I want to thank everyone who has offered their comments and encouragement on this series. I am enjoying writing it. I only hope I can keep it to the level it deserves. If you haven't read the previous chapters I would strongly suggest you do. This story isn't about sex, but about a broken woman who has been dominated into slavery and a man who has suddenly found himself her Master. I'm asking for your comments and feedback, as I am learning as I go with this story.
Disclaimer: No one under the age of 18 is depicted in this series.
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I walked back in my apartment. As I have grown to expect Carrie was kneeling just inside the door, but this time she was dressed. I think it was the first time since she arrived she was dressed and not about to leave. I smiled, "Progress," I said to myself.
"Hey Carrie," I said to her, but she immediately started to cry and grabbed my legs.
"Master please forgive me. I should not have answered the door. I'm sorry Master." She pleaded.
I had to reach down and stop her from talking. "Stop, what are you talking about? Nothing you have done is that bad." I said and held her close. I continued to hug her as she continued to cry. I finally pulled her up and took her to the couch. We sat there for about ten minutes until she was only sniveling. I reached out and grabbed her chin.
"Now slowly, tell me what happened." I said in a calm voice.
"Master, it was only a few minutes after you left." Sniff, sniff, she started. "There was a knock at the door. I didn't know what to do. Master I was afraid that my Mistress had come to take me away." She continued and started to cry again.
"SSHHH settle down. I'm back now. It wasn't her was it?" I asked.
"No Master, it was Margaret. I wasn't going to open the door, but she called out from the other side of the door. She said she knew I was here and to open the door. I couldn't refuse Master. I'm a slave and I do what I'm told. I got dressed and opened the door just a little." She answered and I could see the fear in her eyes.
"What happened when you opened the door?" I asked. Now I was concerned. Margaret could be a problem. Plus she had seen Carrie naked on her knees earlier. I could feel my anger rising up inside of me.
"She rushed in Master. She rushed in and started to ask all these questions. At first I didn't know what to say, but then I was bad Master. I told her to shut up. I yelled at her and told her to mind her own business and shoved her out the door. Master I'm sorry. I was bad." She finished and started to cry again.
I almost burst out laughing. My lovely submissive slave stood up for herself and me. I wanted to take her in my arms and give her a big kiss. But something stopped me. I sat back and kept my face as impassive as possible. It was harder to do than what you'd think. I tried to think before I acted. Then it came to me. I knew what to do.
"Yes slave you were bad. Slaves need to know their place and I have to punish you." I said trying to sound as demanding as possible. "Go to my room and strip." I barked. Carrie practically ran across the apartment her leaving her clothes behind like a trail of bread crumbs. I struggled to keep a smile off my face in case she looked back. But I wasn't very successful. I stood and followed her a couple minutes later.
As I walked towards my room, my cock woke up and soon was standing at attention. I knew what I wanted to do and I couldn't help but think back to all my stories of how the women were punished. Usually with ropes, whips, clips and general misery. But that wasn't what I had planned. I made sure my face showed at least a bit of anger, but I'm sure it was more the look of lust. I was so aroused about what she did and how she stood up I could hardly stand it. When I walked through my door, Carrie was on my bed, on her knees, her perfect naked ass facing me. She had her hands out above her head and her face on the mattress. I walked up behind her and slid my hand up and down her cheeks. I could feel her body trembling, but I also noticed something else. I could smell her sex. Her lips were swollen and they were definitely wet. My slave was aroused. I gently caressed her cheeks, making sure I touched her everywhere. When I drew my fingers down the crevice of her cheeks, I heard a moan. I continued sliding them down her slit until I reached her nub. As soon as touched her clit, I heard a gasp and her legs started to shake.
I was having just as much trouble controlling myself as she was. My hands were shaking as much as her thighs. I was certain she was listening closely, so I made a big deal out of unbuckling my belt and pulling it from my pants. I dropped my trousers as well as my boxers. My cock was so hard it hurt. But I dare not touch it. I pulled my polo shirt over my head and now I was a naked as she was. I wanted her to be completely aware of everything around her, so I tossed my clothes off to the side where she could see them. Then stepping behind her and still caressing her cheeks, I pinched her. I heard a squeak and smiled.
