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.
