I held Carrie close to me and we kissed tenderly until she was calm.

Finally I asked her, "Would you like to play back the car scene now?"

"If you don't mind, Master," she said, "I'm totally exhausted, not to

mention emotionally drained. Could we just take a quick shower and go to

bed? We can watch the movie tomorrow, when it's not so fresh in our

memories." I agreed, but said we should gather up the clothes and

bondage gear we had left in various rooms as the action unfolded.

When we got to the bedroom, Carrie was carrying all of the clothes she

wore at the start of the play. She said, "This is now my favorite

outfit, it's going to get an honored place in the closet." She took my

hand, and looked into my eyes. "I'll remember what you did for me

tonight every time I see these clothes. You're amazing, I love you." We

shared a tender kiss, then Carrie began hanginf up her clothes.

"Too bad the bra had to be ruined," I said, "maybe next time I can just

remove it without cutting the straps."

"Oh, no," she said. "The finality of cutting the straps is important.

When you did that I understood that my life was changing forever, there

were no choices left to me. It was like reliving the experience of

walking into that dark training room at the organization. The difference

this time was a voice in the back of my head. It told me to let go, hold

nothing back, live the experience totally, because I was safe and

protected by the man I love." She hugged me tight and kissed me hard,

then I saw that she was crying again. I held her until she took my hand

and led me to the bathroom.

When we got in bed, we lay on our sides, face to face. Carrie moved

closer until our bodies were in contact from chest to knees. I asked her

if she wanted to fuck. "If you wish, Master," she said, "But all I

really wanted was to get as close to you as possible."

"You've had a long, demanding weekend, haven't you?" I asked.

"It's been wonderful, Master. There was that one rough spot, but I would

gladly relive that any time you feel it's necessary. No, it was a good

weekend, made perfect by what you did for me tonight. It was a

wonderful, amazing wedding present. I'll never forget it, and I hope we

can do it again."

"We'll do it again," I said. "I hope I can do it better the next time.

It's too bad we can't get at least one other person to assist us. I know

it takes away from the sense of realism when every character you

encounter is me."

"I really hope you can work a whipping scene into the next version," she

said. After a pause, she added, "Not too severe, though, please."

"Actually, I was trying to think of how we could keep the story going

longer, maybe you could live the first 24 hours at the Chateau. You know

that O was subjected to quite a bit of pain during her first 24 hours.

How would you feel about that?"

Carrie gasped. "That's so hot!" she said. "It makes me horny all over

again thinking about that. Please do it, Master, no matter how much pain

you have to give me."

"If you're horny," I said, "what do you want to do about it, fuck, or

just cum?"

She kissed me tenderly on the lips. "You control me, tell me what to

do," she said.

I reached down and slid my cock into her pussy. "Cum," I told her. We

looked into each others eyes as she came, then we kissed again and held

each other. My cock was still inside her when I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up with Carrie kissing me. I could tell immediately that she was

very happy. "Good morning, Sleepyhead," she said. I asked her what time

it was, she answered that it was a few minutes past 6. I asked her why

she was so happy so early. "I've been lying her for 20 minutes, watching

you. I needed to ask you a question, so I decided to kiss you awake."

I gave her a big yawn, causing her to giggle. "What's the question that

couldn't wait until 7:00," I asked her.

"Well," she said, changing to a more serious tone, "I need to know

what's more than 'adore', but less than 'worship'?" I just looked at

her, then she laughed again. "Look," she said with a big grin. "I've

always loved you, even before I met you, because you're my one true

love, whom I was born to be with. But then, some days ago, love wasn't

good enough anymore, so I began adoring you. That felt better for

awhile, but now that's not good enough either. I tried worshiping you,

but you won't let me. So..." and she drew out the o's until she giggled

again, "as my Master and my controller, you have to give me a word to

describe how I feel about you that's more than 'adore' but less than

'worship'." As she finished, she nodded her head quickly down and back

up, as if saying "So there, I explained it."

"Have you been drinking while I slept?" I asked.

