"Of course, Carrie," I said, scrambling to my feet. I helped her up and

quickly led her to the door. Once we were inside and the door was

locked, I took her to the bathroom and turned on the shower. While the

water was getting hot I removed her manacles and collar. Then I quickly

stripped off her underwear and helped her into the shower. Under the

warm water, I rubbed her all over and held her in my arms.

When Carrie started to respond and show some signs of life, I asked her

if the experience was what she expected. She said she had forgotten how

much it hurt, in the few days since our failed attempt to climb the

hill. She thanked me for taking her outside, and for leaving her there

as long as she could stand it, and said she was so sorry for failing to

cum when I had commanded her to. I told her we would discuss her

disobedience later, there would have to be consequences.

We were back in the bedroom, with Carrie curled up in my lap. We were

sharing the last of the wine, when Carrie asked, "Master, were you

serious about me wearing a ... what did you call it, a posture collar?"

"I'm serious about stopping you from breaking my rules and disobeying my

commands, Carrie. You're doing it more and more frequently, and I'm

going to put a stop to it. I know that it's during times of stress that

you disobey, but that is exactly when it's important that you be

obedient. If the collar will force you to be more conscious of what

you're doing, then Yes, I'm serious about it."

With her eyes lowered, she said, "Master, when you first mentioned a

posture collar a few days ago, I didn't know what you meant. But when

you described it as six inches wide, I remembered that there is one like

that in a drawer downstairs." I asked her where it was, and she told me.

It was one of the drawers I had never bothered to look in. I made a

mental note to check all of the drawers at the first opportunity, to see

what else there might be that we could use. I had Carrie get out of my

lap, then I went to the basement and returned in a minute with the

collar.

Fitting the collar to Carrie was simple. It laced up in the back, to

adjust snugly to her neck. In the front, there were latches that allowed

it to be put on or removed without disturbing the lacing. It was made of

black leather, heavily reinforced with vertical stays about every half

inch. It flared at the base, to smoothly flow from her neck onto her

shoulders. In the front, in curved down a few inches onto her chest. In

the rear, it curved down the same amount onto her back, but also had an

extension that ran up the back of her head for about an inch. It was

actually a little too high for Carrie, in front the top of the collar

pressed into the underside of her jaw. It would be an unacceptable fit

if I really intended her to wear it for a long period.

When I had laced it snugly and tied off the laces, I walked around in

front of her. It gave me an instant boner to see her in the collar, her

head perfectly erect. I told her to try moving her head, and she was

unable to move it up or down at all, and with difficulty could move it

about an inch side to side. I asked her how it felt. "Awful, Master,"

she said, "I don't think I can stand this for long."

"That's the point, Carrie," I said. "When we remove it, a month from

now, you'll feel abnormal without it, my bet is you'll beg me to put it

back on you. Sure, you'll be miserable for a few days or a week, but you

should have thought of the consequences of disobedience sooner. This

will be a constant reminder to you that you are my Slave and subject to

my rules. Now lie down on your back on the bed, I'm going to fuck you."

She immediately went to the bed and lay down, trying to adjust to the

awkwardness of not being able to move her head. I lay down beside her,

then raised up on one elbow and kissed her lips. She immediately tried

to adjust her head to my lips, but couldn't. When I broke the kiss, she

said, "Please, Master, I don't want to wear this. If you'll give me

another chance, I'll do my very best to be obedient and follow the

rules."

"I don't remember opening the subject for discussion, Carrie. I think

you should concentrate on pleasing your Master with your body, and not

worry about trivia like the collar. The next words I hear from you are

going to be on the subject of how hot you are to be fucked, in any way

your Master chooses to fuck you."

She did her best to obey, but both of us knew her heart wasn't in it. I

realized then that I had gone too far, I was on the verge of harming our

relationship. In the past I would have concluded that it was her

problem, and that she would eventually adjust. But now I couldn't do

that to the woman I loved. I popped the latches and opened the collar,

and told her she wouldn't have to wear the collar to bed, and I would

put it back on her tomorrow morning. Carrie threw her arms around my

neck and kissed me tenderly. "You won't be sorry, Master," she said.

"I'll be your perfect Slave, I promise."

I sat up on the bed and had her do the same. I took her hands in mine,

looked into her eyes, and said, "You're already my perfect Slave,

Carrie. Your problem is that you don't always know whether you should be

my Slave, or my wife and partner. I realize how difficult that is for

you, and I promise to do a better job of helping you understand what I

expect from you at any given time. I'll try to make sure you know when I

expect you to switch into or out of your slave role. I know I ask a lot

of you, and you nearly always meet and exceed my expectations. Working

together, we'll figure out how to do better.

