger, and said, "Master, never,

Master."

"So my bet is two hours, and your bet is never. That means if you hold

it for two hours and ten seconds, I lose the bet. Do you agree?" She

nodded her head. "Shall we play?" I asked her. She shook her head no.

"Oh, come on, it'll be fun," I said. "I'll go check the clock and note

the starting time." I strolled up to the Master's area and wrote down

the time. Then I stretched out on the couch. I knew she could see that I

was lying down, I wanted to know if she would break the rules and speak.

After 5 minutes, I got off the couch and strolled back down to the

toilet area. She was watching me the whole time. I walked up to her,

bent over and picked up the wine glass, and smiled. "Forgot my wine," I

said, "would you like another sip?" I could tell she was in pain, but

she smiled at me and nodded her head. I gave her a sip, then turned and

headed back for the Master's area. After I had taken about 5 steps, I

turned back to Carrie. "Oh," I said, "I forgot to tell you. You can

release now." She gave me a sarcastic smile, and didn't release her

enema for another 10 seconds.

While I was filling her with a clear water enema, I asked her if she

enjoyed the game. She said she knew I was messing with her, but she

couldn't tell how far I would go with it. She was glad I ended it when I

did.

When Carrie was finished with the toilet and bidet, I told her I wanted

to give her a cold shower, but I would not do it if she objected. She

said her body was mine, to use as I pleased. I installed her in the

shower and wet her down with cold water. She was gasping from the cold

as I started soaping her. When she was completely soaped up, including

her hair, I thoroughly rinsed her off with cold water. She was shivering

hard when I finished. Leaving her attached to the shower, I ran to the

Master's area and returned with several towels. I dried her thoroughly,

then combed out her damp hair. She had stopped shivering, so I removed

her from the shower and attached her wrists at the back of her belt.

I turned Carrie toward the rails using her tits, the put my finger on

her ass hole to start her walking. After a few course corrections, we

reached the rails, and I installed her. Once her feet, belt, and wrists

were attached, she automatically raised her head and watched her face in

the mirror.

"Your next spanking will be delivered now, are you ready, Slave?" She

smiled at me and nodded her head. I asked her if she felt able to count

the blows for her Master. She answered that she would be happy to do

that for her Master. I warned her that if she lost the count or was

unable to give me the count after each blow, we would have to start

over. She swallowed hard and nodded her head, and I started.

I paused after 25 spanks. Her tears were flowing freely, but she hadn't

made any sounds except for announcing the count after each blow. After

50, she was sobbing continuously, but was keeping up with the count. I

felt her ass, and it was very hot. I told her we were taking a break,

and warned her not to forget the count. I soaked a towel in cool water,

wrung it out, then returned and draped it over her ass. Then I brought

her a glass of water. She looked up at me and I told her to speak if she

wished. She asked me to kiss her, and I did. I asked her if she was

ready to continue, and she said she was.

I gave Carrie her last fifty in two sets, with a pause between. She was

a wreck when we finished, but she was still croaking out the counts

until the last blow. I put the damp towel back on her ass and told her I

was very proud of her, and she silently thanked me. I told her I thought

she was too tired for the butt fucking I had planned to give her, but

she vigorously shook her head, indicating she wanted the fucking.

Leaving the damp towel on her ass, I lubed up my cock and plunged it

into her ass hole. As tired as Carrie was, she gave me a bright smile

when she felt me penetrate her. I told her she didn't have to cum with

me if she was too tired. In response, she came immediately, and smiled

again. I resolved to make this a quickie, she really should have been

lying down, not participating in a fuckfest. It was over in about 5

minutes.

As I was releasing her from the bars, I put her on informal speech and

asked her how she felt. "Sore and tired, Master, but very happy," she

said with a faint smile. I told her we would skip the final spanking for

today, she had done very well. She said she would make up the deficit

tomorrow, then I told her we would deal with tomorrow when it came.

I took Carrie back upstairs. She would have benefitted from a long soak

in the whirlpool bath, but I didn't think her ass could stand the hot

water. Instead, I put her in the shower. After giving her a thorough

soaping and washing her hair, I massaged her shoulders under the shower.

Finally she said she felt like a limp rag, so we got out of the shower.

When we had dried off, I brushed her hair until it looked normal, then

had her lie on the bed while I rubbed her back and massaged her leg

muscles.

