It seemed like Carrie had been reading to me for only a few minutes when

Philip said he was sorry to interrupt, but lunch had been ready for 15

minutes. I told him we would be right in, then kissed Carrie and helped

her up from the couch. "Can we do this again?" she asked. I nodded and

asked her if she would like me to read to her occasionally. She beamed

at me and nodded.

During lunch, I told Carrie the pony outfit was no good for outside, we

had to find something else. She said the boots made walking difficult

even on level ground, so she couldn't make any speed over varied

terrain. I agreed with her, but said there was a bigger problem. Even if

she wore walking shoes, it would take approximately an hour to make it

to the top of the hill. That was too long for her to be exposed to

freezing temperatures while naked. We needed something she could wear

that would provide some insulation from the cold, while still preserving

her sexual availability. She said Ok, but what was that? I said I didn't

know, but we should go on the internet and look for something. She said

we could start right after lunch, before her workout.

Several times during lunch, Carrie put her fork down and rested her hand

on the table between us. Each time, I put my hand in hers and she

squeezed my hand and smiled, then resumed eating. Finally I asked her

what she was doing. She laughed and said she wanted to make sure I was

real, because it was really important to know. I stood up and moved over

to her, gave her a big kiss, and said I would be so happy when she got

over this phase. She laughed and told me I should enjoy it while it

lasted.

After lunch we went to the PC in Philip's "office" and started looking

for a solution to our problem. I let Carrie navigate, since I considered

myself an Internet illiterate. We didn't find what we were looking for,

but from watching Carrie's search methods, I concluded that if you

should just come up with the right words to describe what you wanted,

you could find anything. After searching for about 45 minutes, I said we

should start her exercise, and continue our search afterward.

During Carrie's exercise, she first talked about our morning's effort.

She said it was perhaps the hardest thing she had ever done, to keep

moving. She knew I would give her the sweater immediately if she stopped

moving, in spite of what I had told her, but it would have meant she

gave up, and she couldn't do that. She said getting to the top of the

hill, getting fucked, then getting warm became all her life was about.

She just kept putting one foot in front of the other, and postponing the

decision to give up, until we reached the top.

When she was talked out about the climb, Carrie asked that I just accept

her "adoration" until she worked everything out. She promised me that

eventually I would simply be the love of her life. I said she could take

as much time as she needed, I would not speak of it again until she

brought it up.

She then told me she had enjoyed reading to me, and would really like it

if I ever chose to do the same for her. For the remainder of her workout

she talked about her piercing, and how the rings constantly reminded her

of her ensalvement to her Master. She said she was eager to at least see

how the attachments looked and fit, even though she knew it was too soon

to put any stress on the rings. She asked if we could do that after her

workout. I said Yes, but we would have to be very careful. She gave me a

big smile.

We went to our bedroom after her workout. I examined the piercings very

carefully, and saw no evidence of irritation or infection. I said, "Ok,

what do you want to try first?" She said the manhole cover, which is

what we had called the circular disk that was supposed to be a poor

man's chastity belt. It was useless as a chastity belt, but Carrie

thought it might serve as a bizarre decoration. I hefted it in my hand,

and it weighed almost nothing. It was obviously plastic, with a metallic

coating to make it resemble a metal plate.

I carefully attached the disk to her four rings. Its diameter was such

that it forced her pussy open slightly, and the plate nestled just

inside her pussy, between the inner and outer labia. I couldn't decide

whether it was cute or trashy, I finally concluded it was both. She

looked at herself in the mirror and laughed. She said we nailed it when

we called it a manhole cover, that's exactly what it looked like.

I told Carrie that, since it weighed next to nothing, I would let her

leave it in for awhile if she wished. She said she wanted to try some of

the other items, then she might ask for permission to put the manhole

cover back on. She wanted to try the dildo next.

The dildo was not heavy as dildos go, but I told her it was too soon for

her to walk around with it hanging from her rings. I had her sit on the

edge of a chair in front of the mirror, then I inserted the dildo and

attached it to the rings. I told her to very gently try to expel it, and

we saw it moving out of her pussy and pulling the rings outward. I

warned her to be very careful, but she said she hadn't felt any pain.

There was also a vibrator dildo, but we agreed that was too heavy to try

at this early stage of her healing. I told her the vibrator might

occasionally be added to her hill-climbing attire, after she was healed.

