Thursday, 6 August 2015

Training Carrie, chapter 11


novel by Jay West

Training Carrie by Her Master

by Jay West

Chapter 11

  I poured a glass of cold water, then put a pillow under head and slowly
fed her the water. After half a glass, she indicated that was enough, so I
finished the glass. I asked her if she really wanted to sleep down here
tonight, wouldn't she prefer the comfortable bed upstairs? She said she
really wanted to spend a night in her Slave bed, but it was Ok with her if
I left her there and went upstairs for the night. I told her that would
never happen. Where she was, I was.

    I told her that it was a mistake to put her in the machine, that she
would never be subjected to that again. She told me not to say never, that
there might come a day when both of us would want to see her in the machine
again. I asked her what could possibly make that happen. She said she
didn't know, but neither of us could rule it out. I didn't understand where
she was coming from, but it seemed like she wanted the machine to remain
available, so I decided to just forget about it and ignore it.

    I asked her if she would like to sit up and share a glass of wine with
me, and she said that would be very nice. I let her keep the blanket over
her body, with just her arms and head uncovered. I poured the wine and
offered her the first sip. I asked her how she could let herself be
subjected to that machine, that if I already knew what it felt like, I was
sure I wouldn't go in it again without being forced to. She said she didn't
want to sound too dramatic, but that she would go through fire for me, only
she would ask first if they couldn't make it hotter. I told her that was
noble, but not very smart. I said that there was no doubt her Master would
cause her pain at times, sometimes for a reason, and sometimes accidentally
or out of stupidity. But her Master would never cause her pain on purpose
for no reason, and would never ever do anything to her that he thought
would harm her. I told her that I was feeling a lot of guilt for asking her
to endure the severe shock in the machine, because it might well have
harmed her, and because there wasn't a good reason to do it. I told her I
was sorry I did it, and I would try my best not to do anything that foolish
again.

    "Master, your Slave had a reason for enduring the shock. I did it for
you. I did it, not to prove my love, Master must by now accept that I love
him without needing proof, but to demonstrate my love. I feel a constant
need, a drive, to demonstrate a love that I feel so strongly. That is also
a partial explanation for my insatiable sexual appetite, that and the fact
that I have discovered the most fun thing in the universe in my late
twenties, and I'm trying to make up for lost time with the one person in
the world I value above all other things. The Slave thanks her Master for
allowing the trials to go on long enough for the Slave to make that
demonstration of love."

    We were both quiet for awhile after that. She had said her piece, and I
didn't know how to express my reaction to it. Finally she asked me what was
on the agenda for tomorrow. I said that after breakfast she would have
another workout on the elliptical trainer. Then I asked her if she
remembered her last night in the organization's training room, where she
modeled some of the harnesses and other slave wear? She said she did, and I
asked if she had equipped this training room with stuff like that. She said
that there were only two drawers full of that type of equipment. I said
that I refused to be surprised any more by the planning she put into this
room, and that after exercise she would put on a little Slave fashion show
for me.

    She asked if we would go on another walk after lunch. I told her I had
a tentative plan that involved she and I, fully clothed, strolling down the
driveway, introducing me to Philip's wife, and having a friendly visit. We
would of course clear it with Philip first, and invite him along on the
walk if he wished to come. She said that would be wonderful, that she
hadn't seen  Beverly for several weeks, that Beverly and Philip were
essentially Carrie's parents when she was a child, because her real parents
were away so much. I told her that if we did this, it would be important
not to offend Beverly by talking in details about the nature of our
relationship. We are just in love and living together in her house. During
our visit, I would be Bill and she would be Carrie, no Master and Slave
talk. I asked her if she thought we could pull that off, and she said she
thought so, but calling me Master was so ingrained now that it would take
constant vigilance. I looked at her face and hands, and said that if she
could learn to never put her lips together, to always keep her hands open,
and to always keep her stomach muscles tight, she wouldn't have any trouble
remembering to call me Bill for a few hours. She asked what we would do if
Beverly asked a specific question. I said she could do what she thought
best, but my plan would be to tell her the truth if she asks. I would of
course make sure Philip knew that before he decided if we should see
Beverly.

