"You have a decision to make now, Carrie," I said. "You only have two

naked areas on your beautiful body, your tits and your crotch. You'll

have to decide which of those areas feels the flog." She looked up at me

with fear in her eyes, but she remained silent.

"Do you remember what I told you about letting go, Carrie?" She nodded,

and I waited for her to say it.

"You said I have to let go, and trust my Master to catch me if I fall."

"Do you trust me, Carrie?"

"Oh, yes, Master!" After a pause, she added, "Master, please, I can't

say it."

I smiled at her. "How long have you wanted to ask me to flog your pussy,

Carrie?"

"Since the first time you flogged my breasts, Master... Please don't

hurt me too much."

"You have to trust me not to give you more pain than you can deal with,

and not to cause you any harm. That's what letting go is all about.

Don't worry, I'll catch you and protect you.

"Since you can't say it, Carrie, I'll give you a special Pose. Any time

you are free to move, you may assume this Pose whenever you need to have

me flog your pussy. That way you won't have to ask for it. Would that

make it easier for you?"

"Master, your slave understands that it is to be given a special pose,

which it can assume when it needs its pussy flogged, Master."

"Excellent, Carrie, but tell me using informal speech, why you chose a

formal reply to my question."

"It seemed appropriate, since you were giving me basic instructions,

Master."

"That's very good, Carrie, but please use informal speech unless told

otherwise. Now here is the Pose you will use to signal your Master that

you need to have your pussy flogged. On your knees, you will open your

legs wide, as they are opened now, then arch your back as you lean back

and grasp your feet with your hands. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," she said meekly. I told her that, if she wanted her pussy

flogged now, she should assume the Pose I had given her. She dropped her

hands to her side, then leaned back and grabbed her feet. Finally she

arched her back so severely that it made me groan to watch her.

"Don't arch your back so much that it hurts, Carrie," I said. She

straightened her back a little, then held perfectly still. I watched her

for a few moments, and saw that she was trembling a little. I asked,

"Can you hold that Pose while I'm flogging your pussy, Carrie?"

With a trembling voice, she said, "Yes, Master." I asked her if she was

trembling from fear of the strain of the Pose. "Both, Master, but mostly

fear," she answered.

"Before we begin, Carrie, I need to make sure that flogging your pussy

is not going to cause you to cum without permission. What's your

opinion?"

"I don't know, Master. I'll do my very best to be obedient." I asked her

if she was close to coming right now. "I'm very close, Master. You've

kept me excited since breakfast, and only let me cum once." I asked what

we could do to take her back from the edge. "I don't know, Master, we

could fuck some more, or you could throw your slave under a cold shower."

"That would defeat the idea of keeping you sexually frustrated, wouldn't

it? I think the best way to deal with the problem is for you to look at

your Master and tell him that you will obey him no matter how difficult

the task, and specifically that you will not cum without permission, no

matter how aroused you get. Can you do that for me now?"

She tried to tilt her head down to look at me, but the collar wouldn't

let her move that far. I told her to break her Pose long enough to look

at her Master. She straightened up, looked at me, and said, "Master, I

will obey you no matter how difficult the task, and I will not cum

without your permission." Then she assumed the Pose again. I told her I

believed her.

I picked up the flog, then stood and leaned over and kissed Carrie on

each nipple and then on the lips. She returned my kiss, and I felt her

trembling. I knelt on the floor, facing her and slightly in front of

her, and dragged the flog across her pussy lightly. She gasped, then

sighed. I drew the flog back and flicked it lightly against her pussy.

She jumped, and her breath quickened a little. I slowly repeated the

flicking action, and she accepted the light blows with minimal reaction.

"Your Master would never flog your pussy as hard as you are used to

being flogged on other parts of your body, Carrie," I said. "This is the

technique we will use on your pussy, but it will be applied for a much

longer time than your usual floggings. I want you to withstand a half

hour of this for your initial flogging. If you choose to request

additional pussy floggings, they will be harder than this, but still not

as hard as the floggings you are used to receiving, and they will last

much longer, at least an hour. Do you understand, and do you think you

can withstand a half hour of flogging today?"

"Yes, Master, I understand, and I will withstand the flogging for as

long as you wish."

"Is this what you expected when you signaled that you wished me to flog

your pussy, Carrie?"

