I heard Carrie reply, her voice groggy and raspy, that we would have the

usual, but we wouldn't be ready until 8:30. Philip left some boxes on

the table, which he said just arrived for us, then left.

I asked Carrie why we wouldn't be ready until 8:30, and she said she

assumed her Master would want to deliver her first spanking of the day

before breakfast. I asked her if she was able to continue the spankings

at the same level as yesterday. She sat up in bed and looked at me

seriously. She reminded me that I told her we would build up to a rate

of 1000 spanks per day, that she had a deficit carrying over from

yesterday, and that I had promised her about a week ago that I would not

let Bill take over for Master. I told her to get to the bathroom, sit on

the toilet, and wait for me.

She ran to the bathroom, and I rolled over on my back, wondering if I

had created a monster. She was becoming insatiable for spankings just as

she was insatiable for sex. But as soon as I had that idea, it all

seemed so simple. There was no problem, she just needed me to regulate

her ration of spanking just as I regulated her ration of sex. Damn, I

had to stop forgetting who runs this relationship, she was dead on the

money recalling that promise I made to not let Bill take over for

Master. It would be a hell of a lot simpler if I didn't love her so much.

I left her in the bathroom another five minutes, then went to join her.

Kneeling in front of her, I kissed her and caressed her breasts, then

told her to proceed. After we had traded places and then used the bidet,

she automatically bent over the tub. I grabbed her arm and led her back

to the bedroom. I told her to start opening her presents, pointing to

the boxes Philip had left for us. There were two large boxes and one

medium sized box. I assumed the clothing was in the larger boxes, so I

had her start with them.

By luck, the first box she opened was the fashion clothing. That meant

the other large box probably contained the undergarments and bedroom

wear she had ordered, and the third box held her rings and accessories.

She immediately found the evening gown. That was the one item I was

eager to see her model, so I helped her get into it. It was black, sheer

from neck to floor, and had a deep v-neck halter top and an open back.

She was barefooted, so the hem of the dress dragged the floor. I told

her to find her tallest shoes and put them on. She had only one pair of

shoes with 4-inch heels. When she put them on, it was perfect, the gown

just touched the floor. I told her she had to see this. After quickly

dressing myself, I took her straight to the basement, without any

transition to formal Slave behavior in the mural room.

Downstairs, I positioned her near a corner of the room, where she could

see herself from front and back at the same time. Then I noticed that

her hair was a mess, so I ran upstairs and returned with her hairbrush

and a tube of her favorite lipstick. After working on her hair for five

minutes, and putting on the lipstick, she was perfect. She had no other

makeup on, and she didn't need any.

I had her walk around. looking at herself from every angle. I pointed

out how her brown areolas showed through the fabric, and every contour

of her body was clearly visible. She hadn't made any comments, so I

asked her what she thought. She said she was speechless, it was like she

was looking at another woman, it didn't seem real.

I grabbed her movie camera, put in a new tape cartridge, and filmed her

as she walked around. Then we went back to the exit door. I went to the

top of the stairs and filmed her as she came up to meet me. She was

smiling and blushing. I filmed her as she entered the bedroom, and I

told her to walk around like she did last night. She said this was

really too much, I was making her very self-conscious. I told her to

stop thinking and just be herself, everything else would take care of

itself.

After a minute, I positioned the low-back chair in front of the bedroom

mirror, told Carrie to assume the position, and set the camera on a

table where it would record the action and her reflection in the mirror.

I walked up behind her and caressed her ass through the fabric, and I

felt her shudder. Slowly I raised the fabric up her legs and ass. I

bunched it up at her waist and made sure it would stay out of the way,

then caressed her bare ass.

"Carrie," I said, "I just want to warm you up, I don't want to see any

tears this time. Do you think you can take five minutes without crying?"

"I'll do my best, Master," she answered quietly.

I ran and closed the bedroom door, then came back and gave her five

minutes of the hardest spanking I could deliver. When I stood her up,

she had tears pooled in her eyes, and I blotted them up with a

handkerchief. I told her to kiss me, and she pressed her lips against

mine in a long, tender kiss.