I asked her if her day was too hard for her. She said it was hard, but

not too hard. She said she enjoyed meeting her Master's challenges, it

made her feel proud. I told her that we had accomplished a lot the last

two days, but we hadn't had any fun. I gave her the assignment of

planning some fun activity for tomorrow. She said she would do her best,

and I said she always did, and I knew she would this time.

Carrie asked me if I would fuck her missionary style. "I thought you

didn't like the old standards," I said.

"I like everything you do to me, Master," she replied. I asked her if

that included spanking her and tormenting her when she was in pain.

Without hesitation she said, "Yes, Master. Now please climb on and do

your missionary thing." As it turned out, the missionary position was

just the first of many. The more we fucked, and the more we came, the

more Carrie seemed to rebound from her rough day. By the time I had

reached my limit, she was laughing, telling me jokes, and suggesting new

positions we should try. I finally told her I was too tired to fuck any

more. We should either get some sleep or she should suggest some other

activity.

She looked at the clock, and it was nearly 10:00. She said we should

pack some food, walk up to our picnic spot on the high hill, and eat and

fuck under the stars. I asked her if she remembered the last time we

were out after dark. She said yes, but this time we'd be doing it on

purpose, and we'd lock the house when we leave, and I could take a

rifle, and that would make it different. I laughed, and told her it

wouldn't make it any safer. She just shrugged, and said she thought I

wanted to do something different, have some fun.

I looked at Carrie, and she was grinning at me "Come on," she said, "you

were right, we do need to do more fun things. This will be fun."

I said Ok, but she would be fully dressed in jeans and a sweater, and we

would take a flashlight, but only for emergencies. I asked her if she

could navigate to the hill in the dark. She said the moon was nearly

full, and we would have plenty of light. I asked her how she knew the

phase of the moon, but she just shrugged.

Carrie went to pack some food, while I got a rifle from Philip's gun

rack. I made sure it was fully loaded, and also grabbed a box of shells,

then went back to check on Carrie. She had the food ready, and said she

was ready to get dressed. I told her that I would dress her, that way

she wouldn't violate my dress rules. I put the ammo in the food hamper,

and we went to the guest bedroom. Carrie picked a pair of jeans and a

sweater, and I put them on her. I stood back and looked at her, and I

wanted to strip her and fuck her on the spot. She looked good in any

clothes. I put her socks and shoes on, then we went to our bedroom and

she dressed me. I clipped a flashlight to her pants and one to mine, and

told her not to turn on the light unless it was an emergency, and to be

quiet when we were outside. She grabbed her survival kit, I slung the

rifle over my shoulder and grabbed the picnic hamper and blanket, and we

headed for the back door. I was about to open the door, when she hooked

her free arm around my neck and gave me a hard kiss. When she pulled

away she told me she loved me.

We went out, and I locked the door behind us. We held hands as we set

out for the hill. I was trusting Carrie, that she could navigate the

trails without getting us lost. I couldn't find the moon, but there

seemed to be enough light once my eyes started to adapt.

Our ascent to the hilltop we thought of as our picnic area was

uneventful. Several times we heard rustling in the bushes. If there were

no other considerations, we should have been making some noise so we

wouldn't surprise any animals that might not react well to surprise.

Fortunately, whatever we disturbed ran away from us rather than toward

us.

We put down our gear, and Carrie spread the blanket. It was too chilly

to strip her, even though she asked me to. I decided we would both stay

dressed until the clothes started getting in the way. We sat with our

arms around each other, looking at the stars where they peeked through

the clouds. After a while the moon came out from behind the clouds, and

then we could see all of the landscape below us. We could actually make

out animals - coyotes I thought - moving around in the distance.

We sat silently for a long time, then Carrie rested her head on my

shoulder and turned her face up toward me. I moved my lips to hers and

we kissed tenderly. I asked her what she was thinking about, and she

said she was thinking about us, about how we were doing. "And how are we

doing?" I asked her.

"We're doing just fine, Master," she said. "Under the circumstances, I

don't think we could be any better." I asked her what she meant by

"under the circumstances," and she said she mainly meant that we were

stuck here, but also that we were still discovering each other.

