Cleaning Up Pt 03

Pierre was surprised at how long Claire wanted to wear her chastity belt. He didn't know that she found it exciting that he held the keys to her restraints. And knowing that she was his sex slave added sheer delight to her existence.

Claire's reputation for being a rich, beautiful, and outstanding business woman had spread around the land. This drew out men looking for a quick grab for her money but she was way too smart for those types. Her business acumen had increased her wealth three fold and she didn't regret anything.

But the memories of her times spent with Pierre kept coming back and the belt she wore only made her carnal needs more intense.

Therefore, when Pierre indicated via a note that he wanted them to meet, she knew he meant in the dungeon room, and hurried to comply with his order. When he arrived, he removed the belt and shackles from her body. She immediately felt a bit disappointed, since this made her feel like she was now missing something familiar to her body.

"Sir, why did you remove the belt and shackles?" she asked softly.

Pierre answered kindly, "I want you rested for my next surprise." But he would not say more, and bound her face down over a bench that was shaped like a padded saw horse. After licking, sucking and dining on her pussy -- lips, hole, and clit -- he fucked her like that. It was just the way she'd been longing for -- long, hard, and a little rough. With her fully restrained, she pulled hard at the ropes and chains as each orgasm cascaded through her body, and was only able to submit to his whims as he used her. That was a very memorable encounter, and helped her needs abate for quite a while.

One morning, while Claire was going over the household bills, she noticed bills, several in fact from a shop in the village. They were not all that expensive, but she noticed that Pierre made the purchases. She couldn't figure out why he'd purchased whatever the items were. Therefore she asked the staff to summon Pierre to report to her so she could determine why she was bring billed.

Soon thereafter, Claire received a note from Pierre saying, "I am very sorry Madame. Something important needs my immediate attention. But I will come as soon as possible."

Claire was a bit annoyed at this, and began to fume. Over the day, her annoyance grew and grew. She started to think, "He's with another woman! Perhaps a maid from the kitchen."

Pierre still had made no appearance, even though the time was late and Claire should head for her bed. But before she fell asleep, she devised a plan to find out who or what was currently keeping his interest instead of her.

The next day she moved quietly through the house down to the secret door behind the tapestry so she could approach the stables unseen. Carefully she slipped through the secret door and made her way down the stairs into the main dungeon room. Silently unlocking and opening the doors, she made her way to the outside door hidden by the tack. Unobserved, she stealthily entered the stables.

Claire could hear noises from the small area where Pierre had his room and she crept slowly in that direction not wanting to give herself away.

She peeked around the corner and saw Pierre crouched over a table intently working on something with tools. There seemed to be black leather strips lying on the table with bright shiny buckles in a pile. She thought he must be repairing a harness for the horses. Relieved to learn that it was something so innocuous, she quietly returned to the house without disturbing his concentration. She now completed the paying of the bills. His bill for the leather and buckles was quite reasonable, so she just paid what was requested.

Later that day, Pierre came into the main house to finally answer her summons. "Madame, let me first say how sorry I am that I didn't answer your summons immediately. I humbly beg for your forgiveness."

"Pierre, rest assured that you are forgiven," she interrupted. "You said something terribly important needed to be handled, and I believe you."

"Thank you, Madame. You are most gracious, as always," he stated. "And now, Madame, I wish to share some wonderful news with you, and you are the first to know. Because of your kindness and generosity I was able to buy a small ranch outside the town. It 's not much but it's mine."

Claire clapped her hands, saying, "This is marvelous news! I'm thrilled for you, Pierre, and I'd love to see it sometime. Although I hope that this doesn't mean they you're leaving my employ."

"Oh, not at all, Madame. I love working here and wish to continue, but I'm certain I can also take care of my little ranch. It's not big at all, Madame, but I can raise a few horses and they can roam my open meadow."

Claire smiled. "That clears up one mystery for me. I paid a bill for some new leather and buckles. So this new leather tack is for your horses?"

"Oh no, Madame," he replied. "I was hoping to keep it as a surprise, but it's for you for our next meeting."

Claire smiled again at hearing this. "When will you be able to show me?"

