Training Carrie Chapter 27 When she finished her stretches, she asked if we were going to take laps around the house. I told her No, we were now going to take a walk. I told her to untie her leash and lead herself to the mural room. She looked puzzled by that destination, but quickly complied. On the way through the bedroom, I picked up the the sun block, and covered her body with it. It mixed with and smeared the dried cum on her face and breasts. When she was well coated, I told her to put on the blouse and hot pants she wore last night during our trial run. She really looked confused then, but quickly complied. I looked at her transformation, remembering how badly I had wanted to feast my eyes on her last night. She asked if she should put on the heels also, and I said No, sadly her workout shoes and socks would have to do. She said she felt uncomfortable wearing forbidden clothing. I told her not to worry about it, her master would decide later whether or not she would be punished for violating a command. She looked at me, and I smiled and said I was kidding. She gave me a smile of relief. I had her grab her kit, I grabbed the plans for learning machine and a blanket, then held her leash as she walked to the exit door. I picked up the canteen and food, and off we went. I was walking behind her, holding her leash and enjoying the unaccustomed view of her ass in the hot pants, her bare midriff, and her barely concealed upper back. I decided we would reconsider her requirement to be naked most of the time, she looked as good in clothes as she did naked. We would see about getting her some really trashy clothes and bedroom wear. Just then she asked where we were going, and I told her to go to the second stop, then we would decide whether to go left or right. She groaned and said she voted right, she still remembered her walk through the weeds and the tough climb from a few days ago. When we reached the second stop. I told her this was far enough, and gave her the blanket to spread. I then put her in the learning pose at one corner of the blanket and told her she could talk to me if she really wanted to. I lay down on the blanket on my stomach, facing away from her, and started studying the plans for the learning machine. She didn't like me ignoring her, and she asked me what I was doing. I told her she could see what I was doing. She was quiet for a minute, then asked me why I was looking at those plans. I told her I wanted to understand how the circuit works, I had an interest in circuit design. Just then I saw what I was looking for. After taking a minute to be sure, I told her to come over and lie down beside me, I had something to show her. She lay down beside me, and said that all looked like bad abstract art to her. I told her the little squiggly things were called resistors, and they were used to adjust how much voltage there was at a given point in the circuit. I showed her the resistors that ran from outside the circuit to the points that were labeled electrodes. those resistors represented the resistance of her body to the high voltage applied to her tits and legs. The designer had labeled those resistors with the values he estimated for a human body. Then I showed her how to trace the circuit lines back from the electrodes, to a network of resistors. Those resistors, together with the resistors that represented her body, determined how much voltage her body received during the shocks. Then I pointed out the arrangements of resistors that didn't connect to anything. I told her those resistors could be selected by a switch, and their different values would change the voltage she felt. She looked at me, and said, "That little bastard told me he would have to redesign the whole thing to change the voltage. Why did he lie?" I said, "Didn't you tell me that when he helped you try it out, you were topless and wore a bikini bottom?" She said that was right. "My bet is he wanted to see what was under that bikini bottom," I told her. "He was hoping that if he could come back enough times, for more tests, he would eventually get the fuck of his life." She said that would never have happened, from the day she met me nobody else had a chance at fucking her. I told her I would take the thing apart when we got back, and see if the circuit matched the schematic. If it did, I would try to lower the voltage, and she would test it. I then had her sit up on her knees again, and I rolled over on my back and looked at her for a long time. I told her what I was thinking on the way here, how good she looked in clothes, and how I would like to get her some really trashy clothes. She asked if I wanted to make her my whore, and I said she would never be a whore, but occasionally I wanted her to look like one. She smiled and said she would love to be my whore, and to prove it she would like to give me a long, slow blowjob. I asked her how her period was coming, and she said there was barely any flow now, it was over sooner than usual. I told her to leave the blouse on, but get out of her pants. She took them off quickly, then I told her to strip me, apply sun block to my body, and give me a long, slow fuck. Then we would talk about the blowjob. After the fuck and the blowjob, I told her to put her pants back on, because they looked so hot on her. That got me a big