When Philip opened our door the next morning, he seemed surprised we were still asleep. He was probably also surprised we weren't fucking like rabbits, the usual way he found us. Then he noticed Carrie was restrained, and he smiled. He asked her if he should come back when she wasn't tied up, and she told him not to be a smart ass. She told him what we wanted for breakfast, then looked at me for confirmation. I nodded at her, then she smiled and told Philip that was our final answer.
When Philip had gone, I reached over and kissed her. She returned my
kiss and moaned slightly. I asked her how she had slept, and she said she woke up several times, when she tried to change position in her sleep, but couldn't move. I asked her how she felt when she woke up and found herself manacled and tied in position. She said she had felt controlled, submissive, and under the command of her Master. I asked her if that was a good feeling, and she said it was a very good feeling, the best feeling short of sex.
I got out of bed and released Carrie from the rope, then unfastened her
ankle and wrist manacles, but I told her she would keep wearing the manacles until further notice. "Yes, Master," she answered. Taking her to the bathroom, I sat her on the toilet then knelt in front of her. She did her thing, then we traded positions. Finally, we took turns at the bidet, then dried one another. I asked her how her breasts felt, and she pushed them out at me, saying, "Give them a feel, and I'll let you know." I did just that, and she said they were still a little sensitive, but ready for whatever use her Master had in mind. I said I was glad, I could be needing them any time. She smiled, and said "Promises, promises."
Dressing her in her house blouse and heels, I clipped her wrists
together behind her back and led her to the dining room. Philip had coffee on the table, but breakfast had not arrived. I asked her if she could bare her ass with her hands bound, and she said sure she could, then demonstrated. We sat, and I poured each of us a cup of coffee. I prepared hers the way she liked it, then gave her a sip. She smiled and asked if she could expect to be waited on all day. I told her that in about an hour I would be using her like a mule, when she helped me get the exercise equipment upstairs. She said she helped get it downstairs, she could probably figure it out. She seemed to have come to some degree of acceptance of my recent decisions about the training room.
Philip brought out the food, and he immediately noticed that now her
hands were bound behind her back. With a wry grin, he asked me if the Slave had been acting up, and if he should put her plate on the floor for her. She laughed and told him to mind his own business, her Master didn't need any help finding ways to humiliate his Slave. With mischief in his eyes, Philip apologized, and looked at me when he said that he could never make Carrie do anything he wanted her to when she was growing up, so he was impressed that she was now with someone who could control her. She looked at me, and said, "My Master controls me totally, Philip, and I thank him for that." I decided this had gone on long enough, so I cut up a piece of cantaloupe and fed it to her. Taking his cue, Philip left.
It took us longer to eat when I was feeding her, but finally we were
both finished. I pulled out her chair and led her to the bedroom. Without unfastening her wrists, I pushed her down on the bed on her back, and attacked her pussy and clit with my lips and tongue. She started coming immediately, and continued having frequent orgasms as long as I stimulated her, about 15 minutes. when I let her up, she looked mildly dazed. She pressed her body against me and kissed me passionately on my lips. I asked her how she liked her taste, and she licked her lips and said she had never been flexible enough to find out on her own. I didn't believe it would have ever occurred to her to even try to do that, and I told her so. She laughed, and said I was right, she was all talk. I kissed her again and said she was all mine, and I was a lucky man.
I said we were going to start moving the training equipment, and told
Carrie she could dress if she wanted to. She asked to put on a pair of socks and sneakers, and remain naked other than that. I said Ok, and released her wrists so she could put on her shoes and socks. When she was shod, I told her to take off her blouse, and we got started.
As we went into the mural room, I told her that for the duration of the
job, she would not have to obey the rules of the training room. We went downstairs, and I asked her how we should approach the task. She said we should just carry the elliptical trainer up the stairs. Two people had carried it down, and she was one of them, so she thought we could get it back up. I said Ok, and asked about the weight bench. She said there was only one choice, it had to be dismantled, and she knew how to do that. We set to work, horsing the elliptical machine upstairs first. That wore me out, but didn't seem to bother her.
I watched while she broke the weight bench down into manageable pieces.
