I took Carrie by her shoulders, and she looked into my eyes. "If

anything hurts, you are to say so immediately. It doesn't mean we'll

stop, it only means we'll be more gentle, or we'll try another position.

We have the rest of our lives to have sex as roughly as we please. For

the next few days, it is important that we have gentle sex, at least

when your pussy is involved. Do you agree with me?"

"Absolutely, Master. I don't want to do anything to interfere with my

healing."

I had Carrie undress me and hang up my tux, then I removed her gown.

Kneeling before her, I gently kissed her all over her pussy while she

ran her fingers through my hair. After a minute, she said she wanted me

in her ass. She walked to our favorite butt-fucking chair, leaned over

the back of the chair, and grabbed the front of the seat. I came up

behind her and caressed her ass and thighs, producing sighs and

trembling. I quickly went to the bathroom and put some lubricating jelly

on my cock. As I impaled Carrie's ass, I asked her if she could rotate

her hips a little to protect her pussy from contact. She did, and I

gradually increased the speed and force I was using on her until I was

at full power. I asked Carrie if she felt any pain, and she said No,

everything was wonderful.

I reached around and cupped her breasts in my hands, combining caressing

her breasts with rolling her nipples between my thumbs and fingers. I

asked her how her breasts felt, and she said they had been lonely, but

now they were home again in my hands.

I told Carrie I wanted her to cum as often as she wished. "Like that?"

she said, as I felt her body shudder. After about 5 minutes, I felt her

rotate he hips a little farther. I asked her if she was feeling any

pain. "Just a twinge," she said, "but now that I've repositioned, it's

Ok again." I wished I had thought of positioning the chair in front of

the mirror, so I could look at her eyes and make my own pain assessment.

I let go of her breasts, and began running my palms over her back and

rump, and then down the side of her legs, then repeating. "Remember the

first time I did that to you?" I asked.

She had a strong orgasm. "Yes, Master, you were training me to cum for

you. You've trained me well." She was silent for a minute, then said,

"Master, will you cum with me the next time?"

"Yes, Carrie, whenever you're ready. I'll be there with you." She came

again twice in the space of a minute, and so did I. I moved my hands

back to her breasts, and we both came again.

She turned her head and smiled at me, and said it was time for me to

experience the worst way. It took me a few seconds to remember her

reference, then I laughed, slowed to a stop, and withdrew from her ass.

Carrie straightened up and came into my arms, and I asked her if she was

Ok. She held up her right hand like she was taking an oath, and said

"Ok." We embraced and kissed at length, until finally she pulled away

from my mouth and said, "Listen, that cock is going to be in this mouth

in about three seconds. I'd rather do it on the bed, but I'll do it

right here on my knees if that's what you want."

I backed toward the bed and pulled Carrie with me. When I reached the

bed she pushed me back with considerable force, and I sprawled onto the

bed on my back. She followed me onto the bed and quickly clamped her

mouth on my cock. she had me groaning in seconds, but I recognized from

her technique that she was going to make it last. I told her to swing

around and straddle my head with her knees, I need to do a close-up

tongue exam on her pussy.

Carrie carefully swung around to straddle me. I'm sure we were both

remembering the time she planted a knee right in the middle of my face,

but this time she was more careful. She didn't let go of my cock the

whole time.

I looked carefully at her piercings, and there was still no sign of

redness. I thought we had been extremely lucky to get away without even

a minor bacterial infection. Then I realized I was looking forward to

experimenting with all of the attachments she bought along with the

rings. And I was really, really looking forward to attaching reins to

her rings and teaching her to follow commands transmitted through the

rings.

I raised my head up until I was within range, then began carefully

tongueing her pussy. She began groaning, and I immediately stopped and

asked her if it hurt. She took her mouth off of my cock long enough to

say, "More of that. I have a clit in there somewhere, too."

I flailed around with my arms and hands until I found a pillow, and

jammed it under my head. Then I went back to work on her, quickly

working my way along her pussy to her clit. I soon had the clit erect

and engorged, and I was nibbling it carefully, lightly flicking it with

my tongue, and sucking it with my lips. She started matching everything

on my cock that I was doing to her clit, then we both started having

frequent simultaneous orgasms.

I have no idea how long we stayed in the 69 position. Eventually I cried

Uncle, and Carrie rolled off of me onto her back. She laughed, and said

"24 hours is too damned long to go without sex, what's next?"

I said, "A few minutes rest, a trip to the bathroom for relief and

toothbrushing and to wash you off of my face, then I'll think of

something. I don't want to give away too much, but I believe it will

involve cocks and pussies working in close partnership."