It was time for breakfast. I told Carrie I was going to tape her as she

walked out of the bedroom, all the way to the dining room, and as she

sat at the table. I told her not to forget to pull her dress up as she

sat down. Grabbing the camera, I opened the bedroom door and started

backing down the hallway. I told her to come ahead, and then did my best

to make a quality home movie of my movie star.

Just as Carrie entered the dining room, I heard Philip enter from the

kitchen. I didn't interrupt my movie making, but through the viewfinder

I saw Carrie smile at him and say good morning. I heard Philip say "My,

God," and I pictured him with his jaw dropped open. I wondered how

Carrie would handle pulling up that floor-length dress to sit down, with

Philip watching her. The answer was, she did it perfectly. Looking

directly into the camera and smiling at her lover, she smoothly pulled

the dress up over her ass in several handfuls and sat, then she pulled

her chair up to the table. Looking up at Philip, she said "I'm famished,

Philip, is breakfast nearly ready?" I heard Philip walk back into the

kitchen.

I moved in as smoothly as possible for a close-up, being careful that

her breasts remained in the shot along with her face, and asked her if

she had any words for her adoring audience. She looked into the camera,

gave her sweetest smile, and said "You can all go and fuck yourselves,

everything you see here is for my Master, and only for my Master."

"Perfect," I said, and shut off the camera.

We were sipping coffee when Philip returned from the kitchen with our

breakfast. "That's a beautiful dress, Carrie," he said.

"This old thing?" she said. "I just wear it when I'm working around the

house. You know, washing the car, vacuuming, being spanked by my Master."

I reached out my hand, and Carrie immediately put her hand in mine. I

told Philip this was one of the items we ordered from the internet. He

said it was a very good choice, it was very glamorous. "Do we have any

potato sacks, Philip?" I asked him. "I have a theory that if we put a

potato sack on Carrie it would look glamorous." She squeezed my hand.

"Good point, sir," he said. Then with a smile he said, "If that's all

for now, I'll go search for that potato sack." We all laughed, and he

left us to our breakfast.

"How did that feel?" I asked her as we ate. "Do you feel like you've had

an opportunity to 'strut your stuff' for your Master?"

"A little," she said. "I didn't figure out what we were doing until half

way through the film. Next time I'll get into the part faster."

"You did fine," I told her. "That 'you can all go and fuck yourselves'

more than made up for a slow start. I was very pleased with your debut,

and now that we know your talent and star power, other roles will be

forthcoming."

Carrie looked at me. "Master," she said, "I know I was tasked to think

of something fun for today, but I can't top what we just did." Can our

fun for the rest of the day be to examine what's in the rest of the

boxes?"

"Of course," I told her, "with the exceptions that you have to take your

workout, and there will be a few more spankings throughout the day."

"Only a few, Master?"

"Only a few, Carrie." I took her hand and looked at her, then explained.

"Often, when we try something new, you want to negotiate how often we do

it. This was true for visits to the basement, floggings, outside walks,

sex, and on and on. When your Master allows you to negotiate with him,

that is a privilege granted to the Slave. When the Master chooses not to

negotiate, it is the Slave's duty to deal with it and obey. You can

always negotiate with Bill, but you only negotiate with your Master when

he chooses to grant you that privilege. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master, this Slave apologizes, Master."

"No, Carrie, you have nothing to apologize for. I always want to know

your feelings, don't stop asking for what you want. Just understand that

you won't always get it. Trust your Master, I understand what the

spankings mean to you. And never doubt that I love you, my movie star."

"Let's go check out some more loot, Master," she said with a smile. I

told her most of the film I took was from the front, I wanted to film

her from the rear as she went back to the bedroom. "Do you want me to

throw out a hip, Master?" she asked with a grin.

"Don't make it obvious, but a little exaggeration of your normal sexy

walk would be appropriate."

I've seen that ass so often, I have it memorized. But by the time she

got back to the bedroom, she had given me a raging boner from watching

her walk in the viewfinder. The girl's got talent.