"No, Master, I expected much more pain. That's why I was afraid to ask

for this for so long."

"Wait until you have experienced this for half an hour, Carrie, then we

will discuss how painful it is." I sped up my rhythm a little, but tried

to maintain the same force in the flicking. The idea was to make her

feel a sting from each blow, which would build into substantial pain

when repeated over a period of time.

Carrie was quiet after that exchange, until about 10 minutes into her

flogging. then she started moaning softly. I asked her if she was more

excited, or less excited than she was when we started her flogging.

"More, Master, much more," she said, straining to get the words out.

"Do you still feel that you're capable of obeying your Master, and not

coming until given permission?"

"I will not cum without your permission, Master," she said. I looked at

her face, and saw that a few tears had already run from the corner of

her eye into her ear. Her responses grew more vocal during the second 10

minutes. She was crying and making the sounds she usually made when she

was in pain. In a ragged, gasping voice she asked me if we could pause

for just a minute. I told her she knew the answer to that question, we

would not stop until the 30 minutes was up.

Carrie lasted the whole 30 minutes, but for the last few minutes she was

sobbing and gasping and begging me to let her have a moment's pause.

When it was finished, I told Carrie to straighten up, then I hugged and

kissed her, telling her what a good job she had done and how brave she

had been to request that I flog her pussy. I asked her if she was glad

she did it, and she said she was. When I asked her if she would request

it again, she was a little hesitant, but finally she said she would.

When she stopped crying, I had her sit on the edge of a chair while I

put socks and her new walking shoes on her feet, then told her we were

going outside to see how cold it was. While I dressed, Carrie walked

around the bedroom in her new shoes. I asked her how they felt, and she

replied that they were a little stiff, but very comfortable, no

comparison to the pony boots.

I finished dressing, then put on a jacket, grabbed the pistol from

behind the headboard, and led Carrie by her nipple to the door. On the

way through the house, she asked if we were going to make a practice run

up to the picnic hill. I said we were just going to stay outside long

enough to evaluate if the body suit offered her any protection from the

cold.

Remembering Philip's warning, I surveyed the area outside the house

before unlocking and opening the door. As soon as we stepped outside,

Carrie looked at me and smiled. "Ahh, warmth," she said. It was only

10:00, but it already seemed warm, I guessed mid-50s in the shade.

"I guess we won't be doing any cold-weather tests today," I said, "but

we might as well enjoy the warming trend. How about a trial run up the

hill this afternoon, using reins attached to your rings?"

"Yes, Master, please," she said, "I've wanted you to use them since you

first put them on me." She offered me a kiss, which I gladly accepted.

I led Carrie away from the house, to the clearing we had used the last

time we came out, several nights ago. I positioned her on her knees,

forehead on the ground, arms trailing behind her also on the ground.

Kneeling behind her, I again penetrated her ass and pussy with my thumb

and fingers. This time she began moaning immediately, and within a

minute she was begging me to fuck her. I said, If your trial run this

afternoon is satisfactory, you'll be thoroughly fucked on top of the

hill. Otherwise, you'll have to wait until we're in bed tonight."

She groaned. "I promise I'll make a good climb, please give me an

advance fuck. I need it so badly." I laughed, but then commanded her to

stop asking me to fuck her. I worked her over for another ten minutes or

so, until she was continuously gasping and moaning. Her pussy juices had

covered my hand and were running down her thighs and dripping onto the

ground.

I suddenly stopped stimulating her and withdrew my hand, provoking a

final groan of frustration. I told Carrie to stand up, give her Master a

tender kiss on the lips, and thank him for making her feel so good. She

gave me a really nasty look, but then did as I commanded, meekly

thanking me for making her feel good. I could see that her whole body

was trembling, and I felt it through her lips when she kissed me.

Holding Carrie by a nipple, I led her from the clearing to the path that

led to our fucking/picnic sites. While I tucked her breasts into the

body suit and closed the zippers, I told her she was going to show me

how well she could run. I would walk up the trail as far as I could

without losing sight of her. When I signalled her, she would run after

me, then past me and on to our first fuck stop.

"Will your Slave get fucked when she reaches the fuck stop, Master?" she

asked with a pleading smile.

