Dinner was a pure pleasure. In addition to the enjoyment of simply

looking at Carrie, I was treated to the most interesting smalltalk I had

ever heard from her. She was a wealth of information on almost anything,

and I felt like she was pouring it all out for me. We didn't speak one

word about us or our relationship, but for a magic hour we were just the

best of possible friends, and any subject one of us wanted to discuss

was interesting to the other. I felt closer to Carrie than ever before,

and I believe she felt the same about me.

After we had cleaned up from dinner, we took our wine to the living room

and danced for awhile. Suddenly Carrie threw her arms around me and

kissed me hard. "I'm so glad to be here with you, it's just perfect,"

she said.

"You're perfect for me, Carrie," I told her between kisses. "And you're

right, it is perfect." We danced perhaps another 10 minutes, and she

asked if we could sit down for a few minutes, she had something to ask

me. "Certainly," I said. "but first, will you please lift your skirt up

over your ass and lean over the back of the couch?"

She gave me a quick look, then moved quickly to obey. After she was bent

over as I asked, I looked at her for a minute, admiring the view of her

rear. As I suspected, she was using a garter belt to hold up her

stockings. I knew she liked garter belts, she thought they were sexy,

but I had never let her wear stockings until tonight. Walking up behind

her, I lay the palms of my hands on her perfect ass, and felt her

trembling. She looked over her shoulder at me, and said, "Can you please

not spank me or whip me tonight? I would like so much for this to be a

night for lovers, instead of for Master and Slave."

I straightened her up by her shoulders, turned her around, and kissed

her. "I wasn't going to spank you or whip you, Carrie. I was going to

carress your ass and thighs, and then I was going to fuck you." She

immediately started to apologize, but I put a finger to her lips, then

kissed her again. "Carrie, I am delighted that you asked me not to spank

you. I don't think it would have been possible for you to make that

request before tonight. It's so extraordinary, and I was delighted to

hear you say it." I hugged her, then kissed her again.

She smiled at me. "I think you're right," she said. "I scared myself

when I said that, if I had thought about it I would have kept my mouth

shut."

"It's a breakthrough," I said. "I want you to know you can always speak

out and tell me what you want, or don't want. I'm always going to do to

you, or with you, whatever I want. But I want to know how you feel about

it, and I promise that your feelings will be a consideration when I

decide how you'll be used. Now, I think you wanted to sit for awhile,

right?"

She raised her skirt and bent over the couch. Looking back at me with a

big smile, she said, "I did want to sit, until I heard a better idea."

"As beautiful as you are in that blouse and skirt," I told her, "I think

we should take them off now. Do you agree?"

Still smiling, she stood up and turned to face me. "Would you like to

strip me, or would you prefer to watch?" she asked.

I said, "I don't want you stripped just yet, I want to enjoy seeing you

in underwear for awhile. But I would be honored to remove the outer

layer." She held out her arms and walked up to me, and I began

unbuttoning her blouse.

When the blouse was unbuttoned, I slowly undraped her breasts, kissing

the skin as I progressed. When each dark brown areola and nipple was

revealed, I spent long moments kissing, licking, and nibbling on them.

The floss she had tied around her nipples had made them exquisitely

tender and sensitive, and I soon had her moaning continuously. At one

point I thought she was about to cum, so I gave each nipple a last kiss

and then continued with the task of slowly removing her blouse. She

groaned, and said this was the best torture she could imagine.

I spent less time removing her skirt, but made sure her pussy was well

kissed, licked, and fingered. There was also a surprise down there, she

had tied dental floss around her clit, and it was engorged with blood

and so sensitive she could hardly stand for me to touch it. I carefully

removed the floss, accompanied by many Ooohs and Ouches and a final

Ahhh. I tugged and twisted her rings, and asked her if she felt any

discomfort. She said No, she believed the rings were ready for use. Then

I asked her if she still wanted to sit. She asked me to sit, and she

knelt in front of me and took my hands in hers.

"I was thinking," she said with a grin, "that it's traditional for a

groom to have a stag party the night before his wedding. And from what

I've heard, it's not unusual for the groom's buddies to buy a prostitute

to service him during the party. Please, may I be your whore tonight?"

"I don't know if I can afford you," I said with a grin. "How much would

it be for the whole night?"

Letting go of one of my hands, she lightly ran her fingers over my

crotch. My cock began straining to get out of my pants. Smiling up at

me, she said softly, "The first one's free. For a return engagement,

you'll pay just about anything I ask."