"May I kiss you, Master?" she asked.

"I wish you would," I said, and she did. After the kiss, I said, "Until

we get out of bed tomorrow, I would like you to be my wife and my

partner. When we get out of bed in the morning, I'll expect you to be my

perfect slave. Ok?"

She agreed, and thanked me for letting her sleep without her collar.

Then she gave me a big smile and said, "Master, may I please have that

fuck now?" We lay down and started over, with the kiss.

I woke up to find Carrie had my cock in her mouth. Sleepily, I told her

that was a dangerous thing to do first thing in the morning, she might

end up with a mouthful of my piss. She said it was worth the risk, then

added that this was a big day and she wanted to start it off right. I

bunched up the pillows under my head and watched her. She maintained eye

contact with me until I came. As she was cleaning my cock, she winked at

me and shook her ass in the air. I asked her where she wanted it, fore

or aft. Having finished cleaning me, she straightened up and acted like

she was thinking about it. Finally she said, "I can't decide, can you do

both?"

I told her I would fuck her bent over her spanking chair. She quickly

hopped out of bed, ran to the chair, bent over the chair back, and

wiggled her ass seductively. I walked up behind her and carressed her

ass. She turned her head around as far as she could and looked at me.

She asked if we could move to the floor, because she wanted to see my

face while we fucked. I reached out and took a handful of her hair in

one hand and forced her to turn her head back to the straight ahead

position. "You're in the position I want you in now, Carrie," I said.

Keeping a grip on her hair, I applied firm pressure, so she was forced

to bend her head back.

"You seem to have forgotten what I said last night, that you will be my

slave today," I said. I was still holding her hair, so she couldn't look

around, but she started to speak. I cut her off, saying "Shut up.

Whenever you transition to Slave mode, you will obey formal speech rules

unless told otherwise." I let go of her hair, slapped her hard on her

ass, and said, "Get your posture collar and bring it to me."

She ran to get her collar, then ran back to me. She assumed the Waiting

Pose, her head held high and her eyes lowered. I took the collar from

her and locked it around her neck, then told her to assume the learning

pose. She dropped to her knees, spread her legs wide, and rested her

open, upturned palms on her thighs.

I looked down at her for some moments, then started pacing back and

forth in front of her as I spoke. "We've already talked about your

increasing disobedience and ignoring of the rules. I hope we don't need

to say any more about that. But I've just noticed another trend in your

behavior that must be stopped. Whenever I treat you as my equal partner,

you show an increasing tendency to control what we do. I'll give you two

examples. Last night we were having a wonderful, intimate evening, until

you put an end to it when you asked me to take you outside. Just now,

after I told you I wanted to fuck you over the chair, you wanted to do

it on the floor instead. You seem to want to be in control of what we

do, and I've been much too lax in letting you get away with it.

"Here's the way it will be from now on: either neither of us is in

control, or I'm in control. There will never be a time when you're in

control. When I choose to treat you as an equal, because I love you, I

will always be willing to listen to your suggestions, advice and

requests. But when I've decided and told you what we're going to do, you

will not make suggestions or pleas to do something different. Do you

understand what I'm telling you? Respond now."

Taking a deep breath, Carrie read back what I had just told her in a

trembling voice. She reworded my speech enough that I was sure she knew

exactly what I was talking about. I complemented her on her response,

then told her to fold her arms behind her back. After watching her

struggle to grasp her upper arms with her hands, I left her on the floor

and went to the kitchen.

I started a pot of coffee, then returned to the bedroom. Taking hold of

Carrie's nipples, I told her to stand, and she rose to her feet in one

graceful move. Leading her to the bathroom by a nipple, I seated her on

the toilet, then stood against the wall and watched her eliminate her

waste. She looked so sexy and submissive I wanted to fuck her again, but

I steeled myself to wait.

When we had finished in the toilet, I returned Carrie to the bedroom and

dressed her in a pair of 4-inch heels. I got her "manhole cover" disk

and attached it to the rings in her labia, then hooked on the leash. I

took the leash in my hand, turned toward the kitchen, and began walking.

After a few steps I felt a smooth increase in tension in the leash.

When we reached the kitchen, I walked a step past where I wanted to

position her, then stopped. She stopped behind me and held the tension

in the leash. I turned in the direction I wanted her to be facing, then

said "Heel." As I pulled the leash through my hand, she walked up to me

and then turned to face the same direction I was facing. We had never

practiced that, she just instinctively knew what I wanted her to do. I

dropped my end of the leash on the floor, knowing she would be frozen in

her current position until I took up the leash again.