She vigorously shook her head and said she really needed to know. She

added that it would be so much simpler if I would let her worship me,

but since I wouldn't, I had to give her a word. "It's a rule," she said

with a big grin.

"It makes me feel good to see you 'up' like this," I said, "and I really

don't mind that you woke me up to have a little fun with me, but I think

you should go back to just loving me, as I love you. That's the simplest

solution to your problem."

"Is that a command, Master?"

"A Master controls how his Slave behaves, but not how the Slave thinks.

But here is my best advice to my Slave: If you love me, you will never

have reason to regret it. If you adore me or worship me, you are

reacting to an image of me that is only in your mind, it's not real, and

someday we will both regret it."

She was serious now. "I know what you said is right. But how should I

react, when you constantly surprise and delight me with your humor, your

intelligence, your imagination, and your ability to fuck me half to

death many times a day. Last night you kept me in stark terror and

exquisite sexual frustration for several hours, yet knew with absolute

certainty that nothing would happen to me that I didn't want to happen.

Everything about you just keeps getting more awe inspiring. How should I

react to that."

I sat up in bed and took her by the shoulders. "Ok, I'll tell you how to

react to that. Tell yourself, 'Lucky me, I'm with someone who's good

enough for me. I deserve the best, and here he is. And to top it off, he

loves me as much as I love him.'"

She just looked at me for several moments. Finally she smiled and said,

"Y'know, that actually makes sense. I'm going to work on that. I think

you're right, in the long run that attitude will work much better than

'adore' or 'worship'."

She gave me a tender kiss, and said, "See, I knew you could solve the

problem. Now, since we're both awake, I need to be fucked all over."

As I pushed her over onto her back and got in position to tongue her

pussy, I asked her how her ass felt. "That's what started me on this

'happy' kick," she said. "I woke up to find that my ass didn't ache any

more. It's still tender if I press on it, but not otherwise. You said it

would ache for days."

Pulling my face out of her snatch, I said, "I thought it would, but I

couldn't be happier to be wrong." Then I gave her an evil grin. "Does

that mean we can resume frequent spankings, starting this morning?"

"Gulp," she said. "Your Slave's answer is 'Whatever Master wishes'. I'm

praying right now that you also want to hear Carrie's answer."

"I always want Carrie's answer if it differs from my Slave's answer."

"Very well, Master, Carrie says we should wait a few days."

"Carrie's right," I said, "now leave me alone while I eat breakfast. I

pushed my face back into her pussy and went to work on her clit."

"Bon appetit, Master," she said. "If you feel you need a break, I could

use some breakfast myself."

I stopped, crawled up beside her, and flopped over on my back. As I

wadded up a pillow and put it under my head, I said, "No reason we can't

both eat at the same time, hop on." Carrie giggled, then carefully

straddled my head with her legs. As she lowered her pussy to my mouth,

she engulfed my cock with her mouth.

I didn't know Philip had come into the bedroom until Carrie released my

cock and said good morning to him. She told him we would be ready for

breakfast at 8:30. I thought it was time to pay Carrie back for

demonstrating her control over me with a blowjob, so I intensified my

efforts to get a moan out of her.

I heard Philip say that we had received some parcels. He must have been

walking to the table to lay them down when I extracted and "Oh, God!"

from Carrie. I couldn't see Philip, her leg blocked my view, but I

almost laughed out loud imagining what his expression must be. He

stammered a second, and then said he had to be away for a few days on

urgent business. Carrie interrupted him, saying, "I'm coming, I'm

coming. Sit down, Philip, we'll talk in a minute. Oh, shit!" Philip said

he would wait outside, and I heard the door close a few seconds after

Carrie and I began massive orgasm.

When she was back in control and had cleaned me off, she said, "You

bastard," and bit me gently on the head of my cock. She crawled off of

me, and I began laughing, while I wiped her off of my face. "We're even

now, we've both grossed Philip out," I said, still laughing. She smiled,

and said, "Poor Philip."

