Claire was bored and frustrated. She could only walk the garden so many times and divert herself with books and music for so long. She was a young woman and had recently tapped into the needs of her body and its potential for pleasure. The fact that she could see the stables where Pierre worked during the day only made the ache in her body worse. It had been about two weeks since her last adventure with Pierre in the secret dungeon. Two maddening weeks during which the stars refused to align for them. Two horrible weeks where various 'duties' and unforeseen events seemingly conspired against them. After their last encounter, she'd hoped to have another such session after a day or two -- not after weeks!
She could feel her desire building for another rendezvous with a real man that would use her the way her husband could never do. Her husband had been away for over a month now. During that time she had only one hastily written communique that he was able to transfer to another ship heading back home. She was glad to hear from him, for she knew he was a good man, a kind man. But now she realized that he couldn't give her one aspect of what she really wanted. She needed a strong young man that could satisfy the needs of a lusty young woman.
The feelings had been building in her since that last encounter and the idea of another secret meeting for forbidden sex aroused her greatly. She missed the smell of the lanterns illuminating the dungeon. She missed feeling its cool air washing over her naked skin. She missed the touch of the shackles on her body, holding her legs in a vulnerable and available position. Most of all, she wanted Pierre more and more, and today the urge became too great. Claire walked toward the stables. She found herself almost running but stopped before reaching the building. She crept in slowly to prevent disturbing the horses so they wouldn't give her presence away.
"Hello, Pierre," she said. He startled a little, not having heard her approach.
"Greetings, Madame. I'm so sorry for not greeting you properly. I didn't expect you here."
"Pierre, I want you to explain the other devices in our special room... do you understand?"
"Yes, Madame. As you wish," he replied quietly. "Just say when you want the instruction." He kept his face attentive and otherwise expressionless, but inside he was grinning in anticipation.
She thought for a moment. "I want it sometime very soon. I think we need a code word for future meetings, don't you agree?"
"As you wish, Madame. You know that I'm at your service," he stated humbly. Inside his trousers his body reacted, knowing the kind of service she wanted him to provide.
"So from now on, if I send you a message or in conversation I say or repeat the words 'Well done' twice in a row that will mean to prepare the room for my instruction. You will find an unlit candle on the device I wish to learn about. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Madame. That is perfectly clear." Satisfied that the arrangement had been made, she left a gold coin on the table next to her and left.
Once she was outside, she hurried away, flushed and excited. Returning to the house, she called for a glass of wine, feeling so very naughty. She tried reading a book as she sipped, but found herself reading the same paragraph over and over, comprehending none of it.
That afternoon, she couldn't wait any longer. Avoiding the house servants, she sneaked down to the hidden door. Entering, she lifted two of the candles left on the small shelf, and lit one of them to illuminate the steps downward. Descending the stairs, she entered the dungeon room. Once there, she stopped at the pillory. Touching it fondly, she remembered the excitement she'd felt in its confinement and the orgasms that had consumed her body.
Looking around the dimly lit room, her eyes fell upon a table like structure. It was made of heavy wood and there were ropes coiled upon it, along with a sort of cylinder with metal gears. She ran her hands over it and realized what it must be. She'd heard of such things, but now seeing it she guessed its use. It was 'the rack' and although it must be capable of acutely injuring the victim, since she trusted Pierre she only pictured herself helpless on it as he used her. She imagined how it would feel, and shivered with anticipation. She'd made her choice. She placed the unlit candle that she carried on it as their agreed upon signal.
That night, she found it hard to sleep. She tossed and turned, thinking about how she might be used during their next secret meeting, hopefully the very next day.
Just before a light lunch, she gave a note to a servant girl to take to Pierre. It praised him about how he'd brought a horse back to health, but it also contained the secret code words they'd agreed upon about meeting, and mentioned that she might take a stroll at 2 pm to see the horses.
Claire bathed and made her body nice for their meeting. Once again, she carefully worked her way down to the secret door and entered. Crossing the room, she unlocked the doors at both ends of the tunnel that led toward the stables. She even made sure the room was clean and that the rack was ready. It was then she realized how heavy the ropes were on the rack, and her flight of imagination stunned her briefly. Having arrived early, she waited in the dim light, a little crazed with anticipation, hoping he would come soon. She heard noise from the stable tunnel and her heart thumped hard inside her chest as she heard footsteps approaching.
He entered the room, smiling at her. His shirt was off and that excited her. Going quickly around the room, he lit all the waiting lanterns, rendering the room bright once again. His persona changed as he took on his expected role. In a loud voice, he intoned, "I see the whore has returned! Are you ready, slut?" His voice now rang with control. Mutely, and a little shy now, she nodded as she felt her sex dampen.
She admitted to herself that at first she was startled at this abrupt change in him. But her quick wit helped her realize it was actually what she'd begged him to do when they were together in this room. To be dominated by him in order to add to her pleasure and excitement. "Whore why are you dressed? Did you steal those clothes? They're too fine for a whore like you!" He growled menacingly. "Take them off at once!" he demanded.
With trembling hands, she let her gown drop to the spotless floor. Pierre looked at her body and said, "Now that I can see your body, I see you're a pretty slut indeed. I plan to have a lot of enjoyment using you, you lowly bitch."
Claire blushed and trembled in the light of his close scrutiny, standing near the foot of the rack, the device she'd signaled that she wanted to experience. Pierre came to her and grabbed her hair, pulling her to the side of the rack. He lifted her and started to place the ropes around her ankles and hands.
She was on her back looking up at the ceiling as he tied her hands and feet. It suddenly struck her that apparently he knew what to do, even though this was the first time they'd used this device. She wondered briefly if it was purely instinct on his part, or some former experience.
When Pierre was satisfied, he went to the head of the table and started to turn the wheel and she felt the ropes tighten. She was even pulled along the rough wood for a moment. There were loud clunking sounds as the gears teeth engaged one after another, and she became scared and let out a small scream. Stepping out of character, Pierre came to her and asked, "Are you OK, Madame?"
