As we finished lunch, I told Carrie it was time for a visit to the

basement, where we would plan our remarriage ceremony, and then she

would pay the punishment debt she had accumulated. She swallowed hard,

but then smiled and said "Yes, Master."

In the mural room, I outfitted Carrie with wrist and ankle manacles and

her bondage collar and belt. I picked up the leash and then escorted her

down to the basement.

"The first thing we'll do," I said, "is continue your leash training. We

were just getting started with that when we were interrupted." She

shifted uncomfortably, and I'm sure she would have apologized again if

she could have. I reattached the leash to the disk at her pussy, then

freed her wrists and ordered her to fold her arms. I asked her if she

remembered the rules for leash training, and she nodded. She was already

Posed perfectly, so I turned and started walking.

The basement was the perfect place for her leash training. With mirrors

on every wall, I could see how she was performing without having to look

back over my shoulder all the time. It quickly became clear what her

strategy was for keeping the leash taut, she was attempting to stay in

perfect step with me and match my stride. I was amazed how well she was

keeping a constant tension on the leash. I tried speeding up and slowing

down, and even changing my stride length. She reacted almost instantly

to every change, even though she kept her eyes down at all times, locked

on her nipples as I had commanded.

After we had made several circuits of the training room, I told Carrie

we would try moving at a faster pace for awhile. I added that, if she

felt even the slightest pain in any of her piercings, she was commanded

to break her silence and tell her Master immediately. I saw her nod her

head, and then I began to jog slowly.

My sudden change, from a slow walk to a jog, caught her by surprise.

There was a tug on the leash, but I was watching her face in the mirror

and saw no sign of pain. She immediately caught up to my speed, and

again amazed me at how perfectly she could synchronize her movements

with mine. We jogged around the room twice, then I switched back to a

slow walk as quickly as I could. I saw her lean back, to maintain the

tension in the leash as she matched my new pace. I wondered if she was

thinking through these responses in real time, or if it was all reflexes.

While we walked, I explained to Carrie how to Heel on command. When she

was commanded to Heel, she would quickly move up beside her Master, on

whichever side her Master was holding the leash. I said that as soon as

I gave the Heel command, I would begin drawing the leash through my

hand, and she would smoothly move up beside me. The command would finish

with me holding the end of the leash that was attached to her, with my

hand right in front of her pussy. I told her the opposite command was

Back, and when commanded Back she would return to her position two paces

behind me, maintaining the leash tension as I reeled her out. I asked

her if she understood the Heel and Back commands, and she nodded.

The first time she executed the Heel command, she broke her Pose and

looked up at me as my hand reached the end of the leash at her pussy. I

smiled at her and told her she had just added to her punishment again,

and she snapped back into the proper Pose. We ran through the Heel and

Back commands perhaps twenty more times, and by then she was doing

everything perfectly. I told her we would jog two more laps, and try

Heel and Back while jogging.

She did very well the first time, but the second time she tried to Heel

our feet got tangled up. I really don't know if it was her fault or

mine, and it doesn't matter. I let go of the leash as soon as I began

falling, and concentrated on not falling on Carrie. I didn't fall hard,

and was just about to break out laughing, when I saw Carrie scramble to

her knees and put her forehead to the floor. She had kept her arms

folded even while she fell. I asked her if she was hurt, and she shook

her head rapidly. I asked her if she had felt any pain in her piercings,

and again she shook her head rapidly.

"Unfold your arms and stand up, Carrie," I told her. She got to her feet

and assumed the Waiting pose, her eyes fixed on her nipples. I told her

she was on informal rules until further notice, and asked her to look at

me. She looked into my eyes, and I saw tears pooling in her eyes. I

walked up to her and took her in my arms, and she put her arms around

me. I told her I was very sorry that I had tripped us, that it was

inexcusable that I had put her in a position where she could have been

hurt and could have torn out one of her rings, and asked her to forgive

me.

I knew her so well, I knew her mind was racing, trying to think of

something to say that would take the blame from me and put it on her.

But she knew I didn't want her to do that. Finally I felt a slight

change in her posture, and knew she had decided. She looked up at me

with a smile, and said, "It's Ok, Master, no harm done. I forgive you."

Then she gave me a big wet kiss. After the kiss, I told her that her

forgiveness was very important to me, and she had made me very happy.

"Any time," she said with a grin.