I stood by her while she examined the remaining contents of the open

box. She had bought items I didn't even remember we looked at, she had a

quick mouse finger. Nothing matched the black dress, but there were some

interesting items. I noted that all of the items I really liked were

sheer, simply variations of naked. There was a sheer white blouse with

long sleeves that caught my eye. I asked her if she could wear it

unbuttoned and tied below the breasts. She tried it on that way, and it

looked stunning. Half of each bulging breast stuck out where the blouse

was unbuttoned, the remaining half clearly visible through the fabric. I

had her put on a pair of white, hip-hugging hot pants. When I steered

her to the mirror, she looked for a long moment, then said "Holy shit, I

think I'm in love."

"You can't have her, she's mine," I said. The hot pants had no rear

pockets and the material was fairly thin. "Time for another warmup," I

told her. She moved the chair back in front of the mirror, and took her

position. I closed the bedroom door and gave her another spanking, much

longer than the first one. My hand was stinging badly, but I kept at it

until she began sobbing. She stood up and thanked me when I told her we

were finished.

Caressing her breasts behind the sheer blouse, I told her I had just

thought of another activity for today, one we would perform after

dinner. She looked at me questioningly, and I said I would give her

breasts a thorough flogging downstairs tonight, then she would

demonstrate her control for me with the clit vibrator. I felt her

shudder, and she briefly frowned, but then recovered and smiled at me.

"How do you feel about that?" I asked her.

"You can use this body however you please, Master," she said. "I've

known the time would come for another breast flogging, and I've dreaded

it. I don't fear the pain, you know I crave it. But there's something

about having my breasts struck that scares me. I don't know what it is,

Master."

"Are you making a request that your Master not strike your breasts,

Carrie? Such a request would almost certainly be granted."

She swallowed hard. "Master, please use my body for your pleasure. Your

slave will be proud to have its breasts flogged tonight."

I didn't commit one way or the other. I commanded her not to cum until

further notice, then told her to open the other package and show me what

she liked.

There was a lot of what I think of as "bedroom stuff," with various

names like baby dolls, which I hate, teddies, which are Ok, and other

such items. She looked good in any of them, but I had very little

interest.

Then she brought out the bras. She knew how I disliked bras, but I had

let her buy some open-front bras, that supported and lifted the breasts

but didn't cover the areolas or anything above. She had bought a variety

of colors. All opened from the front. Most had straps, but a few were

strapless.

After stripping her, I put a black strapless bra on her. I really

couldn't complain about access, there was only about an inch of skin

around the lower half of each breast that was covered. Her breasts were

obviously lifted, but they still looked natural is shape. I had her put

the sheer gown on over the bra. Her shape was spectacular, but the bra

was a distraction. She suggested we try it with a flesh colored bra.

That was better. I knew the bra was there, I could still see it. But if

I chose, I could ignore it.

I told her to take off the dress, then put her in a white bra with

straps. I hated seeing the bra on her body, but loved the shape of her

breasts. I had her get her favorite non-sheer blouse from the closet,

and put it on her. I told her to put on a normal skirt, then had her

model for me. When I couldn't see the bra, I could appreciate what it

did for her chest.

I felt her up through the blouse, and again the bra was a distraction. I

told her that, then she showed me a workaround. She quickly unbuttoned

the blouse without pulling it out of the skirt, then released the bra

fastener, exposed her breasts, and moved the bra and blouse out of the

way for me. I slowly caressed her, then kissed each nipple and gave her

a few playful bites. When I was finished, she quickly refastened the

bra, adjusted her boobs, and re-buttoned the blouse. I told her I got

the point, I could live with that. She smiled.

We opened the last box, and as expected it contained her labia rings and

attachments. I was surprised that it also contained a piercing kit with

detailed instructions, I had assumed I would have to wing it. I read the

instructions while she examined the attachments. I had given her

permission to strip and try the attachments, and she was putting the

various attachments up to or into her pussy, trying to visualize how she

would look when her rings were installed. I still hadn't committed to

giving her four rings, although we had bought four. But nearly all of

the attachments required four rings, so I figured it was inevitable that

she would get four piercings.

She started asking me questions, like how much pain there would be. I

grinned at her and asked her why she didn't ask about that before we

bought all of this stuff. I said I imagined there would be quite a bit

of pain while I was piercing her, but it shouldn't last long. I told her

not to worry, I would restrain her well while performing the surgery.

