After helping her into the backpack and fastening the straps across her

chest, I attached strings to the dental floss loops at each of her

nipples, then threaded the string over her shoulders and through the

frame. It was simple to attach her wrist cuffs to the bottom of the

frame, so that her arms were pulled down and back at each side of her

body.

Before blinding and deafening her, I asked her how the weight and

balance felt. "It's good, Master. I can handle it. How far are we going

today?"

I kissed her and said, "We're going all the way, my love." Then I kissed

her again and put the blindfold over her eyes. After carefully inserting

her earplugs, I patted her on the ass, and off we went.

As before, she got through the house to the exit door without problems.

We had a long way to go, so I didn't want to waste time driving her

around the outside of the house. We set off on the trail up to the

picnic hill.

Carrie got noticeably more surefooted on each outing, and she was

covering ground at a very good rate, regardless of terrain. After about

twenty minutes, I estimated we were between one-third and one-half of

the way to the top. We reached a flat spot, and I pulled her to a stop.

Walking around to face her, I noticed she was breathing a little hard. I

gently pushed her to her knees, and she leaned back until her ass was

resting on her heels, her knees opened wide. I took the canteen from the

backpack and gave her a long drink, then took a few sips for myself.

After putting the canteen back on the frame, I patted her on the head

and then ran my hand over the top and back of her head several times.

She tried to whinny like a horse, then gave me a big grin. I knelt in

front of her and kissed her on the lips, and she kissed me back

passionately. After a long kiss, I began caressing her breasts, being

careful of her sensitive nipples. In a few minutes I began to slowly

trail my hands down her stomach toward her pussy. She sighed several

times, then finally I reached her pussy and began massaging her labia

between my fingers. When I contacted her clit she gasped, and her

breathing began to speed up. I lingered over her labia and clit for a

minute, then started withdrawing back up her torso. When she realized my

fingers were moving away from her pussy, she groaned softly. When I had

worked my way back up to her breasts, I patted her on each nipple, very

lightly, as a warning. She nodded. Then I tightened the floss knot at

each nipple, provoking two sharp gasps. I took her by the shoulders and

kissed her again on her lips. As I was pulling away she said very

faintly "I adore you." I kissed her again, then stood up and helped her

to her feet.

I patted Carrie gently on her ass, then staarted her moving with her

reins. She seemed rested, and we were making very good time. Then came a

place where the terrain suddenly got much more rugged. She had never

traversed anything like this blindfolded, so I was hoping for the best.

The first sharp rise in terrain caught her off guard, and she tripped.

She caught herself before falling, but she went down on one knee. She

immediately got up again, and stood still, awaiting the expected

punishment, a swat on her ass. I brushed the dirt off of her knee and

examined it carefully for cuts or embedded dirt of pebbles. She hadn't

suffered any damage at all. I patted he on the knee to let her know she

was unharmed. Softly she said, "I'm so sorry, Master."

I put a hand on each side at her waist, and gave her a long, tender

kiss. I pulled out one earplug, and said, "You're not hurt. You are

doing very, very well. Your Master couldn't be more proud of your

performance. We'll be at the top in about twenty minutes. I love you,

Carrie. Please don't speak again until we reach the top." I put the

earplug back in. She had a big smile on her face as I pointed her up the

hill and started her moving.

Twenty minutes actually turned out to be a very hard thirty minutes. On

the really steep terrain, she had trouble balancing the backpack without

the use of her hands. She went to one knee two more times, but each time

she hopped right back up again.

She knew we were at the top when I stopped her on a level spot. The

first thing I did was remove the floss from each nipple, accompanied by

gasps of pain from Carrie. I helped her out of the backpack, spread the

blanket, and guided her to sit down on the blanket. I had not reattached

her wrists when I freed her from the pack, so she was resting her hands,

palms up, on her thighs. After giving her all the water she wanted, I

began massaging her nipples carefully. She sighed, which I took as a

sign that she wasn't hurting too bad. I put her hands on her breasts,

and she took over what I had been doing while I removed her shoes and

socks. I sat and watched her, wondering if I should remove her blindfold

and earplugs or leave them. I decided she should not be deprived of the

view and the sounds, plus I wanted to be with Carrie, not a pony. I took

them off. After blinking for a few seconds, she said, "We really made

it! Damn, we're good."