    I looked at the clock and saw that it was 9:05. I told her we would
have one more glass of wine, then put her to bed. She gave me another "Oh,
boy," then said she would like an enema and to use the toilet before bed. I
said Ok, and refilled the glass, and we quietly shared the wine until the
glass was empty.

    I stood up and whipped the blanket away from her. I bent down and
grabbed her by both nipples, and asked in a sneering voice, "Does the Slave
need help rising from the couch?"

    "Oh yes, my mighty Master, all the help this poor weak Slave can get."
I pulled gently on her nipples and she pushed herself off the couch with
her hands and stood up in one graceful move. "Cooperation is the key to
success," she said. I attached her hands behind her back and we walked to
the toilet area, side by side with my arm around her shoulders.

    After the enema, toilet, and bidet, we walked back to the bed. I asked
her if she was sure this is what she wanted to do, and she said it was. I
asked her if she had an attachment for the bed that her ass could rest on,
to take the stress off of her spine and knees. She said she didn't know
there was supposed to be anything like that, she thought her ass had to
remain free in the bed. I told her that rule would have been waived after
the week of butt fucking was completed. She smiled and said, "You devious
bastards." I told her we would put her in the bed and then see what I could
find to help support her butt. After she was installed, I asked her if she
wanted her wrists attached at her sides or pulled down toward toward the
floor. She said pulled down, that made her feel so deliciously helpless and
vulnerable. I told her that was the whole purpose, and stretched her arms
out straight below her.

    I went looking for an ass support. I took the little table the training
machine's monitor sat on, put two six-packs of diet cola side by side on
the table, then put a a chair cushion and a couple of pillows from the
couch on the cola, then slid the whole thing under her ass. She asked what
I was doing down there, and I asked her if she remembered the last time I
was messing around down here and she didn't know what I was up to. She said
Yes, she hated me for doing that to her. I asked her how she felt about it
now, and she said her pussy would always be naked for me.

    Getting back to the ass support, the whole thing was now about a half
inch away from touching her ass, so I just lowered the whole bed until I
could see that most of the weight of her ass was now resting on the
pillows. I asked her how that felt, and she said it was wonderful. I tried
tweaking some of the other adjustments, like the height of the back support
and the position of the calves, until we found the position that felt best
for her. When I thought we had done the best we could, she asked me if it
was Ok for fucking. I walked up until I was in contact with her open
crotch. I said she wouldn't believe it, but it's great. I could keep my
feet together and slide then between the legs of the table, or open them up
and put them on either side of the table, and I had good access to both her
pussy and her ass.

    She said if I had such good access, what the hell was I waiting for, I
told her that there was just more thing to figure out. The organization's
training room could provide a toasty environment for the Slave to sleep in
without heating the whole room, we couldn't do that here. Did she want the
room heat turned up, or did she want a blanket put over her. She asked if
that wouldn't sort of spoil the effect of having a Slave laid out here in
this humiliating pose, available for whatever evil tortures the Master
chose to inflict on it, and then throw a blanket over it? I said, "Well you
got me on that one. Does that mean you want the room heat turned up?" She
said that would be nice, but not to make it too hot for the Master. I said,
"Don't get me wrong here, Carrie, I'm not making fun of you, but wouldn't
this be a good opportunity to ask that the room be made colder, so you can
suffer to demonstrate your love for your Master?"
  
    "It's simple, Master, I can't be a good fuck buddy for you on no sleep,
unless you like fucking cadavers. Now speaking - again - of fucking, turn
the fucking heat up and then get to fucking, unless you want to hear me
honk some more." I turned the thermostat up then walked up to her head, and
said, "Ok if we do some preliminary work up at this end before heading back
South?" I bent down and began passionately kissing her mouth while
caressing her breasts and rolling her nipples between my finger and thumb.
She couldn't move at all, the only response she could make was with her
lips and tongue, which were expressing themselves pretty well. I came up
for air once, and she said, while panting for breath herself, "I'm so
hungry for you, all the time, that it scares me. Tell me we'll be like this
always."

    I said, "If you mean together and still deeply in love, then Yes, we'll
be like this always. If you mean in our twenties, able to fuck twenty times
a day and sleep in torture racks, think again, Sweetheart."

