I was going to stop Carrie after half an hour, but she seemed so happy

singing to me, and I was enjoying it also, so I let her sing until she

asked to stop. She had sung for an hour and ten minutes. She was shocked

when I told her, she said she totally lost track of time. I hugged and

kissed her, and told her it was time to exercise.

Carrie left her heels and housewear in the bedroom and walked naked with

me to the spare bedroom, where her exercise equipment was. She put on a

pair of socks and the old sneakers she used for exercise. She was about

to get on the elliptical machine for her warmup, but she turned to me

and said she needed to pee first. I was about to take her to our

bathroom, but instead I asked her if she ever peed standing up.

"Like a man?" she said. "I tried that once or twice when I was a kid, I

wound up with piss all over my pussy and running down both legs." I

asked her if she would like me to show her how. "If you're not just

kidding me, Yes I would like you to show me how," she said. I told her

to wait where she was, anad she immedaitely assumed the Waiting Pose.

I went to our bathroom and tore off a handfull of toilet paper, then put

on my jacket, grabbed the pistol, and put it in the jacket pocket. I

retrieved Carrie, and we went back outside together. She asked why we

were outside, and I said because it might be messy until she got the

hang of it.

I took her to the clearing where I had tormented her earlier. I took her

collar off, so she could look down and watch herself pee. I pressed my

forefinger and middle finger vertically into her pussy, spread them

apart to open her labia, then pulled them up to expose her urethral

orifice. "Now pee," I told her. She put out a perfect stream that hit

the ground a couple of feet in front of her.

Carrie looked at her urine stream, then looked at me and laughed. "How

did you - I mean we - do that?" she asked. I told her to stop peeing,

and I would show her how to do it by herself. She stopped, and I

explained exactly how to do it with her own fingers. When she was ready

she began peeing, and reproduced the stream she made using my fingers.

"This is so cool," she said, "How did you figure it out?"

I said, "I've knelt in front of you while you peed countless times, and

I've spent hours with my face in your pussy, I'm an expert on that area

of your body. To state it simply, I visualized the geometry." She

laughed.

When she finished, I handed her the toilet paper. She wiped her pussy,

and the paper came out dry. "This is way cool," she said. "Now we don't

have to take turns at the toilet, we can have a pissing contest." She

couldn't help giggling after delivering that pun. I thought it was

pretty good, and told her so.

I told her it was time to go back inside and do her exercise. "But it's

so nice out here, Master," she complained, "can't we stay out for a

little while?" It was warm in the sun, even though the air temperature

wasn't much above 50.

I found a flat, sunny area, well away from where she had pissed, then

lay down on my back and unzipped my fly. "Being naked," I told her, "the

only thing you're allowed to sit on is me." Giggling, she eased herself

down and impaled her asshole on my stiff cock, then lay back on top of

me. I slid my feet up near my ass, my legs bent, and Carrie hooked her

knees over mine.

I started pumping my hips, and Carrie rocked her pelvis in perfect sync.

Reaching around to her breasts, I began rolling and pinching her

nipples. She reached her hands back over her head and cupped her palms

at the side of my face. "I'm the luckiest woman in the world," she said.

There's no one else like you, what were the odds I'd find you?"

"One hundred percent, Carrie," I said. "You said it yourself, we were

born for each other."

We fucked like that for perhaps 30 minutes, coming together three times.

Then Carrie hopped off of me and knelt between my legs. By now I knew

she really wanted to do this, so I just kept quiet and enjoyed it as she

cleaned me off with her mouth, then got me hard again, and began giving

me one of her devastating blowjobs.

"Wheel around," I told her, "my tongue and your pussy are both lonely

for company." Without taking her mouth off of my dick, she shuffled

around and carefully straddled my head. Not having a pillow handy, I

reached around her hips with both hands, then pulled myself up until my

mouth was firmly seated over her pussy. I alternated between tormenting

her clit and jamming my tongue as far as possible into her pussy. After

about 15 minutes, we both came. I kept licking up everything that came

out of her pussy until she had finished cleaning my cock. Then I gave

her pussy a final kiss, and she carefully dismounted from my face.

I stayed on my back and asked Carrie to lie down on top of me. I put my

arms around her, and tried to kiss her on the lips. "No, Master, not

until I've brushed my teeth," she said.