smile. I unpacked our lunch, and we made small talk while we ate. I found it hard to keep my hands off of her, and while I was caressing one of her thighs, I simply ran my fingers a short way under her pants. I was nowhere near her pussy, but she came hard. I asked her what brought that on, and she said she could see how she was turning me on, and that turned her on. I said there was no doubt, we had been missing a lot by keeping her naked. Then, realizing how she might interpret that, I quickly added that I loved looking at her naked body, too. She laughed and said she understood what I meant, she thought she looked sexy also, that's why she chose those clothes to tempt me. About a half hour after we finished lunch, I told her it was time to head back. She asked me to please butt fuck her first. I said a butt fuck outside always led to a blowjob, and I didn't think I was up for both right now. She smiled when I said "up for," and she said it was always available, whenever I wanted it. I took her hand and told her I knew that. Before I could get up, she quickly lay down on top of me and began kissing me. She said I mustn't do anything I thought would damage our partnership, no matter how strongly she urged me to. She said she depended on me to keep her on course to please her Master. I told her I would make the best decision I could, and it had not been decided either way yet. As soon as I said that, I knew it was untrue. I had made my decision, I was just hoping I would change it before next Friday. Using one of the paper napkins from our lunch and water from the canteen, I wiped the remaining cum stains from her face. I said her face was too pretty for that kind of treatment, and apologized. She said it made her feel more submissive, and I was welcome to come on her whenever I wished. I was afraid it would occur to her at some point, and as we were walking home she asked me why I was interested in the training machine again. I told her it was just something that had occurred to me, I was always interested in electronic circuits, and got curious if there was anything I could do to salvage the machine. All that was true, but none of it was the real reason. Fortunately she didn't pursue the question. When we were back in the house and had stowed all of the gear, I took her to the bathroom and stripped her. I took her clothes to Philip, and asked him to please run them through the laundry right away. Then I went back to Carrie, and we gave one another a thorough shower, including quite a bit of groping. When we had dried off I dressed her in her heels and housewear. I asked her if she had an electric drill, and she said yes. I told her to go get it and all the drill bits she had, then meet me in the mural room. When she returned with the drill, I gave it a try to make sure the battery was fresh. I threw the drill and bits, and the training machine documentation, in the drawer with my bondage gear, and told her we were going to the basement. She carried the drawer and I unlocked the door. She asked me if I wished to attach her wrists before she entered, and I said No, this was a repair session, not a training session. We went to the machine, and I immediately removed the cover from the circuitry box. I quickly determined that the schematic was correct. There were two small rotary switches which would select the voltage-setting resistor for the breast and the leg shocks. Both switches had 5 positions, and were set at one extreme of their range. Obviously that extreme was the highest voltage, and the opposite extreme was the lowest voltage. I reset both switches to the center position, then reinstalled the cover. Then I looked at the brackets holding the targets and their pressure sensitive switches. I saw that their position behind the breast cutouts were determined by two bolts on each target. The bolts fit through holes in the floor of the console, and were held by simple nuts. I asked Carrie if she had an adjustable wrench, and she said she thought there was one in a drawer in the Master's area. I sent her after it, and she found it. I removed the nuts and bolts, so both targets were just sitting on the floor of the console. I told her it was time to install her in the machine, and proceeded to do that, except I didn't put any of the electrodes on her. I turned on the PC, waited for it to boot and start the control program, then activated the test mode. I told Carrie to push her left breast into the left breast cutout. She said that wouldn't work unless she wore the bra with the nipple cut out. I told her that's what we were going to fix, to go ahead and push her breast into the cutout. She did as I told her, then I slid the left target forward until it contacted her breast and the light came on above the left cutout. I slid the target a little farther, until her breast had fully depressed the switch, then marked where the new holes would be drilled. We repeated the whole thing for the right breast, then I drilled the new holes and reattached the targets using their bolts and nuts. Still in the test mode, I had her activate each switch several times, to make sure she could reliably light the test lights. I told her it was now time for her to test the new voltage settings, if she was willing to. She said she was willing. I attached the ankle electrodes