I waited for a few moments, knowing she knew right where I was. I grabbed her ass and held her roughly, with one hand. With the other I brought back the belt and smacked her trembling ass. I didn't hit her hard, but enough to sting. I heard her gasp and whisper, "One thank you Master."
I did it again a little harder, this time leaving a light pink stripe across her cheeks.
"Two, Ohhh Thank you Master." She gasped. I caressed her cheeks again but this time I stepped closer to her upturned ass.
I grabbed my cock and lined it up with her now dripping pussy. For a second I had second thoughts, but those thoughts passed quickly. I slid my cock up and down her winking pussy, gathering her juices and coating my plum shaped head.
Carrie was panting now, her breaths coming so fast I was afraid she would hyperventilate. I lined it up and pushed. I think we both moaned when I entered her. She was so tight and warm I thought I might lose it. I stopped when I was about halfway in. I wanted this to last. I held her there gently moving back and forth just savoring the moment I was taking her.
I tried to fuck her in measured strokes, but that didn't happen. In seconds I was pounding her like a piston. Pushing as deep into her as I could. I tried to think of anything but her warm moist center, but I haven't been laid in a long time. I would have liked to say I lasted for a long time and I made her orgasm over and over, but that didn't happen either. I think we both came at the same time however. I screamed out and so did she. We collapsed to the bed, my cock still buried deep inside her as my body slowly recovered from an orgasm as intense as I could ever remember. I felt my cock soften and plop out. I rolled over on the bed and looked at her. She was panting and still shaking. She opened her eyes and looked at me.
Her face a mixture of confusion and contentment.
"Master?" She asked. "I...I...don't..."
I put my finger to her lips. "Quiet, don't say a word." I said and closed my eyes. I wanted to savor the moment and not diminish it with words. We lay there for a long time before I leaned over and gave her a kiss. She looked at me and started to say something but I spoke first.
"I hope you have learned your lesson. I expect you to remember this the next time Margaret speaks to you again." I said trying to keep a straight face. But that was impossible. I burst out laughing and a second later she did too.
We lay there looking at each other, me satisfied, her confused and content. I knew that I should say or do something, but at the moment words failed me. I lay facing her my eyes locked on hers. I smiled and whispered, "You have questions?"
Carrie nodded, but didn't speak. "Go ahead, ask." I said.
"Master, I'm confused, I yelled at your neighbor, I pushed her out the door and told her off. I'm a slave. I have always been trained to do only as I'm told." She quietly said.
I smiled and nodded, but didn't say a word. I wanted her to tell me what was going through her mind.
"You... ordered me in here to punish me, but you took me instead. How is that punishment?"
"Carrie, punishment comes in many forms. Sometimes it's pain, sometimes its denial, sometimes its pleasure. What you did was protect you and me. For that your punishment was for me to take you as mine. I wanted you to know that no matter what you do, you are mine. I could have spanked your ass or tied you up and tortured you, but instead I took you. Now the next time you stand up for yourself, you will be punished again. Maybe I'll take your ass next time." I explained.
I knew what I said would only confuse her more, but what I hoped was if she was confronted again, she would stand up and surrender another part of herself to me. I wanted her to take charge of her life while surrendering to me a piece at a time.
"Now what else do you want to say." I asked again.
"Master, I'm afraid of your rules. I was never let out on my own by any of my owners. I can't remember out alone except when I escaped. I was so scared outside. I have for so long been told what to do I can't refuse any command. I'm sorry Master, I don't know if I can follow your rules."
I sat up and looked at her. I don't think I realized how broken she was until that moment. This was a woman that had been totally broken. Her individuality had been destroyed. She was so dependent on her owners, she had been conditioned to not think but only to obey. I wondered if I was making it worse by what I was doing. I was looking at a grown up adult child.
I didn't have an answer so I just leaned over and gave her a hug. I held her tight pulling her against me and caressing her back. We stayed like that for a long time. It wasn't until I heard her snore lightly that I tried to move away. But when I tried to slip out, her arms squeezed me tighter. I smiled, kissed her forehead and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning I woke up to an empty bed. I rolled over and there she was, naked on her knees, holding a piping hot cup of coffee. I couldn't help but smile. I reached out and took the cup. "Thank you slave." I said and saw her face beam.