We crawled off the bed and headed for the bathroom, and she again took

my hand and intertwined her fingers with mine. I held our hands up, and

asked her what that was all about. "The fingers? That's you and me,

together. Two lives as one."

We washed our faces and brushed each other's teeth. As she sat on the

toilet and I caressed her breasts, I asked her how her rings were doing.

She said she hadn't had any serious pain, just a couple of twinges. But

she said she was conscious of the rings all the time, she felt their

weight in any position, and it was a wonderful feeling. She not only

bore my mark on her body, but she was constantly aware of it.

I reminded her that we needed to be careful during the cock-on-pussy

stage of our love making, and I suggested we do it with her sitting up

on me. She said we should just see how it goes, and do whatever we feel

like until something hurts. Then she gave me a shy grin, and said she

had been thinking about her pony training, and she wanted to re-examine

the pony girl harness in the basement, and see if we could use any of it.

"Was there any particular part of the harness you were thinking about,

Carrie?" I asked her.

"She blushed a little, and said, "Yes, Master, the tail. When I told you

I was picturing your pony being driven up the hill to her reward, she

was wearing that tail."

I told her she would model the whole thing, and we would see what parts

we might be able to use. But I could tell her right now that the tail

was hers. She hugged me and thanked me.

As we were walking back to the bed, I asked Carrie if she would like a

little warming of her backside before resuming. "Master, that's just

what I was thinking of," she said, "you're reading my mind." She quickly

positioned the low-backed chair before the mirror, positioned herself

bent over the chair, and wiggled her ass seductively. I asked her if she

was trying to get me to spank her, or fuck her. "Master's choice," she

said, smiling, "eventually I'll get both."

I spanked her moderately hard until the tears were flowing freely, then

stopped and took her hand. We stretched out in bed together, face to

face with our bodies pressed together, and began kissing softly.

"Carrie," I said, "please stop telling me I should leave you. First of

all, it's never going to happen. But it worries me that you're having

dark thoughts like that. So the next time you start to tell me I should

leave, try instead to tell me why you are thinking about me leaving, and

then we can figure out how to allay your fears."

"That's a good idea, Master, but I know you won't leave me, I have a

feeling the subject is dead. But if I do keep having those thoughts, I

promise we'll talk about it." She kissed me then smiled. "I need you

inside me now, Master."

"Let's start off easy, my love, with my face buried in your beautiful,

ringed snatch, and my fingers roaming over your beautiful, dark brown

areolas and nipples."

She rolled over onto her back, with her arms and legs spread wide. "Why

Master," she said, in what I assumed was a Southern Belle accent,

"you'll turn my head with that sweet talk."

I really wanted to avoid belly-to-belly sex tonight, because I was

worried about causing pain or damage to her piercings. But it was not to

be. After half an hour of cunnilingus, during which she had about one

orgasm per minute. she said, "That's enough foreplay, I need your cock

inside me right now."

I flopped on my back beside her. "Climb on," I said.

When she was in position, she began slowly pumping her hips. I watched

her face for signs of pain, but all I saw was passion. She smiled.

"Relax," she said, "there's only good feelings here, no pain at all.

Like everything else you do, you're a perfect piercer."

My eyes roamed over her, from face to breasts to belly to pussy and back

again. It was all so perfect. "Have I ever told you what a stunningly

beautiful woman you are?" I asked.

She looked puzzled. "Maybe, I can't remember for sure. Perhaps you

should tell me again." I told her again, in great detail.

After she rode me for a long time, she said, "Listen, I'm doing all the

work here, and it's time for a change. We've been fucking for nearly two

hours, and you haven't hurt me once, so I want you to get on top of me

and pound me into the mattress, and if it hurts I promise I'll tell you."

I reluctantly agreed. She stretched out on top of me and we rolled over.

After a position adjustment, I started work. "Oh, yes, I've missed

this," she said. "I take back all the bad jokes I made about you in the

missionary position. From now on, it's just straight fucking for us."

"Now hold on," I said with a grin, "don't I get a vote?"

"No," she said, "you're the sex provider, and I'm the sex consumer, and

the consumer is always right."

Still grinning, I said, "It's fine for you to think of yourself as the

consumer, but you should think of me as Big Business. That means I'll

screw you any way I want to, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Then I gave her a serious look, and asked her if I was hurting her. "No,

Master, there's nothing but pleasure. Lots of pleasure."

"Then would you like to cum for me?" I asked. Of course she did, many

times.

