I got dressed, then Carrie took me to her dresser and combed my hair. We

walked up to the floor length mirror arm in arm. "Quite a couple,"

Carrie said, "but something's missing, unless Master has changed his

mind about me wearing my disk."

"Haven't changed my mind, my love, I just forgot." I fetched the disk

from the table, and Carrie held up the front of her dress while I

attached it to her rings. I stood up and kissed her lightly on the lips,

then took her hands in mine. "Carrie, when you're on the punishment

platform, after I've flogged you, I'm going to be a rougher on you than

I was the first time. The reason is that I want you to remember the

problems we've had recently, and to understand that I'm willing to go as

far as necessary to correct your behavior. Do you understand and accept

that?"

She smiled at me. "Yes, Master, I will happily accept whatever

punishment you decide is necessary." She squeezed my hands, and added,

"I want to do better, make me understand how badly you will punish me if

I don't show improvement." I kissed her again, and said it was time.

I removed Carrie's wedding band and put it in my pocket, then removed my

ring and handed it to her. We would exchange them again downstairs. Then

I grabbed the camera, put in a new tape, and we went downstairs.

When we started down the stairs, Carrie asked me to hold onto her,

because she didn't feel safe going downstairs with her collar, high

heels, and a floor length gown. I gave her the camera, put an arm around

her waist, and took her hand with my free hand. We made it downstairs

without incident.

I set up the camera on a tripod, so we could cover all of the areas we

needed to film just my panning the camera. We had decided where to stand

for our vows, and I pointed the camera there first. Carrie walked all

the way to the other end of the room, then I started the camera as she

began slowly walking back. As she took her position, I entered the scene

from the side and joined her. We joined hands and kissed tenderly, then

Carrie began her vows.

Carrie looked me in the eyes steadily while she spoke. But she didn't

just say the words, it was as if she was telling me her most intimate

thoughts. I was touched by the sincerity and the depth of emotion whe

was putting into the vows. As she was finishing, tears started running

down my cheeks. She squeezed my hand and smiled at me, her eyes never

left mine.

When I had recovered sufficiently from the emotional impact of Carrie's

vows, I began saying mine. I simply concentrated on saying the words

Carrie had written for me without sounding forced or rehearsed. I

couldn't compete with her delivery, and didn't want to try. I must not

have done too poorly, because Carrie was crying softly when I finished.

We exchanged rings and kissed each other passionately, and the first

part of the ceremony was completed. To begin the second part, I walked

around the camera and panned it to follow Carrie as she walked to the

punishment stage and took her position. I followed her to the stage,

stood in front of her, and commanded her to strip. She kicked off her

shoes, then reached behind her neck, released the fastener holding up

her halter top, and let the gown slide down her body to the floor. She

stepped out of the gown, then took her position for her flogging.

Carrie spread her arms upward at 45 degree angles, and I helped her

reach the ropes she would hold with her hands. She then spread her legs

until she was forced to stand on the balls of her feet. I picked up the

flog and asked her if she was ready to demonstrate her obedience and

submission to her Master. She answered in a clear, loud voice that she

was eager and willing to do so, and smiled at me.

I picked up the flog, ran it lightly down her back, over her ass, and

down her thighs. Then I began flogging her shoulders. I could see her

face reflected in the mirrored wall, and she was still smiling. As I

slowly worked my way down her back, I first noticed that her breathing

had become shallow and faster. By the time I reached her waist, she was

no longer smiling, and a few tears had run down her cheeks.

As the flogging moved over her ass, she lost it for a moment and began

sobbing loudly. But then she drew on her reserves of strength and

stopped making any sounds other than the panting of her rapid breathing.

She was still under control as I finished flogging the back of her

thighs. I walked around to face her, and told her the flogging was half

completed. She thanked me and asked me to flog the front of her body as

I had flogged her back. She knew she would still have to endure the

crop, but she didn't know how severely I was going to apply it.

I began flogging her upper chest, just below the collar. She maintained

her poise until I reached her nipples, when the tears started to flow.

She was murmuring, "Oh, oh, oh," quietly, each "oh" another blow from

the flog. Finally the flogging passed below her breasts, and she

regained some strength and became quiet again.

Carrie didn't make any more sounds as I progressed over her belly and

down her legs. I was very careful not to strike her pussy with the flog.