Together we started moving them upstairs. When everything was upstairs, we went back downstairs, and I told her we were looking for anything we could use upstairs, because we wouldn't be coming back here for a long time, if ever. With a grin, she picked up the crop. I told her that would be staying here, and she gave me an exaggerated frown. We grabbed a few more gadgets from the fetish drawers, then left.
When everything was reassembled, it was 10:30. I told her she would
skip her weight training today, she had already done enough exercise. I took her arm and led her back to our bedroom, where I took off her shoes and socks and clipped her wrists together behind her back. I stripped and lay down on the bed on my back. Smiling at her, I said she was so good at sucking my cock, I wanted her to try it with a handicap, no hands. She said "No problem," and crawled up on the bed and got to work. She was just as good with no hands, she had me begging to cum within 20 minutes. She held me off for another 5 minutes, then brought me to a giant orgasm. She stayed on me until she had swallowed everything and cleaned me thoroughly, then sat up and asked how it was. With a grin, I told her she should practice more, that was barely adequate. She said Ok, she would do it again right now. Covering my cock and balls with my hands, I said I was kidding, please have mercy of my cock and let it rest for a little while.
After getting dressed, I released her wrists long enough to put on her
blouse, then reattached the manacles. Putting on her heels, I took her to find Philip. He was preparing lunch for us, and said if we would be seated he would bring us some tea, followed by lunch in about 10 minutes. Carrie and I went to the dining room, where I watched as she bared her ass and sat down. Then I sat, leaned over and kissed her, and thanked her for the moving help and the blow job. "Any time," she said. She asked what was planned for this afternoon, and I told her we were taking a long walk, with many stops along the way. Grinning, she asked what we would be doing on those stops. I told her it might not be what she was thinking. Just then Philip showed up with iced tea, and I held her glass up for her to take a sip.
While I was having some tea, she said we both knew what she was
thinking we would do. So if it wasn't that, what was it? I told her it would be something like what she was thinking, but not exactly like it, and she would have to wait and see.
When lunch arrived, I split my time between feeding myself and her. It
was a light lunch, and we were soon finished. Taking her to the bathroom, I told her she would be wearing her butt plug all afternoon, so if she wanted to use the toilet now was the time. She asked about an enema, and I said she didn't need one. While she was on the toilet, she asked if she could wear her nipple clips, and I said No, I had other plans for her tits today. After her bidet and toweling, she bent over the tub without being told, and I plugged her. I then released her wrists, and told her to get her harnesses and cram them into her kit, she would be wearing them as soon as we were out of sight of the house. While she did that, I went to fill the canteen and tell Philip of our plans.
Leaving the canteen by the side door, I noticed that the sun block was
still there on the table. I took it to the bedroom, where Carrie was waiting in the Waiting Pose. I stripped her and applied sun block all over her body, then put her socks and shoes on for the hike. I said her wrists would remain free so she could carry her kit, but the manacles would stay on. She put her blouse back on for the short trip to the side door, and went to get a blanket. I put the sun block in her kit, noting she had put the harnesses in as commanded, then took the kit to the door. We met at the door and decided we had everything we needed for the trip. I removed her blouse and told her to carry the kit and blanket. I grabbed the canteen, opened the door, and we started out.
As soon as we were far enough from the house that Philip wouldn't see
us, I made her stop and get the harnesses out of the kit bag. I put them on her, stripped off my clothes, then we continued walking. After a few minutes, I asked her if the harness was irritating her breasts, and she said No. Soon we got to our first stopping point, and I had her spread the blanket and we both removed our shoes. I had her assume the Learning Pose on the blanket, and I sat cross-legged facing her, and explained what I wanted to do.
I told her that, at each stop, we could relax, drink water, talk,
whatever we felt like. But we would also spend 15 minutes with her sitting as close to me as we could get, facing each other, with my dick in her pussy. We would not move below our waists during that time, and we would not speak. We would look at one another's face during the whole time, and we could do anything we wanted with our hands except touch each other below the waist. Neither of us would cum prior to returning to the house. I asked her if she understood the plan, and she said Yes, but she didn't understand the point. I told her there might not be a point, it was just something her Master wanted to do with her. Then I asked her if she wanted some water or if there was anything she wanted to ask or talk about before we started our first 15 minutes. She said she was ready to start.