I slapped her on the ass, which immediately wiped away her smile. I

could see that her ass was still very tender. "No, you won't get fucked

there," I told her. "But remember what happens when you disobey me, and

hope you don't get a spanking instead. You were told not to ask me again

to fuck you." She lowered her eyes and nodded her head.

As I turned to start up the trail, Carrie asked me if I wanted her to

run or jog. "Run as hard and as fast as you can," I said. "But don't

fall down."

When I reached the point on the trail where the terrain steepened, from

gentle to moderate grade, I looked back and waved for Carrie to start. I

should have known she would be a good runner, any type of physical

activity seemed easy for her. But my jaw dropped as I watched her

rapidly narrow the distance between us. If it weren't for the posture

collar forcing her head to be kept stiffly erect, her running technique

would have been perfect. As she neared where I was standing, she pursed

her lips and blew me a kiss, then gave me a big grin as she flew past.

I turned to watch her as she ran by me, admiring her form and her

hypnotic ass. I let her get 6 or 7 paces past me, then took off after

her. Within a few seconds it was clear to me that I wouldn't catch up to

her unless I ran flat out. I sped up, but still wasn't closing the gap.

In another few moments the finish line was in sight, and my ego stupidly

told me that I should be able to catch up to her before she got there.

Pouring on the coals, I saw that I was beginning to close the gap, but

it wouldn't be good enough. When Carrie reached the clearing we referred

to as fuck stop 1, she came to a halt and looked back. I was 3 or 4

paces behind her, obviously straining to run flat out. She grinned, and

as I reached the clearing I tripped on my own feet and sprawled on the

ground in front of her.

She laughed softly. "I didn't know we were racing, Master, or I would

have tried harder. Now I see why you told me not to fall. Are you Ok?"

"All but my pride and self esteem," I said with a smile.

She helped me to my feet and kissed me. "For what it's worth, you still

have my esteem, and I'm very proud of you," she said.

I put my arms around her, and we kissed again, hungrily and

passionately. "It's worth everything, Carrie," I said when we finally

separated. I removed her collar. "Now kiss me again, and make me want

you so badly that I'll fuck you." She was the world's sexiest kisser,

except when she wore that collar. It didn't take her very long to get me

hot, then horny, then in an advanced state of lusting for her. I pushed

her down on her back and we fucked.

We had been fucking for perhaps 20 minutes, and had quickly cycled

through our favorite positions, when it occurred to me that she wasn't

having orgasms. "Idiot," I said to myself, then to her I said, "Your

training period is over, Carrie, and you've performed very, very well.

Until further notice, you may cum whenever you choose."

I was behind her, fucking her ass, when I said that. I expected an

immediate, massive orgasm, but there was none. I asked her if she heard

me, and she turned around and smiled. "I'll wait until we're kissing and

you cum in my pussy, then I'll cum," she said. I pulled out of her ass

and told her to get on her back while I cleaned off my cock with a

handkerchief. When I was as clean as I could get without water, I

carefully stretched out on top of Carrie and pushed my dick into her. I

eased farther down until our lips met, then we kissed for a few seconds,

until we came together.

I stayed in Carrie until my cock went limp, then I rolled off and hugged

her. We lay face to face and kissed while I unzipped her breasts and

caressed them. In a few minutes her shudders had finally ceased, and I

told her we should get back home. I got up and helped Carrie to her

feet. She picked up her collar and asked me to put it back on her. I

told her she didn't have to wear it if she didn't wish to.

"I want to wear it, Master," she told me. I asked her why, and she said,

"I told you before, Master, it helps me feel the way we both want me to

feel. It helps me stay aware that I'm under your control from second to

second, every time I move and feel the collar's restriction. It also

helps me to learn the posture I know you want me to have. That posture

includes always holding my head high, which reminds me of how proud I am

to be your Slave, and to be learning to behave the way you require. I'm

just sorry I can't kiss you the way you expect and deserve when I wear

it."

I fastened the collar around her neck, then bent my head at the right

angle to kiss her lips the way we both liked. "I can't expect you to do

everything, maybe it's time I helped out a little," I said. She laughed

and took my hand, and we started walking home. She grinned and asked me

if I wanted to race home. "Let's just pretend we ran home, and you got

there first," I said. Then, looking at her bobbing breasts, I added "I'm

going to save my energy for more enjoyable things."

