Friday, 18 September 2015

Training Carrie, chapter 54


novel by Jay West

Training Carrie by Her Master

by Jay West 


Chapter 54


 I checked the clock when we came into the bedroom. It was 7:30, and
that meant we had spent almost 4 hours downstairs. When I told Carrie, she
said it was no wonder she felt exhausted. As I put her posture collar
around her neck and snapped it closed, I suggested that we fix a quick
dinner, then shower and go to bed. She said that whatever she had to do to
get me into bed, she would do, so she was volunteering to make dinner.

    While Carrie prepared dinner, I opened a bottle of wine and poured a
glass. I told her I would trade a sip of wine for a kiss. "I can't bargain
with my Master for what is already his right," she said with a smile. "He
can have all the kisses he wants, and may give his Slave a sip of wine at
his whim." I set the glass of wine on the counter, took her in my arms, and
gave her a long, passionate kiss, then held the wine to her lips while she
took a sip. When I took the glass away from her lips, she curtsied with a
smile and thanked me, then returned to her work.

    I was sitting on a stool and watching Carrie work, and I began to
wonder if the welt across her ass still caused her pain. By now it was a
large purple and yellow bruise, about two inches wide. running horizontally
across both cheeks. I asked her if it still hurt. She stopped what she was
doing, walked up to me until her belly was pressed against my knees, and
said in a sultry voice, "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

    I reached out and caressed her breast. "No, I'm not going to spank you.
I was just wondering if your ass was still tender. I still feel guilty for
doing that to you."

    She put her palms on my thighs as she leaned forward and kissed me.
"Don't," she said, then stood and smiled at me until I dropped my hand from
her breast. Then she went back to preparing dinner. A few minutes later she
announced that everything was ready. I told her to go get her house wear
while I plated the meal and set the table. "Shoes?" she asked as she was
leaving the kitchen.

    "Not required," I answered, knowing that she preferred to remain
barefoot. I divided the food between two plates and carried them to the
dining room, then returned for the wine and utensils. She met me back in
the dining room, holding her house wear.

    When I set down the items I was carrying, she held the house wear out to
me. As I reached out to take it, she pulled her hand back a little, lowered
her eyes submissively, and said, "Or, I could sit in your lap and hold the
plate while you feed us both. Whatever Master wishes."

    I reached out and took her hand, then pulled her into my arms. "That
was a wonderful suggestion, offered in a very pleasing manner," I told her.
"That is exactly what we'll do, thank you for the idea." She smiled and
raised her eyes to me, and I kissed her softly on the lips. "I'm very
impressed with your behaviour since our reading session," I told her.

    She thanked me, then stood with her eyes lowered. Barely above a
whisper, she said, "I think I've finally let go, Master. Please catch me if
I fall."

    "I'll always be with you, Carrie," I said. "I won't let you fall. And I
couldn't be more proud of you."

    She looked at me and grinned, then lowered her eyes again and waited
while I sat down. She squeezed between me and the dining room table, then
dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. In a matter of seconds
she had me hard, at which time she stood up and carefully climbed into my
lap, straddling my legs with hers. She slid forward while guiding my cock
into her pussy, then gave me a test squeeze with her vaginal muscles. "Very
nice," I said. "Not too energetic, though. I don't want to cum until we're
in bed."

    "As you wish, Master," she said. She leaned back until her back rested
against the edge of the table. I took one of the plates and handed it to
her, then picked up the fork and began feeding us. We looked into each
other's eyes and made small talk throughout dinner, while Carrie applied
enough vaginal stimulation to maintain my erection.

    When we had each eaten our fill, I nodded to Carrie and she dismounted.
As she slid her legs off of me and contacted the floor with her feet, she
bent at the waist and kissed the head of my cock. Then she straightened
enough that she could meet my gaze with the limitations of the posture
collar. "May I suck your cock, Master?" she asked.

    I took her head in my hands, leaned forward and twisted my head so that
we could kiss. "We'll soon be in bed, my beautiful Carrie," I said. I
released her and stood up, then we both gathered up the dishes and took
them to the kitchen. I told Carrie to load the dishwasher and start it,
then bring the wine bottle and a glass and follow me to the bedroom.
Without looking back, I walked out of the kitchen. When Carrie arrived in
the bedroom with the wine, I was lying on my back on the bed. I told her to
go sit on the toilet and wait for me. She set the wine bottle and glass on
the table and then went to the bathroom. I waited 5 minutes and then
followed her.