Trying to sound naive, I said, "Gee, you must have a lot of experience.

Have you been with a lot of men?"

Continuing to caress my penis through my pants, she said, "I haven't had

many complaints, and what I lack in experience I make up for in

enthusiasm."

"Ok, it's a deal," I told her. I helped her to her feet, then stood up

and led her around to the back of the couch. "Please bend over," I asked

her, and she immediately bent over the back of the couch and rested her

hands on the center cushion. I stood silently behind her for a time,

then started walking slowly around the couch, looking at her from every

angle. She didn't turn her head from the straight ahead position, but

her eyes locked on me and began following me as I moved in front of her.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked, shaking her breasts and her ass.

"Oh yes, very much," I told her. "Your dark brown nipples are very ...

stimulating. I'm looking forward to tasting them, to see if they taste

like chocolate." She smiled. I continued my circuit of the couch, and

stopped when I was behind her again. "You have the sexiest ass I've ever

seen," I told her, and she wiggled it for me. She was so wet that her

pussy juices were beginning to run down her legs.

I walked up behind her and lightly placed the palms of my hands on the

cheeks of her ass. She was trembling. "You're not afraid of me, are you,

my little whore?"

"Not afraid, just unbelievably excited. My legs are beginning to feel

weak. Please take me to bed."

I slid one hand over the curve of her ass and cupped her vulva, and she

began shaking. I told her to lower herself until her stomach was resting

on the back of the couch. She moved her feet apart and spread her legs

as she lowered her body onto the couch. "We're not in any hurry, my

beautiful whore," I told her. "I've got you for the whole night, and I

intend to make full use of you. You're going to be slowly, thoroughly,

and completely fucked tonight." I touched her clit lightly with a

finger, and she came hard, drenching my hand with her juices.

I grabbed a couple of pillows from the couch, then had her stand up

straight just long enough to put them on the back of the couch. When I

bent her over on the pillow, her pussy was at just the right height. I

quickly stripped, then walked up behind her until the tip of my cock

contacted her labia. "Oh, God," she said, "Please put it in me. I need

you inside me." I slid the head of my cock up and down her slit a few

times, pushed it an inch into her pussy, then stopped and began

caressing her ass and thighs with my palms.

"No, no, don't stop there," she cried. "You're driving me insane, put it

in me all the way and fuck me." I pulled out of her, and she groaned.

"You're really hot tonight, aren't you?" I said.

"Yes, yes, I'm hot, I'm horny, I don't know what you've done to me, but

I've never needed fucking more than I do right this minute. Why aren't

you fucking me? I need you inside me."

I didn't know if she was serious or play acting for me. "You're going to

have to earn it, my little whore," I told her. "I think you should show

me how you can dance in your sexy underwear, then I'll be in the mood."

Before I finished talking, she was shaking her head from side to side.

"No, no, no," she said. "I'm not kidding around here, I need you to fuck

me. Let's fuck first, then I'll gladly dance for you." I laughed, then

moved up and plunged my cock into her pussy. She sighed deeply, dropped

her head down until it almost touched the seat of the couch, and said,

"Thank you, thank you, now please fuck my brains out."

"While I'm fucking your brains out, tell me why you're acting like this.

I've never seen you this desperate and hungry to be fucked."

"I know," she said, raising her head and swiveling it around, trying to

meet my gaze. "I'm not sure, but I think it's everything that happened

today, the insights you helped me attain, our upcoming remarriage, and

topped off by the freedom you're giving me tonight. I just want to

devour you, and to be devoured by you." She just looked at me for a few

moments, then said, "I can barely see you, and I need my hands on you,

can't we go to bed now and fuck face to face? I want to look at you and

touch you and feel your hands on my body."

While continuing my slow, deep strokes into her pussy, I bent over and

cupped her breasts in my hands, getting a deep sigh. I started sliding

my hands over her breasts, and she gave a sudden start. "The dental

floss has been on a little too long," she said, "will you please remove

it now?"

"You should have thought ahead when you put it on so tight," I told her.

"I'll remove it when I'm finished fucking your pussy. Or we can stop

fucking while I remove the floss. It's up to you."

"No, don't stop, fuck me harder. May I please come now?"

"You're on your own, my little whore," I said. "When you come and how

often you come is entirely up to you tonight." When she came, her pussy

clamped down on my cock so tight that it hurt. As soon as the first

compression eased off, she began gentler, rythmic squeezes. It was

irrestible, I groaned as I shot my load into her.

