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?"
Breathing hard, she answered, "Yes. I was only momentarily startled. Please continue."
He turned the wheel until he judged she was strung tight, but without any serious injury. She heard a different loud noise, deciding that it was a locking mechanism to keep her tight and helpless. Most racks pulled the arms and legs vertically. But this rack had a modification. Claire's arms were pulled upward, virtually alongside her head, but some strange pulley mechanism pulled her ankles and feet downward but also outward. Consequently, her sexual area was fully exposed and very vulnerable.
Stretched out on her back, she looked at the stone ceiling and wondered how many women had been tortured and used here. She was so lost in thought that she wasn't prepared for what happened next. Suddenly a sack was pulled over her head and a rope tightened loosely around her throat to hold it in place, even as she shook her head, confused. "Pierre, what are you doing?" she cried out.
Perhaps a minute later, and from across the room, Pierre's voice rang out, "Please come in, Sir. She is prepared for you as you requested, helpless and ready for your use. You can believe me when I say that this slut is a good fuck toy. I have sampled her wares in the past."
"No, Pierre! No!" she pleaded through the cloth of the sack.
She felt someone climb onto the table and a heavy body pressed against hers! She shrieked, unable to believe Pierre would betray her like this! A moment later, she felt a penis at her pussy lips and with a hard quick thrust it roughly penetrated her!
She was babbling with shock and fear. Then the man's scent worked its way through the cloth sack into her nostrils. "Wait," she thought, "this is Pierre's scent, and that cock feels very familiar." Her eyes flew wide open in the darkness of the sack. "He's performing some sort of act to truly frighten me, and humiliate me!" Even though it'd shocked and mortified her at first, she was now thrilled that he'd gone to the trouble to dream this scenario up to heighten her responses. Pierre continued pumping and she was soon lost in a fantasy world of sex. She came several times before he removed the sack and made her finish him off, with her mouth sucking out his seed. The salty taste and scent of his semen made her toes curl with delight. Pierre had again given her the sort of experience that she craved, and she was very pleased with him.
"I'll have to give him another gold coin," she thought, smiling and licking the errant drops of semen off her lips. "I wonder what else he might plan for me?" He released the gear's brake and the ropes went slack, allowing him to untie her and carry her to a chair. She snuggled against him as he positioned her on his lap, embracing her. Chest to chest, they could feel their hearts thumping in counterpoint, the hard thumps slowly ebbing as the two of them calmed down again.
That encounter was so satisfying that about a month went by without Claire being frustrated at not having another 'alone time' with Pierre. Her experiences with him had given her plenty of material for self-gratification, which was good, since she was dealing with several household issues. She had to replace one of the maids, and had to consult with the head gardener about the various plantings around the estate, and also what needed to be in the food garden. And that latter decision involved the chef, and she had to consult the sous chef, and they had to consult the salad chef and the dessert chef. Claire was happy to have the responsibilities, since she knew her husband had placed the estate in her charge and she wanted to do a good job.
One day, the weather was raining and blowing the trees around. It wasn't a fit day for man nor beast, as they say. Claire was in the sitting room with a warm fire and blankets to dispel the chill in the air. One of the servants came running into the room where Claire was sitting and reading.
"My Lady, there is a messenger with a letter for you at the front hall," the maid said.