"I'm still working on things, but soon, Madame. I will show you when you come to see my new ranch."

Claire was both intrigued and excited. She could only wonder what Pierre had planned, but she was willing to wait. It should be mentioned that Pierre helped her ability to wait by taking her immediately to the dungeon room, stripping her and tying her wrists up over her head at a whipping post. But he didn't whip her. Using her harshly, he fucked her pussy until she came, and then penetrated her anally. Mashing her body against the whipping post, he slammed his cock in and out of her ass hole until he pumped a healthy load of semen into that naughty nether hole. Claire swooned with bliss. She loved it when this powerful man fulfilled her needs in such a manner.

Several days later Claire received a note asking her to be ready to travel to see Pierre's new ranch. The note asked her to be ready by noon on Friday and to instruct her staff that she would be away for the weekend and to pack lightly for the trip. On Friday, Pierre had the carriage packed and waited for her outside the front door ready to leave.

The weather was perfect and the ride to the ranch was delightful. As they rode, they chatted about many things to pass the time. Pierre shared his plans about the horses he'd raise. Claire could tell he really loved and cared about those majestic animals. She also noticed that as they rode the countryside became more and more isolated from the city. People from the city would have a very long walk to reach his ranch.

They finally turned into a wagon path in a wooded area almost hidden by trees and bushes. Even the way along that path to the house was quite a drive. She was surprised at the house since it was bigger than she expected and the fields were nicely fenced and were green and lush. He drove the horse and carriage into a small barn, and helped Claire down. She waited patiently as he unhooked the horse, led it into a stall, and cared for its needs.

Together, they walked to his new house, where he opened the door. As she was led inside she saw that it was neat and clean. It was nothing like her estate, but it had a homey feeling about it.

Claire looked at Pierre and said, "It's wonderful, Pierre. You've chosen well and the house and the grounds are lovely. But you also said you have something special to show me?"

"Tomorrow, Madame, if you please. It's getting late, and will be dark soon. We should eat, and then retire for the night. I hope you are looking forward to sharing a bed with me."

Claire looked into his eyes. "That all sounds heavenly. Thank you for bringing me here." She was looking forward to actually sleeping with this man. And she did sleep -- after they'd slaked their lusty needs with one another a time or two.

The next morning, after breakfast, Pierre said, "We can begin now Madame. This way, please." He led her to a room that must be his work room. There were tools and leather strips all around on the walls and on the work bench. She also saw small piles of buckles and a few large feathers in an open box. "Shall we have 'dungeon rules' when we are here at my farm, Madame?" he inquired quietly, looking into her eyes.

Hearing those words and seeing the look in his eye made her shiver with anticipation. Casting her gaze down toward the floor submissively, she whispered, "Yes, Sir. I would be pleased to obey your whims here." She really hoped he'd drag her to a sofa or a stool, and ravish her. Her pussy began lubing in unbidden preparation.

He closed the door behind her. "Very well, slut. Get those clothes off -- immediately!"

Her heart started to race as she undressed. Pierre wasn't surprised to see she was naked under her fine gown. After all, he'd told her to not wear undergarments as often as possible. When her garment was removed, he placed a blindfold over her eyes. As she gasped at the sudden darkness, she heard him say, "There are some adjustments I must make and I don't want to spoil your surprise." Trusting him implicitly, she just giggled and submitted to the blindfold's restriction of her sight.

She stood quietly in the middle of the room, listening to him move here and there. Pierre's voice was suddenly near her ear, making her flinch slightly. "I'm ready to start now, slut. Let me know if anything bothers you."

Claire felt something close around her neck and grow snug. From the tugging sensations, she intuited that a buckle was being secured. She also felt the touch of what must have been a piece of leather hanging down her front. Next, a strap went around her body above her breasts, followed by another that passed across in a similar fashion but below her breasts. Then she felt what had to be a wide leather belt being cinched around her waist and tugged in place with more buckles, making it pretty tight.

Trying very hard to imagine what was being done to her, she was caught off guard by the next strip of leather. This felt like a narrow strap was being passed between her legs and secured in the back. As this piece was snugged up and fastened, it took her breath away for a second as the strap settled between her pussy lips.

