I checked the clock when we came into the bedroom. It was 7:30, and that

meant we had spent almost 4 hours downstairs. When I told Carrie, she

said it was no wonder she felt exhausted. As I put her posture collar

around her kneck and snapped it closed, I suggested that we fix a quick

dinner, then shower and go to bed. She said that whatever she had to do

to get me into bed, she would do, so she was volunteering to make dinner.

While Carrie prepared dinner, I opened a bottle of wine and poured a

glass. I told her I would trade a sip of wine for a kiss. "I can't

bargain with my Master for what is already his right," she said with a

smile. "He can have all the kisses he wants, and may give his Slave a

sip of wine at his whim." I set the glass of wine on the counter, took

her in my arms, and gave her a long, passionate kiss, then held the wine

to her lips while she took a sip. When I took the glass away from her

lips, she curtsied with a smile and thanked me, then returned to her

work.

I was sitting on a stool and watching Carrie work, and I began to wonder

if the welt across her ass still caused her pain. By now it was a large

purple and yellow bruise, about two inches wide. running horizontally

across both cheeks. I asked her if it still hurt. She stopped what she

was doing, walked up to me until her belly was pressed against my knees,

and said in a sultry voice, "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

I reached out and caressed her breast. "No, I'm not going to spank you.

I was just wondering if your ass was still tender. I still feel guilty

for doing that to you."

She put her palms on my thighs as she leaned forward and kissed me.

"Don't," she said, then stood and smiled at me until I dropped my hand

from her breast. Then she went back to preparing dinner. A few minutes

later she announced that everything was ready. I told her to go get her

housewear while I plated the meal and set the table. "Shoes?" she asked

as she was leaving the kitchen.

"Not required," I answered, knowing that she preferred to remain

barefoot. I divided the food between two plates and carried them to the

dining room, then returned for the wine and utensils. She met me back in

the dining room, holding her housewear.

When I set down the items I was carrying, she held the housewear out to

me. As I reached out to take it, she pulled her hand back a little,

lowered her eyes submissively, and said, "Or, I could sit in your lap

and hold the plate while you feed us both. Whatever Master wishes."

I reached out and took her hand, then pulled her into my arms. "That was

a wonderful suggestion, offered in a very pleasing manner," I told her.

"That is exactly what we'll do, thank you for the idea." She smiled and

raised her eyes to me, and I kissed her softly on the lips. "I'm very

impressed with your behavior since our reading session," I told her.

She thanked me, then stood with her eyes lowered. Barely above a

whisper, she said, "I think I've finally let go, Master. Please catch me

if I fall."

"I'll always be with you, Carrie," I said. "I won't let you fall. And I

couldn't be more proud of you."

She looked at me and grinned, then lowered her eyes again and waited

while I sat down. She squeezed between me and the dining room table,

then dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. In a matter of

seconds she had me hard, at which time she stood up and carefully

climbed into my lap, straddling my legs with hers. She slid forward

while guiding my cock into her pussy, then gave me a test squeeze with

her vaginal muscles. "Very nice," I said. "Not too energetic, though. I

don't want to cum until we're in bed."

"As you wish, Master," she said. She leaned back until her back rested

against the edge of the table. I took one of the plates and handed it to

her, then picked up the fork and began feeding us. We looked into each

other's eyes and made smalltalk throughout dinner, while Carrie applied

enough vaginal stimulation to maintain my erection.

When we had each eaten our fill, I nodded to Carrie and she dismounted.

As she slid her legs off of me and contacted the floor with her feet,

she bent at the waist and kissed the head of my cock. Then she

straightened enough that she could meet my gaze with the limitations of

the posture collar. "May I suck your cock, Master?" she asked.

I took her head in my hands, leaned forward and twisted my head so that

we could kiss. "We'll soon be in bed, my beautiful Carrie," I said. I

released her and stood up, then we both gathered up the dishes and took

them to the kitchen. I told Carrie to load the dishwasher and start it,

then bring the wine bottle and a glass and follow me to the bedroom.

Without looking back, I walked out of the kitchen. When Carrie arrived

in the bedroom with the wine, I was lying on my back on the bed. I told

her to go sit on the toilet and wait for me. She set the wine bottle and

glass on the table and then went to the bathroom. I waited 5 minutes and

then followed her.

