I asked Carrie if she needed a bathroom break. She didn't, but I did.

After stripping, I sat down on the toilet. She knelt at my feet, took

both of my hands in hers, and looked up at me, smiling. When I was done

she rose and continued holding my hands as I moved to the bidet. As I

squatted, she looked down at me and smiled, then she let go of my hands

to take a towel and dry me off.

We moved to the bedroom, and I dressed Carrie again in her sheer gown

and heels. I stood back to admire her in the floor length halter top

gown. She was beautiful in that dress, but the posture collar added such

an erotic effect that I was immediately aroused. She smiled as my cock

rose to point at her. "Don't point that at me unless you intend to use

it, Partner," she said, in a bad imitation of a western movie cowboy.

"Later," I told her. I looked at the clock, and it was 2:30. I was

surprised, it seemed like we had been downstairs longer than that. I

told carrie to go to the kitchen and prepare us a salad and open a

bottle of wine. I dressed and then went to join her.

As I entered the kitchen behind Carrie, I could clearly see the thick

red stripe across the center of her ass. I almost asked her about her

pain, but decided not to bring it up. I pressed my body against her,

wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed her on her back, just below

the collar. She moved one hand up and put her palm against the side of

my face. I was pressed lightly against her ass, and I was sure it hurt,

but she gave no signs of pain.

When I released Carrie, she turned, kissed me on the lips, then handed

me my glass of wine. I held up my glass and said, "To us and our future

family."

"Oh God," she said, "you make me weak in my knees. You've overwhelmed me

in many ways today, I'm having a hard time dealing with all of it."

I said, "Hey, I'm talking about events in our future, several years from

now, not tomorrow or next week. We'll start talking about it while we

eat, and we won't stop talking about it until everything is resolved and

all questions are answered. If this isn't what you want, then we don't

..."

Before I could finish, she quickly put her palm over my mouth. "Don't

ever say that," she said, "it's exactly what I want, It's just more than

I had any right to hope for. It's perfect."

I held up my glass and waited. Carrie picked up her glass, clinked it

against mine, and said, "To us and our future family." We both sipped

our wine while looking into each others eyes.

I helped Carrie set the table, then held her chair. She gathered her

gown up in the back, then sat down hard on the chair, her eyes locked on

mine and a smile on her lips. She was determined to show me her

obedience, she completely hid the fact that she was in a lot of pain. I

pushed in her chair, kissed her on the lips, then untied and released

her halter top. "I need an unobstructed view while we eat," I said, then

kissed both of her nipples before taking my seat.

She began eating, still a little awkward in her collar, but now able to

maintain an upright posture. She started with a fork in her right hand

and her left hand resting, palm up, on her thigh. But within a minute or

two her left hand had moved to the table between us, still palm up. This

had happened many times, and I had become almost as adept at eating left

handed as right. I switched my fork to my left hand, and put my right

hand on hers. Not wasting any time, Carrie asked, "How will we do it?"

"That's what we need to decide together," I said. "I think it will take

us at least a year, possibly two, to work through the role playing phase

of our life together." She asked me what I meant. "Right now we are

acting our roles for each other. We need to get to a point where we are

living our lives together, when each of us knows what we are with

respect to our partner, and each of us has our needs met by our partner,

with no more need for bondage and punishment and role playing. I can't

explain it any better than that right now. But I know that we must be

living a more conventional lifestyle before we consider bringing a child

into the world."

"I see where you're going with that," Carrie said, "and I agree,

although I can't see how we'll get from here to there. I'll trust you to

steer our course. But I meant, how will I get pregnant?"

I laughed. "Well, I'll put my penis in your vagina and ejaculate..."

Carrie gave me a frown, so I got serious. "Look, I don't know how you'll

do it, maybe you can't do it. But how many women do you think can cum on

a moment's notice when they are told to, or synchronize their orgasms

with their partner's? And how many women do you think can achieve

conscious control over the opening of their cervix in two tries? I don't

know how you do it, but when we agree the time is right, if it's at all

possible, you will conceive my child." I held up a finger in warning,

and added, "But one thing you must not do, is try to conceive before we

agree the time is right. Do we agree on that?"