Taking Carrie's hands in mine, I told her we had two more things to deal

with before going back upstairs, the wedding plans and her punishment. I

said we should take care of the punishment first. She swallowed hard,

and said, "Yes, Master." I asked her if she could tell me the offenses

she was due punishment for. "Yes, Master," she said. "I tried to give my

Master advice on how how to control his Slave, and twice I broke a

commanded Pose."

"What do you think the punishment should be for those offenses?" I asked

her.

She thought for a few moments, then said, "Perhaps four strikes to the

breasts with a crop for each offense, Master."

I told her that was a little severe, I thought two per offense was more

like it. Then I asked her if she remembered the circumstances of her

first offense. "Yes, Master, we were arguing about whether I should

attempt the hill climb in cold weather." I asked her if she remembered

what I said right before she offered her advice on how to control her.

She said, "Sure, you asked me what we should do."

"So you offered me advice after I asked you for it. Hardly an offense.

Now remember back, and tell me the real reason I told you I would punish

you."

She thought for a few seconds, then smiled sheepishly. "I said you

should."

"So, do we agree that it would be wrong to punish you for offering me

advice, after I asked you for it?" She nodded her head. "Good," I said,

"that leaves the two episodes, both of them occurring this afternoon,

where you broke a commanded Pose. I understand that your emotions are in

turmoil, Carrie, and that your thinking might not be at its peak

capability right now. Also, I am assuming that on both occasions when

you broke your Pose, it was because of an irresistable impulse, and not

done to provoke me into giving you punishment. Is that the case?"

"Yes, Master. I've promised you I would never try to provoke you into

punishing me, and I never will."

"Ok then," I said. "Clearly you broke a Pose twice today, and those are

punishable offenses. Your punishment is that you are forbidden to have

an orgasm for the next hour." She was relieved, and was about to thank

me. I held up a finger to silence her, and continued, "But I'm warning

you. As much as I would hate to begin whipping you, after we have come

so far without using the crop or whip one time for punishment, I will

return you here and punish you harshly if you continue to break my

rules. Is that clear, Carrie?"

She looked into my eyes, and said "Yes, Master. I promise I will control

myself as you expect and demand. Thank you for your indulgence and for

being the best Master any slave could ask for. Please, Master, may I

have a kiss?"

I gave her a long, tender kiss. Then I said we should get on with our

planning for the ceremony tomorrow, because I wanted her upstairs in bed

in one hour, when her punishment was over. She jumped up and down,

saying "Ohboy, Ohboy," like the Carrie I hadn't seen for a few days, and

making me think that all of the turmoil of the last couple of hours had

led to a positive outcome.

We sat on the couch in the Master's area and watched our wedding movie

on the camera's monitor. We decided it wasn't that bad after all, but

Carrie said she wanted to change some of the words she used, and she

subtly let me know that my words could also stand improvement. I told

her to reword my original speech the way she thought it should have been

said, and I would consider it. I had forgotten that I used the crop on

Carrie after the ceremonial flogging, and I told her I didn't want to do

that again. She said it was up to me, but the symbolism of marking her

body at the conclusion of the ceremony was strong, and she thought we

should repeat it. I reluctantly agreed. I commented that she was going

to look stunning at the beginning of the ceremony in her floor length

gown, and in a way it was too bad that she stripped at the very

beginning of the ceremony. She said she could wait to strip when she

went to the punishment area for her flogging, that way she would be in

the gown for longer. We agreed that was how we would do it.

There didn't seem to be anything left to decide. I looked at the clock,

and said "Oh, my, Carrie it's 3:45 in the afternoon. Time for bed!" She

laughed, then asked if her punishment was over yet. "With time off for

good behavior, your sentence has been served," I told her. Carrie then

took my hand in hers. When I looked at her, she asked if I would please

lead her a few more laps around the room with her leash. I told her I

would be pleased to do that.

Carrie assumed the correct Pose while I attached the leash to her. We

started walking, and again she was amazing in her ability to keep

perfect pace with me regardless of my walking speed. I told her that,

and she said it was important to be the best she could be, at whatever

task her Master set for her. I put her through a half dozen more

Heel/Back cycles, and she executed each one perfectly. The tension in

her leash never varied, even when she was moving toward or away from me.

After four laps at various walking gaits, I broke into a fast jog. She

adapted within a few steps, and once again was as near perfect as I

could determine. I took her for three more laps at various jogging

speeds, and then tried another Heel. She moved up beside me, and ran

beside me for a whole lap. Our upper arms were in contact continuously,

and she never raised her eyes. Looking at her partially closed eyelids,

I could see her eyes moving up and down as they followed her bouncing

nipples. I was in awe of her concentration and her performance. Finally

I gave her the Back command, and when I had reeled her out to her two

pace distance behind me, I slowed to a walk and then stopped.