As I entered the bathroom, Carrie looked up and gave me a warm smile.

She extended her hands, and I took them and knelt in front of her. I

told her I loved her, and she said she knew that, and thanked God for

it. She asked me if she could relieve herself, and I told her of course

she could, she didn't need my permission to do that. She squeezed my

hands, and said she wished to surrender as much decision making as

possible while she adjusted her attitude.

I told her I would fully support her efforts, but when we were in bed

and having sex I expected her to be my wife and partner, not a

submissive slave. She thanked me and said she wanted to remain an equal

partner in our sexual activities, but otherwise she was trying to

surrender her assertive self and become the slave I deserved. I wanted

to tell her she was already the Slave I deserved, but instead I told her

that I was proud that she had the courage to let go and surrender her

will to me.

When she finished on the toilet, we traded places. We still held hands,

and Carrie put all of our hands together and clasped them to her heart,

her eyes locked on mine. "Do you know I love you?" she asked me.

"Without question. It's the most certain thing in my life, my anchor," I

told her. That got me a broad grin.

In the shower, I washed Carrie first. I lingered over her breasts, ass

and pussy, but tried not to turn her on too much. She followed suit when

she washed me, but when she finished and I had rinsed myself, she

dropped to her knees and asked if she could suck my cock. "We're minutes

away from our bed," I told her, and gently pulled her to her feet.

After we toweled each other, I used the hair dryer on Carrie's mane. She

was so anxious to get in bed, she was hopping from one foot to another.

Finally I gave up when her hair was still a little damp. I kissed her

and told her it was bedtime, and she pulled me from the bathroom to our

bed.

We fell into bed together, laughing and kissing. "I was beginning to

think we'd never get here," Carrie said. She rolled on top of me, pinned

my shoulders with her hands, and covered my face with passionate kisses.

Without using her hands, she maneuvered my cock into her pussy and began

pumping her hips rapidly. I guessed that all of the assertiveness she

was determined to free herself of would now come out in our lovemaking.

With other women I had known, that would have been an unpleasant or even

scary prospect. But with Carrie, I welcomed it and looked forward to all

she could throw at me. I knew we would be well matched.

Without losing a beat, I flipped us over so that I was on top. She

grinned up at me. "More olympic-class athletics from my lover."

"This is going to be fun," I said after kissing her hard on the lips.

She nodded her head and lightly raked her fingernails across my back,

something she had never done before. After fucking her like that for a

few minutes, I pulled out of her and rolled over on my back. "Sit on me,

I want to watch," I said. She laughed and straddled me, eagerly pushing

my cock back into her slit.

Testing my level of control, I said, "Clasp your hands behind your head,

I want to see your tits jiggle while you fuck." She immediately did as I

said, and began exaggerating her upper body movements to cause her

breasts to swing in wide arcs.

"Like this?" she asked. I nodded. She laughed, and said, "I'm still

under your control, Master. I'll feel free to do as I wish and cum when

I please, unless you command me otherwise. Ok?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely," I told her. "No more tests, you do whatever you

feel like."

She laid down on my chest, straightened her legs out between mine, then

raised up on her hands so I could grasp her nipples. Finally, she slid

down to maximize the contact between my cock and her clit. "This is what

I feel like," she said. "Fuck me, please."

We fucked like that for about 15 minutes. I didn't think I was ready to

cum, but Carrie had a massive orgasm without warning, and I immediately

came also. Simultaneously, we both said, "We've still got it," then we

laughed so hard we stopped fucking for a minute. When our laughter had

run its course, Carrie said, "This is a good transition point." She got

off of me and knelt beside me on all fours.

I knelt behind her and eased my cock into her ass. Carrie sighed, then

did her best to look over her shoulder at me. The collar wouldn't let

her, so I reached forward, popped the catches open, and gently slid the

collar off of her neck. She looked around and said, "What I was going to

say was, this is the first place you put your dick in me, and to me it

will always be where your dick belongs. When you fuck me in the ass, I

feel like you've come home."

I leaned over her and cupped her breasts in my hands. "Me too," I said.

"You give great head, and you have a beautiful, tight, wet pussy, but I

always feel like your ass is where my cock belongs."

As I said that, I came again without warning. Carrie came a second

later. A minute later, she turned around again. "If you had to give up

one of my openings, which one would you choose?" she asked.