with conductive paste, then smeared the paste on her breasts and the edges of the cutout. I asked her if she was ready, and she took a deep breath and told me she was ready. I verified that the trial time was set to 30 seconds, then flipped the Operate switch. I kept my hand on the switch. In about 20 seconds, the first trial started. The left breast was selected, and she immediately pushed her left breast into the corresponding cutout. She yelped, and the machine recorded a success. She smiled at me, and I asked her how the shock compared to the organization's machine. She said it was a little milder, but pretty close. I told her we would leave it at this setting for now, perhaps some time we would try the next higher value. I watched her perform another 6 trials, and each was a success. I asked her if she was ready to fail a trial. She shivered, and said "Yes, Master." I told her she didn't have to, but she said she was ready. I turned the delay up to 60 seconds, just in case. When the second trial timed at 65 seconds, I told her to fail the next trial. She obeyed, and the effect on her seemed much like I remembered from the organization's machine. I timed her recovery, and she was back on her feet and seemingly alert within 20 seconds. She looked at me, and said "piece of cake." I asked her how it compared, and she said it was a little stronger than she remembered, but she was learning to cope with it better. I asked her if she wanted to try the next lower setting, and she said we should leave it where it is; after all, it was a punishment, and should hurt a little. Looking at the floor at her feet, I said it couldn't be too bad, she didn't pee on the floor. She laughed. I switched off the Operate mode, then removed her from the machine and wiped the grease from her ankles and breasts and the console. She asked if she should take the drawer back upstairs, or leave it here. I told her we still had one more job to do. I removed the nuts and bolts holding the targets. I told her I was curious about something, and wanted to check it out. I stripped off my shirt and took Carrie's place in the machine. After adjusting the console height, I had her turn on the Test mode, then pressed my left breast in the cutout as far as I could. I told Carrie to slide the left target forward until the contact light came on. The target was only a few millimeters from the farthest it could go when the light came on. I told her to push it as far forward as it would go, then hold it still. I tried several times to press my breast into the cutout, and each time I could activate the light. I told her to move the right target all the way forward and hold it. I could also activate the right contact light. I told her we would drill holes at that position, too. When I looked at Carrie, she was grinning ear-to-ear, but she had been ordered not to speak again of the role swap. I smiled at her, and said, "Yes, I'm going to do it. And yes, you can talk about it now." She ran around to my side of the console, threw her arms around me, and told me she loved me. "What's not to love?" I said. "You can twist me around your little finger and get me to do whatever you want." Then I told her there was a catch, and she asked what it was. I said I didn't want to do it next weekend, I wanted to do it this weekend, from 6:00 PM Friday night to 6:00 PM Saturday night. She instantly agreed, and kissed me. She asked why this weekend, and I answered that I was sure I could talk myself out of it in a week. She promised me that it would be a good thing for us, with no down side, and I told her I wished I could be sure of that, but I wasn't. She told me again that to make it worth doing, I had to want to be the best, most submissive slave I could possibly be during that 24 hours. If I didn't think I could do that, we should call it off. I told her I honestly didn't know, but I wanted to try, and anything she could do to help me get into that mindset would be welcomed. She said we would figure it out together, and kissed me again. Then I told her to let go of me, I had work to do. I quickly drilled the holes and attached the targets at the extreme front of the console. I went back into the machine and tried both breasts, and was able to consistently activate the contact lights. I told Carrie to shut the machine down. She asked me if I wanted to try it for real before agreeing to be put into it, and I said I hadn't let her try it before putting her into it for the first time. She looked at me tenderly and told me again that she loved me. I told her we were done here, and asked her where she wanted the stuff in the drawer, down here or upstairs? She wanted the bondage straps upstairs and everything else down here. I took the straps out of the drawer, then put the drawer back where I had found it. I asked her if she would use the crop I had dropped on the floor. She said she still didn't want that one moved, she would pick another one later. I picked up the straps and unlocked the door. When we were back in the mural room, I put the straps and my keys on the console. I told her they would become her keys tomorrow at 6:00 PM, for 24 hours, and she should remove her bonds before bringing me here for training. "Yes, Master," she said. We went into the bedroom, and she asked permission to be naked for