I told her I hoped we would always be discovering each other, and I

added that I was still trying to think of a way for us to get out for

some R and R. She smiled up at me and said she didn't mean to sound like

she was complaining, and she was actually very happy with her life and

her Master. Then she said she was hungry, and asked if she could bring

out some food. We shared a sandwich and a bottle of water.

We were making small talk while we ate, and Carrie asked me if I sensed

the change of season. I told her the weather always seemed the same to

me each time we came out. She said it was late fall, and this time last

year there had already been several cold spells and one light snow. In a

few weeks, she said, I would notice that winter was coming. I asked her

what the winter was like, and she said it was actually pretty mild if it

was like last year, but there would probably be a few snowfalls.

I put my hand on her arm, and she looked at me. I told her that the

first time it snowed I would lead her up here using her bridle, and fuck

her in the snow. She would be naked, blindfolded, and wearing earplugs.

She held my gaze and said, "Yes, Master." We had finished eating, and I

told her to get on her hands and knees so I could fuck her in the ass.

Carrie again asked permission to strip, saying she should be naked for

her Master. I told her No, and put her on her hands and knees and

dropped her jeans to her knees. I caressed her ass and thighs, and asked

her if she was still sore from the spankings. "A little, but what you're

doing feels really good," she answered. Then she asked me to please fuck

her. I dropped my pants to my knees and pushed my cock into her pussy

for lubrication. Then I transferred to her ass, and began slowly fucking

her. After a few minutes, I told her to get off her hands. She raised

up, and I slipped my hands under her sweater and began caressing and

massaging her breasts and nipples. She turned her head until our lips

could reach, and we kissed softly.

We fucked in that position for many minutes, until we came together. She

wanted to suck my cock then, but we had not brought any extra water for

her to rinse out her mouth, so I refused to let her put her mouth on my

cock. I had her lie on her back, with her pants still at her knees. I

lay down with my head at her crotch, and reached up under her sweater

with my hands. She was soon moaning, but I told her not to cum again

until I gave her permission. I worked her over for nearly an hour, then

finally told her to cum. She had a series of crashing orgasms that

lasted several minutes.

After kissing her pussy and telling her how much I loved her, I told her

to pull up her pants and sit up. "Are we done already, Master?" she

asked. She sounded disappointed. I told her she would get another round

when we were back in our bed. I sat next to her with my arm around her.

Looking out over the view below us, I could see moving lights in the

distance. I was sure they were cars, I pointed them out to Carrie and

asked her if there was a road there. She said yes, that was a country

road used by locals. She said it was about 5 miles from us, but it

looked closer that that to me.

We were sitting side by side, then in one smooth move she was in my lap

facing me, with her ankles crossed behind my back. "How did you do

that?" I asked. She just smiled, and said she wasn't ready to leave yet.

She took my hands in hers and put them under her sweater, then she

started kissing me passionately.

"I'm not afraid of your dirty dick," she said, "put it in me. After all,

it's my dirt you've got on you." I smiled at her and nodded my head.

Before I could react, she was on her feet and stripping.

"It's too cold for that Carrie, keep your clothes on," I said.

Before I could finish, she was on her back. "Then climb on top of me and

keep me warm. I need you inside me." What could I do, I couldn't let her

get cold. Against my better judgment I took off my pants, but I left my

sweater on. I climbed on top of Carrie, and she guided my cock into her

pussy. As I penetrated her, she sighed. "That's how my pussy is supposed

to feel, filled with my Master's cock."

I started fucking her "missionary style," and we were kissing

passionately. Suddenly she gently pushed my head away and started

chuckling. I asked her what she was laughing at. She looked at me and

said, "Just an idea I had, Master. We should have been born as conjoined

twins, joined at the cock and pussy. We would fuck every minute of every

day. After a lifetime of that, I would still not have gotten enough of

you." I laughed with her, then told her to stop thinking her perverted

thoughts and kiss me.

We fucked a while longer, then I told her to cum. She did, and so did I.

I smiled at her, and asked her if she was cold, and she said she wasn't.

I told her there was nobody lying on top of me, and I was cold, it was

time to go home. She smiled up at me and said, "Yes, Master, it's time

to go home."

I got off of her and started putting my pants back on. I looked over at

Carrie and she was about to step into her jeans. "Stop!" I said, and she

froze. "If you put those pants on, you are breaking a direct command of

your Master. I would have to punish you severely for that. Drop the

pants and sit down." She did as ordered. I picked up her pants and

threaded them onto her legs, then I pulled her to her feet and fastened

her pants.