She cringed when she heard "surgery," and I hugged her and said it was

really just a bad pin prick, not surgery.

She wanted to know how long her pussy would be out of service, and how

long before the attachments could be used. I told her the instructions

said she could engage in gentle sex twelve hours after the piercing, and

to wait for full healing, two to three weeks, before using any

attachments.

She wanted to know when I thought we should do it. I looked at her and

said, "Tonight. We'll flog your breasts, then pierce your labia. It will

be a good opportunity to try out your ritual sex table, we've never used

it for anything. We'll skip the clit vibrator test until another time."

She gulped. "Tonight, Master? Why so soon."

"Why not tonight, Carrie? If we wait, you'll just worry about it until

it's done, you don't need the distraction. Just decide right now if you

want to be pierced of not, and if you do it will happen tonight."

"Could we just do one piercing tonight, and see how that goes?"

"Are you afraid, Carrie?"

"Yes, Master, I am."

"Do you remember the fear you felt when you walked, alone and manacled,

into the dark training room at the organization? You had no one to call

on for support then. Now you have the full support of the man who is

your partner for life."

She straightened her shoulders and looked into my eyes. "Let's do it

tonight, Master, all four. When you take your pony up to the picnic area

to fuck her in the snow, I want the reins attached to my labia, not my

nipples."

I put the four rings into her open hand. I told her I wasn't trying to

talk her out of it, but I wanted to make sure she understood that she

would be carrying that weight on her labia all the time. She agreed they

were heavy, but said she wanted to do it. I told her the matter was

settled, and now it was time for her exercise.

During her workout, Carrie mostly talked about spanking. I believe her

main point was that she and I were both conflicted about what we were

really trying to accomplish with the spanking, and as a result we were

flip-flopping around about how much spanking she should receive. I broke

my own rule about engaging her in conversation during her workout, and

told her she was right. I repeated what I said earlier, that she simply

had to trust her Master to find the right balance. I also told her that

today was an exception, because of the activity we had planned for

downstairs tonight. She would only receive a few mild spankings during

the rest of today.

She also talked about her fear of the piercings. I guaranteed her that

the breast flogging she would receive first would be much more painful

than she would feel during each piercing, but pointed out that she would

have to submit to four piercings in a row. She said she was also

concerned that her Master would be displeased with her body after she is

pierced. I said that if either of us was displeased, after a month or

so, we would simply remove the rings and then the holes would heal over

time. I told her she could still change her mind until it was time for

the first piercing, then it would be too late.

When she finished her exercise, I took her back to the bedroom and

closed the door. I sat in a chair and told her I wanted her to practice

her acting skills. I said she was to pick one of the items of bedroom

wear, put it on, and then seduce her Master the way someone wearing that

item would do it. I didn't think she would understand, but she caught on

right away.

I was just looking for a way to distract her for awhile, so she wouldn't

obsess over tonight's activities, and I was sure she would complain that

this was a stupid game. Boy, was I wrong, she got into to it with style.

I'm no expert on bedroom wear stereotypes, my women have generally been

naked, so I don't know if Carrie nailed any of the character types or

not. But the cool thing was that she was able to convincingly play a

whole variety of distinct types of women. At one point I asked her if

she had any training as an actor, and she laughed. I told her she was

doing an amazingly good job. She said maybe it was because she had no

inhibitions around her Master, so she could just "let it all hang out,"

as she put it. We were having so much fun, we kept at it until lunch.

Naturally, each character Carrie played for me was able to score. I

guess I'm just too easy.

At 11:15, I went to find Philip. He said he would have lunch ready at

noon. Returning to Carrie, I dressed her in one of the combinations she

had demonstrated earlier, White strapped bra under white non-sheer

blouse, with skirt and 4-inch heels. I then spent about 5 minutes

brushing her hair, until it no longer looked like she had been rolling

around in bed all morning.

Taking Carrie by her hands, I pulled her to her feet and led her to the

low-backed chair and bent her over it. I told her lunch was in 30

minutes, and I wanted to spank her slowly for 15 minutes. I asked her if

15 minutes would be enough time for her to pull herself together before

we went to lunch. "Yes, Master, I'll do whatever it takes to look good

at lunch."