Ignoring Carrie, I poured myself a cup of coffee, took a few sips, then

started preparing breakfast. After busying myself for perhaps five

minutes, I stopped and walked over to her. I stood in front of her and

looked at her face for a minute. She held her eyes downcast, but I

noticed a she was starting to tremble. I put a finger under her chin and

ran it along the upper edge of her collar until I reached her earlobe. I

let the finger drift down the collar onto her shoulder, then down her

breast to her nipple, where I spent some time rubbing, rolling, and

squeezing. "I know you're uncomfortable in the collar," I told her, "but

you need this to help you regain your discipline." She nodded almost

imperceptably. "Besides," I added, "you look incredibly sexy and

submissive. It's all I can do to keep from fucking you right now." I was

holding her nipple as I said that. I saw her eyelids flutter like she

was about to look up at me, but she didn't. Her tongue briefly appeared

through her partly open lips, then disappeared again. I kissed her

softly, and felt her tongue dart out to touch my lips.

Before returning to my breakfast chores, I brought my coffee to Carrie

and put the cup to her lips. She took a sip, and smiled. I waited a few

seconds, then offered her the cup again. She took a bigger sip, then

nodded. Laying my hand on the side of her face, I told her I loved her.

She smiled, and I returned to work.

After setting the table, I returned to Carrie and removed her leash. I

told her to unfold her arms and come to breakfast. At the table, she

paused until I told her to sit down. As we began eating I told her she

was on informal speech until further notice. Her first words were, "I

love you, too."

I could tell she found it very awkward to eat while wearing the collar.

She was bending from her hips as she brought food up to her mouth,

probably as a substitute for tilting her head down to meet the food. I

told her to sit up straight. I said she shouldn't worry about spilling

food. If any food dropped onto her, I would lick it up. And if any food

spilled on the floor, she could lick it up. She gave me an insincere

smile.

Trying to make conversation and distract her from her misery, I asked

what plans we needed to make for the wedding. Carrie said she didn't

think I was still planning to have the wedding, considering how

unsatisfactory her behavior had been lately. I told her weddings were

about love, not behavior, and nothing had changed in that respect. She

looked at me and gave me a real smile. She thought for a few moments,

then reeled off a list of things she thought we should do. The first

item was to rewrite our vows, and I said we would do that right after

breakfast.

She obviously wanted to say something, but she was hesitating. I told

her to tell me what she was thinking. "I was just wondering whether I

would be wearing the collar during our wedding, Master," she said

quietly.

"You don't need to worry about the collar, Carrie," I told her. "You'll

wear the collar whenever I put it on you, for as long as I leave it on

you. The answer is, Yes, you'll wear your collar during our wedding, and

until we go to bed tonight. Did that answer your question?"

She lowered her eyes and placed her hands on her thighs, palms up. "Yes,

Master," she said, barely above a whisper, "I hope my question wasn't

out of line."

I reached over and took one of her hands in mine. She squeezed it

tightly, but didn't raise her eyes to look at me, letting me know she

was genuinely upset by what was taking place between us. I said, "I

always want you to ask questions and tell me what you're thinking,

Carrie. We've talked about that many times. What I want you to watch out

for from now on is your tendency to take control of our activities. When

I've told you specifically that we're going to do a certain thing, then

that's what we'll do. I hope you can understand the difference between

communicating with your Master versus trying to control your Master. If

you don't see the difference right away, we'll just keep working on it

until you understand."

After Carrie helped me clear the table, I reattached her leash, led her

back to the bedroom, and positioned her at a low coffee table in a

kneeling position. After fetching the video camera from the basement, I

plugged it into its charger, then set the camera, a notepad, and a pen

on the table in front of Carrie. "You have an hour to perform this task,

Carrie," I told her, "but if you can do it faster that would be good. I

want you to write down our vows from the first ceremony on two pieces of

paper, one for your vows and one for mine. Play back the tape of the

ceremony if you need to refresh your memory. Then, on two more sheets of

paper, write down the vows you think we should say today. Then we'll go

over your results and decide. Ok?"

She looked up at me, smiled, and said that was a good plan. While she

set to work, I returned to the kitchen, loaded the dishwasher, and

started it running. When I returned to the bedroom, Carrie was reviewing

my vows on the camera viewer. I bent down and kissed her on the

forehead. She strained against the collar to look up at me. "I love you,

Carrie," I said, looking into her eyes.

"I know you do, Master, and I love you, too," she said.

I sat in a nearby chair and watched her as she worked, thinking all the

time how much I wanted to fuck her. Soon she had transcribed our

original vows. She shoved the camera to the side, then began studying

her vows. After only a few minutes she added one phrase, then began

reading my vows. Shortly she turned her head as best she could in my

direction. "Master," she said, I don't feel that I have the right to

modify your words."

