After breakfast we returned to the bedroom. I needed to find a way to

attach Carrie's reins to the rings on her labia, preferably employing

all four rings rather than one on each side. I thought of one of the

attachments she had bought for use with the rings. It consisted of a

number of small metal rods. Two rods attached directly to the rings, and

ran vertically, one on each side of her pussy. They could be attached

tightly together at their center, thus closing her two pussy lips

together. The opposite effect, holding the pussy lips stretched open,

could be achieved by attaching cross rods to the ends of each vertical

rod.

I attached the vertical rods to Carrie's rings, then tied the reins to

each bar at its center. Fortunately, the clips at the center of each

bar, that were intended to hold the bars together, also acted to keep

the reins from sliding down the bar. I stood Carrie in front of the

mirror, then stood behind her and off to one side, holding the reins. I

pulled on the left rein, and her left labia was pulled aside, revealing

more of her puffy inner labia. "Cool," she said, looking at herself in

the mirror. "You've found yet another way to open me, Master." Pulling

the right rein had the same effect on her right labia, and pulling both

reins opened her pussy wide. "Wow," she said.

"That's a stunning visual effect," I said, "too bad I'll be behind you

and unable to enjoy it while we're on the trail. But the important

question is, Does it hurt?"

"No, Master," she said. "There's no pain at all."

"Ok," I said, "then the next question is, Do you get enough sensation to

use it as a steering command?"

"I think so," she said. "I can feel vibrations transmitted through the

reins from you moving your hands, so I should be able to tell a soft

pull from a strong pull. Let's try it around the house and see."

Carrie was right, it was time for a test drive. First I snapped her

posture collar around her neck. I told her she would be wearing the

collar on all of our outings from now on, so she might as well get used

to it. Then I had her cross her arms behind her back while I blindfolded

her. Before putting in her earplugs, I told her to walk slowly until we

were communicating well through the reins.

On all of our outings until now, I had been steering her by her nipples.

When tied tightly with dental floss, her nipples were so exquisitely

sensitive that I could steer her almost by thought. Now we needed to

relearn our signals, so that she would always turn at the same rate for

the same force applied to her labia.

I flicked the reins, then immediately pulled sharply on the left rein.

Carrie started walking and simultaneously began a sharp left turn. She

turned too far, so I relaxed the left rein and pulled on the right one.

When she was pointed toward the bedroom door, I tried to produce gentle,

even pressure on both reins. I made a mental note that sometime today we

would set up the camera, and film her walking toward it as I applied

varying degrees of pressure to the reins. I was dying to see what her

pussy looked like with the labia being pulled back and forth.

After a few minutes, I could tell that things weren't going well. It was

taking too much force on the reins to start her turning, and then she

nearly always turned too far. Also, she sometimes started turning when I

was trying to keep even pressure on both reins. I stopped her and

removed the earplugs. I told her we weren't communicating very well, and

asked her if she knew why.

"The motion of my legs is tugging on the reins, Master." she said. "I

can't really tell the difference between that and you pulling on a

rein." I took her back to the bedroom and stopped her facing the mirror,

about 10 feet away. Trying to hold both reins steady, I told Carrie to

walk toward the mirror. Sure enough, her labia were pulled back and

forth as her legs moved.

"We'll have to think about this," I said. "In the mean time, you'll do

your weight training." I detached the reins, but Carrie asked me to

leave the bars attached to her rings, saying she liked the added weight.

In the spare bedroom, Carrie put on socks and sneakers, did her warmup

exercises and stretching, then began her weight routine. I walked back

and forth, observing her, and noticed for the first time that her body

was starting to show results from the weights. Her upper arms and thighs

were becoming more rounded, and I pointed that out to her. She smiled at

me, and said she was happy that her body was more attractive to her

Master now. I interrupted her exercise to kiss her, saying that her body

had always been attractive to her Master.

Carrie finished her workout, and I left her to do her cooldown exercise

and stretches while I went to the bedroom and got dressed. Putting on a

jacket and grabbing the pistol from behind the headboard of our bed, I

went back to join her. She had finished stretching, and was waiting for

me. I gave her another kiss, reattached her reins, and told her to fold

her arms behind her back. She immediately complied, and I turned and

began leading her to the back door, feeling the tension in the reins as

she took up her station behind me. Once we were out of the spare

bedroom, I gave her the "heel" command, and she smoothly walked up

beside me as I reeled in the reins.