I gave her question serious consideration, then told her I would be

unable to choose, I couldn't imagine never using her pussy, mouth or ass

again. It would be an impossible choice. She pressed her question, and

asked me how I would decide if I had to make the decision.

I thought for awhile, then said, "I would ask you which two gave you the

most pleasure when we were fucking, then I would choose to give up the

other one." She came again, and so did I. She started crying, so I

pulled out of her and told her to lay down on her side. I lay down

beside her and took one of her hands in mine. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Did I say something to hurt you?"

"No, no, no," she said through her tears, "You gave the perfect answer,

my perfect Master, my perfect lover, my partner for life. I love you so

much, I don't know how to express it." I moved close and put my arm over

her. She put her top leg over mine and pulled us closer, and we shared a

tender kiss. That was the last thing I remember until I woke up the next

morning.

Carrie was sitting up in bed, holding and kissing my hand. When I opened

my eyes, she gave me a big smile. "You promised to fuck me all over, but

you never put your cock in my mouth. May I please suck your cock?"

"Sure," I said. "I can't think of a better way to start the day, but I

need to pee first."

Her smile faded. She took a deep breath, squeezed my hand, and said,

"You don't need to get out of bed to do that. Use me."

"Huh?" I said, then her words penetrated my grogginess, and I got angry.

"Absolutely not. I told you that would never happen, it's out of the

question. I don't want to hear you say that again. No one who cared for

you would ever do that to you, and you should care enough about yourself

that you wouldn't want it done to you."

She looked into my eyes as she pulled my hand to her mouth and kissed

it, then began sucking on my fingers. After a few moments of that, she

started pulling me off the bed. "Come on," she laughed, "time for a

pissing contest." I laughed and crawled off the bed.

We stood shoulder to shoulder while we urinated. I traced patterns in

the water by moving my dick, and Carrie tried to track my patterns. She

would have done a better job, except she couldn't stop laughing.

When we finished I told her to wash my dick with soap. While she was

soaping a washcloth, she asked why. I said the last place I remembered

putting it was in her ass, and it needed to be clean before I would put

it in her mouth. She soaped me carefully and thoroughly, then rinsed out

the cloth and wiped me down. I told her to get all of the soap off,

unless she liked the taste of soap.

When she had dried me off, Carrie put her arms around me and hugged me

tightly. We stood like that for a few moments, and I asked her if there

was anything wrong. She looked up at me and smiled. "Not wrong, right.

Everything is so right, I feel like we're going to have smooth sailing

from now on. I'm going to do everything I can to make sure my Master is

happy."

"Your Master is very happy. You are everything to me, all I could ever

ask for. I love you." I led her back to our bed, then flopped onto the

bed on my back. "Were you saying something about a blow job?" I asked.

Carrie crawled onto the bed between my legs, then bent over and kissed

my cock. She was about to engulf it with her mouth, but I told her she

needed to turn around and put her pussy where my mouth could get at it.

She laughed, then turned around and straddled my head with her legs. I

jammed a pillow under my head, and we began working on one another.

Three mutual orgasms later, I pulled away from Carrie's pussy long

enought to ask her if she felt thoroughly fucked yet. She said she could

stand a pause, then turned around on the bed and lay down beside me.

"You're really tasty, don't get me wrong," I told her, "but I'm ready to

eat something I need to chew before swallowing."

"I could use some breakfast myself, Master," she said. Should I go and

start preparing it?"

"No, I get the kitchen duties this time. However, I would love you to

keep me company while I work. We can talk about what we want to do

today."

Carrie rolled up on top of me and asked me to please hug her for a

minute, then she would be ready. I put my arms around her and held her

tight, and she put her hands to the side of my face. "I'm unbelievably

happy," she said, "thank you for everything you do for - and to - me."

We kissed tenderly for a moment, then she groaned and rolled off of me.

We walked to the kitchen hand in hand. I left her standing while I found

her housewear, on the floor in the dining room. I tied it around her

waist and watched her while she bared her ass and sat on the stool.

"What are we going to do today, Master?" she asked me as I was loading

the coffee maker.

"Right after breakfast, we're going to figure out the best way to attach

your reins to your rings. Then we'll drive you around in the house for

awhile, to make sure you can be steered like that.