Carrie was looking for other items to try on, and she pulled out an

object and asked me how it would attach. She said it was much too big to

fit inside her pussy, and it wasn't shaped right to be a cover over her

pussy, and the attach points were in a weird place. I looked at, and it

finally dawned on me that it was a cup holder. When I told her, she said

that didn't make any sense. I said it was something a sadistic master

might enjoy, using a slave as nothing but a cupholder. I asked her to

imagine kneeling in front of her master, a cup of coffee or a glass of

wine sitting in the cup holder, causing her a good deal of discomfort to

have it hanging from her pussy, especially if it was a hot drink. Her

master might take an hour to finish his beverage, then put the empty cup

or glass back in the cupholder and tell the slave to please bring him

another. She gulped, and said she should probably keep this well out of

sight, and hope that I would forget about it. I told her not to worry,

we wouldn't use it until she asked me to. She was about to say she would

never do that, then she realized what I said, "until" instead of

"unless." I just smiled.

There were other items we tried, most silly and some sadistic. We agreed

that with the exception of the dildo, the vibrator, and the manhole

cover, we would put the rest of the toys away in the back of the closet,

in case we ever got bored. I let Carrie put the manhole cover back on,

then dressed her in her sheer gown and high heels and had her walk

around the room. I told her it reminded me of a nameplate on some piece

of equipment, and we needed a version of the insert that had our names

on it, signifying that she was my property. Her eyes got wide, and she

said that would be perfect, she would find someplace on the web that

would make that for us.

We went back to the PC to continue our search, and almost immediately

found a sheer, black, long sleeved, ankle to kneck, mesh body suit. It

even had zippers over the breasts and crotch. "Perfect," Carrie said,

but I had my doubts. I knew it would look stunning, but I wasn't sure it

would be warm enough to protect her in freezing weather. After talking

about it, we decided that she would order it with overnight delivery,

but we would keep looking for something better. She said she wanted to

get a flesh-colored version in addition to the black one, and I agreed.

I then made her go to a famous outdoors outfitter's web site and get a

pair of high quality black hightop walking shoes. We agreed we were

tired of e-shopping for the present, but we checked out one last site

before stopping, and found just what I wanted.

It was made of fairly heavy black latex. It had long sleeves, and

covered the body from ankles to high on the neck. It was basically a

rubber leotard. There was some sort of a built-in corset at the waist,

zippered breast and crotch openings, and an optional hood that

overlapped the neck of the suit and covered the head except for an oval

cutout for the eyes and nose. Now it was my turn to say "Perfect." I

told Carrie to buy one, be very careful to specify the right

measurements, and get the fastest delivery possible. I was suddenly

feeling much better about making that movie on top of the hill.

I told Carrie I thought she needed a long, hard spanking, and asked her

how she felt about being spanked downstairs. I didn't want her to think

the spanking was for punishment, since she had done nothing to be

punished for. She said she knew that spankings were for her Master's

pleasure, and for his Slave's pleasure as well. I took her to the

bedroom and stripped her, including the manhole cover. After a bathroom

stop, we went to the mural room for her bondage gear, then downstairs.

After bending Carrie to the rails in the familiar butt-fucking position,

I said she would again give me the count after each slap to her ass, and

we would continue until she was unable to keep count. She gulped hard,

knowing that this procedure resulted in a much more severe spanking than

she would get if I was controlling the duration.

Although her tears started flowing right away, she did very well until

the count neared 100. She was gasping and sobbing between counts, and

she lowered her head onto her chest. I told her that was not allowed,

she must hold her head up and look at herself, just like when she was

being flogged. She quickly raised her head, and seemed to have regained

some control over her sobbing.

At a count of 205, Carrie asked if she could have a moment's rest. I

asked her if she needed a drink of water, and she eagerly said Yes.

Bringing her a glass of cold water, I held it to her lips while she

drank. I gave her a light, tender kiss, and asked her if she was ready

to stop. She said No, she was able to continue, and thanked me for the

water and the kiss. Returning to my spanking position, I noted that her

ass was very red and very warm to the touch. I resumed the spanking.

As we neared a count of 300, Carrie began taking several seconds to say

the count after each blow. She had pretty much gotten beyond the sobbing

and gasping, although tears were still flowing freely. I wasn't sure if

she was trying to stretch out the spanking, or if she needed to stop but

was too stubborn to admit it. I told her she would have to respond

faster, I didn't want to spend the rest of the day swatting her ass. She

answered faster after that, and we continued until the count reached

390, when she failed to respond. I waited about 5 seconds, then asked

her if whe was finished. She begged my forgiveness for being so weak,

and said if she could have another brief rest she would be able to

continue.