    "Then don't you think you'd better get to it before we get any older?"
she said, smiling.

    "Aye, aye, ma'am," I saluted and went to the other end. I buried my
face in her pussy and messed around in there awhile with my lips and
tongue, until I felt her come for the first time. Then  went to work on her
clit, and as I was becoming accustomed to, she started having nearly
continuous orgasms. I let her continue like that for a few minutes, then
plunged my cock into her and began stroking. While continuing to pump my
hips, I bent over her, reached up to her breasts, and began stimulating her
nipples again. "Oh, God," she said, "I feel like there's a wire between my
nipples and my clit, what one feels the other feels, too. God, this is
wonderful, don't stop, please don't stop, Master. Master of my body, my
heart, my soul." She took a deep breath, then screamed as loud as she
could, "I love this man!"

    "I heard you," I said, "but now I can't hear anything."

    "Don't make me laugh, Master, I'm trying to go insane from pleasure.
The pleasure you give me, Master."

    "I said that I was very close to coming, did she want me to slow down
and try to keep it going longer. "No, Master," she said, "move up here and
come in my mouth. Please."

    I did, and I did. I was trying to readjust her headrest as I was
coming, so she could breathe with my balls on her face. She didn't even
care, she was greedily trying to suck my cock dry. When we separated, I
moved to her side, bent over and rested my head on her breasts, caressing
her face. Every time a finger would stray to her mouth, she would try to
catch it and suck on it.

    When I had recovered some strength, I asked her where the dildoes were.
She asked if I was sure I wanted to do that, and I said I was. She told me,
and I walked over to the drawer and picked a relatively smooth one, about
the same size and length as the real thing. There was also some lubricating
jelly, and I grabbed that too. I greased up the dildo and eased it into her
ass. After I started hearing moans from the other end, I tried bending over
to see how hard it would be to tongue her clit while pumping the dildo with
one hand. It was a little clumsy, but doable. I found I could also work on
her breasts, one at a time, with my last free hand, so I worked on her like
that for awhile. As usual, the orgasms started, but she must have been very
tired by now, because she was only having about one a minute. She was
making guttural noises, if you didn't know what was going on you wouldn't
know if she was expressing pleasure or pain. I counted ten orgasms, then
one big one, and she asked me to please stop. I stopped immediately and
withdrew the dildo.

    I walked back up to her head and asked if she was all right. From far
away, she said that all right was a good way to put it, but
fan-fucking-tastic might be better. I laughed, and asked her if there was
anything she needed. She said all she needed was me, and I said she already
had that, did she need anything else, like water, or to go upstairs and
sleep in a real bed? She said she wanted to go to sleep with the taste of
me in her mouth, and that this was a real bed, her Slave bed, where a Slave
belongs. After a pause, she added "once in awhile" and grinned. I made sure
her headrest was slightly elevated to help her sleep, and asked her if
anything was too tight or needed adjustment. She said no, I should go to
bed, I looked like I was about to collapse.

    I staggered over to the Master's toilet and relieved myself. I wanted
to take a shower, but I decided it wouldn't be fair for me to enjoy a
shower while she was strapped onto that rack, I would wait until I could
shower with her. I came out, fell on the couch, and immediately went to
sleep.

    I woke up when I heard her say "Master?" For an instant I didn't know
where I was or where she was, then I remembered. I sat up and looked at the
clock, which read 7:15. Holy shit, I slept all night. I ran over to her,
and asked if she was Ok. She said she was fine, she didn't wake up once
during the night, the ass support was wonderful. I apologized, told her
that I had set the alarm to wake me up up 15 times during the night so I
could fuck her each time, but the alarm didn't go off. She smiled, then
said that we were doing too much, it was wearing us out. I said that in
spite of my "stupid episode" yesterday, I wanted her to set the pace as
long as I could keep up, and we would work it out together. "Yes, we will.
We'll work out everything together." she said.

    I warned her that I was removing the support for her ass, then raised
the bed until her ass was off of the cushions. I slid the makeshift
platform out of the way, then rotated the bed up and extracted her. She
looked at the platform, and said "Diet soda? I slept on diet fucking soda?"

