Carrie got to her feet and followed behind me as I walked to the

bedroom. As I led her toward the mural room. She said she needed to use

the toilet, but I refused, saying she would wait until we were

downstairs.

Before attaching Carrie's bondage gear, I took her by the shoulders and

kissed her lightly on the lips. I could feel her body trembling. I was

sure she understood that she wouldn't receive a severe punishment, since

she was merely obeying my command when she broke the rules. Therefore I

hoped she was trembling because she had psyched herself up and was

playing the fearful slave role. "Do you have anything to say to me

before I place you under formal speech rules?" I asked her.

She swallowed hard, then looked me in the eyes. "William, I'm so sorry I

broke your rules and sat down without a covering on my ass, I don't know

what came over me. I beg you to forgive me and punish me severely, so

that I will never be tempted to disobey you again." That made me feel

better, I knew she was role playing, although she was deeply immersed in

the role.

"You're forgiven, Carrie, but you will be punished severely." I put on

her bondage gear and clipped her wrists together behind her back. After

grabbing her survival kit from the bedroom, and her butt plug from the

bathroom, I led her downstairs.

"During your punishment," I told Carrie, "you will be holding an enema

solution inside you. Would you like to pee before I give you the enema?"

She shook her head, so I led her to the toilet and pointed to the dot on

the floor. She knelt and placed her head on the dot, her back perfectly

straight. I filled the enema bag with clear warm water, then carefully

pushed the fill tube into Carrie and lightly slapped her ass.

When the enema bag was empty, I pulled the fill tube out of Carrie's

ass, then immediately inserted the butt plug in its place. I told her to

get to her feet, and left her standing in the Waiting Pose while I

washed off the enema fill tube.

I walked up to Carrie, grasped her nipples between the thumb and

forefinger of each hand, and squeezed hard. She winced, but remained

silent. "Are you ready for your punishment?" I asked her.

"Master, your Slave is ready for whatever punishment its Master feels is

required, Master." It felt strange to have her call me Master again, but

she was doing exactly what I had told her to do.

I let go of her nipples. "I don't think you're quite ready for

punishment, Slave. I think you need some time in the teaching machine,

and then you will be punished." I took her to the teaching machine and

began the installation procedure.

While fitting Carrie with the harness, I said, "Lucky for you, Slave,

I'm anxious to get you into bed so I can fuck your brains out, so you'll

only spend 15 minutes in the teaching machine, and then receive the

punishment you've earned." I was behind her when I said that, and as I

moved back in front to attach her ankle electrodes, I saw the lingering

traces of a smile on her face.

After applying the conductive grease to Carrie's nipples and areolas, I

put the machine in Test mode and made sure she could activate both

switches with her nipples. I set the average delay time to 15 seconds,

switched the machine to Operate, then turned my back on Carrie and

walked up to the Master's area. I noted the time, then took a soft drink

from the refrigerator and sat down on the couch to wait.

At the end of 15 minutes, I walked back to the teaching machine and

switched it off. "Very good," I told her, "62 successes and no

failures." Carrie smiled at me, but I could see the pain on her face

from the enema filling her. She was probably starting to have mild

cramps.

I quickly extracted her from the machine and wiped the grease from her

breasts and ankles. I started leading her by the arm the short distance

to the punishment stage. She was shaking by the time I helped her up the

few stairs onto the stage. I stood in front of her and caressed her

breasts while I explained what would happen. I reminded her that, the

last time she had been punished here, she had let go of the ropes

without permission. I told her that she had a choice this time. She

could hold the ropes herself, without being bound, or she could be bound

in place for her punishment. If she chose to be bound, the punishment

would be twice as severe. But if she chose to hold the ropes herself,

then let go before being given permission, she would then be bound and

receive twice the punishment. Then I commanded her to give me her choice.

"Master, your Slave will hold the ropes without being bound, Master,"

she said. I kissed her on the lips, feeling her tongue dart out to meet

mine, and told her that was the answer her Master wanted to hear. She

gave me a weak smile, but by now she was shaking badly. Since I had

brought up the previous punishment, I worried that she thought I was

going to cane her again, but then I decided that wasn't likely. In fact,

all I intended to do was give her a light flogging, which would give her

more pleasure than pain.

I moved Carrie into position, then helped her stretch out her arms and

grab the ropes with each hand. finally I had her open her legs wide,

until she was standing on the balls of her feet and hanging by her hands

from the ropes. I picked up the flog and walked around in front of her.

While slowly caressing her breasts with the flog, I had her repeat the

reasons for her punishment. She did, of course, but she left out the

part where I commanded her to commit the offense for which she would be

punished. I told her I loved her, then began flogging her.

