"Your curtsies are a turn-on for me," I told her. "What made you think

of doing that?"

She blushed. "I would rather kneel at your feet," she said, "but I know

that makes you uncomfortable. The curtsy lets me openly express my

submission and respect without annoying you. It's a good compromise,

right?"

"It is a good compromise, Carrie," I said. "But your kneeling didn't

annoy me, I just thought it was inappropriate. If you find it pleasant

to kneel at my feet occasionally as a sign of your submission, feel free

to do so. I just don't want you to do it as a sign of adoration or

worship. Do you understand?"

She took my hands in hers, then dropped to her knees and bowed her head

as far as the collar would allow. "I do understand, William. Thank you."

I let her remain on her knees for a few seconds, then gently pulled her

back to her feet and kissed her. "Of course, you'll only do that when

we're alone together," I warned her. She nodded her head in agreement

and thanked me again.

I retrieved the reins from where I had dropped them earlier in the day.

Returning to Carrie, I knelt at her feet to attach the reins. "My turn

to kneel before you," I said with a smile. She grinned. I asked her if

it had bothered her to leave the vertical bars attached to her rings

during our sexual activities. She said they had been no bother at all,

but she had been constantly aware of the added weight.

After reattaching the reins to her bars, I threaded each rein through

the D-ring at either side of her bondage belt. Carrie positioned herself

several paces in front of the mirror, and then walked toward it as I

held steady pressure on the reins. Her labia didn't move as she walked.

We smiled at each other, and she said it was time for another test drive.

Carrie folded her arms behind her back while I put on her blindfold. I

told her we would do without the earplugs, so we could talk about her

experience during the test. I took her reins in my fingers and started

her moving with an immediate sharp turn away from the mirror. Soon after

she started walking, I could tell her sensitivity to my commands was

much better. Once we got out of the bedroom, it proved easy to provide

the frequent small corrections she needed to keep her walking in a

straight line. I took her into the kitchen and circled her around the

island that contained our stove and sink, then guided her into the

dining room and once around the table. Then we went into the living

room, where I took her around the couch twice, once in each direction.

Stopping at the rear outside door, I asked her how she felt. She said

everything felt fine, except that the reins pulled upward on her labia

rather than pulling outward. I asked her if it hurt her when I pulled on

the reins. She said No, it didn't hurt, it just felt odd. I pointed out

to her that when we attached the reins to her nipples and ran them over

her shoulders, they also pulled up rather than to the side. She agreed,

and said it was just a feeling she would have to get used to.

We talked about her sensitivity, and we both came to the same

conclusions. She was much more sensitive to steering commands when the

reins were attached to her nipples. But we both wanted to use the labia

for steering, so we agreed to try a few runs and see how it worked out.

Without saying anything to Carrie, I dropped her reins and left for the

bedroom to get dressed. I knew that, whether I was gone for ten minutes

or three hours, I would return to find her waiting exactly as I left

her. After dressing, I put on my jacket and grabbed the pistol. Then I

took a pair of her cotton socks and sneakers, and returned to her. She

held onto my shoulders as I put on her shoes and socks, then immediately

refolded her arms behind her back. It was 4:00, and I thought we would

have plenty of time for a short trip up to one of the closest clearings.

I opened the door and drove Carrie outside, only to discover that a cold

rain was falling. That was the first rain I could remember in the time I

had been here. I asked Carrie if this happened often, and she answered

that it almost never rained, but last year about this time was when she

remembered the most rainy periods. I almost decided to take her back

inside. But, conidering we had agreed we were going to try this in

freezing, snowy weather, I thought we might as well have a trial run in

the cold rain.

After closing and locking the door, I started Carrie moving, steering

her toward the gentle trail to the clearing we called fucking stop 1.

Before we had gotten 50 feet from the house, her beautiful mane of

reddish brown hair was saturated with water and plastered to her head

and shoulders. I could see the water running down her back in rivulets.

She was gooseflesh all over, and starting to shiver.

It took us nearly 10 minutes to get to our destination. Carrie was

shivering hard and generally looking miserable. I stopped her in the

middle of the clearing and removed her reins. "On your back, with your

arms at your sides." I told her. She unfolded her arms, then gingerly

sat down and felt around her. When she understood her environment as

well as possible without being able to see, she stretched out on her

back with her arms at her sides and her legs spread. When her back came

into contact with the cold, wet vegetation, she gasped, but then lowered

her head to the ground and remained still. I stood looking down at her

shivering body for a minute. "Are you feeling submissive, Carrie?" I

asked her.