As we neared the exit door, I gave Carrie the "back" command and she

quickly dropped back and maintained her position behind me. Once we were

outside, I made her "heel" again and walked her around for about 10

minutes. It was nearly 11:00, but the sun hadn't burned off the morning

chill, and Carrie was soon shivering. I brought her to a stop in full

sunlight, with her back to the sun.

Dropping the reins on the ground, I stepped around in front of her. I

rolled her nipples between the thumb and finger of each hand, while we

looked into each other's eyes. After a minute, I leaned forward to kiss

her, and right before our lips met I said one word to her, "Cum." We

shared a long, tender kiss while I felt her body tremble through her

nipples and lips.

When her orgasmic tremors had almost ceased, I broke contact with her

lips and released her nipples. As I was detaching the reins, I told her

to unfold her arms. When I straightened up with the reins in my hand,

Carrie stepped forward until her body was pressed against me, her eyes

lowered. "Take me to bed, please," she asked. I took her hand and led

her into the house.

I led Carrie directly to the bedroom. She steadied herself by holding

onto my shoulder while I knelt and removed her shoes and socks. I

pointed to the chair, and she shivered as she bent over the chair back.

"Don't worry, you're still not ready for a spanking," I told her. I ran

my hands over her ass and thighs, causing her to tremble, then I quickly

undressed and plunged my cock into her pussy. She cried out when I

entered her, something she didn't normally do. I stopped moving. "Did I

hurt you?" I asked.

"No, Master, I'm sorry I yelled," she said. I began fucking her slowly,

as I asked her why she yelled. "I felt such joy and relief when you

entered me, I couldn't keep quiet, Master," she said. "I'm sorry, it

won't happen again." I told her she could make any noise she wished, any

time she wished, assuming she had not been commanded to remain silent.

"Thank you, Master, sometimes it's hard to contain my emotions." she

replied.

I put a hand on each of her shoulders and pulled her to a standing

position, then removed her collar. Cupping her breasts in my hands, I

began kissing her neck. Then, with my mouth at her ear, I whispered,

"You're the love of my life, I love commanding you and watching your

perfect response. Go lay down on the bed, on your back." I stepped back,

and she groaned when my cock pulled out of her pussy. She went to the

bed and lay down, and I walked up to the bed and stood, looking down at

her beautiful body.

She reached over and took my cock in her hand. "Let me suck you,

please," she asked. I shook my head, then crawled onto the bed and

straddled her hips. I guided my cock into her, then leaned over until my

chest was pressing on her breasts. I straightened my legs between hers,

then held her waist as I rolled us over until she was on top of me. She

immediately slid down to maximize the contact between my cock and her

clit, then raised up so I could get a grip on her nipples. When she felt

me starting to stimulate her nipples, she lowered herself onto my chest

and laid her head on me. I bent my neck and kissed the top of her head,

and she began sobbing softly.

"Is there a problem, Carrie?" I asked. "If there is, you can tell me

about it, whatever it is."

"Honest to God, Master, there's no problem," she said. "I'm just so

thankful to be here with you. I live to obey your commands. I always

want to do my best for you, and I'm sorry I come up short so often."

I kissed her again. "You're my perfect Slave, Carrie. The problems we

have are communication problems. We'll figure it out soon, don't worry.

I punished you for something that was as much my fault as yours. Someday

you'll understand that, and when that time comes I hope you'll forgive

me."

She was quiet and still for a long time. Finally, she said, "It hurt so

bad, Master." After another pause, she said, "I forgive you."

"I'll never hurt you like that again, Carrie," I said.

She raised her head quickly and looked at me. "Don't say that," she

said. "You made a mistake, but you're my Master, and you have to be

willing to punish me when I deserve it. I trust you, you have to trust

yourself." I nodded my head, and she lowered her head onto my chest

again. We were still for a minute, then she said, "What does a girl have

to do to get fucked, anyway?" I laughed and began pumping my hips and

rolling her nipples between my fingers and thumbs. She sighed, and said,

"That's better."

We fucked until we couldn't fuck any more. I looked at the clock and was

surprised that it was 12:30, no wonder I was so hungry. Carrie and I

were making spoons, with my softening cock still in her ass. I kissed

her neck and asked her if she was hungry. "Starving," she said. I told

her we should go fix some lunch. Groaning, she asked if I we could get

to the kitchen without my cock coming out of her ass. I laughed and told

her to get up now, and she immediately crawled out of bed and offered me

her hand to assist me.