"Yes we are," I said. "At least, the one of us who carried all of the

load and couldn't see or hear is good. Damned good." She smiled, and

said she would be wandering around lost without my expert guidance. Then

she looked at me very seriously and said she needed badly to be fucked.

Then she grinned and said she knew we had enough water, because she

lugged it up here, so she wanted to be fucked in the ass before sucking

my cock. I told her I would like nothing better myself, but thought she

should stretch out in the sun and rest for a few more minutes before we

get active again.

Carrie stretched out on her back, with her hands clasped behind her

head. I was sitting beside her, idly running my fingers over her body. I

told her I had planned to withold orgasms from her until after her

flogging tonight, but I had changed my mind and wished for her to have

as many orgasms as she wanted until further notice. She thanked me, and

said it would please her to cum a lot to celebrate our achievement of

getting up here. I said I agreed, she had earned it.

After a few minutes Carrie said that she really needed my cock in her

ass, but first she wanted to ask her Master a question. "Ask away," I

said. She asked me if was really going to bring her up here naked in

freezing weather and fuck her while she was lying in snow. "Yes, I am,"

I answered. She asked me why, and I said, "Because I want to, and when

the time comes you'll want to, too." She was silent for a minute, then

she got on her hands and knees and smiled at me. "Work, work, work," I

grumbled as I stood up and stripped.

As I was fucking her, I noticed that it was quite a bit cooler than

normal today. I wondered if it really was cooling off, or if I just

thought so because Carrie told me it was time for a change of season.

We had been fucking for about five minutes when she had her first

orgasm, a big one. "I was beginning to think you were holding back," I

commented.

"I was, I can't stop thinking about tonight. I'm sorry I can't get it

out of my mind, Master."

"What do you want to do about it, Carrie? I've told you that you don't

have to submit to the breast flogging, and it was you who originally

wanted the rings. You have faced far more terrifying situations, and

felt greater pain, than you will experience tonight. Tell me what your

problem is."

"I think my biggest problem is the anticipation, Master. I know you've

tried to keep me too busy to dwell on it, but it intrudes on my

thoughts. If I could just go to sleep right now, and wake up with you

flogging me or piercing me, it would be Ok. It's all this time to fill

that's the problem."

"Do you want to go home now, Carrie?"

"No, I need some serious fucking with you, my Master, and this is the

perfect place to do it. You won't like this, Master, but I know what

would help me get with the program."

"The most thorough spanking you've ever had?" I speculated.

"That's right, Master."

I continued fucking her for a minute, then pulled out and moved to her

side. "Ok, Carrie, but you have to keep count for me. And we're going to

do it a little differently this time. The spanking will stop when you

can no longer give me the count after each blow. Do you understand?"

"You're going to spank me until I can't tell you the count after each

blow. Is that correct, Master?"

"Yes, Carrie, and I'm trusting you not to cheat. We're going for a very

thorough spanking this time."

She swallowed hard. "Yes, Master, I won't cheat." I had no doubt she

wouldn't cheat. She would get a much worse spanking under her control

than she would have gotten under my control. I delivered the first blow,

not nearly as hard as what I gave her earlier today, since we were going

for duration this time. "One," she counted.

I alternated from one cheek to another, slapping as hard and as fast as

I could without feeling a sting in my hand. I didn't notice much stress

in her voice until we approached a count of 50, then the strain became

apparent. I looked at her face, the tears were flowing freely.

By the time we reached 100, she was having a hard time calling out the

count between the sobs and gasps. Once she choked and I paused until she

stopped coughing. I looked around at her head, and she nodded when she

was able to continue.

At a count of 150, her arms collapsed and she was leaning on her elbows,

her forehead resting on the blanket. She still kept up the count in a

ragged, racked voice.

At 200 she actually raised up on her hands for a few blows, then fell

back on her elbows again. At one point she said, "Oh, God, this is the

hardest thing I've ever done." I asked her to please keep silent except

for the count.

When we reached 240, she didn't give me the count for nearly 5 seconds.

I thought she was done, but at the next blow she gave the count right

away. We kept going. I think she was beyond crying and sobbing, she was

just speaking in a low, raspy voice. Her body would spasm every time I

delivered a blow.

She collapsed completely onto her stomach at 310. "Are we finished?" I

asked her.

After several moments, she said, "Master, I'm sorry I'm so weak. I can't

take any more."