Finally, we were temporarily sated. It was 6:30. We lay with our bodies

pressed together, kissing softly, for another 15 minutes. Finally Carrie

said she was starving. Groaning, I got out of bed and pulled her after

me. We used the toilet and showered, then I carefully inspected her

piercings and injected more disinfectant gel. I told her I was amazed

that there was no sign of infection. The wounds actually looked like

they were healed, although I knew that wasn't the case.

I put Carrie's gown on her, but told her she could remain barefoot. She

said she was afraid of tearing the gown, so I put the 4-inch heels on

her feet. I told her the first chance she had, she was to buy more

dresses like this, but with an appropriate length for lower heels or no

shoes at all. I told her as long as they were sheer, she should get any

style she liked.

We went to the kitchen, and she poured us a glass of wine. After we each

had a sip, I told her to sit on the stool while I made dinner. We locked

eyes and smiled at each other as she gathered up the gown before sitting

her bare ass on the stool. She held the front of the gown so her pussy

was exposed for me, and I made sure she caught me looking at it often.

Halfway through preparing dinner, it occurred to me I had been

concentrating on work and not paying attention to Carrie, and she had

become quiet. I stopped what I was doing and walked over to her. I put

my open hand over her vulva and pressed, then entered her with my middle

finger. She opened her legs wider to accommodate my hand. I kissed her,

and told her not to think she was being ignored. She smiled, and said

she never felt ignored by me. I gave her another sip of wine, told her

to talk to me while I worked, then went back to preparing dinner.

After a few minutes she hadn't said anything. I went to her again, knelt

in front of her, and asked what was wrong. She smiled at me and said she

was happy, tired, sexually satisfied (for a few minutes), and very much

in love, there was nothing wrong. I told her dinner was ready, and

plated the food while she took the wine to the dining room.

After watching Carrie raise her gown and sit, I pushed in her chair,

then took my seat. I was about to dig into the food, when Carrie put her

hand on the table between us, palm up. I put my hand in hers, and we

looked into each other's eyes for a long moment. She said sometimes her

feelings for me overwhelmed her, and that was why she was quiet. I got

up, walked to her chair and gave her a long kiss. I told her I wasn't

worthy of the feelings she had for me, but she made me feel like the

luckiest man in the world. She repeated something she had told me

before, each of us is worthy of the other. Then she smiled, and said

"Let's eat."

We cleaned up from dinner, then shared another glass of wine on the

couch. Carrie stretched out on the couch with her head in my lap, and I

began caressing her face and running my fingers through her hair. After

a minute, she went to sleep. When I noticed she was asleep, I rested my

head on the back of the couch, and soon I was asleep, too. The next

thing I knew, Carrie was saying "Wake up, sleepyhead." We got up and

checked the time. It was 9:00. We decided to make a quick trip

downstairs to check out the pony girl harness, then go to bed.

In the mural room, I stripped her and attached her bondage gear.

Clipping her wrists behind her back, I led her down to the training

room. We walked over to the Master's area, where the fetish gear discard

pile had remained undisturbed. I pulled out the bag of pony girl

equipment, did my best to sort it out, and then began fitting it on

Carrie. I told her the simplest thing to do was put the whole outfit on

her, then decide what we wanted to keep.

Carrie asked to have the tail plug inserted first, so we went over to

the rails. I lubed the plug, then she bent over while I slowly pushed it

into her ass. This plug was bigger than the one she normally wore, and

there were a few cries of pain until I got it all the way in. I had her

walk the length of the room and back to try out her tail. When she was

halfway down the room, I told her to swing her ass more. Then she

started getting into it, and I told her to look at her reflection in the

mirror and develop a sexy walk that showed off the tail. By the time she

got back to my end of the room, she had developed a great walk. The tail

was swishing back and forth, about a foot to either side of her body. I

told her she looked great, and she said it tickled her legs, and it was

much more filling than her usual plug.

I removed Carrie's ankle manacles, belt, and collar. We returned to the

rails, where she leaned back on the rail while I put the heavy black

boots on her. They came half way up her calves. I asked her how they fit

her feet, and she said they were a little large, but Ok. I commented

that a little large was much better than a little small. I laced each

boot all the way up, then had her walk down the room and back again. She

said, "They're so heavy and clunky, and they're like six-inch heels. I'm

almost walking on my toes." I told her to think of them as pony hooves.

I didn't tell her how ugly they were, I figured she knew that better

than I did. She quickly developed a sexy walk in the boots, good enough

to swish the tail out to either side.