I let Carrie put on her bathrobe, and I wrapped a towel around myself,

and we went out to talk to Philip. We both apologized for being so rude,

and he said it wasn't a problem. Obviously uncomfortable, he said that

he didn't like watching Carrie have sex, but he was happy knowing that

she had found someone to have so much joyful sex with. I thought that

was a really cool and liberated thing for him to say. I smiled and put

my arm around Carrie.

Carrie asked Philip when he had to leave, and he said right now. He said

he wouldn't be back until Wednesday or Thursday. I asked him if there

was anything we could do. He gave me a serious look, and told me to be

alert and be cautious. He said Beverly would be at their house, and she

could reach him in an emergency. I wanted to ask him if his trip was

personal or something to do with Carrie and the organization, but I

decided not to put him on the spot. If he didn't volunteer the

information when he returned, I would ask him then.

When Philip was gone, Carrie turned to me. "We have the house to

ourselves for two or three more days, Master, may I strip?" I told her I

would like very much for her to strip, and so she did. We went to the

bathroom and performed our toilet ritual, then brushed one another's

teeth.

"Let's go to the kitchen, where I will make you an unhealthy breakfast,

then we'll think of how to spend our day," I said. She asked if she

could lead the way, and I nodded. She took me by the cock and pulled me

to the kitchen. After assembling the ingredients, I began cooking

breakfast. Carrie tried to kneel in front of me and blow me, but I

shooed her away so she wouldn't get any grease spatters on her from the

frying bacon. I told her to go sit on her spanking stool and wait. She

grumbled as she went to sit down. When she got to the stool, she asked

permission to sit while naked. I said that was a good point, she should

kneel on the floor instead of sitting.

I asked Carrie how she liked eating dinner last night while fingers and

thumbs were probing her ass and pussy. She said she wanted to skip the

eating and just concentrate on the reaming she was getting, but Pierre

wouldn't let her. It added to her level of frustration that I made her

eat until she had cleaned her plate. "Perfect," I said. "You said I kept

you in 'exquisite sexual frustration' for a few hours last night. How

would you like to be kept that way at times today?"

She frowned, then said, "Anything you wish, Master."

"Yes, anything I wish, you will do; but I'm asking your opinion. You

almost came last night, if I hadn't jerked you up by your collar, you

probably would have cum. You need more practice in dealing with sexual

frustration. I think it would improve your training. Do you agree, or

disagree?"

She was silent for a long moment, then she looked up at me. "You're

right, Master, I was close to losing it last night. But you hadn't

commanded me not to cum, Pierre had. I was curious what would happen to

me if I disobeyed him. But when he jerked me up by the collar and

threatened me, it scared the shit out of me, I had no further desire to

mess with Pierre. If I had been commanded not to cum by my Master, that

would have been altogether different. There would have been no question

of disobedience."

I walked over to Carrie and gently pulled her to her feet by her

nipples. "We're not acting out a story now, Carrie, we're living our

lives. You are not under any threat of beating or whipping. You will

obey your Master, not out of fear of punishment, but because you have

sworn to obey me in all things. Your Master requests that you not cum,

and that you not touch any part of your body with your hands, until you

are given permission. That means that if your nose itches, you will ask

your master to scratch it for you, you will not touch yourself in any

way. Do you understand?"

She lowered her eyes and said she understood. I put my hand under her

chin and raised her head, then told her to look at me and tell me she

understood. She looked into my eyes and said, "I understand what you

require of me Master. I will do my best to obey."

"Your best has always been good enough, Carrie," I said, "I'm sure it

will be good enough today." Returning to the stove, I partitioned our

breakfast onto two plates. I took a moment to make sure Carrie's food

was broken into bite-sized pieces, then took the plates into the dining

room. I put my plate on the table, then put Carrie's plate on the floor

to the left of my chair. Returning to the kitchen, I poured a cup of

coffee, then took Carrie by the arm and led her to the dining room. I

had her kneel beside my chair, then I sat down. I offered her a sip from

the coffee cup, then told her to bend down and eat her breakfast. She

bent over and lowered her face to her plate, with her arms on the floor

at her side. Her hands were right beside her feet, palms up.