    As I entered the bathroom, Carrie looked up and gave me a warm smile.
She extended her hands, and I took them and knelt in front of her. I told
her I loved her, and she said she knew that, and thanked God for it. She
asked me if she could relieve herself, and I told her of course she could,
she didn't need my permission to do that. She squeezed my hands, and said
she wished to surrender as much decision making as possible while she
adjusted her attitude.

    I told her I would fully support her efforts, but when we were in bed
and having sex I expected her to be my wife and partner, not a submissive
slave. She thanked me and said she wanted to remain an equal partner in our
sexual activities, but otherwise she was trying to surrender her assertive
self and become the slave I deserved. I wanted to tell her she was already
the Slave I deserved, but instead I told her that I was proud that she had
the courage to let go and surrender her will to me.

    When she finished on the toilet, we traded places. We still held hands,
and Carrie put all of our hands together and clasped them to her heart, her
eyes locked on mine. "Do you know I love you?" she asked me.

    "Without question. It's the most certain thing in my life, my anchor,"
I told her. That got me a broad grin.

    In the shower, I washed Carrie first. I lingered over her breasts, ass
and pussy, but tried not to turn her on too much. She followed suit when
she washed me, but when she finished and I had rinsed myself, she dropped
to her knees and asked if she could suck my cock. "We're minutes away from
our bed," I told her, and gently pulled her to her feet.

    After we towelled each other, I used the hair dryer on Carrie's mane.
She was so anxious to get in bed, she was hopping from one foot to another.
Finally I gave up when her hair was still a little damp. I kissed her and
told her it was bedtime, and she pulled me from the bathroom to our bed.

    We fell into bed together, laughing and kissing. "I was beginning to
think we'd never get here," Carrie said. She rolled on top of me, pinned my
shoulders with her hands, and covered my face with passionate kisses.
Without using her hands, she manoeuvred my cock into her pussy and began
pumping her hips rapidly. I guessed that all of the assertiveness she was
determined to free herself of would now come out in our lovemaking. With
other women I had known, that would have been an unpleasant or even scary
prospect. But with Carrie, I welcomed it and looked forward to all she
could throw at me. I knew we would be well matched.

    Without losing a beat, I flipped us over so that I was on top. She
grinned up at me. "More Olympic-class athletics from my lover."

    "This is going to be fun," I said after kissing her hard on the lips.
She nodded her head and lightly raked her fingernails across my back,
something she had never done before. After fucking her like that for a few
minutes, I pulled out of her and rolled over on my back. "Sit on me, I want
to watch," I said. She laughed and straddled me, eagerly pushing my cock
back into her slit.

    Testing my level of control, I said, "Clasp your hands behind your
head, I want to see your tits jiggle while you fuck." She immediately did
as I said, and began exaggerating her upper body movements to cause her
breasts to swing in wide arcs.

    "Like this?" she asked. I nodded. She laughed, and said, "I'm still
under your control, Master. I'll feel free to do as I wish and cum when I
please, unless you command me otherwise. Ok?"

    "Abso-fucking-lutely," I told her. "No more tests, you do whatever you
feel like."

    She laid down on my chest, straightened her legs out between mine, then
raised up on her hands so I could grasp her nipples. Finally, she slid down
to maximize the contact between my cock and her clit. "This is what I feel
like," she said. "Fuck me, please."

    We fucked like that for about 15 minutes. I didn't think I was ready to
cum, but Carrie had a massive orgasm without warning, and I immediately
came also. Simultaneously, we both said, "We've still got it," then we
laughed so hard we stopped fucking for a minute. When our laughter had run
its course, Carrie said, "This is a good transition point." She got off of
me and knelt beside me on all fours.

    I knelt behind her and eased my cock into her ass. Carrie sighed, then
did her best to look over her shoulder at me. The collar wouldn't let her,
so I reached forward, popped the catches open, and gently slid the collar
off of her neck. She looked around and said, "What I was going to say was,
this is the first place you put your dick in me, and to me it will always
be where your dick belongs. When you fuck me in the ass, I feel like you've
come home."

    I leaned over her and cupped her breasts in my hands. "Me too," I said.
"You give great head, and you have a beautiful, tight, wet pussy, but I
always feel like your ass is where my cock belongs."

    As I said that, I came again without warning. Carrie came a second
later. A minute later, she turned around again. "If you had to give up one
of my openings, which one would you choose?" she asked.

    I gave her question serious consideration, then told her I would be
unable to choose, I couldn't imagine never using her pussy, mouth or ass
again. It would be an impossible choice. She pressed her question, and
asked me how I would decide if I had to make the decision.