I told her she was not weak, she was very strong. I said her Master

wanted his Slave to tell him that she had performed as well as anyone

could ask, and that she had taken all she could for the time being. She

echoed back what I had said, and I told her she would have to repeat it

until I knew she believed it. She gathered herself up, then told me in

her own words that she had done a good job, and she wanted to stop now.

When I told Carrie to let go of the rail and stand up, she asked if I

would butt fuck her first. I told her I had other plans, which we would

implement after she had rested for awhile.

I led her to the Master's area, where I sprawled on the couch and pulled

her on top of me. We cuddled until her tears had subsided, then we got

up. I had her lay face first on the couch, and laid a damp towel over

her ass. After fastening her wrists behind her back, I ordered her to

remain as she was, and said I would be right back.

After making a quick trip upstairs for equipment, I returned to the

basement. As soon as I reached Carrie, I put her blindfold over her

eyes. I helped her to her knees on the couch and tied several turns of

rope around the base of each breast. Getting her to her feet, I tied the

ropes from each breast together behind her neck, creating a sort of a

bra. Her breasts were constricted into a spherical shape, standing

straight out from her chest.

Turning Carrie toward the far end of the room by pulling her nipples, I

then set her into motion with a finger on her anus. We walked the full

length of the room, until we reached the punishment area. I felt her

tense up as she realized where she was, so I kissed her gently and told

her not to worry, she wasn't here for punishment. I positioned her as if

I were going to flog the insides of her thighs. Her collar, belt, and

wrists were secured to connect points on the floor of the punishment

stage. Her ass hung off the front apron of the stage. Her ankles were

tied to ropes and pulled up and to the sides until her legs were

straight, with a 90 degree angle between them.

I caressed the insides of her thighs softly with my fingers, then knelt

at her side on the stage and used my lips and tongue on her nipples

until they were rock hard. Then I sat down beside her and began reading

her "The Story of O." As soon as she realized what I was up to, she gave

me a big smile and relaxed.

After I read about 10 pages, I put the book down and knelt on the floor

at her crotch, surprised that she was already very wet. I tongued her

pussy and clit until she came several times, then I returned to her side

and resumed reading. After this process was repeated a number of times,

Carrie was in a continuous state of arousal. Each time I returned to her

crotch, there was a larger puddle under her ass, as her juices were

freely flowing out of her pussy, down the crack of her ass, and onto the

floor.

Once when I stopped reading, I decided to administer to her breasts

instead of her pussy. As I was licking, sucking, and nibbling on her

nipples, she was repeating softly that she loved me. Good, I thought,

maybe the adoration thing had run its course. I told her I wasn't

commanding her to cum, but I wanted her to try to have an orgasm just

from the pleasure she was receiving at her nipples. Within a few seconds

she came. I sat back beside her and continued reading, then after

another ten pages returned my attention to her pussy.

This went on for a long time, perhaps two hours, until finally Carrie

begged me to stop, saying she was exhausted and needed to calm down for

awhile. I carefully removed the ropes around her breasts, lowered and

released her ankles, then unfastened her from the stage. After removing

the blindfold, I helped her sit up, then sat beside her and held her in

my arms. We kissed softly for a few minutes, until I could tell she was

starting to relax. I asked her if she could stand, and she asked me to

please hold her a few more minutes while she regained her strength.

When she said she was ready, I took Carrie upstairs. After I removed her

bondage gear in the mural room, she walked up to me and pressed her body

against mine. Smiling, she said "Master, when you read to a girl, she

knows she's been read to."

I laughed. "You're still turned on, aren't you?" I asked her.

"Yes, Master, I'm just too tired to do anything about it. I hope you

give me another opportunity later." Then she asked, "How come I read

'Treasure Island,' but you got to read 'The Story of O'?"

"It's simple," I told her. "I picked 'Treasure Island' because it was a

book I loved as a kid. I didn't know it had the same history with you. I

picked 'The Story of O' to read to you, because it was the only work of

pornography I saw on your bookshelf, and that made me think it meant

something to you. Was I right?"

"You were right, Master," she said, lowering her eyes.

I raised her chin until she met my gaze again. "You'll tell me when we

get to the parts that interest you," I said. She knew it wasn't a

question.

"Yes, Master, I will. You've already read some of the interesting

passages." I told her we would revisit those passages the next time.