"I need to kiss my Slave, right now," I said. She looked into my eyes

then gave me a long, passionate kiss. When the kiss finally ended, we

lay quietly for a long time, until Carrie finally said she should go and

do her exercise.

After pausing, she added, "Unless you'd let me skip my exercise, and

read to me for the rest of the afternoon." I told her I needed her to

exercise so I'd have time to recover for the reading session. "That's

because you have a seriously abnormal reading style," she said with a

grin. Then she got serious for a moment. Her grin faded, she looked into

my eyes and said, "Your reading sessions have opened me more than I

could have imagined. You'll soon understand me better than I understand

myself, the little play you staged night before last is proof of that. I

want to do a 24-hour total immersion in the story."

"Everything?" I said. "That could be pretty painful."

"It doesn't matter, welts and cuts will heal. It will complete my

enslavement to you, totally and irreversibly. If I end up with a few

scars, so much the better."

"Are you sure?" I asked her.

"I've never been more certain of anything," she answered.

"I'll start planning it," I said. We looked at one another for a time,

then I told Carrie, "When you used the phrase 'opened me', I remembered

what it was like to have my hand deep inside you. I'll never forget how

that felt."

"So did I," she said. "It was a wonderful feeling, total surrender to my

Master. I hope we do it again soon." She kissed me tenderly, then got to

her feet and pulled me up after her. "If you don't command me to do my

exercise now, I'll try to keep you out here all day."

I gave her my best parody of a stern Master's voice. "Exercise now, or

face the consequences, Slave!"

"Yes, Master," she said, with lowered eyes and a sly grin. I picked up

the collar and fastened it around her neck, then we walked back to the

house, arm in arm.

Before taking Carrie to exercise, I led her to the kitchen and told her

to rinse her mouth out, then drink a glass of water. When we got to the

spare bedroom, I put on her sports bra and adjusted her tits. Then I sat

on the floor and watched as she began her warmup. I told her she could

start talking now, she didn't need to wait until she was in her exercise

routine. "What should I talk about today, Master?" she asked.

"It's your talk, don't ask me. Why don't you start by telling me why you

were caned, whether or not you deserved it, how it has affected the way

you feel about your slavery and your Master, and how your ass feels

today?"

"Wow," she said. Then, after a pause, she started talking. The

punishment had clouded my thoughts ever since I gave it to her. I had

concluded that I did the wrong thing, and did it at the wrong time. The

failure I punished her for was mine, not hers. It was true that she had

been disrupting our activities more and more. But I should have been

able to modify her behavior before resorting to punishment. It had been

another case where Bill was running the show, and Master had lost a

degree of control. So I wanted her to talk about it because I wanted to

hear her reach the same conclusion, that she had been unjustly punished

for her Master's weakness. I also wanted her to tell me that I shouldn't

have done it at the end of our filmed wedding, because that was also a

mistake.

She didn't get to any of the conclusions I wanted from her, she still

accepted all of the blame and thought that the punishment was deserved

and was more lenient than it should have been. I resolved to keep her

thinking about it until she was able to tell me what I already knew. She

was smarter than me, it would only be a matter of time until her

analytical mind overcame her wish that her Master always be right.

After she said all she had to say about the punishment, she spent the

rest of the exercise period talking about our little dramatic

experiment. While it was going on, I was impressed at how well Carrie

was acting the role of the victim, O. But she really wasn't acting at

all, she had consciously put herself into the role. As she told me

before, she actually was that woman, living that experience. How she was

able to ignore all of the cues that told her she was alone with me in

our house the whole time was a mystery to me. But I believed her when

she said she had lived the experience.

Maintaining enough reality to let her experience 24 hours of captivity,

torture, humiliation, and forced sex was going to be difficult. It would

be made even more difficult, because I had already made a key decision

concerning the production of the long version. Carrie would begin the

experience expecting it to last 24 hours, but in fact it was going to

last 48 hours or longer. I had no idea how to do it, but I intended to

try.

Deep in thought, I hardly heard Carrie's talk during the last half of

her workout. When she finished her cooldown and stretching, I removed

her bra, then told her it was time for a shower. But first I detoured

her to the kitchen for a big glass of water, to replace what she lost

during her exercise.

