I woke up when Carrie said "Good morning, Master." I couldn't believe I

had slept through the night in that lousy chair. I was still holding her

hand, which I squeezed and asked her how she was. "Tits are fine,

pussy's a little sore, Master. Nothing serious."

As soon as I stood, I felt the result of sleeping in a chair that was

barely designed for sitting. I limped up to Carrie's head and gave her a

long tender kiss. I told her I needed to put some more antiseptic gel in

her piercings, which would probably hurt a little, then I would let her

up. She smiled and said Ok. She was quiet as I squeezed the gel into

each wound, then carefully wiped off the excess. When I asked her, she

admitted she was sore and tender, but she swore it was very minor pain.

As soon as I got her out of bed, Carrie asked if she could walk to the

nearest mirrored wall for another look. I laughed and said she certainly

could. I went with her and watched her as she admired the rings. She

smiled, then laughed, then jumped up and down a few times. She carefully

touched each ring with her fingers, then turned around and hugged me.

I asked Carrie what she was thinking when she laughed. "I pictured

myself, naked, blind, and deaf, my breath visible in the air, leather

reins attached to my rings, and my master driving his pony up the hill

to earn its reward." I laughed, kissed her, and said it was time for

breakfast.

Upstairs, her bonds removed, I led Carrie to the bathroom. We used the

toilet, I washed my face, and we brushed each other's teeth. I told her

I would give her a sponge bath after breakfast, but for now she should

wash her face while I dressed and went to find Philip. It was 7:15. I

placed a breakfast order for 8:00 with Philip, then returned to the

bedroom.

Carrie was smiling in front of the full-length mirror, looking at her

rings. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her breasts. I

asked her how she felt about Philip seeing her rings for the first time.

Her smile faded, and she said, "Oh, Master, I've tried to prepare him

for anything he might see, but I'm afraid this will be too much for him.

My only hope is that he won't notice, he tries his best not to even see

my pussy and tits when I'm around him and naked. But sooner or later he

will notice."

"Let's make it later," I said. "I've been thinking of having you dress

normally outside of the bedroom for a few days, to see if I can get used

to it. That will give us time to talk about how to handle Philip. Today,

you will wear a skirt and blouse of your choice, whichever open-front

bra you prefer, and a pair of 3-inch heels."

She smiled, kissed me, and ran to collect the clothes she wanted. She

returned to me and handed me the first item, her bra. I was pleased that

it now seemed normal for her that I would dress her. I asked her if

there was anything to know about putting on a bra. "It's simple,

Master," she said. "After putting it on, all you have to do is let each

tit figure out where it wants to be. Just pull it up inside the bra and

let it go. The only thing about these open front bras is the tit has to

wind up cradled by the support, not hanging over it."

After she approved my bra installation, I helped her into her blouse and

buttoned it for her. As she handed me the skirt, she said she hated to

cover up her rings. I put her skirt on her, then her shoes, then led her

to the mirror. I pulled up the front of her skirt to her waist and told

her to hold it there and look at herself until breakfast. She grinned

and did just that. I sat in a nearby chair and looked at her and her

reflection until 8:00, then told her to drop the skirt and took her to

breakfast.

Several times during breakfast Carrie stopped eating and put her left

hand on the table between us, palm up. Each time, I put my hand in hers,

and she held my hand for a few seconds while looking into my eyes.

Finally I asked her why, and she said she craved physical contact with

her Master, and for now it was limited to hands. I told her it wasn't,

and let my hand roam over her covered breasts for a minute. She put her

hands in her lap, palms up, leaned her head against the back of the

chair, and sighed.

I told her we would go to the bedroom for some intimate cuddling, but no

sex, after breakfast, and the sooner she finished her breakfast the

sooner she could be in my arms naked. She thanked me and went back to

eating. I was sure she would gulp her food down, but she ate normally.

However, as soon as she had cleaned her plate, she dropped her fork on

her plate noisily, sat back in her chair, and grinned like the

proverbial cat that caught the canary. I couldn't help but laugh. Even

though I hadn't finished, I got up from the table and offered her my

hand. "Oboy, oboy," she said as she sprang up from her chair.