    I thought for awhile, then said, "I would ask you which two gave you
the most pleasure when we were fucking, then I would choose to give up the
other one." She came again, and so did I. She started crying, so I pulled
out of her and told her to lay down on her side. I lay down beside her and
took one of her hands in mine. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Did I say
something to hurt you?"

    "No, no, no," she said through her tears, "You gave the perfect answer,
my perfect Master, my perfect lover, my partner for life. I love you so
much, I don't know how to express it." I moved close and put my arm over
her. She put her top leg over mine and pulled us closer, and we shared a
tender kiss. That was the last thing I remember until I woke up the next
morning.

    Carrie was sitting up in bed, holding and kissing my hand. When I
opened my eyes, she gave me a big smile. "You promised to fuck me all over,
but you never put your cock in my mouth. May I please suck your cock?"

    "Sure," I said. "I can't think of a better way to start the day, but I
need to pee first."

    Her smile faded. She took a deep breath, squeezed my hand, and said,
"You don't need to get out of bed to do that. Use me."

    "Huh?" I said, then her words penetrated my grogginess, and I got
angry. "Absolutely not. I told you that would never happen, it's out of the
question. I don't want to hear you say that again. No one who cared for you
would ever do that to you, and you should care enough about yourself that
you wouldn't want it done to you."

    She looked into my eyes as she pulled my hand to her mouth and kissed
it, then began sucking on my fingers. After a few moments of that, she
started pulling me off the bed. "Come on," she laughed, "time for a pissing
contest." I laughed and crawled off the bed.

    We stood shoulder to shoulder while we urinated. I traced patterns in
the water by moving my dick, and Carrie tried to track my patterns. She
would have done a better job, except she couldn't stop laughing.

    When we finished I told her to wash my dick with soap. While she was
soaping a wash cloth, she asked why. I said the last place I remembered
putting it was in her ass, and it needed to be clean before I would put it
in her mouth. She soaped me carefully and thoroughly, then rinsed out the
cloth and wiped me down. I told her to get all of the soap off, unless she
liked the taste of soap.

    When she had dried me off, Carrie put her arms around me and hugged me
tightly. We stood like that for a few moments, and I asked her if there was
anything wrong. She looked up at me and smiled. "Not wrong, right.
Everything is so right, I feel like we're going to have smooth sailing from
now on. I'm going to do everything I can to make sure my Master is happy."

    "Your Master is very happy. You are everything to me, all I could ever
ask for. I love you." I led her back to our bed, then flopped onto the bed
on my back. "Were you saying something about a blow job?" I asked.

    Carrie crawled onto the bed between my legs, then bent over and kissed
my cock. She was about to engulf it with her mouth, but I told her she
needed to turn around and put her pussy where my mouth could get at it. She
laughed, then turned around and straddled my head with her legs. I jammed a
pillow under my head, and we began working on one another. Three mutual
orgasms later, I pulled away from Carrie's pussy long enough to ask her if
she felt thoroughly fucked yet. She said she could stand a pause, then
turned around on the bed and lay down beside me.

    "You're really tasty, don't get me wrong," I told her, "but I'm ready
to eat something I need to chew before swallowing."

    "I could use some breakfast myself, Master," she said. Should I go and
start preparing it?"

    "No, I get the kitchen duties this time. However, I would love you to
keep me company while I work. We can talk about what we want to do today."

    Carrie rolled up on top of me and asked me to please hug her for a
minute, then she would be ready. I put my arms around her and held her
tight, and she put her hands to the side of my face. "I'm unbelievably
happy," she said, "thank you for everything you do for - and to - me." We
kissed tenderly for a moment, then she groaned and rolled off of me.

    We walked to the kitchen hand in hand. I left her standing while I
found her house wear, on the floor in the dining room. I tied it around her
waist and watched her while she bared her ass and sat on the stool.

    "What are we going to do today, Master?" she asked me as I was loading
the coffee maker.

    "Right after breakfast, we're going to figure out the best way to
attach your reins to your rings. Then we'll drive you around in the house
for awhile, to make sure you can be steered like that.

    "Then, you'll do your weight training, while I sit and watch. After
that, I think we can find a way to pass some time in the bedroom until
lunch." She grinned and clapped her hands. "After lunch," I added, "we'll
take a little run up the hill, my beautiful pony."

    Carrie was quiet as I began preparing breakfast. When I had a minute to
spare, I went to her and gave her a long kiss. She smiled up at me and
asked what she would wear when we went outside. I said I was thinking of
the black body suit if it wasn't too cold, or the latex leotard if it was
cold. I asked her if she was thinking of something else.

    "I have been thinking of something, and if it's as warm as it was
yesterday I'd like to try it naked. Soon it will be too cold, so this might
be my last chance until spring to do it naked."