"You're not weak, Carrie, you're the strongest person I've ever known.

I'm very proud of how well you did, at how well you do everything you

try."

She rolled onto one side, rocking back and forth and moaning, and

looking up at me. I let her deal with the pain for awhile, then I told

her to get back on her hands and knees, I wasn't finished fucking her.

"Yes, Master," she said as she struggled to her knees. Her tears were

still flowing freely and she was sobbing and gasping again. I got the

canteen and she took a long drink, then I helped her blow her nose. I

asked her if she was ready to satisfy her Master. "Yes, Master, this

Slave humbly apologizes for the interruption, Master. Your Slave would

be privileged to be fucked by its Master until the Master is satisfied."

Positioning myself behind her, I grasped Carrie's hips on the side,

where she had not been spanked. I plunged my cock into her ass again and

began fucking her hard. After a minute I told her to cum, and she did. I

kept plowing her for another five to ten minutes, occasionally ordering

her to cum. Every time she came, I came with her. Finally I withdrew

from her ass and collapsed beside her on the blanket.

I was on my back, looking up at Carrie's face. Tears were still running

down her cheeks, onto the blanket. She slowly moved her head over mine,

lowered her lips onto mine, and began kissing me tenderly and

passionately. Her tears were then running onto my face, and she tried to

wipe them away with one hand. I reached up and took that hand in mine,

and placed it over my heart. That caused her to start sobbing again, and

I don't think it was from pain. She fell over on her side again, but I

still held her hand over my heart. I turned onto my side and our eyes

met, I put my free hand to the side of her face and told her I loved her.

We lay like that for long minutes. Eventually she started to settle

down, her tears had almost stopped. She struggled to her knees and moved

down to my cock and started cleaning me off with her mouth. Then she

gave me the best blowjob of my life. She didn't try to make it last, she

just thoroughly fucked me with her mouth and made me know the emotions

she was feeling while she did it.

She slowly removed my cock from her mouth, then kissed it up and down

the length, top, bottom, and sides. She planted a final long kiss on the

head, then met my gaze and smiled. I told her that I loved her, and she

said she adored me. She then crawled to the canteen and thoroughly

rinsed out her mouth, then crawled back to me and lay down on her side

facing me. I took her hand in mine and asked her how she felt. She said

she was on fire, but she had it under control now, and asked me what her

Master wished of his slave.

I asked her if she could lie on her back. She rolled carefully onto her

back, and groaned as her ass cheeks contacted the blanket. I asked her

if she could stay like that, and she said she could. I asked her if she

was in a lot of pain in that position, and she said she was, but that

was unimportant. I said it was important, and told her to roll on top of

me, which she did slowly.

Carrie positioned herself on top of me, then guided my cock into her

pussy. She sighed as I penetrated her. I told her to slide down a

little, then remain still and let me give her pleasure. She knew what I

wanted, and she raised up on her elbows long enough for me to get a grip

on her nipples. She sighed again as I started rolling her nipples

between thumbs and fingers. I started stroking her pussy slowly, and she

told me again that she adored me.

While I fucked her slowly and stimulated her nipples, I repeated how

proud I was that she had made it all the way to the top of this hill on

her first try. She said she could do anything, with my support and help.

"Master, do you think I'll ever be able to handle all of those roles

well, slave, wife, partner, and be able to know which one is talking to

you at any given time?"

"I don't know, Carrie, but if you don't figure it out within the next 50

or 60 years, I'm going to have to dump you and find somebody else."

She laughed, reached up and held my head in her hands. "I love you, my

man, my Master, my partner, my Bill."

I looked at her seriously, and said, "Won't you please ask me to

postpone your breast flogging? I've given you too much pain already

today, let's put off tonight's activities for another time."

"No, Master, let's follow the original plan. I want to, if that's

acceptable to you."

"Ok, Carrie, we'll do as you wish."

"Master, can we please have less talk and more fucking for awhile. I'm

starting to get into it, the pain isn't overwhelming me anymore."

We fucked another 15 or 20 minutes, then I told Carrie it was time to

get started for home. Groaning, she got off of me and stood up. I got up

and checked her ass. It was still red. I told her to feel her cheeks and

tell me how sore she was. She rubbed her hands over her ass, and said

she was just tender, not in pain.