We didn't fool around much in the shower. Both of us were still somewhat

sated from our recent outdoor activities, and we were both thinking

ahead to the reading I would soon subject her to. After we dried one

another, I asked Carrie if she needed to pee. She grinned and said she

did. I told her I did too, maybe we should do it together. She agreed,

so we stood side by side in front of the toilet and peed. Her aim still

needed work, but she put it all in the bowl, satisfying the minimum

requirements. I told her that her aim needed improving, and she said

that was her second try. "How good was your aim the second time you peed

standing up?" she asked me. I told her I couldn't be expected to

remember as far back as last week, getting me a big smile and a tender

kiss.

As we exited the bathroom, I smiled at her and said, "Time for a

relaxing afternoon of reading." She groaned. I started for the mural

room, and Carrie asked me if I wanted to put her posture collar back on.

I had taken it off for her shower, and I told her she would be more

comfortable without it while I read to her. In the mural room, I

outfitted her with her complete set of bondage gear, reminded her that

she was under formal speech rules, then led her downstairs.

I blindfolded Carrie, then took her to the punishment area. This time

she knew what to expect, so she didn't tense up. I tied her breasts as I

had done previously, and spent a minute admiring and stimulating her

twin globes. Then I had her lie on her back on the punishment stage,

with her ass hanging off the front of the stage and her feet on the

floor. I attached her wrists, waist, and neck to the stage using her

bondage gear, then attached ropes to her ankles and pulled her legs up,

spread at a 90 degree angle.

I wanted to follow the identical procedure I used the first time I read

to her, so I spent a few minutes kissing and licking the insides of her

thighs. When she was moaning from that, I turned my attentions to her

nipples. I licked and nibbled on them until they looked and felt like

pencil erasers. By that time she was moaning continuously, and when I

looked at the floor under her pussy there were already a few drops of

her juices. Anticipating a flood, I walked back to the Master's area and

returned with a towel, which I spread on the floor under her ass.

I sat down beside Carrie and picked up the book. This time, I told her,

I was going to skip around a little in "The Story of O." I knew the

types of things that interested her now, and we would seek out those

passages and discuss them, but wouldn't waste time on the stuff in

between. I told her that she was now under informal speech rules, but

that she would only speak in response to my questions.

During our first reading, we had stopped after O was presented to the

Masters, had the rules explained to her, and was then fucked and

whipped. I picked up at the point where Pierre chained her in bed,

probed her pussy with his hand, then covered her with a fur, and finally

she drifted off to sleep.

After reading the passage, I put down the book and asked her a series of

questions. The goal was to find out how she responded, sexually,

emotionally and intellectually, to the description; what the individual

elements of the narrative meant to her; whether she could see any

elements of the narrative in her own experiences, either here or at the

organization; and perhaps most importantly, whether or not she would

like to have the same experience for herself. I wouldn't allow her to

tell me she didn't know how to answer, or to give me a vague or

incomplete answer.

When Carrie had answered every question to my satisfaction, I knelt at

her pussy and gave her 10 minutes of the most intense stimulation I

could provide. After I had been working on her for only a few minutes,

she asked if she could cum. I told her I would prefer that she didn't,

but if she really needed to cum she had permission. She didn't cum

during that period, and when the 10 minutes of stimulation were finished

I sat beside her and read the next selection.

The next selection described how Pierre woke her before dawn, rearranged

her chain so she was standing, whipped her hard, and then left her to

cry alone for hours. I repeated variations of my previous questions,

tailored slightly for this section. Again she had trouble answering the

questions, but I kept probing until I was satisfied I understood how she

related to the scene. This time, I spent 10 minutes kissing, licking,

and nibbling her tied breasts and rock hard nipples. When I finished,

she was dripping onto the floor, but again she didn't cum. I was

thinking that, when she finally did cum, it would be a big one.

We continued, sampling the hot scenes of the book. I took her through

O's first session in the library, the dildoes of increasing thickness

that she had to wear in her ass to open her more, the first time she was

given pleasure by another man in Rene's presence, the first time Rene

gave pleasure to another woman in her presence, and finally her

isolation in the dungeon, where the only human contact she experienced

was to be whipped and fucked. When she had provided complete answers to

all of my questions for a scene, I repeated her reward, alternating

between her pussy and her breasts.

For a long time, Carrie had been breathing in shallow gasps, moaning and

dripping like a faucet. As I was rewarding her for her thorough answers

concerning the dungeon scene, which had been the most difficult scene

for her to talk about, she finally came, accompanied by an extended

vocalization that I can only describe as a howl.