I followed the usual pattern for a full body flogging, starting above

her breasts and ending just above her knees. I flogged her with about

the same intensity I had used during our first wedding ceremony, which I

knew she could easily tolerate.

When I had finished her front side, I moved to the back and began at her

shoulder blades. As I worked my way down, listening to her sobs, gasps,

and sniffles, I realized that I would soon have to decide what to do

about her ass - whether to flog or to skip it. I decided to flog

everything that wasn't bruised. By now the bruised area had shrunk to a

band about an inch and a half wide, which I just skipped over as I moved

down her ass with the flogging.

When I reached the bottom of her thighs, just above the knees, I stopped

and returned to her front. Holding the flog down in front of her, I

quickly flicked it up a few times across her pussy. Then I stood quietly

in front of her until she raised her tear-filled eyes and looked at me.

"Your punishment is complete," I told her. "This would be a good time to

drop to your knees as an act of submission to your Master, and to thank

him for your punishment."

Carrie let go of the ropes and knelt in front of me. Walking up to me on

her knees, she crossed her wrists behind her back, then bent and kissed

each of my feet. Finally she placed her forehead on the floor between my

feet and thanked me for flogging her.

I let her stay in that position for about a minute, hoping she would get

the urge out of her system for awhile. Then I told her to stand up, and

she quickly obeyed, keeping her wrists crossed behind her back. Tears

were still running down her face as she stood with her eyes downcast. I

told her to look at me, and she slowly raised her eyes to meet mine. I

told her that she was on informal speech, and I wanted to know what

Carrie was feeling right now.

Carrie moved closer, until our bodies were in contact. She raised her

arms and put her hands on either side of my face. "Thank you for a

wonderful day, William," she said. "I love you more each day, you are my

true Master, now and forever." She kissed me, smiled, and added, "When

can you start fucking my brains out?"

"Right now," I answered. "Would you like to hold the enema while we

fuck?"

"Whatever you decide, William, but I'd prefer not."

Taking her hand and starting for the door, I said, "Then we'll get rid

of it upstairs."

As I removed Carrie's bondage gear in the mural room, I asked her if she

minded being commanded to break the rules, and if I had punished her too

hard. She smiled, and said, "It was fun breaking your rules while you

were standing there watching me do it. I would never intentionally do

that on my own; but since you commanded to do it, that made it Ok.

Please, let's do it again sometime.

"As for the punishment, I would rate it not too hot, not too cold, but

just right. Of course, if I'd chosen on my own to break the rules, I

would expect something much worse than a flogging. I tried to build it

up in my mind, so I'd believe it was going to be much worse. I was

pretty scared by the time we got to the punishment area, and very

relieved when you told me it was over."

In the bathroom, Carrie knelt in the correct Pose while I removed the

plug from her ass. As she carefully stood up and sat on the toilet, I

told her to release the enema fluid. Then I left her alone in the

bathroom while I quickly stripped then went to get us some wine.

I returned in a few minutes with a glass of wine, and offered it to

Carrie. She thanked me and took a sip. Then I sat on the edge of the tub

and watched her for a few minutes. I asked her if she was finished.

"Yes, William, thank you," she said. I put down the glass of wine and

knelt in front of her and kissed her, then we traded places. After we

both used the bidet, we toweled one another dry.

"Shower, or bed?" I asked.

"Bed, shower, bed," she said with a smile. I gently pushed her against

the bathroom wall and slipped my cock into her pussy. She wrapped her

arms around my neck and then wrapped her legs around my hips. "Let's

go," she said. I walked to the bed and gently laid her down, then lay

down beside her. We looked into each other's eyes for a long moment,

then Carrie giggled and asked, "When do we get to the part where you

fuck my brains out?"

"We'll start any time you wish," I answered, "but I'd like to just lie

here and look at you for a few minutes. You are so beautiful, so

intelligent, and such a pleasure to be with. I'll make tomorrow an

easier day for you, you've earned a vacation."

Carrie put a hand to my cheek. "I don't want a vacation from you,

William," she said. "Command me every minute of every day. I'm happy

doing anything you wish, any time you wish it."

After a moment, she rolled onto her back and laughed. Then she yelled at

the ceiling, "Who else in the whole fucking universe could give me the

experience of intentionally breaking the rules and being punished for

it, without actually being disobedient and without actually being

punished? Nobody, that's who!" She rolled back to face me, then climbed

on top of me and kissed me hard. She said, "Sometimes I think I must be

imagining you, nobody could know me like you do, nobody would do the

things you do for me, especially knowing I'll obey no matter how you

treat me."