Pierre commanded her, "Walk around a bit, girl. Don't go very far in any direction. If you're about to crash into something, I'll stop you." As she walked several hesitant steps, she realized that narrow strap supplied a gentle stimulation to her pussy with each of her steps. She wanted to purr.

"Stop now, slut," Pierre ordered. Claire felt leather being placed around one of her ankles and then the other. Straining to listen, she heard the links of a chain being connected between them. This became obvious as she felt the weight the chain as it was added. She tested her legs and found she could walk in small steps, but there was not enough movement for anything like running.

Pierre said, "Now hold very still -- I need to make the final adjustments, and trim off some of the excess leather." He tightened a buckle or two a bit more, and there was a snipping sound, and the smell of raw, freshly exposed leather as he trimmed some straps. She got another surprise as he tightly closed leather pieces around each of her wrists and added chains that connected them to the wide leather belt. Now she had very little movement of her hands away from her sides.

Perplexed, Claire felt something being placed on her head. Pierre said, "Open your mouth now." As she obeyed, she suddenly felt something heavy and metal being placed in her mouth forcing her tongue down. She tried closing her mouth and also tried to speak but learned she could do neither action. The web of straps around her head tightened and was trimmed with a few snips of his scissors.

Pierre said out loud, "One more touch and you're all done, my lovely slut." She felt the harness on her head being touched and pressure being applied.

Finally, Pierre removed the blindfold so she could see her reflection in a small mirror. At first she couldn't figure what had happened and then it struck her. She was turned into a sort of woman-horse -- a horse whose limbs were controlled by the leather restraints.

On her head harness there were three long feathers standing straight up plus a small bell. She looked like a show horse! Testing her movements, she soon realized she was rather helpless because of the short chains holding her hands near her waist. The leather ankle cuffs and chains allowed her to walk, with some restriction.

Pierre smiled at her, "You know how much I like horses and taking care of them. It seemed only fitting that my first horse on my new ranch should be you."

Already getting turned on, what he did next excited her even more. He connected a lead to her bridle and led her outside and at the fence opened the gate to the field. Leading her inside, he left her there in the sunshine and fresh air. She was blinking and looking around as he gave her butt a slap. She giggled at this unexpected action, but the giggle sounded strange with the bit in her mouth, altering her sounds. He walked away, closing the gate behind him and strolled into the house.

As some time passed, she realized he was not coming back right away. She started walking through the fields, enjoying the day. The sun and fresh air caressed all her exposed skin -- and there was quite a bit of exposed skin. She blushed a little, and then began to feel free. She wandered far, hoping no one would see her like this. But hearing the bell ringing each time she moved her body just added to her excitement. Its sounds were drawing attention to her as she walked around in the open field.

With a brief break for lunch, she wandered the field and woods most of the day. Being naked and helpless out in the open like this was a new and very exciting experience for her. The slender leather strap rubbed between her pussy lips and against her clit as she walked, making her simmer with arousal. Her juices trickled down her bare thighs and as they evaporated gave off her heady scent.

She wondered what new thrills Pierre had planned for her. After wondering that, she didn't have long to wait. She saw him emerge from the house and walk to the gate, whistling for her to come to him. She wished she could trot over to him but the ankle chains forced her to walk rather sedately. If she tried to move too fast, she might trip and fall, and her hands near her sides could do little to break such a fall.

She was pleased when he attached a leash to her bridle and compliant as he walked her over to the front of the house. There he undid the leash, but attached a short chain bolted at about head height on the front wall of the house to that same location on her bridle. He also had 2 short chains located at waist height that he clipped onto her wrist leathers. Finally, she hadn't noticed that Pierre had two stakes driven into the ground that allowed him to anchor her ankle leathers with her feet as far apart as the connecting chain would allow.

Claire found herself anchored to the front of the house, barely able to move. Before she had much time to take stock of her predicament, she felt Pierre remove the small leather strap that had been pressing on her pussy. She was pretty certain what that meant. Sure enough, mere seconds later she felt her pussy being penetrated by Pierre's wonderful cock!