I closed the door behind us as we went into the bedroom. I quickly got

out of my clothes, then slowly undressed Carrie. I sat in my favorite

chair and motioned for her to get into my lap. She gingerly sat on me,

being careful not to jam up any of her rings. When she was comfortable,

with her arm around my neck and my arm resting lightly on her stomach, I

asked her to sing to me, something romantic and intimate.

The last time I had asked her to sing to me, she had to be talked into

it. This time she said she was a lousy singer, and there was no way I

could enjoy listening to her. I said she was wrong, it gave me a lot of

pleasure to listen to her sing, and asked her to please begin. She

thought for a minute of what song she wanted, and then began singing

softly. It was amazing to think of how far she had come, how open she

had become, in the few weeks we had been together. I closed my eyes and

listened to her less-than-perfect, but totally sincere and enjoyable

singing. As I listened, I cuddled her and ran my hands over her body,

hopefully in a way that satisfied her longing for contact without

getting her hot. She sang me perhaps a half dozen songs, pausing now and

then to let me kiss her tenderly, then resuming after the kiss. Finally

she stopped and rested her head on my shoulder. I asked her if she was

happy. "Totally," was all she said. "Me too," I answered.

We both dozed off, and when I woke up it was nearly 10:00. I kissed

Carrie awake, and asked her if she felt up to a little upper body weight

training. She said she would like that. I told her I would give her a

sponge bath after that, then we would take a short walk outside before

lunch.

I peeked out the bedroom door, and Philip was not in sight, so I quickly

led Carrie to the spare bedroom. After dressing her in socks and shoes

for her workout, I told her I didn't want her on the elliptical trainer

today, so she would just do the upper body stretches, carefully do the

upper body strength exercises, then repeat the stretches. She started

stretching, and I sat down to admire her body and to talk to her. I

asked her if she was sore anywhere. "Tender, not sore," she replied. I

made smalltalk while she concentrated on her form during the exercises.

She was soon finished, and I told her she would get back to her regular

exercise regimen in a few days. She said she wanted to do that, she

looked forward to her exercising and her long talks while riding the

eliptical machine.

I peeked for Philip, and again didn't see him, so we set out

hand-in-hand back to our bedroom. Just as we got to the bedroom door, we

ran into Philip coming out of the bedroom. I quickly stepped in front of

Carrie, to shield her from sight, and said Hi to Philip. Doing his best

to ignore our nakedness, he apologized and said he though we were

downstairs or outside, so he had decided to clean up in the bedroom. I

told him that was Ok, we had been exercising in the spare bedroom. I'm

sure he thought I was using "exercise" as a euphemism, but that was Ok.

I told him we were going to bathe, then take a short walk before lunch.

He asked if noon would be a good time for lunch, and I said that 12:30

would be better. As he walked away from us down the hall, Carrie moved

to keep my body in front of hers. I'm sure Philip thought we were acting

even stranger than normal.

I started filling the tub with warm water, then helped Carrie step into

the tub and sit on the wide ledge at a back corner of the tub. I sat

down in the tub and bathed as she watched and complained that she wanted

to participate. When I felt clean, I began working on Carrie. I started

at her feet, and worked up to mid-thigh. Then I started at her head,

with a shampoo and rinse, then worked down to her belly, lingering a

long time on her breasts. With Carrie standing in the tub, her back to

me, I carefully washed her ass, hips, and the backs of her thighs.

Finally I turned her around and carefully washed her belly and pussy

area, using only my hands and being careful to avoid or barely contact

her rings. Finally I put my soapy fingers in her pussy and cleaned her

thoroughly. I rinsed her top to toe and inside her pussy with the

handheld spray head, then we were done.

After we dried one another, I asked her how much pain I had caused her

with the bath. She smiled and said almost none, I would have made a good

nurse. Paraphrasing what she said yesterday on the trail, I said that if

I hadn't become a sadistic slave master, I would have become a nurse.

She put her hand on my arm, looked in my eyes, and said I was no sadist.

I kissed her, then sat her on the edge of the tub and injected more

antiseptic gel into her piercings.

Back in the bedroom, I brushed Carrie's hair, put a little lipstick on

her, then dressed her in the same clothes she wore to breakfast. Instead

of heels, I put walking shoes on her for our outside expedition.