"I have your shower ready Master, and breakfast will be done as soon as you get out." She gushed her face glowing.
I think I'm starting to figure this Master thing out. Carrie needed structure, she wanted to be owned. But there was something else about her now. I think it was she wasn't being forced to serve, but doing it because she wanted to. For now that will have to do. Breaking her training would take time, I just hoped I was the man to fix her. I wasn't sure if I could, but I knew that I wanted to try.
I smiled and stood and headed for the bathroom. "Get me out a pair of pants and shirt, and I want my eggs over easy." I said and closed the bathroom door behind me, my cock leading the way. I chuckled as I tried to think the last time I was so hard so often. Damn I could get used to this.
The rest of the morning went well. I showered, dressed and ate breakfast. As I was heading for the door, Carrie was kneeling, still naked, her head bowed. I leaned down and kissed her forehead and opened the door. Just as I was leaving, she squeaked, "Master, what do I do?"
I stopped and looked at her. I didn't know what to say. The apartment was immaculate, my laundry was done, and I didn't really have anything to keep her busy. I finally walked over to my computer and turned it on.
"I want you to relax today. Surf the net and see if you can find some clothes you like." I said and walked out the door. I knew it wasn't enough but that was all I could think of. As I headed out to my car, I knew I needed help.
Being an author on a popular erotic story site, I had made a few friends and fans. I decided to ask them for advice as I was in way over my head.
I made it to work and immediately called Ron, a fellow author who helped me with several of my stories. For the next hour I told him everything that had happened from the time at the bar until this morning. I finished by describing how confused she was and how she told me she didn't think she would be able to obey my rules.
The phone was quiet for a few moments. I waited and finally asked, "Well, what do you think?"
"I think you're an asshole. You have no idea what you're doing. She's a fucking slave. For the last decade all she knows is to obey. She doesn't think of herself as a person. She thinks she's a possession, a slave to be owned. Did you think you could just give her vague rules and freedom and she would become a woman overnight?" Ron barked. "If you did you're not only an asshole but a stupid asshole."
"This isn't some fantasy story you're writing, its real life. You have to remember, she only knows what a slave does. She can't think beyond that. And by giving her pleasure like you did, she will probably do it again to receive the same.
She's scared and has no idea what to do. For the last ten years, TEN YEARS MARK, all she's been trained to do is obey. You just don't undo that in a day."
I sat there with the phone against my ear my mind suddenly realizing what Ron was saying was true. I am a stupid asshole.
"What do I do?" I asked.
"Well I you have a couple choices and depending on what you choose could affect the rest of not only your life but hers. Right now she either needs intense counseling or a strong Master, who will take time to undo all the damage done for the last decade. And just so you know, your idea of fucking her last night only made things worse. I would be willing to bet she's at your apartment cowering in a corner crying and completely confused. You cannot give mixed messages to her. It's either punishment or reward. That's all she knows. You playing a punishing her with pleasure was something she has no idea what you were trying to tell her." Ron explained. I could hear it in his voice how stupid he thought I was.
"I see," I answered, my mind finally realizing I had no idea of what I should do.
"What are my choices?" I asked.
"Well what you should do is take her to a hospital and let social services take over. They have professionals that might be able to help her. Although I don't know if they would. I mean they're already swamped with lots of other cases, and her being totally depended on government care she would probably be sent to a group home and minimal counseling." He said.
"What is my other choice?" I was afraid of what that might he was about to say.
"Your other choice would need you to make a lifelong commitment, or at least a long term commitment to be her Master. To take charge and slowly undo her training. All she knows it to obey. Didn't you tell me she spent years in a basement dungeon? Never leaving and only serving her Master? You need to take control and slowly train her to be a woman again. Hell she may never completely come back. She will always be a slave, but at least she would be able to function. It's all she knows." Ron finished.
"Damn, what have I gotten myself into?" I asked no one. Just a few days ago, I was a divorced man, living a solitary life, writing erotic fantasies and working at a mundane job. Now I had a slave that I had no idea how to fix, let alone how to be the Master she needed.