I turned around to look at Carrie. She was still posed perfectly, but

she was grinning ear-to-ear. I released her from her pose, then took her

shoulders to kiss her. She was covered with a fine layer of sweat, and

was still breathing a little fast. "How did I do?" she asked.

"Perfect, as always." I told her.

She was about to give me one of her "aw, shucks, not little ol' me"

looks, but then she changed her mind. Looking into my eyes, she said "I

was good, and I'm damned proud of it. Please take me to bed now, Master."

We were standing by the bed and kissing, and I asked Carrie if her pussy

was sore or tender from the fisting I gave her earlier. She said she

hadn't noticed any problem, and suggested I send in a probe to

investigate further. I laughed, and asked if she was thinking of a

regular sized probe or an extra large probe? She hooked her arm around

my neck, and said in a very husky, sexy voice, "any sized probe you

choose, any time you want." I told her I would keep that in mind, but

the whole-hand treatment was for special occasions only. She said a

honeymoon was a special occasion, then pushed me onto the bed and

climbed on top of me.

For over an hour we cycled through our repertoire of sex. At one point

Carrie admitted that her pussy was a little tender, but she assured me

that there was no real pain, and she begged me not to stop what I was

doing, which was pounding her cunt as hard as I could with my cock. I

told her we would go easy on the vaginal penetration for a few days, but

assured her she would have plenty of pleasure. She didn't argue, other

than to repeat that a honeymoon was a special occasion and called for

special activities.

At one point I took a risk, and told Carrie that I felt like my Slave

was more submissive than she had ever been, but I still had a fully

functional partner and wife. She grinned at me, and said "I think you're

right, Master. Could it be I'm finally getting my shit together?"

The sex was over for a while, and we were cuddling on the bed. I asked

Carrie how she really felt about having my whole hand in her vagina. She

said it felt almost like rape when I first started. She immediately

apologized for saying that, saying she knew that rape was impossible in

our case, because I always had her permission to do anything I wished to

her body. I said I wanted her to her to continue, I really needed to

understand her perception of what happened. She said it seemed like I

was trying to humiliate and debase her on purpose, but at the same time

she trusted that I wouldn't do that to her for no reason. Finally, she

said, she shut out everything but her Master telling her over and over

again to open for him, and she tried her best to open completely, in

every way. She then felt the joy of her total obedience to me, and

trusted me to decide what was the right thing for her to do.

"I really need you to be honest with me Carrie, and not just tell me

what I want to hear," I said. "Should I have stopped when you asked me

to?"

She held my face between her hands, and said, "No, Master, I was not

raped. I was merely taken to a new threshold, one I was afraid to cross

without the help of my Master, my lover, my husband, my man."

I told her I was relieved, because I was afraid I had pushed her farther

than she was willing to go, and that would have been rape even if she

didn't want to call it that. She sat up in bed and laughed. "I've been

trying to tell you for the last two hours that I want you to do it to me

again tomorrow, when we're on our second honeymoon. Does that sound like

I was raped? I think it would be good if we could work up to the point

where you fist-fucked me every morning as soon as we wake up. I

guarantee you it would set my attitude for the whole day. You would have

the most docile, obedient slave you could imagine."

"I like you docile and obedient sometimes, Carrie," I said, "but most of

the time I want you as my equal partner. Plus, I would miss the

aggressive Carrie, who presses her body against me, hooks her arm around

my neck, says 'Listen,' and then tells me what I need to hear." She

laughed, and said she wasn't sure whether I liked that Carrie or not. I

said I'd like to see more of that Carrie, as long as she doesn't show up

at inappropriate times.

"That's not an act I put on for you, Master, that's the real, non-slave

me coming out. That's who I'm in constant conflict with when I'm docile

and obey your commands without question. Every time I let that Carrie

speak, I'm afraid I'll wind up in the punishment area, getting whipped

until I bleed."

"Keep doing what you're doing, Carrie, and keep your Master honest. You

have the finest mind of anyone I've ever known, and I want you to let

that Carrie speak whenever she detects bullshit coming from your Master.

You will never be punished for doing that."

The assertive Carrie came out then, for just an instant. She put her

hands on my shoulders and pinned me forceably to the bed. "We both love

you," she said. She kissed me hard, and then rolled over onto her back.