Finally I announced that the flogging was complete. She thanked me in a

hoarse, trembling voice, and asked me to please mark her body with the

crop. I said her wish would be granted, and went to get the crop.

Standing in front of Carrie, I showed her the crop I was holding. She

gave me a weak smile and nodded as much as the collar would let her. I

struck her quickly, two blows on each breast, one above the nipple and

one across the nipple. She cried out and her body slumped. I was afraid

whe would let go of the ropes, but she held on. She was gasping and

sobbing, but through all of that she thanked me again. "Unfortunately

we're not finished," I told her. I quickly gave her two more blows

across the front of her thighs, then moved behind her and gave the same

treatment to the back of her thighs. She wailed, and began sobbing so

hard she was having difficulty breathing, but after a few moments she

weakly thanked me again.

I examined the marks I had made on her, they were now quite red, but I

had not broken her skin. By tomorrow they would be faded but still

visible. Within a few days the tenderness would almost be gone. Carrie

had her eyes squeezed tightly shut. I told her to look at me, and she

opened her red, teary eyes. I said, "I need to strike you one last time,

Carrie, and this will be your reminder that you need to modify your

behavior as we have discussed. Are you ready?"

Looking into my eyes, she said, "Yes, Master, your Slave is ready to

accept its lesson." I took the crop back to its place on the wall, chose

a bamboo cane, and returned to Carrie. I positioned myself beside her,

swung the cane very hard, and hit her right in the center of her ass,

across both cheeks. She shrieked, let go of the ropes, and fell to her

hands and knees. It took her a few seconds before she could inhale, then

she started panting hard. when she had enough breath to speak, she began

saying, "Oh, God, oh, God," over and over.

I looked at her ass, and saw the blood red band across her cheeks where

the cane had broken capillaries under her skin. She was going to have

trouble sitting for days, and her ass would bear the mark I had given

her for weeks. I went and turned the camera off, then returned and sat

cross-legged beside Carrie. After several minutes she was still sobbing,

but she picked up one hand from the floor and held it out. I took her

hand in mine and asked her if she could ever forgive me. In a weak,

sobbing voice, she said, "There's nothing to forgive, Master, you did

what needed doing. I just wasn't prepared for that level of pain, I've

never had anything hurt that much."

"Can you stand up?" I asked her. She asked if I could give her a few

minutes, and help her lay over on her side. "No, Carrie," I said, "you

need to stand up and walk to the couch now. Then you can lay down on

your side and I'll put some damp cloths on you to ease the pain." She

didn't answer, so I stood up. "I know it hurts," I told her, "but your

Master wants you to obey him and stand up now." She took a deep breath

and came up off of her hands. I took her hands in mine and gently pulled

her up onto her feet.

She stood shakily, her eyes downcast. I asked her if she would look up

at me, and she said, "Please, not yet." I told her it was Ok, but she

had to walk to the couch now. I took one of her hands in mine and told

her I would help, and she started walking. She was wobbly, but she soon

made it to the couch. She whimpered as I eased her down on her side.

I removed her collar and shoes, then tried to leave her side and get

some damp towels to drape over her, but she held onto my hand. I knelt

beside her to see what she wanted. "I can't look at you yet," she said

with her eyes closed, "but I want to thank you, and tell you that you

did the right thing, and that I love you."

She let me leave her then, and I quickly returned with two damp towels.

I draped one over her ass and thighs, and pressed the other one lightly

against her breasts. She sighed and said that felt good. I knelt by her

again and asked her why she couldn't look at me. I had assumed that she

meant she was still too angry to see my face, but I was wrong. "I can't

look at you because I'm not worthy to look at your face. I keep thinking

I can't feel more submissive, more unworthy to be with you, and you keep

showing me that I can. At times I feel overwhelmed at my worthlessness

in your sight."

I took her hand in mine. "You are not worthless, you're priceless. Don't

you know how much I love you and how lucky I feel to be with you? I

really need you to look at me now, because I need to tell you something

very important." I touched her face with my other hand, and she briefly

opened her eyes and met my gaze, then quickly looked away. "Carrie, look

at me now, please," I said gently. She sighed and looked at me.