She looked back at me with a heavenly smile. "Oh, yes, yes, that's what

I needed," she said, "now I can think again. That felt so good, thank

you."

"I kinda enjoyed it myself," I told her. Bent over with my chest on her

back, I cuddled her a few minutes, until she had stopped shuddering and

her breathing had slowed. I had her stand up, then turned her around to

face me and kissed her tenderly.

Picking her up, I carried her to the bedroom. I was about to drop her

gently on the bed, but she said "Bathroom, please." I carried her to the

bathroom and sat her on the toilet. Kneeling in front of her, I asked

her if she would really like for me to remove the floss from her nipples

with my teeth. She smiled and nodded. I warned her it would take longer,

and hurt more, than if I did it with my fingers. In response, she pushed

a breast to my mouth. I started to work removing the floss.

Whenever I put floss on Carrie, I tied the knot with one or two loops,

like a shoelace knot. Also, I only tied the knot tight enough so that it

wouldn't slip off of her nipple or clit. But she wouldn't do that, she

always tied regular double, or sometimes triple knots, and tied the

knots as tight as she could stand. He nipples were dark purple, even

under the brown skin dye, and they felt cold in my mouth. I didn't want

to give her rules or orders tonight, but I made a mental note to put a

stop to this practice of hers, or else forbid her to ever put floss on

herself.

I worked on one nipple for perhaps 5 minutes, and got nowhere. I knew it

was hurting her, but each time I looked up at her she just smiled and

told me I was doing fine. Finally I stopped, and said, "It's too painful

for you, and I'm taking too long. If I use my fingernail clippers, I

think I can cut the floss without cutting you." She was unhappy that I

was giving up, but said to do it however I wanted to.

In fact I did nip her once with the nail clippers. She was long past the

point of denying she was in pain from the floss, and when the clippers

pinched her skin at the base of her nipple, she yelled and pulled away

from me. I couldn't help laughing, which annoyed her. I told her I hoped

she would remember this, the next time she was tempted to put herself in

pain without permission. She put her hand on my arm and said, "Message

received, now can we get back to some of that slow, thorough fucking I

was promised?"

After we changed places on the toilet, I told Carrie I fancied some sex

under water, nodding at the shower. She nodded her head eagerly, so I

told her to go turn on the water and adjust the temperature. "No, I want

to stay here with you," she said. "It will only take a few seconds to

adjust the shower, we can do it together." I told her if she wanted to

stay with me she had to kiss me. "About time you asked," she said as she

moved her lips to mine.

In the shower, we took our time soaping each other. As we finished

rinsing under the shower head, I pushed Carrie face-first against the

wall. "This isn't gonna be slow, but it's gonna be very thorough," I

whispered in her ear as I drove my cock into her ass.

"Show me you own me. Make me know I'm yours," she answered. I fucked her

ass until I felt the orgasm starting to build. I told Carrie to cum with

me, and she did. As we came down from our orgasms, I held her pressed

against the wall of the shower so I could feel every tremble of her

body. Kissing her neck and the sides of her face, I told her she was

mine forever, as I was hers. When at last I eased the pressure of my

body on hers and withdrew my cock from her ass, she turned around, put

her arms around me, and we shared a long, tender kiss.

It was Carrie's turn to run the show, she pushed me under the running

shower and dropped to her knees. Looking up at me with a mischievous

grin, she said, "This is going to be slow AND thorough. Find something

to hang on to."

She was right. By the time she got me off, I had my hands over my head,

holding onto the shower head for support. When she released me from her

mouth, I eased myself down until I was sitting under the running water.

Carrie curled up in my arms, and we cuddled in the warm shower for a few

minutes.

As we were drying off, Carrie said she knew what she wanted to do next.

I asked her what, and she said, "You dress warmly, then tie my hands

behind my back, take me outside naked, throw me on the ground behind the

house, and fuck me." I told her that was not a good idea, it was

freezing cold outside. "It's not like we're taking two hours to get up

to the hilltop," she said, "we'll be back inside before I get really

cold. But I don't want a quickie out there, I want a thorough fuck, the

kind you usually give me."

"What do you mean 'usually'?" I asked her. "When have I not given you a

thorough fuck?"

She put her arm around my neck, kissed me and smiled. "All I meant was,

we'll be outside for your pleasure and my submission, so if you try to

hurry on my account you'll shortchange both of us. Understand?"