When we were out in the sun, Carrie twirled around a few times,

laughing. She said it seemed really strange to be outside with clothes

on. I asked her if she wanted to take advantage of the situation and go

down and say Hi to Beverly. She liked that idea at first, then said we

really should clear it with Philip first, plus it would be hard to get

away from Beverly once we got there. I said Ok, we would just walk up

one of the gentle trails we used.

We walked along quietly, with our arms around each other, for perhaps a

half mile. She looked up and said she wished she could tell me how much

she adored me. I said she had been using that word a lot, wasn't "love"

a good enough word for our mutual feelings? I repeated what I had told

her a few nights ago. I'm just a guy, nothing more, and she shouldn't be

seeing more than that in me. She said her intellect knew that to be

true, but her emotions refused to accept it. She said she knew I had no

supernatural powers, and I was far from infallible, but she felt how she

felt, and asked me to allow her this quirk. I said Ok, then added, "Hey,

just how far from infallible do you think I am?"

Laughing, she said "Not far, Master, not very far at all."

We reached the spot where we had had our first talk, where Carrie told

me about her feelings of guilt that she survived the accident that

killed her family. She said we should have brought a blanket. I saw a

clear spot that didn't look too uncomfortable, where I sat down with my

back against a rock, then held up my hand to her. She carefully sat down

facing me, with her breasts against my chest and her head on my

shoulder. I put my arms around her and held her. After some minutes, she

said, "This just doesn't feel right." she pulled away from me, stood up,

quickly stripped except for her shoes, then resumed her position. "Much

better," she sighed, "I should always be naked in my Master's arms."

We held each other quietly for a long time. Finally, Carrie whispered in

my ear, "This is really nice," and I could tell a 'but' was coming, "but

fucking would be better."

"After dinner, we will resume normal fucking, and we will make up for

lost time. Ok?" When I said the "Ok?" I gave her a look that told her it

had better be Ok.

"Ok, Master, I'll try to wait," she said with a slight pout. I gently

opened her legs with my hand, and inspected her piercings closely. There

was no trace of redness around the holes, a very good sign, but it

occurred to me that it was not smart for her to be sitting here on the

ground, we should probably keep moving or go home.

We got up, and I brushed Carrie off and dressed her. I asked her if she

wanted to go home or walk farther. Grinning to let me know she was

joking, she said if I wasn't interested in her body, we might as well

keep walking. I said her body was very interesting to me, but right now

I was more interested in her health than in getting off. She squeezed my

hand and said she knew that, and appreciated it.

We walked about another half mile, then turned back and retraced our

steps. Carrie put her arm around my waist, and said she didn't like

wearing clothes any more, it seemed more natural for her to be naked or

wearing bonds. I told her I preferred her naked or in bonds. But we both

needed to bear in mind that one of our goals was to get away from here,

at least temporarily, and that in the outside world, clothing is not

optional. I promised her there would always be time in the day when she

was naked for me. I added that it is I who am being trained to accept

her in clothes, not her.

We were almost in sight of the house when Carrie pulled me to a stop.

She said she needed to do something, then walked around in front of me,

pressed up against my body and put her hands at the back of my neck.

Pulling my head down, she gave me a kiss that produced an instant boner.

After a few moments she broke the kiss, smiled, then took my hand and

pulled me into motion once more. "Wow," I said, "did I teach you that?"

"I guess you did, I never felt like doing that to anyone else," she

answered. Then she turned serious. "It's awesome the list of wonderful

things you've done for me this week. I'm the one who is supposed to

devote my life to your pleasure, how did this relationship get so

lopsided?"

"It's not at all lopsided. You make every second of my life a joyful

experience. The least I can do is whip you and mutilate your body once

in awhile." I thought she would find that funny, but she didn't.

"I don't look at it that way, Master," she said. "We both know I was

born to be submissive and to crave a certain level of pain. No one else

in the universe could give me what I need in such a supportive, loving,

safe relationship as I have with you. Please don't denigrate or

trivialize what you do for me, my life with you is all I could ask for."

We covered the remaining distance home in silence. We ran into Philip as

soon as we came inside, and he said we timed it perfectly, lunch was

ready. He returned to the kitchen while we went to the dining room. I

asked Carrie if she wanted to talk to Philip about the rings, and she

said she wouldn't know what to say. I told her say to that piercings and

tattoos are trendy, they're mainstream lifestyle choices now, and you

wanted some rings in your labia. I advised her not to mention the

attachments, and she said "Well, duh!" and we both laughed. She said she

would do it, but I had to help her out if she got stuck.