"I know you're in terrible pain. And I feel like shit because I caused

it. I need to know that you understand now, that I have the will to

punish you if I have to. And I need your assurance that I will never

have to do this again."

She squeezed my hand harder, but remained quiet. I decided to wait for

her, and after a few minutes she took a deep breath and spoke. "This was

a long time coming. I know you've been reluctant to punish me, even

though you should have done it many times. I'm also sorry that I failed

you, because you wanted to train me without punishment, and I've made

that impossible. I can't promise you that you'll never have to do this

again. But I can tell you that I don't ever want to have it done to me

again, and I will do my very best to obey you in all things.

I put a pillow under her head, then sat beside her and held her hand

Every time she tried to look away, I made her look into my eyes again.

Eventually her sniffles and occasional sobs faded away. I told her I

would be right back, then went upstairs to the mural room and fetched

her bondage belt and manacles. Returning, I put the manacles on her

wrists and ankles. I asked her to please stand up, and she slowly got to

her feet, being careful not to let her ass touch the couch. When she was

able to stand withour holding onto me, I fastened the belt around her

waist.

"Carrie, please go to the rails, I'm going to butt fuck you now," I told

her. She looked up at me sharply, then quickly lowered her eyes. "Yes,

Master," she answered meekly as she started walking slowly to the rails.

By the time we got to the rails, Carrie was shaking. She probably

thought I was going to flog her sore ass before fucking her. I told her

not to worry, I wouldn't do that. But I warned her that I was going to

fuck her hard, and I would undoubtedly contact the sore area of her ass

with my body. "Yes, Master, my body is yours to use as you please," she

said.

After attaching her to the rails and the floor in the proper position, I

walked behind her and told her to look up and watch her face until told

otherwise. She looked up, and I could still see a lot of pain in her

eyes. I ran my palms lightly over her ass to gage her response. She

gasped and squeezed her eyes together tightly.

"Carrie," I said softly, "I'm going to begin fucking you now. Whenever I

tell you to cum, I expect that you will obey me immediately, is that

clear?"

She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Yes, Master," she said, "your

slave will always do her best to obey her Master."

"That's my good girl," I told her. I put some lubricating jelly on my

cock and gently pushed it into her ass. She sighed and gave me a faint

smile. I began slowly stroking, and she continued smiling. After a

minute I began fucking her harder, and eventually my body contacted her

ass. At that point she gasped and squeezed her eyes together. "Keep your

eyes open and keep looking at your face, Carrie," I told her. "I know

you're hurting, but I expect your obedience in spite of the pain."

She opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and gave me another weak smile.

"Yes Master," she said, "I'm sorry I'm so weak."

"You're not weak, Carrie, you're very strong," I told her. "Now, I would

like you to cum for me please." Within a few seconds, she came, then her

smile widened. She was pleased that she had been able to obey my

command. "That's my beautiful, sexy Slave," I told her.

I continued fucking her moderately hard for nearly 15 minutes. Whenever

I would see her wince or close her eyes tightly, I would tell her to

cum, and she always obeyed. She had cum 10 times by the time I was

ready. As I felt my orgasm building, I told her to cum until she felt me

cum inside her. When we came together, she actually gave me a short

laugh. "I still hurt like hell, but God, that felt good," she told me.

I moved around to her side, then ducked under one of her outstretched

arms and stood in front of her face. "You may clean me off and then suck

my cock, Carrie," I told her. As I moved closer to her, she tenderly

kissed the head of my cock, then took it into her mouth and began

cleaning it. Soon she had me rock hard again, then she proceeded to give

me a great blowjob. Twice I pushed my cock down her throat and held it

there, telling her to cum. Then, when her orgasm began to subside, I

pulled out of her throat and let her continue working on me. It took her

nearly 20 minutes to bring me to another orgasm, and she came at the

same time without having to be told. She held my cock in her mouth and

continued to tenderly clean me until I was limp. As I withdrew, she

kissed my cock again.

I released Carrie from the bars. I told her I was going to put her in

her Slave bed for some special treatment, which caused her eyes to

brighten. I told her she might be in the bed for quite a while, and

asked her if she wanted some water and to use the toilet first. She said

yes to both, so we walked slowly to the toilet area, our arms around

each other.