    "Yes, and I recall someone saying she got a good night's sleep."

    "That's right, I did. Good old diet soda."

    "Formal speech, Slave," I said, and she immediately snapped into the
Waiting Pose. I attached her wrists behind her back, went and rounded up
the wine bottle and glass and the piss-soaked towel, then told her to go to
the door. I set everything down in the mural room and removed her bonds. I
told her to wait for me in the bathroom while I ordered breakfast. She said
she wanted something different today, to order two of whatever I wanted. I
went to find Philip, and put in our request for breakfast. I asked him to
put it in the dining room today, and that Carrie had something to ask him
about after we were cleaned up. I also told him that Carrie knew all about
the guns, including the ones in the office, and I swore with my hand raised
that I didn't tell her. I added that she deserves to be included in the
planning, not excluded, and that I wished he would consider that. He said
he would, was that what Carrie wanted to talk to him about? I said no, it
was something else, she had decided not to mention the guns to him for the
same reason he had decided not to mention them to her, to keep him from
worrying.

    I joined her in the bathroom, and we watched each other on the commode
then soaped and rinsed each other in the shower. Again we had to struggle
to avoid another round of fucking.

    We walked into the dining room, me fully dressed and Carrie in her wide
open blouse and high heels. Food was on the table, and Philip was standing
at the side of the room waiting for her to tell him what she wanted. I knew
it bothered him to see her dressed like that or altogether naked, but it
couldn't be helped. I pulled back a chair for her and waited for her to sit
down. This was the first time she had to bare her ass to sit in front of
anyone but me, and she froze. I said, "Don't wrinkle your blouse, Carrie."
She blushed, pulled the tail of the blouse up, and sat. I scooted her in,
then took a seat myself.

    I quickly got to the point, to move her past her embarrassment. I said,
"Carrie, I told Philip you wanted to speak to him about the walk you
suggested last night. Would you fill him in on our plans, please? Philip,
please take a seat." I indicate the chair across the table from Carrie. He
thanked me and sat down.

    She told him what we wanted to do, how we had planned to dress and
behave, and that our story would be that we were in love and living
together in this house, which is true. He raised his eyebrows and looked at
me when she said we would just be Bill and Carrie, not Master and Slave. I
just smiled at him. She added that we had discussed what we should do if
Beverly became suspicious and started asking direct questions. She said
that the Master intended to reply truthfully to any questions, and that she
would also like to do that, but wasn't sure it was the best thing to do.
She also told him that we would welcome his company as well, and that we
would not go at all if he disapproved of the plan. He asked when we planned
to go, and she said we were hoping to do it today after lunch. She looked
to me for confirmation of this, and I agreed with her.

    Philip said he thought that was a fine idea, and that he would be
pleased to go with us. He said he would like to call his wife and give her
some warning if that was Ok, and we said by all means. So we made a date
for 1:00 PM. While Philip was still present, I told Carrie that she should
go and pick out a nice conservative skirt and blouse and comfortable shoes
right after breakfast, and she said she would. We thanked Philip, and began
devouring breakfast.

    After breakfast we went to the bedroom. I took off her blouse, then
told her to pick out some candidate outfits for this afternoon's visit, and
then she would model them for me. She took her time inspecting everything.
She still had a lot of blouses and skirts to choose from, so it took her a
while. Finally she had laid out four skirts, six blouses, and two pair of
low-heeled shoes. I told her the shoes were easy, because I liked one pair
and hated the other. She threw the ones I hated to the back of the closet.

    I had her put on the selected shoes, then pick one of the skirts. She
put it on, and then I told her to model the blouses she thought would go
with it. The first skirt had only one blouse she would want to wear with
it. She put it on and walked around the room for my inspection. After
seeing it from every angle, I said "No." She removed both and put them back
in the closet. The next skirt had two possible blouses. I said "No." to the
first one, and "Maybe" to the second. The rejected blouse went back in the
closet, the possible pair went to the other side of the bed. This kept
going until there were were two blouse-skirt possibilities on the maybe
side of the bed, and everything else was back in the closet. I had her
model each possible pair again, twice. Finally I picked one, and the other
one went back in the closet, but she kept them together to indicate that I
didn't hate them. She was standing there wearing the winners, and I asked
her how I did. She shrugged and said, "Yeah, this was what I wanted to wear
all along. Glad you figured it out." I told her to take everything off and
put it on hangers, then put her house blouse and high heels back on, and
take the selected clothes and shoes to the outside transition area, ready
to put on this afternoon. Then come to the mural room.