her Master until it was time to change our roles. I gave her permission, and she removed her shoes and housewear. She knelt in front of me and asked me to fuck her, to fill all her holes with my cum. I said maybe it would be better if I didn't fuck again until I was under her control, but I offered to give her as many orgasms as she wanted. She said we would come together, one last time in bed tonight, then she did not want to come again until we were downstairs. In the meantime, she just wanted to kneel at my feet and stay close to me at all times. It was only 2:00 PM. I asked her to lie down on the bed with me, and we could discuss how we would prepare for tomorrow's change. We talked about it for awhile, and finally decided that I should spend some time naked and isolated, as she had done in the waiting room. She would come to me when it was time, and give me something to wear. I would dress, then come alone to the mural room, where we would have a short ceremony. during the ceremony I would strip and express my desire to be trained in submission and obedience, then would accept my bonds and enter the training room alone. I asked her what I should wear, and she said leave it to her, but I had to wear whatever clothes she brought me. I agreed. We set the time as 4:30 when I entered isolation, and 6:00 when the ceremony would start. She said that after I entered the mural room, my body, mind, and soul would belong to her for 24 hours. She would accept nothing less than total and instant obedience, and would apply whatever degree of punishment was required to obtain it. I told her I understood, and would do my best to submit and obey. I don't really know what we did for the rest of that day and the next. It's all a blur now. I remember her bringing dinner to our bedroom, then some very sweet sex Thursday night. I remember breakfast and lunch in the bedroom on Friday. I remember a lot of intimate talk about what we meant to one another and how much we enjoyed being together. I think we were both naked the whole time. Then it was time for me to go into isolation. she said to go to the spare bedroom. She had removed the pile of forbidden clothes that had been on the bed for so long. She positioned me in front of the full-length mirror, and suggested what I should be thinking of while I waited. I tried to be as disciplined as I remembered she was. I doubt I was perfectly still for the whole time, but I tried hard to be, and I tried hard to get my mind right. Then she entered the room. She was again dressed in the see-through blouse and hot pants. I started to look, then averted my eyes. She said in a soft, sweet voice that I should take a good look now, I could not be caught looking after I entered the training room. I walked over to her and put my hand on her breast. She covered my hand with both of hers, then took my hand to her mouth and kissed it. Before she showed me the clothes she had brought for me, she reminded me that I agreed to wear what she chose, and she thought these clothes would help me to a submissive state of mind. She said these were the largest pregnancy skirt and blouse she had worn when carrying her son. She had not been able to throw them away, and she wanted me to wear them to the mural room. She said I would be helping her end her period of grieving for her family by wearing these clothes, and after we returned from the training room, we would destroy them together. She put the skirt on me and pinned it so it was snug around my waist. Then she helped me slip on the blouse and button it. She turned me to the mirror, and had me look. I didn't have a clue why she thought this would help me to a submissive state of mind, I thought I just looked silly. Any other time I would have refused to wear anything like that. But I had agreed to wear what she brought, and I was beyond caring about anything but getting to the training room. I told her again that I was afraid, and she said again it was Ok to be afraid. She told me to wait a minute and then report to the mural room, then she left me. I looked at myself in the mirror for another minute, then walked slowly to the mural room. She was standing with her back to the control console. She asked me why I was here. I told her I wanted to be trained to be submissive and obedient for my Mistress. She asked me if I understood that I would not be allowed to back out once I entered the training room. I said I understood. She told me to strip and kneel. I slowly took of the skirt and blouse, then knelt. As soon as I was on my knees, she told me in detail how to pose: knees as far apart as possible, back straight, eyes downcast, hands open, fingers straight, hands resting on thighs, palms up, lips always apart. She then told me to repeat what I wanted, and I repeated what I had previously said. She said I would be accepted for training, starting at once. She had me stand, then brought out the bondage straps and put them on me. I noticed that the ankle/thigh straps were put on my ankles. She attached my wrists to the belt behind my back, then told me to go downstairs to the training room, walk to the lighted circle on the floor, and kneel as I had just been shown. She only left me kneeling in the spotlight for about 15 minutes. She was well aware that I was more familiar with the mind games of this