"Oh, yes Master. That's the one thing about all of this I totally

understand. We're definitely not ready for a child, and we won't be

ready for years, if ever."

"I disagree with your 'if ever', Carrie. But other than that, I think we

understand and agree on our long term goals. How we achieve them will be

a big challenge and a source of many more discussions. As I said, we

have all the time we need."

We had finished our late lunch. I got up and moved behind Carrie's

chair. I pulled up her halter and reattached it behind her neck, then

pulled out her chair. She walked up to me, pressed her body to mine, and

put her arms around my neck. "Ever since you came back to me, I've been

living for the moment, afraid to think about the future. Now you've

given me ... No, you've given both of us a long term goal. Thank you."

She kissed me tenderly, doing her best to position her lips the way I

like, in spite of the limited movement allowed by her collar.

We cleaned up our lunch, then I led Carrie by the hand to our bedroom.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to spank you," I told her as I arranged her

spanking chair in front of the mirror. This time I arranged it so she

would be facing away from the mirror, then I had her bend over the chair

back and grasp the seat with her hands. I pulled her gown up until her

ass was exposed, then retrieved the hand mirror from her dresser. "I

just wanted you to see this the way it looks to me, then we won't talk

of it again."

I handed her the mirror, and she positioned it so she could see her ass

reflected off both mirrors. Her jaw dropped. The welts were now a dark

red, with slight yellow and purple tinging at the edges. Over the next

few days the red would fade and be replaced by very ugly bruising, which

would eventually cover a much wider area than the thin band of the

welts. "Master, you have to let me cover my ass while it looks like

this," she said. "You shouldn't have to look at me like this, I'm ugly,

you'll hate me for looking like this."

I took the mirror from her and then pulled her into my arms. I took her

collar off, pushed her head down onto my shoulder, and held her tight.

She locked her arms around my waist and squeezed me. "You're not ugly,

Carrie, and I could never hate you," I told her. "I need to see you like

this, and you need to know I'm seeing you like this, so we won't let

this happen again. It breaks my heart to see your ravaged ass, and know

I did that to you. Please don't ever make me do that again."

She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "I promise, Master, I'll be

the best, most obedient, most submissive Slave I can possibly be. I hope

that will be good enough to satisfy my Master's requirements." I told

her it would be, then we shared a long, tender kiss.

When we broke from our kiss I said we wouldn't talk of that subject any

more, we needed to get on with our lives. I asked Carrie what she would

like to do for the rest of the afternoon: go for a walk, get in bed

together, or she could read to me some more. She said she would like to

read to me, and then go to bed with me.

We stopped in the kitchen to get the bottle of wine we opened at lunch,

then continued to the living room. I poured a glass of wine for us to

share while Carrie got "Treasure Island" from the bookshelf. When she

returned to the couch, I told her she could kneel if she wanted to. She

gave me a big smile, and said, "No, Master, I'd rather sit beside you. I

remember your hand on my thigh while I read to you before. I liked that

very much." I told her Ok, thinking this was really going to be painful

for her.

I held the book while Carrie bunched up her gown in the back and sat on

the couch. Like at lunch, she looked into my eyes and smiled as she sat,

giving no hint of the pain she must have felt. I sat beside her, our

bodies in contact. She looked down at my hands as I pulled up and

arranged her gown so that her legs were bared to the tops of her thighs.

I offered her a sip of wine, which she took, then handed her the book. I

leaned my head on the back of the couch and on her shoulder, and laid my

hand on her leg, with my fingers resting lightly on her inner thigh. She

sighed, then opened the book and began reading from where she left off.

Starting with Carrie's request to be taken outside last night (how could

that have been less than 24 hours ago, so much has happened) there had

been a lot of tension in our relationship, to say the least. Granted,

Carrie bore the brunt of it, the physically painful part. But I had felt

a lot of stress, too. To be sitting here now, listening to the woman I

loved read a children's book to me with the voice of an angel, was such

a relief. I thought back to the first time she had read to me, when an

hour flew by like mere minutes. It was the most relaxing experience of

my life, and she was repeating that experience for me now. I never

wanted it to end.