    I was waiting for her in the mural room. As I was putting on her bonds,
I said that I had told Philip that she knew about the weapons. She couldn't
speak now, but I knew she would have questions when we returned here from
downstairs. I led her down the stairs and into the training room. I asked
her if she wanted water or to use the toilet before we started, she shook
her head No. We went to the weight bench, she sat and put on her shoes and
socks while I attached the leash to her collar. I took her to the
elliptical, and said "Slave, tell your Master what the Slave is going to do
here today, now."

    She replied, "Master, the Slave is going to do 5 minutes of warmup,
then dismount the elliptical trainer and do the stretching exercises the
Slave has been shown, then the Slave is going to remount the elliptical
trainer and exercise for 35 minutes during which the Slave will talk
continuously to the Master and implement any changes in pace the Master
commands, then the Slave will do 5 minutes of cool down, then dismount the
elliptical trainer and repeat the stretching exercises, Master."

    I laughed. It was all one sentence, and she had said it in one breath,
and it was exactly right. She even picked up on the 5-minute increase in
exercise time from the previous day. "Slave, you make your Master proud," I
said. "Let's start." I attached her leash to the back of the trainer as she
mounted it. I went around to the front and sat on the floor looking up at
her. She could do the whole thing on autopilot, all I had to do was listen
to her. I timed her anyway, in case she got carried away.

    I called out at the 5-minute mark, and she stopped, climbed off, and
did the stretching exercises to perfection. Then she climbed on again and
started working her ass off, and began talking non-stop. Again she spent
some time on trivia, but sooner that yesterday she got to the serious
stuff.

    She began with the progress she thought she was making in her grieving
process over her husband and son. She said she was remembering events from
their time together, and that it felt like she was being cleansed of the
pain as the memories flooded back. She said that was why she blurted out
the "I'm so horny I could honk" phrase yesterday afternoon, it just popped
into her mind and she said it before she even remembered where it came
from. She said that both happy and painful memories were coming back - she
gave me many examples of both - and each one was like an opportunity to let
go and say goodbye. I was so fascinated, I hated to say anything. But she
was getting winded, so I told her gently to slow down a little. She nodded
and continued talking.

    She shifted gears and began talking about her memories of Philip and
Beverly from when she was a little girl. She told me how kind and loving
they were to her, and how safe she felt with them. She said she knew that
there were very unpleasant things that Philip had done in her father's
service (she referred to him as her "real" father, but it was clear that as
far as love- and caregiving were concerned, Philip was her real father),
but she always thought of Philip as someone who could do no wrong. She said
it was important to her that nothing happen this afternoon to change
Beverly's opinion of her. She accepted that it was necessary to
("contaminate" was the word she use here) Philip's opinions, because Philip
was always in the house and it was up to the Master to decide how the Slave
would behave and dress in the house. I again broke my own rule at this
point, to reassure her that I would do everything possible, perhaps even
lie to Beverly if I had to, to protect Beverly's memories of Carrie.

    She finally got around to us. She said I had scared her yesterday at
fucking site 1. She said that at first it seemed I was turning on her, and
she couldn't understand why I would do that, and she was afraid I was
getting ready to dump her. Then she saw that my feeling of inadequacy and
my fear of sexual failure were behind it all, and she knew she had to make
it right, that she would not allow our relationship to be destroyed by male
sexual hang-ups. She said that there was no one with more sexual hang-ups
than her, and she had put them all behind her. She knew that her Master
could do the same, and she would not allow him to fail in this regard. I
said, "Ouch, but every point is valid, keep going."