Carrie put on her socks and shoes while I got dressed. We made sure

everything we brought up with us was on the backpack frame, then I

rearranged the shoulder straps and hefted the frame onto my back. Carrie

laughed, and said, "Suddenly I feel so light, like a great burden has

been lifted from my back."

As we started down the hill, Carrie asked me to point out the three

places she stumbled on the way up. I told her I didn't want her trying

to memorize the path, which I knew she was capable of doing if she

wanted to. I said the idea was to develop our teamwork, for her to learn

to trust me and take the path I steered her to. She said she just wanted

to see the exact terrain that tripped her up, and it would help her to

perform better in the future. So we paused at each spot, where she would

inspect the terrain closely and then approach the spot several times,

with her eyes closed and her wrists crossed behind her back, until she

was satisfied she knew the cause of her mistake and how to correct it. I

told her I was in awe of her analytical mind. She smiled at me, and

said, "If I couldn't be a slave, my second choice would be mechanical

engineer. Anyway, when you bring me here naked in the cold and snow, it

will be important to get up the hill as quickly as possible. You won't

want your slave to get hypothermia."

It was a few minutes after 4:00 when we got home. We unpacked and put

everything away, then went to the bathroom and relieved ourselves. I led

Carrie to the bed, and we fucked for nearly an hour. I said that was the

last sex we would have until this time tomorrow, with the exception of

the blowjob she would give me after I had flogged her breasts in a few

hours.

We took a long soak in the tub, then I washed her hair and brushed it.

We went to the kitchen naked, fixed a light dinner, and made smalltalk

while we ate. I refused her request for wine, I said we would share a

glass downstairs tonight before I put her to bed. After clearing away

the dishes, we cuddled on the couch for awhile, then I told her it was

time. She smiled up at me, and said, "Let's do it." She got a bottle of

wine and a glass, while I gathered up everything we might possibly need

from the bedroom and bathroom: rings, piercing kit, antiseptic, gauze,

cotton swabs, etc.

In the mural room, I put on Carrie's bondage gear, taped over her

nipples to protect them from the flogging, then attached her hands

behind her back. I had to make two trips to get all of the stuff

downstairs, and finally we were ready. I gave her an enema and watched

her relieve herself, then helped her at the bidet and towelled her off.

We walked slowly to the ritual sex table, where I unfastened her wrists,

helped her onto the table, and attached her wrists, ankles, belt, and

collar to the table.

I fetched the flog and held it over her head so she could see it. I said

she would now ask her Master for what she wants. "Master, please flog

your Slave's breasts, then permit your Slave to suck your cock, then

attach the rings to your Slave's labia, Master."

I immediately began flogging her. I used the random rather than the

systematic approach, because that produced the desired result - a rosy

glow - with fewer strikes of the flog. I could tell she was trying to

resist the pain, but after about 20 blows she began sobbing and moaning.

Soon afterward, she actually screamed once, very loud, but then returned

to soft moans and groans. Tears were flowing freely, running down her

cheeks, into her ears. I stopped the second it looked like I had

achieved even coverage over her ribcage. I told her it was over, then

leaned down and kissed her. She hungrily returned my kiss, thanked me,

and asked again if she could please suck her Master's cock.

I adjusted the table's headrest to lower her head, then put my erect

cock in her open, waiting mouth. Unlike earlier, she seemed determined

this time to make it last. She sucked me slowly for nearly 15 minutes,

then I had a crashing orgasm and came in her mouth. Her head wasn't

restrained as severely as when she was in her slave bed, she was able to

turn from side to side. That made it easier for her to clean me off, and

soon she was finished. I withdrew from her mouth, and she smiled and

told me she loved me. I asked her how the pain was, and she said it

wasn't nearly as bad as the first time, she was Ok.

I peeled the tape from Carrie's nipples, then told her I was going to

prepare for the piercings. I told her to relax, she would feel me

messing around down there, making measurements and such, but I would

warn her when the actual piercing was about to occur. The piercing kit

included templates for various sized pussies, so that the four rings

would be centered vertically on the pussy, and the rings on each side

would be correctly aligned to accept the attachments. I found the right

template for Carrie, then carefully mapped the location of the 4 holes.

I put a drop of iodine at each location to mark it, and dried it

thoroughly by blowing on her. Then I layed a few of the attachments on

her pussy, and made sure they would be properly aligned with rings at

the four iodine dots. Everything looked good.