"When you had me brought here," I said, "you must have had some

expectations, some idea of how your life would be lived as my Slave. How

different is it now from what you expected?"

She looked at me for a long moment, then tears welled up in her eyes and

begin running down her face. She started to speak several times, but

then stopped. Finally she put her head down on my chest, whispered, "I

can't," and then started bawling. I wrapped my arms around her and

waited.

Carrie cried for nearly 10 minutes. She was still sobbing when she

finally raised her head and looked at me with red, tear-filled eyes.

"That bad, huh?" I said.

She hit me lightly on the chest with a fist. "No, dummy, that good," she

sobbed. Then she slid up a little and started kissing my face. She

kissed me for a few minutes, until finally her tears were almost gone.

She cupped my face between her palms and looked into my eyes. Then,

still sniffling, she tried to answer my question.

"I remembered all the things we said during our short time together at

the organization. I loved you even then. I didn't think you loved me,

but I didn't think that mattered. I wanted to be your Slave, and I

thought you wanted to be my Master, at least for awhile. I didn't think

you would be unnecessarily cruel to me. Based only on that, I decided to

have you brought here.

"After I argued until I was hoarse, and then made threats they knew I

wouldn't carry out, Philip and Mr. Collins finally agreed to bring you

here.

"I thought you would continue my training. I expected to be kept in the

basement, whipped, fucked, humiliated, and starved, until I was able to

behave as you would demand. I really didn't know what would happen after

that.

"I was stunned when you wanted me to leave the basement right after you

found me. I couldn't understand why you would do that. I kept hoping if

I just humored you, you would take me back to the basement, train me,

and make me whatever you wanted me to be.

"When I finally began to see what you wanted from me, I thought, 'Why

doesn't he just tie me up, whip me and fuck me? Why is he making it so

complicated?' Then it finally sank in that you cared about me, and you

weren't going to let me be your slave unless I was first your partner.

"When you talked about a partnership at the organization, I thought you

meant you were going to let me cum during sex. I didn't know you

expected me to be a real partner, a lifemate. I never imagined you would

love someone who would submit totally to your smallest whim."

Carrie rested her head on my chest again, but kept talking. "I'm sorry

I've been babbling, I'll try to answer your question. You've given me

the structured environment I craved. You make me feel like a slave, like

I have no refuge, nowhere to hide from you, no alternative to obeying

you. Yet you let me out of that straightjacket any time I want out. You

give me the pain I need and the domination I crave, yet you make me know

I'm perfectly safe. You've shown me what a true partnership is, and

you've shown me what true love is, and you've shown me how to have fun.

If you left tomorrow, I would always be grateful for what you've given

me these last few weeks."

She raised up again and looked at me. "You give me everything," she

said. "You give me what I want, what I didn't even even know I wanted,

and what I need." Tears started running down her cheeks again. In a

choking voice, she said, "It's like you were made for me, and I was made

for you. I'm so thankful we're together." She started crying again, and

I eased her head down onto my chest.

"You're everything I ever wanted in a woman, and you're the only woman

I'll ever want," I said. "I'm thankful we're together, too. Rest now,

we've got all the time we need, to do all the things we want. Never

doubt that I love you, and I'll be with you as long as you want me."

"Forever," she said in a whisper, still softly sobbing. She quieted down

after awhile, and then I heard the steady breathing that meant she was

asleep. I didn't want to roll her off of me, because that would probably

wake her up. So I lay still, listening to Carrie breathe, and at some

point I also fell asleep.

She was kissing me when I woke up. "I thought you were going to fuck my

brains out," she said.

"You were exhausted, you needed a nap. Obviously, I needed a nap too. We

can fuck any time," I said.

She grinned. "Now?"

I looked at the clock, it was only 9:30. "Now's a good time."

"I'll work, you watch," she said as she moved down and took my cock in

her mouth. She had me hard in a matter of seconds, then she sat

straddling my hips and guided my cock into her vagina.

After fucking me for a few minutes, she leaned forward and rested her

palms on my chest. "Did I answer your question?" she asked. I nodded.

"Then I'd like to ask you a question, but it's Ok if you don't want to

answer." She laughed and blushed slightly. "William, I didn't mean ..."

I smiled and put my hands on hers. "I know what you meant. I'll gladly

answer any question you want to ask, if I know the answer."

She took a deep breath. "When did you fall in love with me?" she asked.

I smiled up at her, then thought about it for a few moments. I finally

said, "Well, it wasn't an event, it was a process. And the process isn't

finished yet, I'm still falling in love with you.