"Get up and fix us some dinner," I told her.

Groaning, she rolled off the bed. I got up and took her by the hand, and

we went to the bathroom and relieved ourselves. Back in the bedroom, I

dressed her in the housewear "reverse apron." "Let's get things back to

normal for awhile," I told her, "We're due some quiet time together."

"I agree, Master," Carrie said. "I'm all for dinner, dancing, cuddling,

and lots and lots of fucking." I said that sounded like a perfect plan

for the evening, and asked her if she would like to spend the evening

with Bill instead of Master. She thought for a moment, then said, "How

about no names or titles tonight? Let's just be two people in love." I

kissed her, and we walked arm-in-arm to the kitchen.

When we got to the kitchen, I untied her housewear, and told her she

wasn't a slave tonight. She turned and looked at me, and pressed her

palm lightly against my chest. "I'm always a slave, and I'll always be a

slave, but only for you. May I please ignore the rules of my slavery

tonight?"

"You certainly may. Now, why don't you start planning dinner? I have a

little something to take care of, and I'll be right back." Carrie gave

me a questioning look, but I just kissed her then walked out.

I returned to the kitchen in a few minutes. I had put on a pair of

slacks, a sport shirt, and a pair of loafers, from the impeccable

selection of clothing Carrie had bought for me before I even arrived

here. Carrie whistled when she saw me. "Sexy," she said, "but one of us

is overdressed."

"Not for long," I told her. "While I start dinner, it's your turn. I

expect to be stunned when you return."

"Any limitations?" she asked. I told her she could dress however she

chose. She walked up to me and put her hand on my arm. "Don't worry,"

she said with a smile, "you'll like it." As she left the kitchen, she

looked over her shoulder at me, smiled, and wiggled her ass. I had total

access to her, any time I wanted it, but she could still give me a

raging boner just by shaking her bare ass at me.

Carrie had been gone for perhaps 15 minutes, my boner had subsided, and

I was washing vegetables for our salad. I felt her hands on my

shoulders, then she ran her hands down my back and grasped me by my

waist. I started to turn, but she said, "Don't turn around yet, I have a

test for you first."

"Is that perfume I smell?" I asked, catching a faint scent of something

very nice.

"Very good," she said, "but that's not the test. Here's the test." She

wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed herself into my back. "What

do you feel?"

"Either there are two very perky breasts pressing into my back, or

you're an armed robber."

"Right the first time," she said. "Would you like to see how perky they

are? Turn around and look." She let go of me and took a step back.

I turned and looked at her, and I was stunned. Top to bottom, she was

perfect. Her hair looked as good as I had ever seen it. She had put on

just the right touch of makeup and that very subtle perfume. But when I

got to her breasts, she was spectacular. She wore a sheer black blouse

over one of her new open front bras. He breasts defied gravity, yet they

looked perfectly natural. Her nipples were rock hard. "Are those

marbles, or are you just happy to see me?" I asked with a silly grin.

She brushed each one with a fingertip, causing her to gasp. "Dental

floss," she said. "I was thinking that, when the time was right, you

could remove it with your teeth. Maybe we'll start a trend, flossing and

foreplay combined."

"Are you wearing anything below your breasts?" I asked. "I can't tear my

eyes away to check."

"Ok, smartass," she said, turning her back on me. "Now can you see?" She

had on a short red skirt that perfectly outlined her shapely ass. Below

that were her beautiful legs clad in sexy black stockings and pair of

red heels. She walked to the kitchen door, then spun around and walked

back to me. "I believe you mentioned something about perky?" she said,

looking down at her bouncing breasts and pointing to them with her index

fingers.

I was almost literally drooling. "Honest to God, Carrie, you are

spectacular." I told her. She curtsied and thanked me. "Can I touch?" I

asked.

"Sure," she said, "it's what they live for." I gently cupped and then

carressed her breasts, getting a sensuous sigh in return. When I brushed

her hard nipples, she gasped. "Not too much of that, or we won't make it

to dinner," she said. "Maybe we can just look, lust, and dream until the

time is right, and then we'll make each other's dreams come true."

I said Ok, I would do my best, but I had to do one thing first. I bent

down and planted a gentle kiss on each nipple, then on her lips. "A

promise of things to come," I said. She said she would hold me to the

promise, then asked me what she could do to help with dinner. I told her

to get us some wine, everything was under control.