I wasn't sure Carrie would be able to hold still, so I fetched some rope

and bungee cord from a drawer in the Master's area, and tied her down

tightly at her hips and the top of each thigh. I put on the disposable

rubber gloves that came with the kit, sterilized the rings, the needle

and her pussy with antiseptic, then told her we were ready to start. I

wanted to be careful, but not timid, and I wanted to do a quality job

for her, but get it over with as quickly as possible. Taking a deep

breath, I pinched her right labia just below the top dot, and carefully

pushed the needle into the center of the dot and through the labia. She

shrieked and began breathing in short gasps. I left the needle in the

hole, and said, "That's one, are you Ok?"

"It hurts a lot, Master," she said, "but let's not stop now."

I pushed the needle all the way through the opening I had made, so that

the thicker back end of the needle would widen the hole enough for the

ring. Carrie cried out as the needle finished its job. I dropped the

needle, quickly picked up a ring and put it in the hole. Then I

carefully slid the small bead over the gap in the ring. "That one's

finished, Carrie, you're now a pierced woman. Shall we continue?"

"Please give me a minute while you come up here and kiss me Master, then

I'll be good to go." I told her I would be happy to kiss her. When I

pulled away from her lips, I asked her if it hurt a lot. She smiled up

at me, and said "Hell, yes, it hurt a lot." I asked her if it still

hurt, and she said it was just a dull ache, then she asked me if she was

bleeding a lot. I answered that there was almost no blood at all, just a

few drops. She smiled again and said she was ready to do the next one.

The remaining three rings went in without major incident. There was more

bleeding on the third piercing than the first two, and it frightened me

at first, but the bleeding soon stopped when I applied mild pressure

with a gauze pad. Before long it was all over. I told Carrie there would

be one last bit of pain, as I forced antiseptic gel into each hole

around the rings. Then I told her it was all finished.

I walked up to Carrie's head. She was beaming up at me. I asked her if

it had been awful for her. "Piece of cake ... NOT!" she said, then

laughed. I untied and unfastened her from the table and helped her to

slowly sit up. She wanted to go to the mirrored wall and look, so I

helped her to ease off of the table, and walk slowly to the wall. With

her standing, the rings looked perfectly aligned horizontally and

vertically, and centered over the length of her pussy. I was pleased.

I looked up at Carrie's face in the mirror, and she was staring down at

her pussy. "You're carrying your Master's mark on your body now, Carrie,

a permanent visible sign of your enslavement to me."

"It's what I've longed for, Master," she said quietly. She tore her eyes

away from the rings and looked up at me. "Oh, Master, thank you for this

gift. I will wear your rings with pride for the rest of my life."

I asked her how her breasts felt, and she said just a little prickly and

itchy, much better than the first time. I asked her if she wanted to go

sit on the couch with me and share some wine, and she said she would

enjoy that. I told her to keep her legs apart while she walked and sat,

no point in causing her further pain by pushing on the rings or twisting

them. As we started walking toward the Master's area and the couch,

Carrie took my hand in hers and laced her fingers with mine. She had

never done that before.

After we shared half a glass of wine in silence, I told Carrie she

should be very proud of all she had accomplished today. "What we

accomplished Master, we can do anything together," she said proudly.

We finished the first glass of wine and then shared a second. I was

exhausted, and I could tell from her face that Carrie was very tired. I

told her she would be sleeping in her slave bed tonight, so she wouldn't

have to worry about contacting the rings and her still-tender labia.

When she was installed in the slave bed and her ass support was in

place, she begged me to butt fuck her or let her suck my cock again. I

refused, telling her she needed rest and we would be fucking and sucking

again before she knew it. Instead of attaching her wrists the usual way,

I attached her left wrist at the the front of her belt, so her arm was

resting on her stomach, and left her right hand free. I dimmed the

lights, then got a chair from the Master's area and positioned it beside

her bed. After kissing her goodnight, I sat in the chair, leaned my head

back against her side, and held her hand. In a minute she started crying

and sobbing. I asked her if she was in pain, and she answered, "No,

Master, I'm in love." I squeezed her hand and told her she should try to

sleep, I would be right here if she needed anything. Her sobs gradually

faded, and in a very few minutes I heard the slow regular breathing that

meant she was asleep.