"It started at the organization, as admiration and respect for the

difficult path you had chosen, and the poise and determination you

showed under stress. Everything I saw there and here, every new

situation you've faced and dealt with, every time you showed

individuality when you knew you'd probably suffer for it, everything

about you led me to love you. You're a strong willed, highly intelligent

woman who's chosen the life of submission, and you have to deal with

that struggle every waking second. What's not to love?"

Carrie smiled. "You make me feel loved, William, and I was curious. I

had no right to ask that question, and I'm grateful to you for giving me

an answer."

"I give you the right to ask me any question, any time, Carrie. I want

to be as open to you as you are to me. Now stretch out on top of me,

your face is too far from mine."

She lay down on top of me. Instead of scooting down to maximize contact

with her clit, she slid up a little and kissed me. "I'll stay up here

for awhile," she said, "I need some heavy duty kissing."

"Who taught you to kiss like you do, anyway?" I asked. "I know it wasn't

me, because you're the only woman whose ever been able to make me hard

just by kissing me."

"I've never been a good kisser," she said. "But when I kiss you, I feel

like we're flowing into each other, filling each other with our love.

Maybe you sense how intense my feelings are when you kiss me. Maybe

that's what gives you a woody. I'm glad my kisses give you so much

pleasure."

Stroking her hair with one hand, and caressing her ass with the other, I

told her between kisses that everything about her gave me pleasure. We

shared one last passionate kiss, then I told Carrie to slide down so I

could give her as much pleasure as possible.

We cycled through our favorite sexual positions several times. I was

feeling the strain, but I wanted to stay with it until Carrie was

satisfied. At last she rolled off of me onto her back, and said, "You

did it, you've fucked my brains out. I have to stop for awhile."

I looked at the clock, it read 11:05. "What would you like to do,

Carrie?" I asked. "We could grab a bite to eat, dance awhile, go to

sleep, whatever you'd like."

She thought for a moment, then said, "We could get some sleep, then try

a run up to the picnic hill first thing in the morning." Then she

quickly added, "If you'd like to, William."

"You could try out the latex leotard," I said. I got out of bed and

pulled Carrie after me. "Let's shower and sleep for awhile, then climb

the hill before breakfast."

"Yes, William," she said as she followed me into the bathroom.

I woke up a little before 6:00. I kissed Carrie awake and asked her if

she still wanted to climb the hill this morning. "Whatever you wish,

William," she answered sleepily.

"Not what I wish," I said, "what Carrie wants to do this morning. Climb

the hill, sleep in, fuck, anything you want to do."

"I like all of those," she said. "Could we climb the hill, fuck, come

down the hill, eat breakfast, fuck, then take a nap?"

"We can absolutely do that," I said with a kiss. After we used the

toilet, I dressed Carrie in her latex leotard, socks and walking shoes,

then put on her belt, wrist manacles, and posture collar. I opened the

zippers covering her breasts and crotch. Seeing her in the leotard and

collar made me so hot, I had to grope her for awhile, but I stopped when

she asked me to take her back to bed.

We rounded up all of our equipment and attached it to the backpack

frame, then Carrie dressed me. I helped her into the backpack and

attached her wrist manacles to it, then knelt in front of her and began

eating her pussy. When I had her wet and moaning, I stood and began

stimulating her nipples. "You taste delicious this morning," I told her

as I leaned forward and gave her a wet kiss. "Tell me how badly you need

to be fucked right now," I said.

"I'm wet and horny, and I need you to fuck me, William," she said,

licking her lips and looking into my eyes. Then she lowered her eyes and

added in a whisper, "Please."

"Look at me," I said. She met my gaze again. "I'll fuck you as much as

you want on top of the hill. But I want you to stay wet and horny until

we get there. I want to see you dripping all the way up the hill. Any

time I stop you and feel your pussy, I want it to be as wet as it is

now. You may not cum until you feel my cock inside you, at the top of

the hill. Do you understand?"

"I understand, William, I'll try my best," she said quietly.

"Please answer me again, Carrie, substituting 'obey' for 'try my best',"

I told her.

In a clear, strong voice, she said, "I understand, William, I will obey

you."

I kissed her, then closed the zippers over her breasts, telling her I

wanted two toasty tits to warm my hands on at the top of the hill. After

attaching her reins to the bars on her labia rings, I threaded them

through the D-rings at each side of the belt. After putting on my

jacket, I grabbed the pistol from the headboard of our bed. Finally I

blindfolded her and put in her earplugs, and we were ready to go.