I had her move to a sitting position, then move close to me, put her
legs over mine, and wrap her legs behind my back. By the time she had done this, my dick was hard, so I guided it into her pussy and then told her to move as close as she could. When I was in her almost all the way, I set the timer on my wristwatch for 15 minutes, and asked her if she was ready to start. She said Yes, and I started the timer.
At first she had her hands on her thighs, palms up, and I was holding
her shoulders lightly with my hands. We kept silent and looked into each others eyes. After a few minutes, she smiled, then laughed. I was tempted to tell her to knock off the laughter, but I decided to keep quiet and see what she would do. She was intermittently giggling for a few minutes, then she seemed to get past the humorous phase. She put her hands on my waist, then after a few minutes started lightly rubbing them up and down my sides. I remained still with my hands on her shoulders. She started running her hands from my sides, down my hips and thighs, then back up. After doing that for a few minutes, she moved her hands to my chest, and began lightly caressing my chest and stomach. Eventually, her hands began roaming down toward my crotch, and I shook my head. She returned her hands to my sides, and stopped moving them.
She smiled at me, and a tear formed in her right eye and ran down her
cheek. I smiled back at her, and slowly moved my hands to her breasts. She sighed and continued smiling at me as I caressed her breasts and nipples. After a minute or two, I put my left hand over her right hand on my side. While my right hand continued caressing one breast, I moved her hand from my side and put it on her other breast. She seemed surprised, but didn't resist. After a little while I started moving her hand over her breast to match what I was doing. She shook her head No, but I smiled and nodded my head Yes. She started moving her hand on her own to match my motion, and I removed my hand from hers. After a minute of that, I stopped caressing her breast and began stimulating the nipple with the tip of a finger. She hesitated at first, and I nodded at her again. She began stimulating her other nipple, then sighed and smiled at me. Just then the timer alarm went off.
I put my hands on her thighs, palms up, and she placed her hands in
mine. I asked her if she enjoyed the 15 minutes, and she smiled and said Yes. Then she said would probably not believe her, but she had never tried to stimulate herself before. I told her I did believe her, and she was going to learn to do that for herself, but only under my command. I told her that, by watching how she chose to give herself pleasure, her Master would learn how he could better please her. She said her Master already pleased her, he did not need any lessons from his Slave. Still smiling at her, I said it didn't matter whether the Master needed lessons or not, the Slave would provide them whenever she was told to. She lowered her eyes, and said, "Yes, Master."
I told her that, at the next stop, we would start out like we did here,
then when the Master placed his Slave's hands on her breasts, the Slave would begin exploring, to find the kinds of stimulation that were most pleasing. The master would watch and learn. I reminded her that neither of us would have any orgasms while we were on our walk.
We were still sexually coupled, although my dick had been limp for some
minutes. I stretched out and grabbed the canteen, took a drink, then offered it to her. She took a drink, then gave me a sly grin. She said, since I wasn't going to fuck her, could she lie down and soak up the rays for a few minutes. I told her to go right ahead, and I promised her I would stay awake. She laughed. I asked her if she wanted the harnesses off, and she said if she was going to be feeling herself up, she might as well not have anything in the way. Then she looked at me and smiled. I pulled her to me and kissed her, then removed her harnesses and put them back in her bag. She lay down on her back with her arms out to her sides and her legs spread. I sat and watched her, marveling at her beauty and at how unself-conscious she had become in my presence.
After letting her lie in the sun for about 10 minutes, I told Carrie it
was time to move on. We both put our shoes on, I took the blanket, canteen, and my clothes, she grabbed her kit bag, and we set out.
At the second stop, things went as I had told her. after a few minutes
face-to-face, I took both her hands in mine and placed them on her breasts. She began exploring her breasts. I already knew that her nipples were super sensitive, and she immediately started working on them and trying different approaches to stimulation, such as finger tips, palms, finger nails, knuckles, wetting the finger or nipple or both with saliva, and various combinations of those things. She was obviously turning herself on, but I couldn't tell what techniques she was preferring to others. I would have her show me her "top 10" when we returned to the house.