Next came the harness. The focus of the harness was two large metal

rings, one just below the breasts and another at the same height in the

middle of her back. A strap looped over each shoulder and connected to

each ring. Two more straps ran around her body below the breasts, and

they also connected to the rings. The fifth strap was supposed to run

down the back, follow her ass crack and across her crotch, then back up

the belly and stomach. It had a hole for the tail to be threaded

through. I didn't want to put that belt on, but Carrie insisted. So I

carefully spread her pussy lips, so that the belt actually entered the

top of her pussy and exited at the bottom, making no contact with her

outer labia and the rings. When she was harnessed, I attached the nipple

clips with the tiny jingle bells, fastened her wrists behind her back,

then had her prance down the room and back. She was into the whole

experience now, pawing the ground and whinnying when she returned to my

end of the room.

The final item was the head harness and mouth bit. There were two bits,

one metal and one rubber. I absolutely refused to allow the metal bit in

her mouth, so after the head straps were adjusted to fit her, I inserted

the rubber bit and connected it to the head harness. The bit held her

teeth open about an inch and a half, and pulled her lips back so that

her teeth showed. I put the plumed skull cap over her head, attached the

reins to each side of the bit, and then drove her around the room for

several minutes.

She pranced, raising her knees very high as she walked. She was very

responsive to the reins. I didn't have to pull enough to actually force

her head to move, the slightest pressure caused her to make perfect

turns.

Finally, I reined her to a halt and removed the bit. She was pawing the

floor with her "hooves." I asked her if she wanted to try it

blindfolded, but she said for now she would rather watch herself in the

mirrors. She then asked me to attach the reins to her labia rings. At

first I refused, but she said she would just walk around the room with

me holding the reins, I wouldn't have to actually steer her. I

reluctantly agreed, and carefully attached the reins to her upper set of

rings. She asked me to put the bit back in, which I did. Then we paraded

around the room for almost ten minutes.

I removed the bit again and asked her what she thought. She said this

should be the outfit she wore on the first snow. I reminded her she

would also have to carry the backpack, and she said she could handle it.

She said that to make it to the top of the picnic hill, have me remove

the backpack from my fully outfitted pony girl, then to throw her down

in the snow and fuck her, that would be something to behold. I told her

she would need to make some practice runs in this outfit, and she said

that was fine, we could leave off the plumed hat for the practice runs.

I said when we did the real thing, we would take the camera, I would

leave her out of sight below the hilltop, set up the camera at the top

and start it recording, then drive her up the hill, take off the

backpack, and fuck her. "Now that's a home movie!" she exclaimed, pawing

the floor.

I told Carrie it was time to go upstairs. She asked if I would fuck her

in her pony outfit first, with her bent over the bars. I agreed, and

then carefully removed the strap running across her crotch, and her tail

plug. She didn't need to be attached to the bars, she simply leaned over

the first bar and grabbed the other bar with her hands. After whe was

positioned at the bars, I carefully trailed the reins out on the floor

behind us. They were still attached to her labia rings, and I wanted to

make sure neither of us would step on them.

When I was positioned behind her, I asked Carrie if she was ready, and

she nodded. But instead of fucking her right away, I began spanking her.

When I saw her surprised look in the mirror, I told her this was a

bonus, no extra charge. She snorted and pawed the ground. "Easy, girl,"

I said. I only spanked her for a few minutes, not enough to start her

tears. I carefully put my cock in her pussy for lubrication, then

withdrew and plunged into her ass. I fucked her hard for quite awhile,

then told her to start coming. She had a long series of orgasms, and I

matched her on about half of them.

Finally I bent over Carrie and rested my head on her back, gently

cupping her breasts. "That's a good girl," I told her as she whinnied

and pawed the floor again and came one last time.

Carrie didn't move from the bars until I explicitly told her to.

Actually, there was never a reason to restrain her anymore, except for

her pleasure or security. She would assume any position I commanded her

to, and would hold it as long as I wanted. When she stood up and turned

to me, I held her in my arms for a long moment, then told her I loved

her very much. She still had the rubber bit in her mouth, so she

whinnied again. Then I told her it was time for a rubdown in the stable,

and started removing her harness.

When all of the pony gear was removed, and she had carefully washed the

butt plug that held her tail, I refastened her hands behind her back and

led her to the exit door. When we were upstairs, I told her that was

definitely a fun activity, and she had thought of it, then thanked her

for the idea.

We used the toilet, gave each other a quick shower, and crawled into

bed. I was sure Carrie would initiate more sex, but she didn't. We made

smalltalk about the day's activities, and when the conversation slowed

to a stop I said Goodnight and told her I loved her. She took my hand,

placed my palm on her pussy, and said, "Thank you for all you do for me,

for this gift and too many more to mention. I adore you and thank God

for you." I rolled on my side to face her, she did the same, and we

moved together until our bodies were in contact from head to toe, our

free arms around one another. That's the last thing I remembered until

morning.