As soon as Carrie bent over and took the first bite of her breakfast, I

penetrated her ass and pussy with the thumb and three fingers of my left

hand, and began burrowing into her. She immediately spread her legs

wider to allow me easy access. "I'm sorry, Master," she said with a

mouth full of food, "I should have anticipated that you'd want access to

my cunt."

"That's Ok, Carrie, you corrected yourself very well." With my right

hand, I picked up my fork and began eating breakfast. I had her making

noise, groaning and whimpering, within a few minutes. I watched her

carefully, and kept urging her to continue eating her breakfast. When

she had eaten about half of her food, I pulled out of her and told her

to straighten up. When she raised her head I saw that she was taking

short, shallow breaths. "Master, I can't take this all day, I'm already

going out of my mind," she said quietly.

"You can stand 5 vibrators, but my fingers have you drooling in minutes.

Are you playing a game with me, Carrie?"

"Oh, no, Master. I can't resist your touch precisely because it's YOUR

touch. When you touch me, my body screams that it wants to cum.

Vibrators are nothing in comparison." I didn't know how to respond to

that, but I decided she had just drastically shortened the amount of

time I would keep her frustrated today.

I handed her the coffee and told her to take a sip. She drained the cup,

then handed it back to me. I reached across with my right hand and began

rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "Oh, God," she said.

I asked her to kiss me, and when I bent down to her she pressed her

mouth to mine hungrily. I pulled away and told her I wanted a tender,

loving kiss. She gave it to me, but I could feel her body trembling

through her lips. I was worried that she was right, she wouldn't last an

hour, let alone all day.

I reminded her of her pledge to obey, then told her to finish her

breakfast. As she bent down, I penetrated her again with my thumb and

fingers. Soon she was panting. After each bite of food, she would freeze

with her head an inch over the plate, panting. Several times she drooled

onto her plate. I had to tell her again and again to eat.

Finally Carrie told me, in a faraway voice, that she didn't want any

more food. I told her to straighten up, then tweaked her nipple again

for a few moments. Then I handed her the cup and asked her to get us

another cup of coffee. She took the cup, but when she tried to stand she

staggered and dropped the cup. It didn't break, so I told her to put it

on the counter, then fill a clean cup with coffee and bring it to me.

She picked up the cup, then unsteadily walked into the kitchen. A moment

later she returned, carrying the cup of coffee with both hands. She

stopped beside me, so I let her stand there while I finished my

breakfast, all the while rubbing her labia between my fingers and thumb.

Carrie was shaking so badly, I was afraid she would spill the coffee. I

took the cup from her and took a sip. I asked her if she wanted more,

and she shook her head.

Still gripping her labia, I looked into her eyes and said, "I know

you're hurting, Carrie. I'll soon give you relief." She smiled. I told

her to clean up the mess I made fixing breakfast, then put this

morning's and last night's dishes in the diswasher and start it. "Come

to the bedroom for your reward when you finish that task," I said, and

she jumped up and down, clapping her hands.

When Carrie came running into the bedroom a few minutes later, I took

her by the arm and led her to the table on which Philip had piled her

packages. "Here's your reward," I said, "you get to open your packages."

She gave me a really pitiful, pleading look, and I laughed. That made

her angry, until I told her through my laughter that I was joking, her

reward was on the bed.

"There's nothing on the bed," she said, still angry. I ran to the bed

and leaped onto it, landing on my back. She smiled a big smile, ran to

the bed, and dived onto it beside me. In a second she was on top of me

and had put my cock into her pussy. "You're mean to me, but I forgive

you," she said as she started vigorously pumping her hips up and down.

I gave Carrie a good hour of fucking, but I only allowed her to cum

during the last 10 minutes. Then I pulled her out of bed and told her

she was not to cum again without permission, and that it was time to

open our presents.

The first package contained her black latex leotard, the outfit I

thought would give her the best chance of making it up the picnic hill

in freezing weather. She wanted to try it on immediately. I said she

would be able to try everything on soon, but we should open everything

first.