Carrie had trouble kneeling to drink, because it caused the skin of her

ass to tighten, causing her more pain. Finally she was able to get into

position, and she then took four discharges of water. I helped her up,

then helped her ease herself onto the toilet. When she was installed on

the toilet, hanging from the brackets under her arms, she said it was a

good she didn't have to actually sit down. Then, when I helped her to

squat over the bidet, she sighed when the cold water splashed onto her

ass. I held her there until she nodded that she was ready to stand up.

She smiled, and said she never really appreciated that cold water bidet

until now.

As we slowly walked back toward her Slave bed, Carrie asked me if

"special" meant what she thought it meant. I acted dumb, saying I had no

idea what she thought it meant. She looked at me and said, "It means

you're going to fist fuck me, right?" I told her that was a crude way to

state it, but she was correct. She smiled, "I've wanted that again ever

since the first time you did it," she said.

"This time," I told her, "you'll open more for your Master than you were

able to the first time. Eventually, you will open enough to let me get

my whole hand into your womb. Today, we'll try for three or four

fingers." She said she didn't know if she could do that. "Of course you

can, Carrie. You opened on command the first time, and let me get a

finger beyond your cervix into your uterus. You'll learn to open as much

as I need you to, whenever I ask. We'll be doing this on a regular basis

from now on."

"Yes, Master, whatever you wish," she said. "But Master, it scares me to

have you so far inside me, I don't understand why you want us to do

that."

"I told you, Carrie, it's another form of sexual sharing and intimacy

between us. Granting your Master entry to your womb is another form of

submission that I require from my Slave. Don't worry, just obey your

Master."

Carrie was quiet after that. When we reached her Slave bed, I backed her

up to the entry position and locked her ankles and belt to the bed.

Fetching her posture collar, I put it around her neck and snapped it

closed. After tilting her back, I fastened the straps at her knees and

across her breasts. She winced when I gently tugged her breasts by the

nipples, but she didn't complain. I strapped her forehead to the head

rest, then attached ropes to her wrist bonds and pulled her arms

downward and secured them. Standing at her shoulders, I bent down and

kissed her. She returned my kiss passionately.

I played with her nipples awhile, until she was starting to breathe

faster. "Are you getting excited?" I asked her. She said that she was.

"Are you ready to open for your Master?" She said she would do her best,

but it scared her that I wanted to penetrate past her cervix. "I don't

mind you being afraid, as long as you obey," I told her. She said she

would obey.

After removing her disk, I fetched the tube of lubricating jelly from

the rail area. I put a generous blob of it on her labia and began

working it into her pussy, at the same time coating my fingers with it.

I began easing my fingers into her, trying to squeeze them together into

a more-or-less cylindrical shape. It was no time before I had all four

fingers in her up to the last joint. I told her she was much more open

to me than she had been before, and told her I would pause before

penetrating her further, giving her time to open further to me.

I moved my fingers in and out of her pussy, rotating my hand at the

wrist. Carrie was silent, so I told her to talk to me and tell me what

she was feeling and thinking. She said she was afraid I would stretch

her pussy so that it was too big for my cock, and then I wouldn't want

to fuck her any more. I reminded her that a child had passed through her

pussy, and it was still perfect for me, my hand wasn't going to do her

any harm. She thanked me, and said she should have thought of that.

I told her it was time for me to ease my hand past her labia. She took a

deep breath, and said she was ready. "Just relax, and concentrate on

opening for your Master," I told her. With my thumb tucked as tightly as

possible in my palm, I began carefully pushing my hand into her,

rotating my wrist back and forth at the same time. I kept repeating her

mantra to her, "Open, open, open." In no time at all, I was in her up to

my wrist. "How do you feel, Carrie? Are you in any pain?"

"I feel very full, Master," she said, "but it doesn't hurt at all."

"Would you like to cum now, Carrie?" I asked her.

"If you wish it, Master."

"No, Carrie," I said, "this time it's up to you." She came, and again I

experienced it much more intimately than when my cock was in her. When

her orgasm had subsided, I began slowly burrowing deeper, and soon my

finger contacted her cervix. I felt her muscles tighten when my fingers

first pressed against her womb's portal. "You must open for your Master,

Carrie," I said gently.

"Oh God," she said, "this is so terrifying. Can't we stop here, Master?"

"Are you disobeying your Master, so soon after you experienced a small

sample of the consequences of disobedience, Carrie?"