Until then, I had limited my contact to her pussy and breasts. I moved

up to her head, gave her a loving and lingering kiss, and asked her if

she could continue. "Whatever Master wishes," she said in a weak voice.

"And Carrie's answer?" I asked.

"I'm wasted, Master, but I'll try to keep going if you want to."

"I'd like to do one more scene," I told her. "I want to skip ahead to

where O is whipped on her inner thighs for the first time. But then

instead of asking you about it, I want to flog your inner thighs

lightly. Is that Ok?"

"Yes, Master," she said, "I'd like that, if it was a light flogging."

"I promise it will be light, Carrie." I sat back down, found the

passage, and read it to her. When I finished, she asked me to read it

again before flogging her. I read the section again, then went to get

the flog.

Standing between Carrie's legs, I trailed the flog over the inside of

each of her thighs, then began giving her a light flogging. When her

thighs were a uniform light pink, and she was crying silently, I stopped

and began lightly kissing and tonguing the flogged area. She sighed, and

told me how good my tongue felt on her hot skin.

I told Carrie I was ready to release her, but she asked me to fuck her

pussy first. I tormented her clit for a few minutes with my tongue and

fingers, then suddenly plunged my stiff cock into her pussy. She cried

out and came as soon as I penetrated her. I continued fucking her until

I came, and she orgasmed again in perfect sync.

Leaving her belt attached to the stage and her legs and ass suspended

from the ropes, I released her hands and her collar. Lifting her

shoulders, I carefully scooted under her so that her head and shoulders

were in my lap. I removed her blindfold, and told her to look down at

her crotch and legs and see how open she had been to me during our

reading session.

Carrie laughed. "Opening my crotch is easy," she said. "You opened me

like that the first day we met. But the way you open my soul with these

reading sessions is the most intrusive, invasive probing I could ever

imagine. If you open me any more like this, I'll be inside out."

"Did I go too far?" I asked. "Am I demanding more of you than you can

give?"

"Oh, no Master," she said, looking up at me. "I want you to have it all.

I want you to have the advantage over me of knowing all there is to know

about me, even things I don't know or can't accept about myself. I

finally get it, I know I can show you everything, and when you know me

completely you'll still love me. It's just that you're so good at

getting at it, I feel like my mind is being forced through a sieve.

"When I was in therapy, I could never really face the problem I needed

to solve, my feeling of guilt over the death of my family, so therapy

didn't help me at all. Within a few days after you arrived, you helped

me face that guilt and work through it. And you did it simply by not

giving me any choice, you made me do what I needed to do. What you're

doing now is like that. I want you to know everything about me, but I'm

not able to just lay it all out for you. So what you're doing is

extracting it forceably - gently and with love, but forceably. Once

again, you're doing just what I need you to do."

Looking down at her, I ran my index finger along the line of her lips.

She suddenly opened her mouth, took my finger in, and began sucking on

it and stimulating it with her tongue. "I have something a little

bigger, if you're interested," I told her with a smile. Looking into my

eyes, she nodded her head, then released my finger.

I eased myself out from under Carrie, then quickly lowered and released

her feet and unfastened her belt from the platform. She sat up, and I

removed all of her bondage gear. I asked her if she could stand, and she

put out her hands for me to help her to her feet.

Looking down at the wet towel on the floor, she asked, "Did all of that

come out of me?" I nodded that it did. "You probably wouldn't believe

it, but my husband used to complain that I never got wet. He took that

as a sign that he didn't excite me sexually." She looked at me, then

added, "He was right. I did love him, though."

"I know you did," I told her. "It was a different time, and you were a

different person."

Carrie laughed. "Yes, I'm a late bloomer. I bloomed when I met you. I

love you more than I thought it was possible to love, and I lust after

you every waking moment."

"I'm happy you can talk to me like that, and tell me those things.

You'll never regret telling me anything, I promise."

"I know I won't," she said, putting her hands to my face. "I told you, I

finally get it. You love me, and nothing I do or say will change that. I

hope you know that it's mutual. You're the Master, and I have no right

to ask you anything. But please know that you can tell me anything, and

I'll still love you."

I kissed her, then took her hands in mine. "I give you the right to ask

me any question you wish, any time you wish, and I will always do my

best to answer you fully and truthfully."

She grinned. "Will you take me upstairs and fuck me all over?"

"Yes," I answered.