"I'm not worried about you looking good, Carrie, you always look good.

I'm assuming you don't want Philip to see you crying or with red eyes

like you usually have after you've cried. If that's not a concern for

you, I'll spank you right up until lunch time."

"No, Master, you're right, I don't want Philip to see me like that. I

think I can get it together in 15 minutes, Master, thank you for your

concern for your Slave."

I pulled her skirt up to her waist, then began spanking her. I gave her

twenty slaps on each cheek very quickly, to warm her up. Then I began

spanking her very slowly but very hard. I was slapping her ass so hard

that she and the chair were scooting across the rug slowly. Soon she was

sobbing loudly, and I decided I'd better stop and give her plenty of

time to settle down. I got a damp washcloth and applied it gently over

her ass for a minute.

Straightening her up, I sat down in the chair and pulled her into my

lap. She rested her head on my shoulder, still sobbing quietly. I told

her that I loved her, and she sobbed that she loved me, too. I held her

until she was quiet, then took her to the bathroom. I asked if she

wanted to use the toilet, and she nodded. After unfastening and dropping

her skirt, I sat her down and then knelt in front of her. When she

finished, I helped her at the bidet, then held her hair out of the way

while she washed her face.

I helped Carrie back into her skirt, then led her back to the bedroom.

Examining her face, I could tell her eyes were still red. It was 11:55,

and I decided to give her ten more minutes of recovery. I sat down and

pulled her into my lap again, and began kissing her gently. She

responded in kind, and soon put her arms around my neck. At a few

minutes after noon, I looked at her eyes, and concluded she was fully

recovered. I told her it was time for lunch, and we held hands as we

walked to the dining room.

My concerns were needless, because we didn't even see Philip during

lunch. Everything was laid out on the table when we got to the dining

room. We ate and talked, Carrie seemed happy and even made a few jokes

while we were talking about her budding acting career.

After lunch I told Carrie to find the backpack frame we had used on

earlier field trips, and bring it to the bedroom. I was determined to

keep her fully occupied with activity and small projects until dinner.

When she arrived with the frame, I told her to strip. As she was getting

naked, I told her we were going to figure out how to attach everything

we need for field trips to the backpack frame, and she would carry it

whenever we went out for her bridle training.

I fetched Carrie's manacles from the mural room and put them on her

wrists. Then we worked out how to put the frame on her.

First we attached her survival kit at the bottom of the frame. Then we

tried different ways for her to carry it. The normal shoulder strap over

each shoulder wouldn't work, they would slip off her shoulders. I

finally arrived at a method where the shoulder straps were crossed

across her chest between the breasts, then her manacled wrists could be

attached to the frame, either at the bottom or the top. I told her we

would go out like that, and took the frame off of her while we made the

remaining preparations.

We went to the bathroom, and I watched while Carrie attached dental

floss to her nipples. I picked up the backup nipple clips and put them

in my pocket. Then we put a pair of socks and walking shoes on her feet,

and I grabbed the blindfold and earplugs. I commanded Carrie to the

Waiting Pose, then went to round up the canteen and a blanket. Returning

to the bedroom, I was able to attach everything we carried to the

backpack frame. That meant Carrie carried everything, and my hands were

free for controlling my pony.

"I thought you wanted a trained pony, Master, not a pack mule," she said.

"You're versatile, you can perform both functions," I answered. "Looking

ahead to our first snowfall, the other equipment that will be attached

to the frame will be warm clothes for you to wear home, after you make

it naked to the top of the picnic hill and have been thoroughly fucked

in the snow. Of course, we won't need the blanket on that trip, so there

won't be as much added weight as you might think."

"I don't understand, Master. What do you mean about the blanket? Why

won't we need a blanket?"

"We won't need a blanket, my love, because when I said I was going to

fuck you in the snow, that's exactly what I meant. You will be naked, in

the snow, while being thoroughly and completely fucked."

"That's not funny, Master," she said.

"No, it's not. Now let's get this backpack on my Slave and hit the road."