"Understood," I answered. "But it's not a good idea to go outside naked,

in freezing weather, right after a warm shower. Go get us some wine, and

we'll sip and talk for awhile." She ran off to fetch the wine, and I got

dressed.

Carrie soon returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She poured a

glass and handed it to me. "Thank you, my beautiful whore," I said.

She said, "You know what, I've decided I don't really like being called

a whore, even if I am one."

I sat in a chair and told Carrie to climb into my lap. With my arms

around her, I reminded her that she was the one that started the whore

talk, and I was just going along with what I though she wanted.

Furthermore, she was not a whore, and never would be, and I never again

wanted to hear her say that she was a whore. She said she didn't want to

make a big deal out of it, I was right that it was her idea, but it was

a bad idea, so let's just forget about it. I agreed, offered her a sip

of wine, then kissed her.

We drank wine and made smalltalk for awhile. At one point I reminded

Carrie that she had said she wanted this to be a night for lovers, and

now she was asking me to tie her hands, take her out into the cold night

naked, and fuck her on the ground. I pointed out that lovers would

probably just go to bed instead. She gave me a serious look, and said,

"You've been a wonderful, considerate lover all evening, and I've loved

every second of it. But now, if it pleases my Master, I would very much

like to be put under his control."

I gave her another sip of wine, then kissed her tenderly and pointed to

her spanking chair. "Formal speech, Slave. Go bend over the chair, and

stay there until I'm ready to deal with you." Carrie scrambled out of my

lap and ran to the chair. She spread her feet to shoulder width, bent

over the chair back and grasped the front of the seat with her hands. I

could see that her pussy was already wet.

During the ten minutes it took me to finish the glass of wine, I

silently watched Carrie. She didn't seem to be trembling, but once in a

while she would shudder for a few moments. I wondered if she was having

orgasms, but I didn't want to break the silence to ask. Her body tensed

as she heard me rise from the chair. Rather than going to her, I went to

the mural room.

Returning with her slave collar and wrist manacles, I threw them down on

her chair between her hands, startling her. I said, "We had more hours

of tender lovemaking ahead of us tonight, but you chose this instead." I

returned to my chair, sat down, and poured another glass of wine.

When my glass was half empty, I got up and went to the kitchen. Fetching

two ice cubes from the freezer, I held them under running water until

all of the rough edges had been melted away. Returning to the bedroom, I

walked up behind Carrie and rubbed an ice cube the length of her pussy.

She gasped and jumped, but didn't pull away from my hand. I moved the

ice cube to her sphincter, held it there for a few seconds, then pushed

it into her ass hole. She gave out a yelp, and I immediately told her to

be quiet or face punishment. I repeated the procedure with the second

ice cube, first rubbing it across her pussy and then pushing it into her

ass. Finally I gave her a single hard slap across her ass, then returned

to my chair and continued sipping my wine.

After making her wait for 10 more minutes, I stood, walked up behind

her, and carressed her ass and thighs. She began trembling, and then she

sobbed. I hadn't noticed the tears running down her face onto the chair,

but I could see now that she had been crying silently for some time. I

asked her why she was crying, and told her to respond to my question. "I

hate myself when I act so selfishly and disappoint you, Master," she

said. "I'm so sorry I ruined our evening."

"I thought we had gotten past this, Carrie. Didn't we agree, earlier

this evening, how wonderful it was that you could ask me for what you

want? Why would you think you had disappointed me by asking for what you

want now?"

She forgot she was in formal speech. "You're not mad at me?" she asked.

"No, I'm not mad at you. I decided you were in need of some discipline.

You're going to get more, as soon as we settle this little issue. Do you

think I'm unable to refuse your requests if I choose to?"

She shook her head rapidly. "No, Master, I never thought that," she said

earnestly.

"Ok, then, there's just one more thing you need to understand before we

can continue. You disrespect your Master, when you say you hate

something that your Master loves more than his own life. I will never

hear you say that again, is that understood?"

She looked around at me, the tears still flowing down her face. "Oh,

yes, Master, I will never say that again."

"I'm going to spank you now, Carrie, but this is not a punishment. Tell

me how you know this is not a punishment."

"Because you just told me so, Master, and because I've done nothing to

deserve punishment."

"That's right, Carrie, now hold your head straight and erect, and accept

your spanking," I said, then began.