I hadn't moved a muscle since Carrie began reading, yet I was intensly

focused on her voice. Every word she read seemed to burn itself into my

brain. It could have been the phone book rather than "Treasure Island",

it would have had the same effect. Then, gradually, an idea crept into

my mind that Carrie's voice was getting hoarse, and she had cleared her

throat or coughed several times. I picked up the wine glass and offered

it to her. She smiled at me, thanked me, and took the glass. After

taking a big sip, she handed the glass back to me, and I drained it.

"How am I doing?" she asked.

"I'm in heaven, I would marry you just for your reading skills, and yet

there's so much more."

She laughed softly, then looked down at my hand on her thigh. "You could

move your hand a little higher," she said. I slid my hand up until I was

in contact with her vulva. She sighed, then said, "You could take hold

of something." I gently took one of her outer labia between my thumb and

fingers and began massaging and rubbing it and playing with her rings.

She sighed again, then closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the

couch. "My owner has reclaimed his property," she said.

I let go of her and reached around to undo her halter top. She leaned

forward while I pulled her gown up and over her head. When she was

sitting naked, I spun around on the couch and lay down facing her, with

my head in her lap. "Your owner never gave up his property, it's mine

for life," I said, looking up at her. She looked down at me and ran her

fingers through my hair. I said, "That's enough reading for tonight,"

and moved my head forward until I could reach her pussy with my lips.

She spread her legs a little more, and I began kissing her and nibbling

on her labia and clit. I reached up and began caressing her breasts and

rubbing her nipples. To reciprocate, Carrie extended her hand to my

crotch, and began rubbing my cock through my pants.

We continued giving each other pleasure for many long minutes, then

finally Carrie said it was time to move to the bedroom. I said that was

a good idea, but I wanted her to cum for me first, then I bit down

softly on her clit. She came hard, the fluid gushing out of her pussy

and covering the lower part of my face. I let go of her long enough to

say, "Lucky this is a leather couch, you just let loose a minor flood

down here."

She looked down and smiled. "Looks like not all of it is on the couch,"

she said, "I'll get a towel and clean you up."

"No," I said, "you stay right where you are." I ran to the laundry room,

which was closer than our bathroom, and returned with a towel. I had

already cleaned my face off, so I gently pushed the towel between

Carrie's legs. "Stand up, and I'll wipe off the couch," I said.

Carrie had forgotten how tender her ass was, and she cringed as her skin

stuck to the leather couch. She looked horrified that she had broken my

command to hide her suffering, and hung her head to await her

punishment. I took her chin between my forefinger and thumb, and lifted

her head. Her eyes met mine, and I smiled and told her I loved her. With

considerable relief in her eyes, she said she loved me too, and this

wouldn't happen again. I kissed her, then wiped up her cum from the

couch.

With the towel and her gown in one hand, I put my other arm around

Carrie and we walked to the bedroom. After throwing the towel in the

bathroom hamper, I returned to Carrie and asked her if she needed to use

the toilet. She shook her head, so I stripped, jumped onto the bed on my

back, and held up my hands to her. She crawled onto the bed, straddled

me, and guided my cock into her pussy. Then she stretched out on top of

me and slid down to maximize the contact between my cock and her clit. I

asked if her nipples were too tender, and she smiled and shook her head.

"They ache for your touch," she said, as she raised her chest up so I

could get a grip on her nipples.

I wasn't watching the clock, but I'm sure we fucked slowly for half an

hour. Finally I told Carrie I was about to cum. "I know," she said.

"Don't worry, I'll be there with you." We came together, then smiled at

each other. When her shuddering had subsided, I asked her to move up so

we could kiss. She eased up to me and softly touched her lips to mine.

We kissed tenderly, then she moved her head back until our lips

separated, and said "I don't know what to say to you, to express how

much I love you and how much it means to be with you."

"Even after what I did to you today?" I asked her seriously. I was still

feeling guilty.