"Yes, William, thank you," she said, "I love you."

"Would you like to get up and go home now?" I asked.

"Yes, William, but would you please fuck me first?" she asked.

I knelt between her legs, unzipped my jacket, then unfastened my pants.

Taking my penis in one hand, I stretched out on top of her as I pushed

it into her pussy. She sighed as she felt my cock sliding into her. "Put

your arms around me, under my jacket, I'll try to warm you up," I told

her. She immediately hugged me and squeezed me to her, whispering that

she loved me. I began fucking her hard, hoping to cum as quickly as

possible. She could cum any time she wanted to, but she wouldn't think

we had really fucked in the rain unless I came, too.

My jacket was waterproof, but my pants weren't. A few minutes after I

lay down on top of Carrie, my ass and legs were wet and cold. I was

trying to concentrate on pleasing the beautiful woman beneath me,

knowing that no matter how miserable I got, she was the naked one. Her

teeth were chattering now, so I told her I was trying my best to cum so

we could go home. "Kiss me," she said.

Wearing the posture collar, she couldn't turn her head to my lips, so I

twisted my head around as much as I could to compensate. When our lips

met, she began giving me the most sensuous kiss I could ever imagine.

She made the rain and cold fade into the background as I felt a warmth

spreading into me from her lips. I was thinking that angels must kiss

like this, then I felt my orgasm starting to build. She knew it was

coming as soon as I knew, I felt the grin form on her lips. Within

seconds we came together. We continued to kiss for awhile as our orgasms

ran their course.

When our lips finally separated, I reached up and took off her

blindfold. She looked at me and smiled, as the rain dripped off of my

head onto hers. "My love, my life," she said. I noticed she wasn't

shivering any more.

I got to my knees, then pulled Carrie to a sitting position. I quickly

took off my coat and put it on her. She didn't object, she zipped up the

front of the jacket while I zipped my pants. I stood up and pulled her

to her feet, then we ran home hand in hand.

When we were back inside, I told Carrie to go to the bathroom and get

under a warm shower, and that I would join her in a minute. She put a

hand on my arm and kissed me on the lips. "Thank you, William," she said

as she looked into my eyes.

"You're thanking me for making you cold, wet, and miserable?" I asked

her with a grin.

"I'm cold and wet, I'm not miserable." she said. "Thank you for

understanding what I need, and for being strong enough to give it to

me." Then she ran to the bathroom.

I stripped and took my wet clothes to the laundry room. Carrying my keys

and shoes, I went to the bedroom. Starting at the bedroom door, I saw

Carrie's trail to the bathroom in discarded jacket, shoes, and socks. I

picked up the jacket, took the pistol out of the pocket, and put it back

in its hidden location behind the headboard of our bed. After hanging up

the jacket, I joined Carrie in the bathroom. She was under the shower as

I had ordered. She hadn't removed her posture collar, so that was the

first thing I did when I joined her in the shower.

"I didn't think I had the right to remove that, William," she said as I

unfastened the collar. I kissed her and told her she had done the right

thing, and anyway the collar was designed for continuous use, so the

shower wouldn't damage it as long as it was dried off afterwards.

"So when you threatened to make me wear it for a month, you really meant

24 hours a day for a month?" she asked.

"I sure did," I answered. "Do you remember what else I told you, about

how you would feel when I took it off after a month?"

She shivered. "You said I would ask you to put it back on me." She

looked into my eyes with a pleading look. "William, please don't make me

go that far," she said.

"We'll see," was all I said. I would never make her wear that collar for

a month. But, now that I knew it was something that bothered her, I very

well might make her wear it several days, to find out what her concerns

were.

I soaped Carrie thoroughly, and then she did the same for me. She asked

permission to suck my cock, and I told her that would be nice, but she

would do it in bed after we had dried off. I pushed her against the wall

and plunged my cock into her pussy, but all I did was kiss her tenderly

for a minute or so, then withdrew and turned off the water. She sighed,

but obediently got out of the shower and began toweling me dry.

I led Carrie by her labia into the bedroom and pushed her down onto the

bed. She lay as she fell, awaiting a command from me. I crawled onto the

bed and flopped onto my back. "You wanted to suck my cock, now's the

time," I told her.

"Thank you, William," she said, and crawled into position between my

legs.

"Not like that," I told her. "Swing around and put your pussy where it

belongs, over my mouth."