I spanked her for about half an hour. Both my hands were starting to

sting badly, and Carrie was sobbing constantly. Finally I saw her lower

her head, and I used that as my cue to stop. I returned to the kitchen

and filled a small bowl with ice. Coming back to Carrie, I spent a few

minutes rubbing her ass lightly with the ice, causing her to come

several times.

Finally I shoved another ice cube into Carrie's ass, saying "This had

better be melted by the time I put my cock in there." I had her stand

up, then put her collar and manacles on. I fastened her wrists together

behind her back, then got a jacket from the closet and put it on.

Finally I grabbed the pistol from its hiding place behind the headboard

of our bed, put it in the jacket pocket, then took Carrie by the arm and

led her toward the back door.

With a hand on the pistol in my pocket, I opened the door and stepped

outside. I stood quietly for a few seconds, listening for any unusual

noises. Then I reached across the doorway, grabbed Carrie by her arm,

and pulled her outside. I felt her shudder when the cold air hit her

naked flesh. I could see our breath heavy on the air, it was really

cold. After closing the door, I pointed Carrie where I wanted her to go,

then pushed her back to start her walking. I took her about twenty feet

from the house, where there was a small clearing we had used before.

When we reached the clearing, Carrie was shivering. "On your knees,

forehead to the ground," I told her. She immediately knelt as I ordered.

I walked a slow circle around her, then knelt down behind her. Unzipping

my pants, I pulled out my cock and shoved it into her ass. I think the

ice had melted, but it was pretty cold in there at first. I held her

hips as I pumped her, since she had no way to brace herself with her

hands restrained behind her back. In the faint light I could she that

she was covered with gooseflesh all over, and whe was starting to

tremble badly.

It took me perhaps 15 minutes to come in her ass. She didn't seem to be

hurting much worse than she was when I first entered her, so I decided

to extend her experience as she had asked me to do. I told her she could

straighten up, and she raised her body to a vertical position, still on

her knees. "As soon as I rest up a little, you can clean me off and suck

my cock," I told her. Still with her back to me, she nodded. I noticed

she had curled her hands into fists. "You do not have permission to curl

your fingers," I told her, "straighten them at once and attend to your

posture." She immediately straightened her fingers, opened her knees

farther, and tried to assume a more erect posture.

I knelt quietly behind Carrie for a few minutes, then started tracing

designs on her back with my fingers. I could feel her continuous

shaking, although she was trying to suppress it. Finally I said, "Well,

I suppose I should let you blow me before your teeth start chattering."

I think she tried to laugh, but it came out more like a snort. I laid

down behind her and told her to turn around, clean me off, and suck my

cock. She shuffled around on her knees and began her assigned task.

That was the only time I remember getting a less-than-perfect blowjob

from Carrie. After she cleaned me off, she began stimulating me, but the

cold was really starting to get to her. A few times I felt her teeth on

my cock, although she never bit me. I wasn't sure how long to let her

continue, but just when I had decided to end it she got her second wind.

She took a deep breath, then swallowed my cock. He face was pressing

into my crotch as I felt the tip of my cock moving back and forth deep

in her throat. She held me in her throat as long as possible, then

pulled back so she could gasp enough air to do it again. She repeated

that four or five times, then finally I felt my orgasm starting to

build. When I was approaching the peak sensation, I told Carrie to cum,

and for the first time I could remember, she didn't cum on command.

Tears fell from her eyes. "So that's how you obey your Master?" I asked.

When Carrie had cleaned my cock thoroughly, she straightened up and sat

back on her heels. She looked miserable, it was obvious she was hurting

badly. Tears were still running down her cheeks. "I'll need ten or

fifteen minutes to recover," I told her, "then we can have a straight

fuck. I wouldn't want your pussy to feel left out. Just relax, I'll let

you know when I'm ready." I put my cock back in my pants and zipped up.

"Don't want it to get too cold," I told her with a smile.

I put my hands behind my head and lay there watching her. "You could

open your legs a little farther," I told her. She immediately opened her

legs another few inches. "Hold your head erect, too. I really think it's

time we got a posture collar for you. A month in a rigid, six-inch wide

collar, 24 hours a day, will teach you the proper way to hold your head,

and the importance of obeying your Master's commands." While I was

speaking she raised her head and lowered her eyes in the correct

posture. "Much better, but a little late" I told her.

I lay quietly, watching Carrie's shivering become more violent and the

pain reflected on her face grow stronger. Finally, without raising her

eyes, she said in a whisper, "Please."

"Please what, Carrie?" I asked.

"Please, Master, take me inside."