When Philip brought in our lunch plates, Carrie asked him to sit with

us, which he did. She got right to the point, explaining that she had

thought about getting some body piercings, and that last night

downstairs I pierced her labia and attached some small rings on her.

Philip was angry, he looked at me and said I shouldn't have made her do

that. I was going to keep quiet and let him have his say, but Carrie

jumped all over him. She told him he was out of line and didn't know

what he was talking about, that she had pleaded and pestered me about

getting the rings until I finally agreed to let her do it. She said we

were doing him the courtesy of telling him about it now, before he saw

her nude and was shocked seeing the rings, but that in the end it was

our business, not his. I thought she had gone too far, I took her hand

and said that was enough. Philip apologized, and said he was reacting

out of a desire to protect his little girl. Carrie said she knew that

and that she loved him for it, but he needed to understand that she and

her Master were living our lives together with mutual love and support,

and she had not been, and would not be, forced to do anything that was

harmful to her.

When everyone had their say, Philip excused himself and left us to our

lunch. He met my gaze and smiled slightly as he left. I hoped that meant

that he accepted Carrie's explanation, and wasn't afraid I was torturing

his little girl. But either way, she was right. It was none of his

business.

Carrie and I ate lunch in silence for a few minutes, then I asked her

what she thought. "He'll get over it," she said.

"I'm sorry I suggested it, Carrie, it was a bad idea."

"No, Master, it was a good idea, I just executed it badly. Plus, I

couldn't let him blame it on you, like you forced me to do it, when it

was my idea and you resisted it. As I said, he'll get over it." Changing

her frown to a smile, she asked me what was on the agenda for this

afternoon.

I thought, then said, "Well, since the cat's out of the bag, so to

speak, I have [here I paused to count on my fingers] 6 words for you...

You, me, sheer black gown, dancing."

"Perfect," she said with a big grin, "but I don't think that dress will

fit you."

As soon as we entered the bedroom to change, she turned around and put

the open palm of her hand on my chest with some force. "Listen," she

said, "I really need to suck your cock in the worst way."

"I'm not familiar with that way, Carrie, you've only ever sucked my cock

in the best ways. The answer is No, and the reason is because it always

leads to other things, and you are not going to be fucked until after

dinner tonight. Please stop tempting me, we are abstaining for a very

good reason, you need time to heal. I promise you, before the evening is

out, you will be thoroughly fucked. Now let's please enjoy the afternoon

without having this discussion again. Can we do that?"

She saw that it was hopeless. "Ok, Master, I had to try one last time.

You win."

I undressed her, checked the piercings and squeesed in some more

anitseptic gel, then asked her if she wanted to wear a bra with the

black gown. She said any bra would look trashy with a backless gown.

That made perfect sense, I had only been thinking about the front view.

I slipped the gown on her and fastened the halter top at her neck. She

wanted to wear 3-inch heels for dancing, but her gown dragged the floor

and she was afraid she or I would step on it and rip it. She said she

could dance in 4-inch heels, so that's what she wore.

I told her I felt underdressed, with her in her gown and me in my normal

clothes. She said I never paid any attention to the variety of clothes

she had provided for me, there were suits, and even a tux, in the

closet. Like a boy with a new toy, I pulled out the tux and she helped

me dress. We walked up to the mirror arm in arm, and we both said,

"Wow." I told her that this weekend we were going to refilm our wedding

downstairs, dressed like this. She said that would be great, not only

because of the formal clothes, but the rings in her pussy when she

strips.

We decided we had to show Philip, so we found him in the kitchen. He had

his back to us, but turned around when Carrie spoke to him. He was

holding a drinking glass, and he dropped it on the floor, where it

shattered. He just stared at us for a long time. Then he said

"Amazing... Why?"

"We're going dancing," Carrie said. "We wanted you to see how we cleaned

up."

Reapeating himself, he said "Amazing. Where are you going dancing?"

"The living room," Carrie told him with a grin, as we turned and left

the kitchen arm in arm.