It was 4:15, and it was Friday, which meant we had the house to

ourselves for the weekend. After using the toilet, Carrie and I gave

each other a quick shower, and then I examined her piercings. I told her

everything looked great. I asked her if she was still conscious of the

extra weight hanging from her labia. She said Yes, and that she hoped

she would always be constantly aware of her Master's mark on her body.

I dressed Carrie in a pair of 3-inch heels and her housewear "reverse

apron," then replaced the manhole cover over her pussy and attached it

to her rings. I told her this is how she would be dressed all weekend,

unless it interfered with other activities. She said she was proud to

display herself for her Master. She even offered to go completely naked,

knowing that she would be unable to sit down unless her ass was covered.

I thanked her for the offer, and said I would be pleased if she would

remain naked for me for the rest of the evening. She asked for

permission to remove the housewear, and I granted it. I added that she

might as well lose the shoes, too, since she preferred to go barefoot

anyway.

Carrie asked what I was planning for the evening. I told her my plans

were still unfolding, but I knew the first thing we would do. I sat in a

comfortable chair, and told her to kneel in front of me and suck my cock.

About 5 minutes into a terrific blowjob, I asked Carrie if she could

cross her arms behind her back. Without breaking her rhythm, she folded

her arms behind her back. She was grasping one forearm with the other

hand, and I asked her if she could grasp her upper arms with each hand.

With a little struggle, she managed to do that without removing her

mouth from my cock. I asked her if that was uncomfortable or painful.

She stopped sucking me long enough to say it took effort, but was not

painful. I told her she would hold her arms in that position until told

otherwise.

After Carrie got me off and cleaned my cock thoroughly, she started to

get to her feet. I stopped her, and told her we were trying something

new. I said that as long as she had her arms positioned as I had

ordered, folded behind her back, she would be unable to change position

without help. That meant she could not stand, sit, kneel, or walk unless

she was being held by her nipples or her labia, or unless I had a

finger, or something like a finger, up her ass. I asked her if she

understood, and she read back the new rules perfectly.

I stood, then took both of her nipples between thumbs and forefingers,

and told her she could get off her knees now. She stood up in one smooth

motion. Mindful of her rings, I took one of her labia between my fingers

and started for the kitchen. "What would you like for dinner?" I asked.

She had a hard time answering, but finally said anything would be fine.

In the kitchen, I positioned Carrie in a corner and let go of her labia.

Going to the living room, I returned with a pillow from the couch and

put it on the floor in front of her. I told her to kneel, but she

remained standing. "That's my good girl," I said with a kiss, then took

her nipples and gently tugged her down to her knees. As I turned away

from her to begin preparing dinner, I asked her to talk to me while I

worked.

She didn't say anything for a few minutes, so I asked her if there was a

problem. In a soft voice she answered, "There's no problem, Master, your

Slave has a request, and was trying to think of the right way to ask."

"Carrie, the right way to ask me anything at all is simply to ask. I

hope you know by know that you can tell me, or ask me, anything."

She exhaled sharply. "Ok, Master, I would like you to decide how long

you spank me, instead of having me make the decision."

I stopped what I was doing and turned to face her. "Done," I said, and

she gave me a relieved smile. I added, "Now please tell me why," and her

smile became a little strained. She was silent for a few moments, so I

added, "Would you like me to tell you why?"

"Yes, Master," she said quietly, looking down at the floor. I told her

to look up at me and to straighten up, she was bending slightly at her

hips. She adjusted her posture and looked into my eyes.

I smiled at her. "I think it's simple," I said. "you can't go easy on

yourself. You want to feel some pain, but when you've had all you want,

you just can't ask me to stop. You have to keep going until you can't

stand any more, as a demonstration of your love and devotion to your

Master. Is that about it?"

"That is one reason Master. The other is that I feel more enslaved by

the spanking when it's length and severity is not under my control. I

know I can trust you totally Master, and I love the feeling of surrender

when you are in control."

I smiled at her. "That was very well said, Carrie, and it helps me to

understand that you wish to be controlled more. How do you like the new

rules you are under right now? Does it make you feel more controlled,

knowing that you must keep your arms folded behind your back, and that

you can't move without assistance when they are folded like that?"

"Yes, Master, I like this a lot, although my shoulders are beginning to

ache a little from holding this position. May I take a break and unfold

my arms for awhile?"

"No, Carrie," I answered, "not yet. But I'm glad you felt confident that

you could ask that of your Master. You can always talk to me about

anything, or ask me for anything. Just understand that I will not always

give you what you ask for. Is that clear?"

"Oh, yes Master, it's very clear," she replied quickly.