"I'm sorry, Master," she said, "I was stupid." I told her it was an

unusual situation for her, but we would probably be in this situation

again and she would have to be aware of what she was doing, and remember

her slave status at all times. I gave her a kiss on the lips to show her

that we were Ok, then I told her to make sure we had everything we

brought with us.

Our trip back to the house was uneventful, not counting that I fell once

and slid about twenty feet down a hill. The only harm was a skinned

elbow, although Carrie acted like I had received a war wound. When we

got to the house, I unlocked the door, we stepped inside, and I closed

and locked the door. I told her I was just being cautious, not to worry

and not to move until I told her to. I jacked a round into the rifle,

and carefully searched every room in the house, including the basement.

Then I called to Carrie that everything was normal, and told her to put

everything away and report to the bathroom.

After only a few minutes, she came into the bathroom. She was still

dressed in her jeans and sweater. "My God, you're beautiful," I told

her. Let's see how you look with just the jeans, lose the sweater." She

peeled it off and tossed it into the corner, then stood with her

shoulders back and her breasts pushed out. "On your knees," I ordered,

and she immediately dropped to her knees. I admired her for a few

moments, then gently took her nipples between my fingers and thumbs and

pulled up. She rose in one smooth motion, smiling at me. I took her into

the bedroom, sat in a chair, and said "Walk around, I want to look at

you." She walked all around the room, making eye contact with me

whenever she could.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" I asked her.

She blushed a little. After a pause, she answered me. "Yes, I actually

do have an idea how beautiful I am. Is that why you're here with me now,

my beauty? My beauty will fade in a few years, I hope you're with me for

the long run."

"I'm definitely with you for the long run, Carrie. Is it Ok if I enjoy

your beauty while it lasts?"

"Since you came into my life, Master, my beauty, my brains, my

personality, and my body have all been for you and you alone. Of course

I want you to enjoy me, all of me."

I stood up and moved a chair to the middle of the room. It was the

low-backed chair, and she knew what it was for. I looked at her, and she

took her position, leaning over the back of the chair and grasping the

front edge of the seat with her hands. Pressing my body against hers, I

leaned over her and cupped her breasts in my hands. I heard her sigh. I

straightened up and ran my hands over her ass and the back of her thighs

for a few moments. I reached around and unfastened her jeans, then

pulled them over her ass and down to her knees. After caressing her ass

and thighs for another few moments, I began spanking her hard.

About five minutes into the spanking, I asked Carrie if she wanted to

cum while being spanked. Gasping and sobbing, she said she did not wish

to associate orgasms and pain, but she would be pleased to cum for her

Master if it was his wish. I told her it was her Master's wish that she

never cum while being spanked, flogged, or punished with the crop or

whip, unless specifically ordered to. She thanked me.

I spanked her about five minutes more, then plunged my cock into her ass

and gave her a quick fuck. When I finished and stood her up, she was

still crying and gasping, but she smiled at me. I gave her a light kiss,

which she returned. There was no doubt in my mind now, she had overcome

her problem dealing with spankings.

"Let's go take a shower, during which I plan to enjoy your mouth on my

sparkling clean cock." She said I had put these pants on her, I should

take them off of her now. I told her she would be wearing them again

before long.

We climbed into the shower, and Carrie started soaping me. I told her

not yet, and pushed her against the wall of the shower. I impaled her

pussy on my dick, and fucked her hard for about ten minutes. Then I

whispered in her ear a command to cum until I told her to stop. We both

had many orgasms - we still were intentionally not keeping a count -

then I released her and told her to bathe me. After she soaped and

rinsed me, I did the same for her, then told her to suck my cock.

With a smile, she dropped to her knees in the tub. "I thought you would

never ask," she said, then she locked onto my cock with her mouth. She

had me moaning out loud and asking her to let me cum before she finally

finished me. When she had cleaned me off, I pulled her to her feet and

started kissing her passionately. After a minute she pulled back from me

and asked me if I was developing a taste for my own cum. I told her No,

but I was no longer afraid of tasting it. She smiled and kissed me again.

When we finally crawled into bed, it was 2:20. The next thing I remember

Philip was asking us what we wanted for breakfast.