As we neared the house, I asked Carrie if she would like to have the

rules suspended until tomorrow morning. "Would it offend you or make you

angry if I said No, Master?" she asked.

"Not at all," I said. "It's just that your performance and obedience

this morning were perfect, so I felt a reward was appropriate." She was

silent. I finally said, "Ok, I'm feeling guilty for putting you through

training, plus I'm still feeling guilty for caning you, and I was trying

to ease my conscience."

Carrie laughed and put her arm around me. "I can't do anything for your

conscience, Master, but you have nothing to feel guilty about. I

deserved the caning, which was only one blow with the cane, and I'm sure

you didn't strike me as hard as you could have. As for the training,

your decisions concerning how and when I'm trained have served us well

so far. I trust you without reservation, to provide me with whatever

training or correction I need.

"I appreciate your generous offer to suspend the rules of my slavery

tonight, and I hope you will make the offer again at another time. But

today I want very much to be your obedient, submissive, docile slave.

Following your rules is a pleasure for me, not a burden, Master."

"I know how hard it is for you to be submissive, Carrie," I told her.

"How can you say it's a pleasure? And wouldn't you like a break, a

breather, now and then?"

"It is hard, but it is a pleasure, and I would like a break now and

then. But that doesn't mean a break is good for me or for my training,

Master. In my humble opinion, control is what your Slave needs now, not

relief."

"Then it's settled," I said. By now we were in the house. I took Carrie

to the bedroom, put the pistol back in its hidden location, then

stripped her and had her strip me. We went through our familiar toilet

ritual, then showered. I dressed her in heels and her "reverse apron"

housewear, and we went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

After we had decided what we wanted for lunch, and had split up the

required tasks, I told Carrie I had changed my mind, we would not go on

a hike this afternoon. We would go first thing tomorrow morning. This

afternoon, she would work out on the eliptical trainer, and then we

would go downstairs and I would read to her some more from "The Story of

O." She groaned, and I laughed and asked her what was the matter.

"Master, why is it that when I read to you it's relaxing, but when you

read to me its an intensly sexual experience that leaves me physically

exhausted, emotionally drained, and unbelievably horny?"

"So, you don't like the way I read?" I asked in mock surprise.

She laughed, walked up to me, cupped my face between her palms, and

said, "Your reading consists of an inquisition, alternating with sexual

torment, followed by hot, intense sex. I absolutely adore the way you

read to me. Like I said before, when you read to a girl, she knows she's

been read to."

Carrie plated our lunch while I opened a bottle of wine. I poured a

glass for each of us, and we carried everything to the dining room. I

held Carrie's chair while she pulled up her housewear and sat down, then

pushed her up to the table. As soon as I was seated, she put her hand on

the table between us. I took her hand in mine, looked into her eyes, and

said, "My beautiful Slave."

"My beautiful Master," she said. Then she looked surprised, and gave me

a big smile. "Why Master, you're blushing," she said.

"I'm not used to being called beautiful," I told her.

"Well, that's my fault," she laughed. "From now on I promise to tell you

how beautiful you are at every opportunity." I told her to eat her

lunch, and she smiled and squeezed my hand. "I'm just kidding," she

said, "but you are beautiful, and I'm sorry I never told you that

before." We held hands until lunch was over.

We cleared the dining room table and piled everything in the sink, then

I took Carrie back to the bedroom. I sat in my favorite chair and looked

at her, standing in the center of the room. She looked back at me for

awhile, then said "What?"

"What do you mean, 'What'?" I asked her.

"What do you want me to do, Master?" she asked.

"What do you want to do, Carrie?" I said.

She looked a me a few seconds. "I'd like to sing to you," she said. I

said I would like nothing better than listen to her sing. After another

few seconds deciding what she wanted to sing, she began.

As she began, I thought back to the first time I asked her to sing to

me. I had to coax her into it, she kept saying that she couldn't sing.

Since then, she had done it a few more times at my urging. But I never

dreamed she would actually ask to sing to me. The truth was that she

wasn't a good singer, but that didn't mean it was unpleasant to listen

to her. I liked it.

I listened attentively to her voice. After each song, she smiled and

bowed, as I applauded and asked her for an encore. She had come so very

far, to be standing in front of me, naked except for high heels and a

silly apron covering her ass, singing her heart out without a trace of

self-consciousness.