She was probably getting tired of the intense stimulation to her
nipples, because she stopped working on them and started searching her breasts for areas that were more sensitive than others. She also tried various methods of contact stimulation on the skin of the breasts. Again it was hard to tell what she was finding most pleasurable, she would have to demo the best stuff later. A few minutes after she stopped working on the nipples, the timer went off. She sighed, and placed her hands in mine again. I asked her what her thoughts were. She said I must forbid her to ever do that when I was not present, she could get addicted to it. I told her that I did forbid her to ever do it except under my command, and she thanked me, and said she would never disobey her Master. Then I told her that when we returned to the house, we would go to the bedroom, and the Master would watch while the Slave stimulated herself to have a series of orgasms. During the process, the Slave would describe to the Master what she was feeling, and why particular kinds of stimulation felt better than others. She didn't like that, she said she had never masturbated herself, and she asked to please not be forced to do that. I told her she would not be forced, she would be asked. And because she had pledged to always be submissive and obedient to her Master, she would do as she was asked. She lowered her eyes and said, "Yes, Master, your Slave will obey you, now and always."
At our third stop, I told her we would do something different. We would
spend the 15 minutes with our lips just touching, but we would not kiss. We would also have our arms around each other's neck. She really had a difficult time with that one, she kept laughing and snickering, and several times kissed me. Once I broke the rules myself to tell her to knock it off. At the end of the 15 minutes, she said she was really having a hard time understanding what we were doing. I told her again that I didn't know what we would accomplish, it was just something I wanted to try, then asked her if she needed to understand why her Master was asking her to do something before she would obey. She again told me she would always obey me.
At the fourth stop, I said we would look into each other's eyes for the
whole time. That one did something to her, for about the last 5 minutes tears were streaming down her face. When the time was up, I asked her if she had been bored to tears. She said that wasn't it at all. I asked her if they were tears of sorrow or of joy. She looked at me very seriously, took my face in her hands, and said "Joy, Master."
At the fifth stop, she asked if we could just rest and talk. We had one
more stop, so I told her that would be fine. I lay down on the blanket, and she sprawled out on top of me. I thought at first she would ask for sex, but she apparently just wanted our two bodies to be in contact. We talked about this and that for awhile, then I asked her why she had sought the easy path to obedience and submission to her Master, instead of the hard path. She said she didn't understand the question. I then asked her which was easier, to always obey and submit because you know you will be punished if you don't, or to always obey and submit simply because you have promised to? And which is harder, to do what you said you would when there is no other reason to do it, or to do what you said you would because you feared the consequences of acting otherwise? She said she had never thought of it like that. I said we should move on, she kissed me, and we got up.
At the last stop, I told her I would watch her play with her breasts
again. We followed the same procedure as the second stop, and I was surprised to see that she mostly tried techniques she had not used before. She was much more inventive in her experimentation than I ever was. I had been right in thinking that she would be able to show me new ways to please her. When time was up, we both took some water, then sat silently and looked at the view for awhile. then we put our shoes on and I got dressed, I took the kit and blanket, she put the canteen strap over her shoulder and between her breasts, and we walked down the hill to the house with our arms around one another.
Back in the house, I put her heels on, put her into her blouse, and
attached her wrists behind her back. I took the kit bag, and she followed me to the bedroom. It was 3:45. I told her to go to the bathroom, then took the harnesses and sun block out of her bag. I went into the bathroom, released her wrists, removed her heels and blouse, and told her to lean over the tub. She asked if she could leave the plug in while I watched her masturbate. I said No, what if she decided she wanted to stick a finger up her ass and couldn't because it was plugged? She shrugged and bent over the tub. I popped out the plug and handed it to her. She washed it off as I had told her to. When she put the plug down and dried her hands, I took her in my arms and gave her a long kiss, which she hungrily returned. Then she said she really didn't want to masturbate, and I told her she didn't have to want to, she just had to obey her Master. She asked how she should do it.