early phase than she was. I hoped she would waste no more time than was necessary, and once she had found a few excuses to punish me, we could get to the real training. Without any initial pronouncement, she turned on all of the lights in the room. Then she came through the door and locked it, walked to the end of the room, selected a crop from the punishment wall, then strolled up to her Slave. In spite of my knowledge as a trainer, I admitted to myself that I was afraid. I was visibly trembling. She walked around me several times. I knew she was watching my eyes in addition to evaluating my Pose. Without warning she struck me hard across my ass. She said my back was not straight, and I immediately straightened my back as much as I could. She came around in front of me and said I obviously wasn't straining to keep my knees open, so they weren't open far enough. She struck me hard on the inside of each thigh, and I strained to get my knees a few inches farther apart and hold them in that position. She said there was no point in going over things her Slave already knew, such as Poses and the formal speech rules. When I was allowed to speak, I would always refer to her as Mistress Carrie. Since there were only two of us in the room, the Slave would respond to any name she chose to use, but initially the Slave would be called Fuck Toy. She suddenly reached down and grabbed both of my nipples and jerked me to my feet. I immediately assumed the Waiting Pose, and she slapped me across my stomach with the crop. She said my stomach muscles were not nearly tight enough. I pulled my stomach in as much as I possibly could, and she said that was barely adequate, not to let her see me any more relaxed than that. She explained how she would guide me around the training room, steering with my nipples, starting and stopping with my ass hole. Then she turned me toward the toilet and urged me forward. She said it was time to clean her Slave out. She positioned me, then had me assume the Enema Pose. As soon as I was posed she struck me across the back with the crop. She said my back must be perfectly straight, with most of my torso weight on my forehead. I tried to reposition myself as she wanted, but she struck me again and said I must be stupid. Putting a hand on my back and another on my stomach, she shaped my body the way she wanted it. She told me to remember well how she had posed me, because the next time she would not be so helpful. She prepared an enema, shoved the tube into my ass, and struck me lightly on the ass with the crop. I knew right away it was very warm and soapy. I started to sweat, and felt the first sign of cramps. After long minutes she pulled out the tube, and told me to remain as I was, we weren't through. She prepared another bagful, stuck the tube back in my ass, and squeezed the bag this time to force the solution in faster. I felt awful, I didn't think it would be possible for me to contain all of that. I could see myself in a few minutes licking up the solution that had spilled from my ass. About the time she pulled the tube out, the cramps hit me full force, and I lost a few drops out of my ass. She said I was about to be punished for that, and I had better tense up real good so I wouldn't squirt out any more when the crop hit. She hit me hard three time across my ass. then said, "See, you can be a good boy when you try." She made me turn around on my knees, then she threw a cloth down on the floor and told me to clean up my mess. Relieved that she didn't want me to lick it up, I took the cloth in my mouth and cleaned up the small mess. I was praying she would put me on the toilet then, even if she made me continue to hold the enema. But instead she marched me across the room to the mirrored wall, and had me turn sideways. She told me to look at myself, I looked like I was 4 months pregnant. I looked and saw my swollen belly. She told me to assume the waiting pose, then she walked slowly to the Master's area. She returned with a small digital movie camera, and started filming me. she had me turn in a complete circle, then walk around while she filmed. finally it must have been obvious that I had reached my limit. She told me to go and mount the toilet, and she filmed me until I was hanging over the toilet with my feet in the stirrups. She said she was sure I understood that I still had some time to wait, but she hoped I was more comfortable waiting over the bowl. She put the camera down and walked up to me. Taking my cock in her hand, she began to masturbate me. I soon became hard, and then she stopped. She said she liked a responsive Slave, and she thought I might live up to the name Fuck Toy. She walked back a few paces and stood watching me. She said she would bet I could hold the enema another half hour, and she was tempted to put me to the test. She asked me if I thought I could hold it another half hour, and told me to respond. Straining to speak, I said, "Mistress Carrie, if Mistress Carrie wishes her fuck Toy to hold its enema another half hour, it will be this Slave's privilege to do that, Mistress Carrie." She smiled, and said, "I don't think that will be necessary, Fuck Toy. We have more important things to do together, you may release your load now." It seemed like I had fluid running out of my ass for 10 minutes. When I