"Shower first, or eat first?" I asked.

"Master, I'm dripping our cum from everywhere. If I don't take a shower,

I'll be leaving a slug trail wherever I go." I groaned at her analogy,

and steered her to the bathroom. She stopped by the toilet, and I sat

her down and knelt in front of her with my hands lightly gripping her

thighs. She took my head in her hand and told me she loved me. When we

traded places, I took her head in my hand and told her I loved her too.

She laughed. "I was beginning to wonder," she said.

After showering, we went to the kitchen and fixed a quick lunch. As we

were cleaning up after lunch, I told her if we hurried we still had time

to make a run up to the picnic hill. She looked at me and said "Or?"

I grinned. "Or, we could change the sheets and go back to bed." Her eyes

sparkled as she nodded her head.

We worked together to change the sheets. Then, while Carrie took the

dirty linen to the laundry room, I flopped onto the bed on my back, my

hands behind my head. When she returned to the bedroom, I told her to

suck me until I was hard, then straddle me and put my cock into her

pussy. It didn't take her long to accomplish that.

When Carrie was sitting astride my hips, smiling down at me, I said I

wanted to watch her while she had a long, gentle orgasm. Her facial

features softened immediately, and I felt the rhythmic muscle

contractions beginning in her pussy. She cupped her breasts in her

hands, and I told her she could play with her nipples if she wanted to.

She started rolling them between the thumb and forefinger of each hand,

and her pussy gripped me harder and began pulsating faster. She started

to close her eyes and roll her head back, but I told her to keep her

eyes open and look at me. She locked her eyes onto mine, and within a

few seconds she gasped and then cried out my name. I was surprised. She

had never done that before, even when we were having sex as Bill and

Carrie.

She was silent after that, except for occasional moans and gasps. I let

her continue for nearly a minute, then told her she could stop whenever

she was ready. Her vaginal muscle contractions began to ease, and I

could see in her face that her orgasm was fading. She sat silently, our

eyes still locked. For several minutes after that, her body would

occasionally shudder. Finally she spoke. "See what you can do to me,

with just a word or a look? How does it feel to have that power over me?"

"How does it feel to surrender that power to me?" I asked her in return.

"I have no power over you except what you willingly give me. To answer

your question, I'm in awe of the power you've given me to control your

body. Now lie down beside me and let's talk for awhile."

As she climbed off and stretched out beside me, she answered my

question. "It feels like I'm free. I only have one thing to think about,

my total obedience to you. My world is reduced to just you and your

demands. And every act of obedience is a prayer that you will make more

demands."

"Why did you say my name?" I asked her.

"I don't know, Master, it wasn't something I thought about, it just

happened. I know it was wrong, I'll watch for that in the future. It

won't happen again."

"I was thinking perhaps you should use my name from now on, instead of

calling me Master. When we finally get out into the real world, calling

me Master might get us the kind of attention we wouldn't want." She

started to say something, but I raised a finger and she remained silent.

"I know," I continued, "you want to 'strut your stuff' and demonstrate

your submission to me in public. But you'll do it on my terms, when and

where I choose." She nodded her acceptance. My mind was made up that we

needed to try this.

"Unless I tell you otherwise," I told her, "I want you to call me by

name from now on. When Bill and Carrie are together, you will call me

Bill as you've always done. When you're with your Master, you will call

me William rather than Master. The only time you will call me Master is

when you're under formal speech rules. Do you understand?"

"Yes, William," she said, then she shuddered. Her eyelids fluttered and

then closed. After a few moments, she opened her eyes, smiled at me, and

said, "That made me cum. It makes me feel even more enslaved to you, to

have to use the proper form of your name. I love it." She moved closer

and gave me a tender kiss. With her lips still brushing mine, she asked,

"May I please suck your cock, William?"

"Only if you promise to cum when I do, Carrie," I answered. She giggled

at my use of her name in my reply, knowing I was gently teasing her. She

moved down to the foot of the bed and began kissing and licking my cock

and balls. At the same time she was lightly raking her fingernails over

my legs, stomach and belly. I propped my head up on some pillows to

watch what she was doing. Then she locked her eyes on mine as she opened

her mouth wide and swallowed my cock completely.

She kept me in her throat for nearly a minute, slowly moving her head up

and down while somehow causing her throat to vibrate. I was right on the

verge of coming down her throat when she pulled back, kissing the head

of my cock as it cleared her lips. While panting to catch her breath,

she smiled at me. "Not so fast, William, we're just getting warmed up"

she said.