She made funny groaning and moaning sounds, altered by the bridle bit in her mouth as Pierre began fucking her deeply. She was outdoors, naked, well restrained, and being used like a fuck toy by this powerful man. His hands gripped her hips, keeping her in place as he hammered his lust in and out of her. Soon she was babbling... close to her release. Pierre grinned as he sensed this, and switched his hands to grip her breasts and knead them sensuously.

That added stimulus pushed Claire over the edge! She howled her climax at full volume, the sound made eerie by her bit-clenched teeth and trapped tongue. But her meaning was obvious -- not only did she need her orgasm, she also needed to feel spurts of hot semen in her pussy and/or ass... the more the better! Pierre didn't disappoint her. With a loud bellowing grunt, he released a prodigious amount of seed into her depths. The relief was so needed that Claire's body shook, pulling at the restraints and making the bell ring merrily.

Pierre heard a sound far behind him and looked back to see his friend Lucien approaching. Getting Claire's attention, he whispered into her ear, "A friend of mine is coming to visit me. He helped make this dream come true for me, and is going to sell me my first horse. With this gear on your head there is no way he can recognize you, especially as you face the house. I trust him completely, and I know he really wants to fuck your ass, slut. If you want this, nod your head. If you don't want it, shake your head and I'll just take him into the house and give him a cup of tea while we chat, then send him home.

Claire was frightened! Fucked by a total stranger? Dressed like this? Restrained like this? Yes, she was frightened, but also oh so very turned on by the thought! A strange cock inside her ass, fucking her as Pierre watched? She knew instinctively that she'd hate herself for passing up this opportunity that Pierre was offering. Shyly, she nodded, making the bell ring again.

Pierre smiled and turned to his friend. "Greetings, Lucien! It's nice to see you again."

By then, Lucien was only a few steps away. Holding out his hand to shake Pierre's, he said, "Thank you, my friend. Your farm is looking wonderful. And is this your breeding mare?"

Pierre gave Claire's butt a playful slap. "Yes, she sure is. I just bred her pussy, but she could still use a hot injection up her ass, if you're in the mood, Lucien."

"Anything for a friend, Pierre," he stated, chuckling. "Is that tight hole loosened up?"

"I left a little oil here by the wall. Let me get her ready," Pierre stated.

Moments later, Claire felt a slippery finger rubbing against her anus. After a few smeared circles of oil, it pressed insistently against the tight ring. She used her inner muscles to relax the ring a little, and was rewarded with the finger sliding inward, oiling as it penetrated. It was withdrawn momentarily and now two oily fingers pressed in, dilating her asshole well. Working his fingers in and out, Pierre looked at Lucien. "I see you've dropped your trousers, and your dick looks ready to take her and use her, so be my guest."

"Thanks," Lucien replied, stepping forward and lodging his cock head inside Claire's open butt hole the moment Pierre pulled out his fingers. Once his bulbous cock head was through her tight anal ring, Lucien shoved the rest of his cock all the way in!

Claire's head tilted back as she gasped loudly! "My god, his cock is so thick!" she thought. "It may not be very long, since I feel his bushy pubic hairs against my ass, but it's girth is really stretching me!" And once again she realized she was being fucked virtually in public by someone who was virtually a stranger, and moaned with delight. The 'stranger' grabbed her waist and started pounding her ass like he was possessed! The guttural sounds he made close behind her added to her humiliation and arousal. She was soon teetering on the edge of cumming. But maddeningly, the restraints prevented her from moving enough to make herself cum. She made a sound of frustration, hideously transformed by the bit and her trapped tongue.

"Ah, my friend," Lucien grunted out. "One must listen carefully to the breeding mare's sounds to know when she is ready, as this one is. Then we help, thusly." One of his hands came around her hip, and his finger stroked the sensitive tissue right alongside the rod of her clit. Claire had never felt a gentle, almost indirect stimulation of her clit, and it was like a sort of electric shock crackled from her clit, crashing through her entire body from her clit upwards and from her clit downwards. Saying she came hard would be an understatement!