The next box I opened contained her hightop black walking shoes.

Assuming they were comfortable, I intended for her to wear them on our

practice runs, instead of the uncomfortable pony boots she had been

wearing. She wasn't impressed, since they were neither fashion nor

fetish wear.

In the last box were the sheer mesh body suits she had originally wanted

for her hill climb. They wouldn't protect her from the cold like the

latex one, but I was sure they would look a lot sexier. I had let her

buy two, a black one and a flesh colored one. Looking at the flesh

colored one as I held it up and draped it over her chest, I wanted to

see her in it.

I tossed her the body suit and said I would see her in it now. She

immediately began putting it on. To get into it, she stepped into the

open back and pulled its legs over her legs. Then, with my help, she

eased it up over her hips and put her arms into the sleeves. Finally I

pulled it taut at her back and closed the zipper that ran from the top

of her ass to her neck.

I stepped back and looked at her, and got another boner. For a few

seconds I decided that she looked better than naked, then I changed my

mind. She always looked better naked than clothed, but this was pretty

damned close. The mesh accented every curve, bump, and depression on her

body. I was thinking that the black version would even more dramatically

enhance her contours. The only thing I didn't like was the flattening

effect on her breasts, but hers were large enough that they didn't

really go flat. They looked something like two very large pear halves on

her chest.

I ran my hands over her contours, admiring the feel as much as the sight

of her body clad in the sheer mesh. As I was feeling her chest and

working my way down, she said, "Why did we have to try on new clothes

while you're teasing me like this? I've already soaked the crotch, I'm

ruining it before I even get to wear it." I rummaged through the

packaging material until I found a slip of paper marked Care

Instructions. I showed her the line that said Machine Washable, Delicate

Setting. "Oh," she said.

After playing with her breasts under the material for awhile, I unzipped

the zippers that ran horizontally across each breast, then carefully

pulled her breasts through the opening until they bobbed free outside

the body suit. I then turned my attention to her crotch, and she

immediately opened her legs farther to allow easier access. She was

right, she had soaked the crotch area as well as the insides of the

thighs. I found the pulltab on the crotch zipper, right above the top of

her pussy, and smoothly unzipped her until I reached the other end of

the zipper, half way up her ass. I told her it was a good thing the

zipper didn't bind when it was wet.

I stood back and looked her up and down. "You know what would go great

with this?" I asked her.

"My collar," she said. I sent her to get the collar, then wrapped it

around her neck and locked the snaps. The material of the body suit

extended several inches under the collar. It looked great. I felt my

erection stiffen even more.

Kneeling in front of Carrie, I impaled her asshole and her pussy with my

fingers and thumb, and began probing, prodding, massaging, and burrowing

into her. She immediately began gasping and whimpering. "You're really

horny today, aren't you?" I asked her.

"Yes, Master, I'm still turned on from what we did last night." I

burrowed deeper into her and began giving more attention to her clit.

Her juices were running down my arm, and her legs had begun trembling. I

suddenly stopped. pulled my hand away from her crotch and stood up. I

sat down in the chair, my erection pointing to the ceiling, and told

Carrie to walk around the room for awhile.

After watching her for a few minutes, I said, "Carrie, please go to the

basement and return right away with your favorite flog. Bring the flog

back in your teeth." She ran for the mural room, and I called after her,

telling her not to run down the stairs.

In a minute Carrie returned with the flog in her teeth, her wrists

crossed behind her back, and a pleading look in her eyes. She walked up

to me, and I pointed to the floor at my feet. She immediately knelt in

the Instructional Pose and lowered her eyes.

"Did you return my keys to the table in the mural room?" I asked her.

"Yeth, Mathter," she said.

"Do you know why you've brought the flog upstairs?"

"Yeth, Mathter, becauth you cad ank e."

"That's right, Carrie, because I can't spank you. And you do need this,

don't you?" She nodded, her eyes still looking down.

I reached out and took the flog gently from her teeth. "Thank you,

Master," she said.