"I give you the right, and the obligation, to suggest any improvements

you can make to my vows, Carrie. You told me they could use improving,

now show me what you meant."

"Ok," she said, and started rewriting my words on another sheet of

paper. Soon she was done, and she set the pen down and assumed the

Waiting Pose.

I walked to the table to see what she had done. She had added only one

word to her vows, "follow," mixed in with the love and obey part. I

asked her what that meant. "It means that I always want you to determine

what we do, and I will follow, Master." I told her that was excellent,

and she smiled up at me.

I picked up the two versions of my vows. The original, which I more or

less made up on the spot, really sucked. Her rewrite was a lot more

polished, but expressed the same thoughts. I told her that was excellent

too, she had done a fine job. I took her hands and gently pulled her to

her feet, then put my arms around her and kissed her. It was awkward for

both of us, I had never noticed how much Carrie contributed to my

enjoyment of our kisses, by positioning her head to meet my lips.

I pulled back and looked at Carrie, and our eyes met. It was clear we

were thinking the exact same thing. I popped open the clasps and removed

her collar, then removed the disk covering her pussy and led her to the

bed. She lay down on her back and held her hands up to me. I undressed

and carefully crawled on top of her, my already stiff cock sliding into

her moist pussy. We fucked hard for a long time, looking into each

others eyes, smiling, laughing, kissing.

When we had both cum for the third time, I rolled off of Carrie onto my

back. "I hope you've learned your lesson," I said, breaking up in

laughter before I could finish the sentence. We both laughed hard, then

Carrie rolled on top of me.

Looking into my eyes, and cupping my face between her hands, she said,

"Listen, I want to do what you want me to do, always. I wasn't aware I

was trying to control you, but when you called me on it I realized

that's exactly what I was doing, more and more. You've always known that

my submission to you is in conflict with my basic personality. I promise

I'll redouble my efforts to be submissive. And the next time you catch

me trying to control you, take me downstairs and use the crop on me."

"Ok, I will," I said. We kissed for awhile, then I held her in my arms.

After a time I asked, "Did you really hate the collar?"

"No. It's a little too high, it cuts into my jaw. Maybe we could get one

that's a little narrower. The collar made me feel the way we both want

me to feel, what I hated was the tension that was between us while I was

wearing it." Looking at me, she said, "You hated it too." I nodded as

she continued. "We don't need that shit between us, do we? I think we

can work these problems through and still maintain the comfort we feel

with one another."

"I agree," I said. "But God, you look hot in that collar. I had a boner

all the time you were wearing it." She laughed and said she could tell,

that was sort of a distraction from the idea that she was being

punished. We both laughed, and I put my arms around her and hugged her

tight.

After another few minutes, I rolled Carrie off of me and dragged her out

of bed. I said it was time to shower, then I would make her hair and

face even more beautiful than they were now, then we would get dressed

and go to our wedding. As I was dragging her to the bathroom, she said

we should consummate the wedding one more time first. I reminded her of

her previous remark about me using the crop on her. She made a motion

with her hand like she was zipping her lips, and we both laughed again.

"I'm glad we're laughing together again," she said.

She sat quietly at her dressing table, her back to the mirror, while I

brushed her hair and applied her makeup. When I pronouced her perfect,

she spun around to examine the results. She looked at herself

critically, then looked up at me in the mirror, smiled, and nodded her

head. I dressed her in her high heels and her sheer, sexy gown. Then

stood back and admired the results "You like?" she asked.

"I definitely like," I replied. She held up a finger, then retrieved the

collar from where I had dropped it on the floor.

"Let's see if this adds or subtracts from the effect," she said, handing

the collar to me. I smiled and slipped it over her neck, making sure her

hair was out of the way. I snapped the clasped to lock it on her neck,

then stepped back and looked again. I got another raging boner.

"Well," I said, looking down at my stiff cock, "I think my opinion is

obvious, see what you think." Carrie walked to the full length mirror

and studied herself. She tried to look at herself from the side, but of

course the collar wouldn't allow that. I held up a hand mirror so she

could check her side view.

"It's not so much the look," she said. Then she looked at my cock,

smiled, and added, "at least, not for me. For me, it's how it makes me

feel. I'm constantly aware that you're controlling me, even when you're

not touching me or commanding me. It's a powerful feeling, I like it."

"Ok, you're dressed and ready, now see if you can help me get some pants

on over this boner."

She laughed. "Are you sure you wouldn't like me to relieve that problem

for you?"

"What, sex before marriage? Never! Besides, I'd mess up your perfect

makeup. I'll survive until the honeymoon, now help me into my tux,

please."