She reached a hand up and touched her fingers to my lips. "Yes, even

after that," she said. "And if you do it again, once or a thousand

times, I'll still feel the same. So you do what you have to do to

control your Slave. Never worry that it will change how much I adore

you."

"I never want to do it again," I said. "It hurts too much."

"I know it hurt you terribly," Carrie said. She gave me a wry grin, and

added "just not in the same way." Then she got serious again. "For that

reason, because I don't want cause you that much emotional pain again, I

will try my best to overcome my inner assertive self. But if I slip

again, you have to be strong for both of us. I will become the perfect

Slave you want and deserve, but I might need your help again to reach

our goal."

I kissed her again, and said, "I'll help you as much as you need, but I

hope and pray you don't need any more help like I gave you today."

We cuddled for awhile, then Carrie asked me to butt fuck her. I said I

would rather wait a few days before we did that again. "I thought we

weren't going to do that, accommodate my pain," Carrie said. She slid

off of me and got to her hands and knees beside me. "I'm ready, are

you?" she asked me with a smile.

"No, I'm not ready," I said, "I've hurt you enough today."

She put a hand over my heart. "But you haven't fucked me enough today. I

want it in the ass right now. Please, Master, we need to get on with our

lives."

"Unfair, using my own words against me," I said. Carrie sighed as I

positioned myself behind her and pushed my cock slowly into her ass. I

tried not to look at her ravaged ass, but I couldn't help it. I began

fucking her slowly, trying not to contact her ass. But she wasn't going

to put up with that.

"Faster, harder," she said. "I want to feel like I've been well-pounded

when we're done here."

"What the hell," I thought, "she wants it, I'll give it to her." I began

fucking her hard. I tried to be alert for signs that I was hurting her

more than she could stand, but all I heard from her was sighs and brief

words of encouragement. In about 15 minutes, Carrie came without

warning, and so did I. I made sure I wasn't contacting her ass any more,

and slowed my strokes until I grew limp. I pulled out of her and flopped

on the bed beside her.

She collapsed beside me. "That was wonderful, thank you, Master," she

said. I put an arm over her back, snuggled up to her, and kissed her.

"Let's rest awhile, Carrie," I said. She agreed, so I got off the bed

and went to the bathroom. After cleaning my cock, I returned with a

moistened towel and draped it across Carrie's ass. She gave me a stern

look. "This is exactly what we weren't going to do, Master," she said.

"Does it feel good?" I asked her. She smiled and nodded. "Then shut up."

I crawled back into bed beside her and lay on my side so I could look at

her face. She had a faraway look, like she was somewhere else mentally.

I asked her what she was thinking.

"I was remembering what it felt like to have your hand in my womb, and

wishing you would do it again. Like I said after the first time, if you

put your hand in me first thing every morning, you would have a

perfectly submissive slave for the rest of the day. It's such an intense

feeling of being dominated and owned. It's impossible to forget, the

feeling is with me all the time now."

"That's a special thing for us, we won't be doing it every day," I told

her. "We share the knowledge that you will open yourself completely for

your Master whenever he asks, and that knowledge strengthens the bonds

of intimacy between us. Do you agree?"

"I agree about the intimacy. I don't like the idea of only doing it

occasionally, I could become addicted to it. But you're the Master,

we'll do exactly what you decide we'll do." She reached over and kissed

me.

"Let's get out of bed, Carrie," I said, "I have a wedding present to

give you, and I need you dressed a certain way first." She immediately

wanted to know what it was, and why she had to be dressed before I would

give it to her. "All will be revealed in the fullness of time, let's use

the toilet and get started," I answered.

Even though she protested, I made Carrie hold on to me while she gently

lowered herself onto the toilet seat. When she was sitting and had

promised me that she wasn't in serious pain, I knelt and kissed her.

"What's the present?" she asked.

All I would tell her was that she would know what it was before the

evening was over. After we changed places, she knelt and took my hands.

"It's not fair," she said, smiling. "I can't even pout, or get angry and

threaten you, or anything, because you'd just order me to stop it. You

hold all the cards."

"Aw," I said in mock sympathy, "the poor Slave can't have her way. Ain't

it awful?" We both laughed, then kissed again.