finally had it all out, I expected to go through the whole thing again with fresh water, but she wasn't interested in removing all of the soap from my bowels. I would continue having cramps for the next few hours. She told me to get off the toilet and use the bidet, and I quickly complied. Without drying me, she told me to drink 8 discharges of water from the penis faucet. I was dreading this, and sure enough I choked when the first 4 ounces flooded into my mouth. I got an immediate 3 hard blows across my ass. After I finished choking, I tried again and choked again. Another 3 blows. On the third try, I only lost a few drops, and she only hit me once. On the fourth through the eighth tries I didn't spill any. I started to get up, and she hit me across the back. She said her slave had been commanded to drink 8 discharges, and had screwed up the first 2. I took 2 more discharges without spilling any. She told me to get up, then guided me to the bed. On the way to the bed, she said it was time to see if I lived up to my name. She backed me up to the bed, attached my ankles, then readjusted the waist and chest supports to fit me. She attached my belt to the waist support and pushed me into the chest brackets. After adjusting the headrest, she strapped my head to it. Then she rotated the bed. When I was horizontal, she tightened the knee straps and the breast straps. She spent some time tugging on my nipples, like she was trying to get my breasts to stand up between the straps. finally she asked me if anyone had ever told me I was flat chested. She laughed and slapped me hard across my chest with the palm of her hand. Finally, she attached my wrists to the ropes that pulled my arms straight and toward the floor. That was the first time I had experienced this position, and I saw that what everyone said was true, it gives one a profound sense of helplessness to be restrained like that. Carrie had gone over to the Master's area, and she returned with some vibrators and other gear. She first stimulated my cock until I was hard, then she slipped a rubber over it and secured it to the base of my cock with two small pieces of tape. She said we didn't want to lose anything from that port, everything I shot out of there would go in my mouth before we were done here. She shoved one of penis-shaped vibrators up my ass and turned it on. Smiling at me, she said I was not to come until I was given permission, or I would be punished. Then she took the other penis-shaped vibrator and laid it on my scrotum, between my two balls. Positioning it so its head contacted the shaft of my penis, she secured it to me with tape, then turned it on. finally she put the two nipple clips on me, attached the small vibrator to one of them, and turned it on. I was already struggling not to come, and I knew there was no way I could hold out for long under this onslaught. Meanwhile, she had walked up to my head. She leaned down and gave me a long kiss. She said she would try to take my mind off of my troubles. She repositioned my headrest, then dropped her pants and straddled my face. She said I would make her come, I would keep count of the number of times she came, and would call out the new count each time she came. I would cover her whole pussy with my mouth, and stimulate her clit with my tongue. If I lost any of the juices from her pussy, I would be punished. If I came myself without permission, I would be punished. She told me to nod my head if I understood, and I nodded. she lowered her pussy onto my open mouth and told me to begin. I could barely breathe with her covering my face, but I had no choice, so I began working on her with my tongue. I knew she could come whenever she wanted to, regardless of what I did, so I was wondering what she would do. She waited a few minutes, then she started coming. Each time I would call out the count in a muffled voice. She was partly right - concentrating on her, keeping count, and trying to breathe, was making my orgasms hold off longer than I would have thought possible. Finally though, when her count was in the mid-twenties, I felt it starting. Soon I came, and she hit me sharply on my belly with the crop. I stopped working on her due to the pain, and then she hit me across my chest. She said she had not given me permission to stop. I started working on her again, and she immediately came. After awhile I was on automatic pilot. I don't think I ever lost count of her orgasms, but I lost count of mine and how many time she struck me with the crop. Finally, on her 54th orgasm, I came and she hit me with the crop. She then said that was enough, and dismounted my face. She examined my face and the headrest, and said she was very pleased that I had not lost any of her pussy juices. She raised my headrest and told me to look at the rubber on my cock. It was now stretched out until it was resting on my belly. It must have had four ounces of cum in it. She turned off the vibrators and removed the ones on my balls and my nipple clip. She left the one in my ass. After putting her pants back on and carefully removing the rubber from my cock, she went to the Master's area and squeezed the contents out into a glass. Then she turned the rubber inside out and brought it to me. She told me to open wide, then put it in my mouth and told be to suck it clean.