    She said she was proud to endure the shocks of the training machine for
her Master last night. She wished they had left marks on her body, that she
could wear as testaments to her love for and commitment to her Master. She
said that the love, devotion, and attention her Master showed her last
night after she left the training machine, while installing her in her bed,
and during their love making, touched her to the core of her being and
would never be forgotten.

    I hated to interrupt her, but I told her the 35 minutes were up, slow
to the cool down speed. She slowed down, but kept talking. She told me how
it felt this morning to bare her ass in Philip's presence. She said she
knew it was irrational, that her whole front, boobs to pussy, were out
there to see, but pulling the tail of her blouse up and baring her ass with
him present was the hardest thing she had ever done. Now she knew she had
to do it in public, in front of strangers, but preferably in front of
people who knew and respected her. I made a mental note that this would
always have the "but" attached to it, "but not in front of Beverly."

    Then she blew my mind. She said that maybe we could rent out Carnegie
Hall some day, and fill it with society people. The curtain would go up,
she would walk out on the stage, and everyone would recognize her as one of
elite among them, and they would applaud. She would bow, then pull up a
tight dress to bare her ass, and sit on a cold metal park bench. Then, when
she had warmed the park bench with her ass, she would stand up, smooth her
dress, walk to a cold marble slab, raise her dress and sit again. When she
had warmed the marble slab, she would stand and smooth her dress again,
then move to a block of ice, raise her dress, and sit again. When the block
of ice was all melted, her Master would come out on the stage and announce
that he was not one of them, and that he despised them all. He would say it
was he this woman had just suffered and humiliated herself for. Then he
would tear her clothes off, revealing the body she kept in exquisite form
for him alone. He would whip her all over, bend her over the park bench,
and fuck her until she passed out. Everyone would applaud, then go home to
resume their empty lives, knowing that her life was filled with devotion to
her Master. She said she would die for the chance to do that for her
Master.

    I didn't hear anything she said after that. I don't know what I was
doing during the interval, but I was somewhere else. When I returned to the
here and now, she had been doing cool down for 9 minutes and was still
talking. I told her time was up, to get off and do her stretches. While she
was doing stretches, I asked her where the Carnegie hall imagery came from,
if it was something she had been thinking about. She said No, it just came
into her mind while she was talking, but it wasn't an exaggeration of the
extremes she would welcome the opportunity to go to for her Master.

    I said it was a scary prospect to me, that anyone would think of doing
something that public to show her submission to me. She said she wasn't
"anyone," and there was no limit to her submission to me, and she welcomed
any opportunity her Master would provide for her to show it. I was really
feeling a sense of dread now, and I said her Master was ordering her not to
do anything on her own to prove her submission to me, that she was making
me worry that she might accidentally harm herself trying to prove something
that I did not need proof of. I told her that there was nothing more
important to her Master than the partnership that was being forged between
the Master and the Slave. I said that her enslavement and her submission
and our love for one another were the foundation of that partnership, and
that they were beyond question by the Master, and did not require
demonstration by the Slave. I asked her if that was clear to her, and she
said that she had not intended to scare or worry her Master, that she had
no intention of harming herself to prove a point to the Master, and she
apologized for getting carried away with her babbling. She had finished
stretching, and I thanked her for the reassurances and kissed her. But
honestly, I was worried.

6 comments:

  1. This is a very interesting and addictive story but sure has a bunch of twists and turns doesn't it. ;)

    Hugs and blessings...Cat

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    1. Like a rollercoaster in the dark, Cat...

      Han

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  2. I hope Mona Lisa now is at peace with the Master again.

    appy

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    1. Ah well, Mona Lisa's reaction yesterday was very healthy... She really had put her trust in this master, and then he betrayed the trust she put in him. It's no different if it is a fantasy or in real life. Well, a bit maybe.

      Anyway give him a few chapters to rebuild that trust again. Because it's as difficult as essential to trust again in the future. We must put our trust in some people, even if they disappoint us sometimes.

      Your own Dr. Phil..... LOL
      Han

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  3. Lol, Appy..

    Yes, as I said before, Master
    Must protect her against
    Herself.
    Maybe do a apoiment at s psycholig or psychiatrist ?

    Mona Lisa

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    1. Maybe, let's see how he moves on, shall we?

      Han

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