"Look, I'd be willing to bet she thinks you're going to sell her or abandon her. You need to make a decision before you make things worse. So my friend it's time to shit or get off the pot. I live across the country and I can't really help you but only offer advice. Do you have someone who can help if you decide to keep her?" He asked.
"Well maybe, but it would be very uncomfortable to ask. I would have to expose my secret writing hobby and I'm not sure how that would go over." I answered.
"All tough choices, but it all depends on what you feel about her. It's only been a few days and the longer you wait to make a decision it will only make it harder on her and you. So my friend the ball is definitely in your court. I have to go but call me when you decide." Ron answered and hung up.
I sat at my desk, my head in my hands. Last night when I took her it touched me. When she was lying next to me afterwards I could see it in her eyes I was making a difference. I knew that if I gave her over to social services it would hurt her, and me. I knew that's what I should do, but something inside me was holding me back. I walked out of my office and into my manager's and asked for a few days off. I needed to get away and think.
I walked out of my office and out to my car. I drove around aimlessly for about an hour and ended up at my local coffee shop. I sat down at my usual booth and stared out the window. I didn't even notice Sally sitting down on the other side of the table.
"Hey how are you? You look like you've lost your best friend. What's up?" Sally asked.
I looked at her and smiled a weak smile. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I said. "I just need to think for a while."
"Well you can see I'm not busy tell me." She said. "Does this have anything to do with the other day?"
"Sally I'd love to tell you but I can't. It's nothing I can share." I answered."
"Look, you can't say anything I haven't heard before. So spill it. I sat here and listened to you talk about your ex, your job and your relatives. So tell me." Sally said and looked me in the eyes.
"I think it's safe to say you haven't heard this before." I said and blushed.
"Wow blushing, this must be bad. Come on we've shared everything."
I looked at her and knew I had to tell someone, and she had always been there for the last year. I took a deep breath and blurted out. "I have a slave."
Sally looked at me like I was crazy. Her eyes went wide, and then she started to laugh. "Okay enough funny stuff, now tell me the truth."
I laughed with her but then I started to explain about last week when I was at the conference. I told her about what happened at the bar, my hotel room, and finally about Carrie's mistress dumping her in my lap. By the time I stopped and looked at her, she just sat there with a blank look on her face.
"So you're telling me you have a woman slave, in your apartment, right now?" She asked.
"Yes, and I don't know what to do about it." I answered.
"Fuck I guess I was wrong, I hadn't heard everything. What are you going to do?" Sally asked her face concentrating on my answer.
"Well I don't know." I said and proceeded to explain the last couple days. I told her about the rules I set up, and Margaret barging in and me "punishing her by fucking her and what had happened afterwards. When I stopped I shrugged my shoulders and asked. "Do you have any ideas?"
Sally looked at me for a long time before she spoke. I don't see you as a dominant or Master. Do you have any idea of what that means?"
"Well yeah sort of. I've never told anyone this but I write erotic stories. I have posted dozens of stories online about non-consensual sex, BDSM relationships, and slavery stories. So yeah I have some idea." I answered.
"Really, where do you post?" She asked.
"I post to Literotica. But writing about it and actually living it is a lot different. I'm in over my head and Carrie is..." I tried to find the perfect word to describe her.
"Mark, I know that site and I've read a lot of the stories. What have you posted?"
I told her what I had posted and she gasped. I stopped and blushed. "You've read my stories?"
"Yeah I have, but I would never have guessed it was you who wrote them. I love your work, I think of it as a guilty pleasure, but I just can't believe it was you who wrote those stories." She said and blushed.
"Look, I never expected to have a real life slave, but she has been so abused I just can't abandon her. I don't think turning her over to social services is what she needs. Plus I grown attached to her. But she is so broken I don't know what to do."
Sally sat back in her chair and looked at me for a minute, but before she could say something, a customer walked in the door. "I'll be right back, don't you dare go anywhere." She barked and walked behind the counter.
I sat there not looking at anything. So much was going through my head, at that moment. I had just revealed my darkest secrets and sat the totally exposed. But I didn't move. I needed someone to talk to and I trusted Sally.