She smiled. "Yes, William," she said as she crawled around to straddle

my head. I told her to lie down on top of me with her legs spread, which

she did. Kissing her on her pussy, I told her she didn't have to do

anything but enjoy the ride, if that was her choice. In response, she

engulfed my cock with her mouth and began driving me crazy with her

teeth, lips, and tongue. I told her I couldn't last long under that kind

of stimulation.

She raised her head off of my cock long enough to say, "What a wuss,"

then went back to work. I began stimulating her pussy and clit as

intensly as I could, determined that I would get her off before she made

me cum. I did my best to tune out all of the sensations flooding in from

my dick, and concentrated on what I was doing to Carrie's pussy and clit.

I lost the contest, but Carrie could always turn my loss into a tie. I

came hard, and Carrie came a second later, flooding my mouth with her

cum. I caught everything I could, but some got by me and ran down my

face.

It was a source of fascination to me, the way Carrie's body was racked

by tremors for several minutes after a strong orgasm. The trembling

would die out for a few seconds, sometimes as long as ten seconds, then

would suddenly start again. I knew she was extremely sensitive during

this time, so I stopped licking and sucking and used only gentle kisses

on her labia and her still-exposed clit. Simultaneously, she was gently

licking my cock and catching the last of my cum. We both decided to

uncouple at the same time, and Carrie gently rolled off of me and then

turned around until we were lying side by side.

I rolled onto my side facing Carrie, then pulled her onto her side. She

hooked her top leg over mine and pulled our lower bodies together. We

looked into each other's eyes for a time, then shared a long tender

kiss. "You're my perfect lover," I told her. "I feel like you know what

I want from you before I know it myself."

She chuckled. "I told you, it's my job. I'm glad you approve of my job

performance. And by the way, it seems exactly the same to me, that you

know what I would like you to do before I know it myself."

I pulled her up on top of me. My cock was already stiff enough to push

it into her. "Don't move," I told her, "let's just stay like this for

awhile."

"I love this feeling," Carrie said. "I'll keep you hard as long as you

want." She began pulsing her vaginal muscles slowly.

We looked into each other's eyes for several minutes. Finally I decided

to ask her the question that was on my mind. "Why are you afraid that

I'll make you wear the collar for a month?"

Carrie looked at me without speaking for a long time, then she said,

"The collar is irrelevant, make me wear it for a year if you wish. The

part that scares me is the part where I would ask you to put it back on

if you removed it." She stopped speaking for awhile, and I waited her

out.

"Don't break me, William," she finally said. "If you break me,

everything will be different, and you won't like it. The way I respond

to you, for better or worse, results from my choice. I choose, from one

second to the next, to be your Slave. I think you like the way I respond

to you, the way I fight my enslavement, but in the end I'm always still

your Slave. You can break me if you choose to, you're the only one who

could. But if you do, I'll be the "general purpose slave" the

organization would have turned me into. Trust me, if you leave me my

free will, I will always choose to be your Slave, you don't need to

break me."

Tears were pooled in my eyes, slowly running down my cheeks. "I don't

want to break you, ever," I told her. "I love that you choose freely to

submit to me, that's exactly how I want it. Will you please tell me if

you think I'm doing anything to endanger that? You're right, I would

hate it if you ever became my mindless slave."

She smiled and kissed me. "If neither of us wants that, then we won't

let it happen. You're my Master and I'm your Slave, now and forever."

We lay still for another few minutes, then Carrie said she was hungry.

After we had waited on each other at the toilet and bidet, I brushed

Carrie's hair. Then, on a whim, I dressed her in an open front bra,

stockings and garter belt, and high heels.

I took her to the mirror and had her stand in front of it while I stood

behind her and ran my hands over her body. When I sensed she was

becoming aroused, I whispered in her ear, "I want you to sit normally,

with nothing covering your ass. Then, after dinner, I'll take you

downstairs and punish you for breaking my rules."

I felt a shiver run through her body, as a faint smile came to her lips.

"Yes, William," she whispered.

We walked to the kitchen hand in hand. I told Carrie to sit down and

talk to me while I made dinner, then I watched her while she sat on the

stool. Once she was seated, her eyes met mine for an instant before she

lowered her eyes and blushed. "Interesting," I said, then started

collecting what I needed for dinner.

"How did you like fucking in the rain?" I asked her as a conversation

starter.

She laughed. "Loved the fucking, hated the rain," she said.

"So you wouldn't want to do it again?" I asked. I looked at her. She was

sitting with her hands resting on her thighs, palms up. "Play with your

nipples, but don't cum," I told her. Her hands immediately went to her

breasts, and she began pulling, pinching, and rolling her nipples.