I took her back into the bedroom and had her kneel in the middle of the
floor, facing a chair. I took off all my clothes and sat in the chair. I told her I wanted to be naked so she could immediately tell the effect she was having on me. Then I told her to start by stimulating her breast as she did outside, and describe to me how it made her feel. She should use all of the techniques I saw her use before, and explain the advantages and disadvantages of each. She took a deep breath, then started. She was only a few minutes into her demonstration, and already I had a big boner. She looked at it and smiled. I told her not to worry, it would be hers later, but not until she had finished her show. She continued, and did a pretty good job of showing me what types of stimulation she responded to and which she didn't. I concentrated on what she was telling me. I really did want to learn what turned her on, although that was not the real purpose of this exercise. The real purpose was to push her farther and farther, to let her prove to herself that she would obey me as she had said she would, without being coerced.
After she had exhausted the lessons from breast stimulation, I told her
to begin on her pussy. She said this was all new to her, and I said she already knew a lot from what I did to her that she enjoyed, just start there and improvise. She was much more inhibited here than when stimulating her breasts, but in time she did show me a few new tricks.
I decided she had gone as far as she could for the first session. I
would push her one step farther, then let her off the hook. I had her lie on her back with her pussy facing me. Then I told her to finger her pussy and her asshole at the same time until she came. She froze, and I said, "Do it now, please Carrie." She did it, but this was the first time I ever saw her having difficulty reaching an orgasm. She had been fingering herself in the ass and stimulating her clit for about 10 minutes, and she obviously wanted to come, but couldn't. I remembered an event from long ago, and I said, "You are very close, Carrie. It's yours, your Master wants you to have it, just reach out and take it. Relax, trust your Master, and give him what he wants." She came, then she thanked me.
I told her to crawl over to me and take my cock in her mouth. She came
to me with a smile, and did as I asked, then paused and looked into my eyes. I asked her if she would prefer to blow me, or that I fuck her. With my cock in her mouth, she said something that sounded a lot like "fuck me." How could I refuse? I told her to go wash her hands, then come to bed. She ran into the bathroom, and was back in record time. Diving into the bed, she thanked me for taking her another step, and asked me to please fuck her until I couldn't fuck her anymore. I did my best.
It was about 6:00 when we finished. I had Carrie go draw a hot bath,
telling her we both needed a long soak. I forced myself to get up and join her in the bathroom a few minutes later. We watched each other use the toilet, took turns on the bidet, then climbed into the bath. She turned on the water jets, and we stretched out in the tub with her on top of me. She kept "accidentally" pushing my head under the water, until I said it was my turn to be on top. Then she swore it wouldn't happen again. I asked her if she was happy, and she asked me what planet I was from, and how could I not know she was happy? I asked her if she would object to masturbating again when her Master requested her to, and she said she would do anything her Master wished, any time he wished it.
When we had dried one another, I got the rest of her bondage gear and
put it on her. Telling her to wait, I went to get her weekend "apron." Putting it on her, I told her Philip was gone for the evening, and I would have my Slave as naked as possible tonight. Then I ran my hands through her hair, and said, "But you could be made more naked still, couldn't you, my Slave?" She immediately started begging me not to shave her head. I laughed and told her I could never do that, I loved her hair, I was just joking. She said that wasn't funny, then she asked me if I would have really shaved her head when I had threatened to, her first day at the organization. I smiled and told her I really didn't know.
I attached her wrists behind her back, then told her it was time to see
about dinner, and I led her to the dining room. After watching her bare her ass and sit, I told her I would be right back. I returned in a minute with some short lengths of rope, and proceeded to secure her ankle manacles to the chair legs with rope. Then I released her wrists, only to attach them to the chair arms with rope. Finally, I attached a rope to her collar, pulled it snugly over the back of the chair, and tied it off. She was forced to sit back in the chair, and was pretty much immobilized by all her attachments to the chair. I then pulled a blindfold out of my pocket and blindfolded her.
She asked me timidly if she could speak, and I told her she certainly
could. She then asked if she had done anything today to make me angry or to disappoint me. I told her No, she had been my perfect little Slave today. Then, she asked, why was I tying her to the chair and blindfolding her? I asked her how it made her feel, and she said she felt helpless and at my mercy. I told her that was why I did it, to make her feel exactly like that. I told her she would remain like that through dinner, then went to the kitchen.
The first thing I did was open a bottle of wine and pour a glass.