It must have been fifteen minutes before she returned and sat down. She looked at me for a few minutes before she spoke again. "You need to make a decision, and you need to make it soon. You need to decide are you in this for the long haul, or do you cut bait. Until you make that decision you can't do anything else. If you decide to keep her, it's going to change both yours and her lives. You can't just walk away in a week, a month, or even a year. This is a long term commitment. It's a lifetime commitment. So what do you want?" She asked and looked at me.
I sat there looking at her and spoke in just over a whisper. "I just can't turn her away. I've seen flashes of the real Carrie, and I want to see more. I just don't know how to undo all the damage. When I see her smile, or her face light up, or see the joy when I surprise her it gives me a feeling I've never felt before. I just can't give her away and walk. I guess I want to keep her." I said and realized I was talking about a human being like it was a piece of property.
"I know that sounds bad, I don't own her. She's not a thing but a person, but if you're around her for any length of time, I don't think she realizes she is a person anymore." I finished.
"If what you say is true, then she isn't a person any longer. She only knows to submit to her owner. I imagine she is scared out of her mind. Your rules only fed that fear. You need to take control, and slowly teach her how to be a woman again. Even then she may never completely recover. Do you know where to begin?" Sally asked.
"I have no fucking idea." I honestly answered.
Sally proceeded to drill me about Carrie. She asked all about her past, and how she acted. She wanted to know every detail about what had happened since I brought her home. I was so relieved to be able to open up to someone I talked and talked. I told her about the blowjob, me buying her a bed and clothes, her fixing me breakfast and how she told me about never being let out alone. By the time I finished I had been talking for almost two hours.
Sally sat back and looked at me and finally said. "I need to close the shop. Take me home with you. I need to meet her."
"I don't know about that. She might freak if I bring you home. I think she might think I'm selling her." I said.
"Well that's the first test. You will need to take control. Do you think you can do that?"
"I guess, I mean I've written about it. I think I can." I stuttered.
"No that's not good enough. If you want to help her, you have to be her Master. She needs to be able to trust you, and know that you will protect her, and look out for her. Now can you do it? If you can't then tomorrow you take her to get some professional help." Sally said, her voice firm and her eyes never leaving mind.
I sat there thinking about what she said. I knew she was right, but I wasn't sure I could do it. I looked at her, took a breath and said, "I can do it. I want to do it. She deserves it. Close up and lets go." I said firmly.
"Good, that's exactly how you need to be, firm and strong. You need to let her know that you are strong and demand she obey. If you can do that, then maybe you might be able to help her. But don't expect it to come quickly. It's going to take time to undo her training." Sally said her face softening a bit.
I smiled and looked at her. "I talked to another author I talk to online and he said the same thing. Why is it that everyone can see this be me?"
"Because you are too close and is blinded by her." Sally said and got up. For the next half hour she buzzed around the shop, cleaning and closing. Finally she walked up to me and said, "Let's go."
Sally and I pulled into my parking spot outside my building. I turned off the car and looked at Sally. I started to say something but she spoke first.
"Look, when we walk in, she's going to be confused and scared. But if she's been trained like you said, she probably won't show it. I want you to take over. Order her to kneel if she isn't already. Talk to me not her. Have her serve us, but nothing for her. We need to go sit and talk ignoring her not include her at all. If we run out of things to say, send her to the kitchen to fix dinner or something. Got it?" Sally asked.
I nodded and opened my door. We got out and headed for the elevator. I was nervous as hell. Sally and I had never gone out before, and now she was coming to my apartment to see my slave. What the fuck have I got myself into? I asked myself.
We got to my floor and there was no sign of my nosey neighbor. At least that was in my favor. I grabbed the knob and hesitated. Sally leaned in to me and whispered.
"You can do this. Relax and take charge."
I nodded and opened my door. As usual Carrie was naked and kneeling on the floor just out of sight. I noticed a small smile when she saw me, but it quickly disappeared as soon as she saw Sally. Her head dropped and she stared at the floor.
"SLAVE, GO GET US A GLASS OF WINE." I BARKED.
Carrie jumped up and rushed to the kitchen. I looked at Sally and she nodded and smiled. "Keep it up." She whispered.
I pointed at the couch and we walked over and sat down. Carrie returned with two glasses of white wine, knelt in front of us and held out the glasses. As soon as we took them from her she spread her legs wide and placed her arms behind her, pushing out her bare breasts. Carrie never looked up but kept her eyes to the floor.