While she teased the head of my cock with her fingers, she went back to

kissing and licking my balls, then took one into her mouth. After

sucking and licking it for awhile, she exchanged it for the other ball

and provided it the same gentle service. Then she tried to take in both

at the same time, which wasn't a good idea. She managed to get both

balls into her mouth, but it was a little too crowded in there, and I

felt quite a bit of pain. I groaned, and she immediately opened her

mouth wide and carefully removed my balls. She looked at me with a

rueful expression, and said "I guess my eyes were bigger than my mouth.

Only one at a time from now on." I smiled and told her it was Ok, and

she went back to work.

Carrie teased my cock and played with my balls for another 10 minutes,

then raised her head up and looked at me with a smile. "Are you ready

for me, William?" she asked. I nodded, and she opened wide and swallowed

my cock again. She used the same technique she had used earlier, and

when she sensed that I was about to come she pulled back enough that my

cock came out of her throat, but not all the way out of her mouth. With

her mouth open and her tongue slowly licking me, she caught her breath.

Then she closed her mouth on me again and I felt teeth on my cock.

I don't think I'm the only guy that gets nervous when he feels teeth

during a blowjob. As a matter of fact, the organization's slave training

program devoted a lot of time teaching trainees to NEVER let their

Master feel their teeth. So I tensed up when Carrie raked her teeth over

my cock. She sensed my reaction, and took her mouth off of me long

enough to say, "Please trust me, William, you couldn't be in safer

hands." She smiled and added, "or a more loving mouth."

I did trust her without reservation, so I forced myself to relax and try

to enjoy whatever she wanted to do. She closed her mouth over me, then I

felt three completely different processing taking place over the surface

of my cock. With her teeth, she clamped down tenderly just behind my

glans and began rotating her head so I felt her teeth moving around the

circumference of my dick. At the same time, her lips were extending up

and down my shaft, applying more pressure than I would have thought

possible using only her lips. While all of that was going on, she was

flicking her tongue over my glans. It was an overwhelming level of

stimulation, I came within about 15 seconds. Carrie came at the same

time, her eyes locked on mine.

When Carrie had swallowed all of my cum and cleaned my cock thoroughly,

she lay down beside me again. She was still shuddering from her own

orgasm. "Was it Ok?" she asked.

I touched her cheek with the palm of my hand. "Ok? No, Ok doesn't begin

to describe that. It was wonderful. How did you do all that at one time?"

She smiled. "It's my job, I try my best to find new ways to please you.

I'm sorry I didn't warn you in advance about the teeth."

"No, Carrie, I'm the one who's sorry. I trust you totally, and I should

have been able to prevent myself from tensing up like I did." I kissed

her tenderly on the lips, then she sighed and rolled onto her back, her

eyes closed. She held up one hand, and I took it in mine and told her I

loved her.

We lay side by side, silently holding hands, for a long time. Suddenly I

had an idea about how to attach her reins to her labia rings. "Carrie,

please get up and get your bondage belt from the mural room," I told her.

"Yes, William," she said as she rolled out of bed and headed for the

mural room. I told her to get her posture collar, too, and she again

replied, "Yes, William."

When Carrie returned with the belt and collar, I climbed out of bed and

took both of them from her. I tossed them onto the bed, then told her to

kiss me. She pressed her body against mine, put her arms around my neck,

and gave me a long passionate kiss. My dick got hard again, and she felt

it pressing against her belly. Without breaking the kiss, she gave me a

"Hmmm," as if to say "ready again so soon?" When I broke the kiss, she

looked down at my dick and grinned.

"Pay no attention to that thing, it has a mind of its own," I told her.

"I like how it thinks," she said.

I retrieved the belt and collar and put both of them on her. As I was

fastening the belt around her waist, I told her she was not under formal

speech rules. "Yes, William," she answered.

"You like calling me William, don't you?" I asked her.

She lowered her eyes. "If you didn't keep me wet all the time, I'd get

wet just from saying it. It's a big turn-on for me." She looked up at me

and smiled, then added, "Anyway, I need the practice, right?"

I gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "I never liked being called

William, the only people who ever called me that were school teachers

and my mother, when I was a kid. But when you say it, I like it a lot."

She gave me a small curtsy and a smile. "Thank you, William," she said.