Returning to my helpless Carrie, I kissed her nipples, then her lips, then I put the glass up to her lips and told her to take a sip. She did as I told her, and seemed relieved that it was wine. "Now that you are totally at my mercy, Carrie, did you think I would trick you by giving you something unpleasant to drink or eat?" I asked her. She said she was afraid I might play tricks on her when she was in this state. I told her she would just have to trust me. I reminded her that I could command her to eat or drink anything I wanted her to, whether or not she was blindfolded, and she would do it. She said that was true, but to please not trick her tonight, because being blindfolded was new to her and she felt very vulnerable. I told her to tell her Master that his Slave trusted him not to cause her any harm. She repeated what said, then I asked her if she believed what she had told me. She smiled and said of course she did, she was sorry she had worried for no reason. I again kissed her nipples and lips, fed her some more wine, and told her I was going to prepare dinner.
This was not going to be a conventional dinner, I tried to assemble as
many different flavors as I could find, to challenge her senses while she couldn't see. For myself, I made a sandwich. Retuning to Carrie, I put the food on the table and sat down. I explained to her that she would be fed a small bit of food, and after chewing it thoroughly she would have to tell me what it was before she could swallow. If she couldn't identify it, she would have to spit it out. Then I told her I needed to get an empty plate for her to spit on, and went to get the plate. Before I sat down again, I told her I wanted another kiss, and again gave each nipple and her lips a lingering kiss.
I started feeding her slowly. She was very good at identifying the
different tastes, only making mistakes when there was a mixture of different flavors in one bite. When she guessed wrong or said she couldn't identify a flavor, I would give her hints. She usually identified the food after a few hints, but there were a few she never got right, and I made her spit them out before telling her what they were. When all of her sample foods were gone, I offered to make her a real dinner if she was still hungry. She asked if she could just have a small bowl of ice cream instead, and I went to get ice cream for both of us.
As we sat at the table sharing our third glass of wine, I asked her if
she was still uncomfortable at being bound and blindfolded. She said she felt better about it now, and she was enjoying the helpless feeling, and her total dependence on her Master. Then I told her the real point of this exercise. She was in a period of adjustment. With the best of intentions, she had convinced herself that she could not be a submissive, obedient Slave without being whipped, flogged, and hit with the crop. In fact, that type of training was only necessary for those who did not wish to be Slaves, and had to be coerced into obedience and submission. She was the most willing Slave I had ever seen or heard of. For her, physical coercion was unnecessary and counterproductive. I told her that it was her Master's wish that she take the hard road, submitting and obeying her Master by her own free choice, rather than taking the easy path, letting her Master force her into the proper behavior with the threat of pain. I knew making her that challenge, to do it the hard way rather than the easy way, would be a great aid for her to adjust her thinking.
Continuing my explanation, I said that, while she was in this period of
adjustment, it was important that her dependence on her Master and her submission and obedience be emphasized. That was why she was wearing her bondage gear in the house, why she was restrained at most times, including while she slept, and why she had just been fed dinner while totally restrained and blindfolded. I told her that she had willingly allowed all of those things to be done to her, as she had willingly followed the command to masturbate herself before her Master. All of those things were reinforcing the behavior her Master wanted, that her submission and obedience would be freely given, no matter what commands or rules her Master gave her.
When I finished my rambling explanation, I asked her if she understood.
She said she did understand, and that she would always choose to obey and submit to her Master, no matter how difficult the task she was given, and she welcomed any challenge her Master would like to present her with. Paraphrasing something she had told me a few days ago, I said that life would challenge us enough, and her Master had no plans to present her with contrived tests. I kissed her, and said I was going to release her from the chair, but she would remain blindfolded for the time being.
Having removed all of the ropes, I reattached her wrists behind her
back and led her to the kitchen. I watched her sit in a chair, finding her "apron" by feel then pulling it up to clear her ass. I told her to remain seated and talk to me while I cleaned off the dinner table. The first thing she said was that she was happy I had commanded her to stimulate and masturbate herself today. She said she had always been curious about what that would be like, but she never had the nerve to try it. I told her I would give her opportunities to do it again, and reminded her to never do it except in my presence, because I loved watching her. She said she would never think of experiencing any kind of sexual pleasure except in her Master's presence, and hopefully with the participation of her Master's body.