"So this is the slave?" Sally said her voice emotionless. Before I could answer, she leaned forward and grabbed Carrie's chin. She pulled it up to look her in the eyes.
"Not much to look at is she?"
"She grows on you after a while," I answered.
"Have you explored her training?" Sally asked.
"N-No," I stuttered, "We're still working things out." I explained. I hated I sounded like an idiot but it was the truth.
"Slave, show me your positions!" Sally demanded.
"Yes Mistress." Carrie said and quickly pulled her hands behind her head. "Present." She said.
"Go ahead." Sally growled.
Carrie then rolled over, put her head on the floor, her arms straight out above her head, her ass up in the air and her legs spread. "Surrender." She spoke again.
"Continue."
Carrie went from pose to pose, always calling out the pose. She must have demonstrated ten poses. By the time she finished her body was covered with a sheen of sweat.
Sally smiled and started to grill Carrie on all the poses, calling out each one and Carrie jumping from pose to pose. I wanted to stop her, but when I looked at her she shook her head. Finally she barked, "Present" and looked at me.
"She seems to be well trained. Have you given it the rules yet?" Sally asked me. I knew she already knew I did, but I answered anyways. "Yes, they're on the fridge."
"Slave go get your rules." Sally barked.
Carrie jumped up and ran to the kitchen. She came back, handed Sally the rules and returned to the required position.
Sally made a big deal of reading the rules, grunting a couple of times and laughing at other. I looked at Carrie and could see the fear in her eyes. I wanted to calm her and tell her not to worry. But Sally had told me to not say anything.
Sally finally finished reading and looked at me. She glanced back a Carrie, and growled. "These won't do." As she tore up the paper. "Slave, go fix dinner and it better be good. I'm hungry."
Carrie quickly got up and rushed back to the kitchen once again. Sally waited for a couple of minutes before she quietly said to me. "You need to come up with new rules. More restrictive, with you as her Master. They can't be general, but specific. Also each day give her a list of things to do or restrain her. It's doesn't matter which, but you need to be in charge."
I nodded and then asked, "Can you help?"
"You are truly lost aren't you?" She laughed. "Yes before I leave we will have new rules for her."
We sat there a talked for a while as Carrie worked diligently in the kitchen. It was about twenty minutes later when Cassie walked in to the living room and stood waiting to be recognized.
I looked at Sally and she shook her head slightly. We talked for almost a minute before she shifted her eyes towards Carrie.
I understood and looked at Carrie. "What is it slave?" I asked. My voice strong but not angry.
"Master, dinner is ready." She said and lowered her head.
"Yes slave we will be in when we're ready." I said and looked back at Sally. I noticed Carrie slipping back to the kitchen. Sally smiled at me and whispered. "Good, now don't have her eat with us. Have her kneel beside you, or off to the side."
I nodded and we stood and walked to the kitchen. I was surprised when we entered. I don't know where she found everything but the table was set with napkins, a bottle of wine was opened and a bowl of spaghetti was in the middle of the table with garlic bread off to the side.
Sally looked at the table and turned to me. "You need to take her grocery shopping if I'm going to be eating here." She laughed.
We laughed and sat down. Carrie stood off to the side waiting to be told what to do. I looked at her and growled. "Present slave." And watched as she dropped to her knees and in position.
Sally and I ate and talked for the next thirty minutes not even acknowledging Carrie's presence. When we finished Sally looked at Carrie and said, "Slave you may serve desert."
I looked at Carrie and saw the fear in her face. "M-M-Mistress, I didn't prepare a desert." She stuttered her voice cracking.
"That's unacceptable, you will be punished."
"B-B-But Mistress, there's nothing to fix." Carrie exclaimed.
"SILENCE!" Sally yelled. "And that's two punishments. I don't want excuses."
"Yes Mistress." Carrie groaned.
I watched it all, but mostly I watched Carrie. At first I saw fear, but her expression changed. It almost looked like she was relieved. I didn't quite understand but decided to take charge.
"To your room slave." I demanded and watched as Carrie scurried to her room and shut the door.
"What just happened?" I asked Sally.