When I asked her for a dance in the living room, she asked if she were

talking to her Master or to Bill. "Who would you prefer?" I asked her.

"I need to be with my Master. I couldn't stand to be parted from him

now. He means more to me than I can say." Smiling, I took her hand, she

flowed into my arms, and we danced.

We danced and kissed for perhaps an hour, then Carrie asked if we could

sit the next one out. We went to the couch, and I wondered how she would

sit down. Smiling, and with her eyes locked on mine, she slowly gathered

her gown up in her hands, then carefully positioned it behind her ass as

she sat. She also pulled the front of the gown up to expose her pussy.

Her legs were spread enough that her pussy lips were open slightly, her

4 rings clearly visible. "You're a beautiful, graceful vision," I told

her, then kissed her hand. She patted the seat beside her, and I sat

down. She interlocked the fingers of her hand with mine, something she

had never done before this morning.

Carrie leaned her head back on the couch and tilted her head to me, her

lips parted seductively. I leaned my head to hers and we shared a long,

tender kiss. I said, "I know you would rather be doing something else,

and so would I. Other than that one thing, is there anything you would

rather be doing now? We can do whatever you want."

"No, this is what I want. You're what I want. It doesn't matter what we

do, as long as we're doing it together."

"Do you still think I'm planning to dump you and leave?" I asked. She

turned her head away. I asked her again.

"No, I don't. But you should leave," she answered quietly.

"How can you tell me with one breath that I'm what you want and it

doesn't matter what we do as long as we're together, then with the next

breath tell me I should leave? Don't you understand that I feel the same

way about you that you feel about me? Don't you know that our

partnership is the only important thing in my life? Don't you realize

how much I love you? Don't you know I'll never leave you, and I would

die to protect you?"

She turned her head back to face me. "Just like I know intellectually

you're just a man, but emotionally I think you're more, intellectually I

know everything you just said is the truth, but emotionally I'm racked

with fear and doubt."

"Then you have to tell me what I can do to allay your fears and doubts.

I'll do anything I can to prove I'm true to you."

She smiled and tightened her grip on my hand. "Love me, command me, take

care of me as you've done since I've known you, but especially as you've

done this week. In time you'll overcome my stupidity."

"You are far from stupid. I believe that your fears and doubts will be

overcome eventually, but I feel that they are intruding and interfering

with your enjoyment of the present. Can't you let go and trust me to

catch you, to always be your support?"

"Master, that's what I'm trying to do. The change in my attitude toward

you this week, that you've noticed and commented on, is evidence that

I'm making progress in letting go. I know it was confusing, because all

of this started at the same time you began spanking me, and somehow got

confused in my own mind as a result of the spanking. Haven't you seen

that I'm more open and trusting of you than I've ever been? I can tell

you that my mood swings this week are evidence of my internal struggles,

and I can tell you that I'm winning the fight."

I kissed her. "This has been a wonderful talk, Carrie. I think I

understand much better now what you're struggling to do. I'm here beside

you, ask me for anything, anytime. I want to help. Your struggle is very

important for both of us, we will win it together."

She smiled. "It has been a wonderful talk, Master. I can tell you now,

with certainty, that although we haven't won the struggle yet, we are

winning and we will win."

I asked her if she would share a glass of wine with me, and she said she

would love to. I went to the kitchen, and soon returned with the wine. I

knelt in front of Carrie, offered her a sip, took a sip myself, then set

the glass on the coffee table.

I softly caressed Carrie's belly, then slowly traced my fingers down

toward her pussy. She sighed, rested her hands on the couch on either

side of her, palms up and open, and opened her legs a little wider. I

carefully caressed her vulva for a minute, occasionally brushing the

rings as softly as possible. Her eyes were locked on mine, and I saw no

sign of a pain response in her eyes. At one point I covered her entire

vulva with my palm and applied moderate pressure. "Does that hurt?" I

asked. She shook her head No. I flicked each ring lightly, listening for

a gasp and watching her eyes for any sign of pain. Nothing, except she

opened her legs even wider.

"It's been nearly 20 hours. I think if we're very careful around your

pussy, we'll be fine." She leaned forward, took my head in her hands,

kissed me, then offered me her hand. I stood up, then pulled her up from

the couch. With the wine glass in one hand, and Carrie in the other, I

headed for the bedroom.