"Then, you'll do your weight training, while I sit and watch. After

that, I think we can find a way to pass some time in the bedroom until

lunch." She grinned and clapped her hands. "After lunch," I added,

"we'll take a little run up the hill, my beautiful pony."

Carrie was quiet as I began preparing breakfast. When I had a minute to

spare, I went to her and gave her a long kiss. She smiled up at me and

asked what she would wear when we went outside. I said I was thinking of

the black body suit if it wasn't too cold, or the latex leotard if it

was cold. I asked her if she was thinking of something else.

"I have been thinking of something, and if it's as warm as it was

yesterday I'd like to try it naked. Soon it will be too cold, so this

might be my last chance until spring to do it naked."

"What do you mean by naked, just shoes and the backpack?" I asked.

She grinned. "No shoes, Master, I was thinking of totally naked. As I am

right now, minus the housewear."

I stood and looked at her, smiling and shaking my head. "You're doing it

again," I said.

She looked puzzled. "Doing what?" she asked. I kept silent, then

puzzlement was slowly replaced by understanding. She lowered her eyes,

then jumped off of the stool and knelt in front of me. "I'm so sorry,

Master," she said softly.

"Stand up, Carrie," I said. She slowly got to her feet, keeping her eyes

lowered. "Look at me," I told her. She raised her eyes to mine, and I

could see a little fear. Perhaps she thought she had earned another

caning. I felt guilt all over again for the first time, and sorrow that

she might think I would do it again so soon. But I had learned from that

mistake, and we would handle these things differently from now on.

I took her hands in mine. "I'm not going to punish you, Carrie, so

relax. What I'm going to do is say, 'No, you'll climb the hill dressed

as I choose to dress you.' Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master, and I'm sorry I tried to change your plans again. I'm

trying so hard to do better, I just slipped up."

I kept hold of her hands and smiled at her. "Let's try again, minus the

apology and the excuse, which don't do anything to help us learn. Here

we go, I say, 'No, you'll climb the hill dressed as I choose to dress

you,' and you say?..."

She thought for a few moments, then she smiled at me and said, "Yes,

Master, whatever you wish."

"That was very good, Carrie," I told her. "But I think it would be even

better if you ended it with a tender kiss. That would show me that you

weren't feeling resentful because you didn't get your way. Please try

again."

Carrie took a deep breath, gave me a big smile, and said, "Yes, Master,

whatever you wish." Then she moved closer until our bodies were in

contact, and touched her lips to mine in a lingering kiss. After a few

seconds, she wrapped both arms around my neck, and the tender kiss

turned into a passionate kiss.

I put my arms around her, and we kissed for a long time. Finally I

relaxed my arms, Carrie relaxed her arms and slid them from my neck, and

she took a step back and lowered her eyes again. I put my hand under her

chin and raised her head. She looked at me again, and I said, "Unless

you're feeling resentful, or you feel that you haven't been treated

fairly, you have no reason to lower your eyes. As far as I'm concerned,

you made a request, I decided not to grant it, and we should move on."

"No, Master, I'm Ok. It's just that I'm disappointed in myself, that I

could fall into that behavior pattern again, when I'm trying so hard to

stop it."

"This is how these issues will be handled from now on, Carrie. I think

it's a better approach than letting you have your way until I have to

punish you again, and in time you'll learn when to make suggestions and

when not to. But you'll never have to fear the consequences of telling

me what you want. Do you agree with my approach?"

"Yes, Master, I do," she said, and kissed me again. Then she added a

"Thank you." I told her to set the table while I finished making

breakfast.

We made smalltalk for awhile while we ate, as if nothing had happened.

But I felt that Carrie needed to take one more step, and so I gave her

an assignment. I asked, "Do you remember last night at dinner, when I

was going to put on your housewear? You suggested that you sit in my lap

instesd."

"Yes, Master, that was a lovely way to eat dinner."

"Yes it was, Carrie. Do you know why that situation was different from

the situation in the kitchen a few minutes ago? Do you know why I was

happy to accept your suggestion last night, but not a while ago?"

She thought for a minute, then grinned. I told her that was wrong, it

wasn't because I got to eat dinner with my dick inside her. She said if

that wasn't it, she didn't know the answer. I told her I was giving her

an assignment, to think about it today, and tell me the answer before we

went to bed tonight. She said she would try her best to find an answer.