"No, Master, I will obey," she said. I felt her muscles starting to

relax, but I didn't want to force my way in and add to her fear. I held

my hand still, and again chanted her mantra, "Open, open, open," over

and over. I felt her cervix begin to dilate, and I eased my middle

finger through the opening. It was a snug fit. "More, Carrie, open

more," I told her.

I could feel her trembling. I started making small movements and

rotations with my hand, but still not trying to force my way into her.

Finally I felt her cervix relax, and she said "Master, I'm open for

you." I pushed forward, and my whole hand slid easily into her uterus.

She began very softly repeating, "Oh, oh, oh," as her breathing came in

short gasps.

"You've done it, Carrie," I told her, "you're completely open to your

Master. I'm very proud of you. I looked down, and it surprised me that

half of my forearm was inside Carrie. "Are you in any pain, Carrie?" I

asked.

"The opening to my pussy feel overstretched, but other than that I just

feel very filled," she said. Then she asked, "What now?"

"Now I'm going to carefully explore your womb with my fingertips," I

told her. "I want to experience the place where you will carry our child

for nine months."

She didn't say anything for several moments. Then she said, "That's not

funny. You know I can't have children, if you're trying to tease me,

please stop it, I hate it."

"I'm not trying to tease you, Carrie," I said. "I've seen more medical

reports on you than you have, and I know it's very unlikely, but not

impossible, that you can conceive and carry a child to term. But I want

you to have my child, or my children, and I believe it will eventually

happen. We're not ready for it to happen now. But in a matter of years,

when we're both ready, I believe it will happen."

She was quiet for a long time, as I carefully and lightly traced my

fingertips over the walls of her uterus. When she spoke, she was crying.

"I don't know what to say. You've touched my emotions as deeply as

you're touching my body. I had no idea, I never dreamed you would ever

think about us having children. Can we please talk about this some more,

if that's acceptable, Master?"

"We'll talk it out until there's no more to be said, my wonderful wife.

Years from now, we will have integrated Master and Slave, husband and

wife, and partners into our personalities. We won't need flogs and crops

and bondage gear to help us act out roles, we'll be those people. Then

we'll be free to live like other people live, and we can try to make a

family."

We were both silent after that. I knew I had opened a big can of worms.

But it was what I felt, so I said it. Perhaps it would have been better

for Carrie if I had kept quiet. She was confused enough, about a lot of

things, and this might cause her problems. We'd just have to deal with

them.

Carrie's body was still and her breathing was regular. Finally I asked

her if she was Ok. She said she was just trying to live this experience

as fully as possible. She said she was remembering how her child felt in

her womb when it first started moving, and comparing that to the

sensations she was receiving from my movements inside her. Then she

choked and sobbed, and said she was afraid she was losing it, she was

overcome by her emotions and didn't think she could stay with me for

much longer. I told her I would withdraw from her as quickly as I could,

then we would have all the time we needed to adjust to all that happened

today.

Slowly and carefully, I pulled my hand from her uterus. As I cleared her

cervix, I felt it smoothly close. Soon I was out of her, and I

immediately moved up to her head and looked at her face. Tears were

running down her cheeks into her ears, and she was smiling up at me. "I

knew you loved me, but I thought you loved me like a pet. This is all

too wonderful, I don't know what to say, I don't know ... I'm so

confused."

"We have all the time in the world to figure it out," I said. I kissed

her, then quickly extracted her from the bed. As soon as she was free

she threw her arms around my neck and began sobbing. I put my arms

around her waist and told her everything would be all right. Through her

sobs she told me that everything was all right, because I loved her.

When Carrie had calmed down somewhat, I gathered up her disk, gown and

shoes, and the parts of my tux I had discarded, then we went upstairs

together. As I was removing her bonds in the mural room, I told her that

I knew she was going to be in pain for many days, but part of her lesson

was that from now on we would not make any accommodation to her because

of her pain. When it was appropriate for her to sit or lie on her back,

she would do it. If I wanted to caress or pat her ass, or even spank

her, I would do it. Her pain was hers to deal with, and I didn't expect

to see any visual indications of it. I asked her if she understood. She

stood up straight, looked me in the eyes, and said, "Yes, I do

understand, and it will be exactly as you wish."