    "What do you mean by naked, just shoes and the backpack?" I asked.

    She grinned. "No shoes, Master, I was thinking of totally naked. As I
am right now, minus the house wear."

    I stood and looked at her, smiling and shaking my head. "You're doing
it again," I said.

    She looked puzzled. "Doing what?" she asked. I kept silent, then
puzzlement was slowly replaced by understanding. She lowered her eyes, then
jumped off of the stool and knelt in front of me. "I'm so sorry, Master,"
she said softly.

    "Stand up, Carrie," I said. She slowly got to her feet, keeping her
eyes lowered. "Look at me," I told her. She raised her eyes to mine, and I
could see a little fear. Perhaps she thought she had earned another caning.
I felt guilt all over again for the first time, and sorrow that she might
think I would do it again so soon. But I had learned from that mistake, and
we would handle these things differently from now on.

    I took her hands in mine. "I'm not going to punish you, Carrie, so
relax. What I'm going to do is say, 'No, you'll climb the hill dressed as I
choose to dress you.' Do you understand?"

    "Yes, Master, and I'm sorry I tried to change your plans again. I'm
trying so hard to do better, I just slipped up."

    I kept hold of her hands and smiled at her. "Let's try again, minus the
apology and the excuse, which don't do anything to help us learn. Here we
go, I say, 'No, you'll climb the hill dressed as I choose to dress you,'
and you say?..."

    She thought for a few moments, then she smiled at me and said, "Yes,
Master, whatever you wish."

    "That was very good, Carrie," I told her. "But I think it would be even
better if you ended it with a tender kiss. That would show me that you
weren't feeling resentful because you didn't get your way. Please try
again."

    Carrie took a deep breath, gave me a big smile, and said, "Yes, Master,
whatever you wish." Then she moved closer until our bodies were in contact,
and touched her lips to mine in a lingering kiss. After a few seconds, she
wrapped both arms around my neck, and the tender kiss turned into a
passionate kiss.

    I put my arms around her, and we kissed for a long time. Finally I
relaxed my arms, Carrie relaxed her arms and slid them from my neck, and
she took a step back and lowered her eyes again. I put my hand under her
chin and raised her head. She looked at me again, and I said, "Unless
you're feeling resentful, or you feel that you haven't been treated fairly,
you have no reason to lower your eyes. As far as I'm concerned, you made a
request, I decided not to grant it, and we should move on."

    "No, Master, I'm Ok. It's just that I'm disappointed in myself, that I
could fall into that behaviour pattern again, when I'm trying so hard to
stop it."

    "This is how these issues will be handled from now on, Carrie. I think
it's a better approach than letting you have your way until I have to
punish you again, and in time you'll learn when to make suggestions and
when not to. But you'll never have to fear the consequences of telling me
what you want. Do you agree with my approach?"

    "Yes, Master, I do," she said, and kissed me again. Then she added a
"Thank you." I told her to set the table while I finished making breakfast.

    We made small talk for awhile while we ate, as if nothing had happened.
But I felt that Carrie needed to take one more step, and so I gave her an
assignment. I asked, "Do you remember last night at dinner, when I was
going to put on your house wear? You suggested that you sit in my lap
instead."

    "Yes, Master, that was a lovely way to eat dinner."

    "Yes it was, Carrie. Do you know why that situation was different from
the situation in the kitchen a few minutes ago? Do you know why I was happy
to accept your suggestion last night, but not a while ago?"

    She thought for a minute, then grinned. I told her that was wrong, it
wasn't because I got to eat dinner with my dick inside her. She said if
that wasn't it, she didn't know the answer. I told her I was giving her an
assignment, to think about it today, and tell me the answer before we went
to bed tonight. She said she would try her best to find an answer.


4 comments:

  1. I really like His solution to Carrie's constant trying to change his plans......I hope He is very consistent, at least for a while. She's a pretty smart gal...bet she gets the answer...
    hugs abby

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    1. I personally love those assignments that Wanita has to think about and tell me the answer at the time I want her to. It is as much a challenge to find the right question as giving the right answer...

      Smile,
      Han

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  2. What to say ?
    I told you ? LOL

    I am glad he feels guilty for what he did to her. It was wrong.
    Now he realized it.
    It is good. The next step will be well to avoid making such errors, before he does them .. lol.

    I say all the time to transform someone's thinking and behavior must go through the head and not the butt .. lol ..

    Mona Lisa

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    1. You said it Mona Lisa. I wonder if he will make your next step...

      The head and not the butt.
      Point taken.

      Wise comment,
      Han

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