"Slowly," I said, and she slowed down. Her eyes were downcast, so I told

her to look up at me and keep looking at me while I worked. I went back

to preparing dinner.

"You didn't answer, would you want to fuck in the rain again?"

"Any time you wish, William," she said, barely above a whisper.

I opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses, then took a glass to

Carrie. "You can stop playing with your nipples now," I said, then

offered her the wine. "One hand for your wine glass, the other hand can

start working on your pussy," I told her, then turned back to my work.

I tried to initiate small talk, but Carrie would only give me short

answers or comments to what I said. Finally she pleaded, "William, may I

please cum now?"

"No," I said, "not until we're fucking. But you may stop playing with

yourself if it's becoming too difficult for you."

"Thank you, William," she said, and put her free hand on her thigh. The

stool seat was covered with her juices, so I fetched a towel from the

linen closet, then had Carrie stand while I gently dried her off. After

wiping the stool dry, I told her to sit down. Again she blushed and

lowered her eyes, as she sat down in violation of the rules, and again I

reminded her to keep looking at me.

When dinner was ready, I took everything to the dining room, leaving

Carrie seated in the kitchen. After I took my seat at the dining room

table, I called to her to join me. When she entered the dining room, I

said, "I've been waiting for you, sit down so we can eat." I watched her

as she set her wine on the table, then pulled out her chair and sat

down. "That's going to cost you, later," I told her.

"I know," she whispered, as she pulled her chair up to the table. She

took a deep breath, sat up very straight, then gave me a dazzling smile

and said, "Dinner looks great, shall we eat?"

As we began eating, Carrie's mood lightened and she became more

talkative. We both tried to steer our conversation toward

inconsequential subjects, wanting to keep the mood light. Twice while I

was talking, Carrie put her hand on the table, and I put my hand in

hers. Both times she gave my hand a squeeze while looking into my eyes

and smiling, then released me.

When we finished eating, I had Carrie remain seated at the table while I

put all the dirty dishes and utensils in the dishwasher and started it.

When I returned to her, I showed her a blindfold and a bowl of ice

cream. "Time for your ice cream torture," I told her. She gave me a big

grin and clapped her hands together.

I had Carrie open her legs wide, then I tucked a napkin under her legs

and crotch to catch any runoff. I removed all of her clothing. After I

blindfolded her, she rested her head against the back of her chair.

Kneeling in front of Carrie, I played with the ice cream, mashing it up

with a spoon until it was in a semi-frozen, mushy state. I fed Carrie a

small spoonful, then put a small amount on her left breast, above her

nipple. She gasped when she felt the cold ice cream, then remained

still. I waited until the slushy ice cream started running down her

breast, then caught each drop as it ran off of her nipple, being sure to

stimulate the nipple with my tongue as I lapped up the ice cream.

When her left breast was clean, I gave her another small spoonful, and

then repeated the whole process on her right breast. By the time her

right breast had been licked clean, she was starting to moan and her

breathing was becoming shallow and fast.

Next, I put a spoonful of ice cream between her breasts, then watched as

it melted and ran down her stomach. As it pooled in her navel, I licked

it up. I let the occasional drop get past the navel, and watched as it

ran toward her vulva, only to catch it with my tongue a few inches short

of the target.

By the time I was ready for the last phase of her torture, Carrie was

having a hard time staying still. I asked her if she wanted to be tied

to the chair, but she said No, she could control herself a little

longer. I fed her some more ice cream, then put a big spoonful on her

navel. It took a long time before it started running down her belly, and

I let it flow until several rivulets had entered the folds of her pussy.

She was moaning constantly now, and I knew she would have to ask

permission to cum soon.

When the ice cream reached the lower part of her pussy, I began lapping

it up before it dripped onto the napkin. After a minute of waiting for

the ice cream to come to my tongue, my tongue started following its

path, up through the folds of her pussy. "Please, William," she moaned.

As soon as my tongue contacted her clit, she bucked. I was afraid she

had cum, giving me another reason to punish her, but it wasn't an

orgasm. I broke contact long enough to say "Obey!," before plunging my

tongue deep into her pussy.

She was panting now, and groaning through clenched teeth. I could feel

the muscles tightening in her pussy as she tried to maintain control of

her body. After another minute, I began slowly reducing the level of

stimulation I was giving her, until finally I kissed her clit and broke

contact. I watched her blindfolded face for a few minutes as she slowly

relaxed, then I stood and kissed her on the lips. Removing her

blindfold, I asked her if she was Ok.

Looking into my eyes, she said, "Yes, William."

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