"You haven't disciplined her yet. So far you have accepted everything she has done as acceptable. She needs discipline even if it's unfair. She is used to being punished and needs it. Now don't screw it up and pussy out. Go in there and spank her ass and do a good job. She needs to know you are the Master. Do you have any tools? A paddle, flogger, crop?" Sally asked.
"No not really, I have a belt and probably could come up with something." I answered.
"That will have to do, but be careful with the belt, but don't be easy either. She needs to know who's in charge." Sally finished and stood up. I smiled and did the same. I looked at Sally to see if she was going to follow me in but she shook her head no.
"You need to do this and not with me there. She needs to know it's you who is in charge not me. But when you bring her back out I want to see her ass striped." Sally said quietly.
I nodded and walked in Carrie's room. Carrie was on her bed in the surrender position. Her ass in the air, her head on the bed and arms extended in front of her. I slowly pulled my belt from my pants and walked up to her. I touched her ass and felt her jump. She was trembling and I heard a moan come from her.
"Slave, you embarrassed me in front of my guest. That is not acceptable." I said and drew back my arm. I think I was shaking more than she was as I brought my arm down smacking her ass with the belt. The sound of leather hitting skin made me jump as it echoed off the walls.
"ONE, THANK YOU MASTER. MAY I HAVE ANOTHER?" I heard her cry.
I had written this exact scene numerous times in just about all of my stories. But to be actually beating a slave is very different than what I expected. I first felt guilty. I mean she really didn't do anything, but I knew this was necessary. I brought my hand back again and swung harder.
"AAAAGGGHHHAAA, TWO, THANK YOU MASTER. MAY I HAVE ANOTHER?" Carrie yelled again only this time a lot more strained.
I continued to spank her ass and she continued to count. By the time I got to ten, I couldn't take anymore. Carrie was crying, hard, her chest heaving and her ass covered with red stripes. I wanted to grab her and apologize and soothe her but knew that wasn't what needed to happen.
"Get up slave and wash your face. Then go clean up the dinner dishes." I barked and walked out of her room.
Sally was waiting on the couch. She looked at me and smiled. "Well?" She asked.
"I did it but I didn't like it." I answered.
"Well lets see what she looks like when she comes out." She said and looked at the door as Carrie walked out. Her face was red and her eyes were bloodshot. She didn't say a word but went to work cleaning the kitchen. Sally watched closely and smiled when she saw Carrie's ass.
"Good, you did what was needed. Now let's work on her new rules."
Sally and I sat in the living room and made out a list of rules. There weren't many as Sally said my daily rules would keep her busy. Carrie finished the kitchen and knelt just inside living room and remained silent.
Sally handed me the sheet and I called Carrie over to kneel in front of me.
"Slave, I heard what you said to me earlier today. So to eliminate any confusion here are your new rules.
1\. I am your Master and you will obey me.
2\. You will wear only what I tell you.
3\. You will ask for permission for anything.
4\. Each morning I will assign tasks for you to complete each day.
5\. When you have finished your daily tasks, you will go to your room and wait for me to return.
6\. You are to prepare all meals, and clean the apartment
7\. When you need something you will write it down for me to review each day.
8\. If you fail a task or break a rule you will be punished.
9\. You will not answer the door for any reason.
Memorize these rules as I will ask for you to repeat them on demand." I finished and handed her the paper. Carrie looked at me and I swear I could see relief in her eyes.
"Now go to your room and I will call you if I need you." I demanded and turned to look at Sally
I could see out of the corner of my eye Carrie stand and walk towards her door. I smiled as I watched, her hips swaying and I could swear I saw a bounce in her step.
As soon as the door closed I looked at Sally and said, "Did you see that?"
"Yes I did. You just gave her what she needed. She is happy and feels secure. Now tomorrow make sure you give her tasks to complete." Sally gushed. I looked at her closely and I could see her blush. I actually think she was aroused.
Sally left a few minutes later and I stood there in the living room in shock. I never expected the evening to end up like it did. But I realized I learned a lot. I walked to Carrie's room, opened the door and said, "Slave, you will sleep at the foot of my bed. Tomorrow I want my morning coffee ready when I awaken." I turned and walked to my room. By the time I was ready for bed, Carrie was already settling down on the floor. I looked at her and could see a small smile as she lay down.