If you’ve read “The Nude Triptych”, you will recall that I left Kath’s gorgeous house with the promise that, next time I visited her, she would let me see inside her secret room. For days I was consumed with curiosity about it and could hardly wait before going around to see her again, but I knew I’d have to wait until Roger was away for a day or so; Kath is always so thrilled when I stay overnight.
My patience was stretched almost to breaking point for nearly two weeks before Roger announced one morning as he was opening his mail that he would have to spend some time with a new customer who owned a large hotel on the North Devon coast. Free accommodation was offered him during his stay so he asked if I would like to go as well, but I reminded him of my promise to Kath and he was his usual understanding self.
I phoned Kath to let her know that I would be arriving in two days’ time and I also reminded her of her promise about the room. She laughed effusively. “Yes, I remember what I promised,” she said. “I’ll make certain that everything is on display by the time you arrive.”
On display? What did she mean? What on earth could be in that room if it was to be put on display? This fuelled my curiosity even more and the short wait until Roger’s departure seemed endless.
On the way to Kath’s house I started thinking about how good and generous she had been to me and how lonely she seemed. It was understandable living in that great big house on her own. Usually I was on the receiving end of Kath’s love, which, I have to admit, always thrilled me and it always seemed to give her enormous pleasure too. But I made up my mind that, if the opportunity presented itself during my visit, she would be on the receiving end of my love this time.
Now Kath isn’t the sort of woman who phones up and says, “Drop everything and come on over”. She’s more likely to say, “Come on over and drop everything.” In other words, when I arrive it’s usually not very long before I shed all my clothes - and usually my inhibitions as well. If my plan was going to succeed I’d have to keep my clothes on - at least for a while.
Although she’s older than I, I find Kath very sexy and seductive. With her good looks, firm body and those bedroom eyes she would make a good life model, but so far I haven’t had the courage to ask her to pose for me.
She often tells me she prefers me in next to nothing or preferably nothing at all, so all I was wearing for my visit was a pair of panties, a short blouse with bare midriff, a miniskirt and a pair of high heels. I carried my small handbag containing all the usual girlie things and my toothbrush.
As I approached the front door I undid two more buttons on my blouse displaying my cleavage in a rather obvious way which I knew would appeal to Kath. She smiled as she opened the door wearing a long dark gown almost brushing the floor. As soon as I was inside she flung both arms around me, drew me close and planted a sexy grade A1 star kiss right on my mouth. Then she put her cheek close to mine and still held me as her hands easily slid up my bare back underneath my blouse.
“Mmmmm It’s good to see you again darling,” she said in a semi-whisper. “You smell so good too. I really have missed you.”
“Missed you too,” I replied as I drew back my head and looked into her happy face, our noses almost touching.
As I placed rapid tender kisses on her mouth, her hands slid slowly around me to hold my breasts and fondle my nipples beneath my blouse. Then her hands dropped to my waist and she smiled a broad smile.
“And now, I suppose you are going to keep me to my promise about showing you my very special room.”
“Well, you did say...” I began.
“Yes, I know,” she cut in. “And I fully intend to keep my promise. But... are you ready for this? There are things in that room that you’ll never have seen before. Do you have the courage to enter?”
She said all this in a mock heroic tone which made me slightly apprehensive about what exactly I was going to see. Then she smiled to reassure me. “Come with me!” And she held out her hand.
First of all she led me to her study. She briefly entered and came out carrying the largest rusty key I have ever seen. She held it up in front of me and in her mock dramatic voice said “This is the key which will unlock all my secrets!”
She put her arm around my waist and hurried me down the corridor where we eventually reached the black door inset into the wall. I noticed that, although the door was not much larger than a normal door, it had huge black iron hinges on it.
Kath inserted the key and turned the lock. There was a loud click as it opened. Then she lifted the black latch with a clang and opened the door. As she did so the hinges squeaked and groaned like castle doors always seem to in TV dramas. It was all very scary and even with the door fully open I couldn’t see a thing. Kath took hold of my hand and swiftly pulled me inside. Then she slammed the door shut behind us with a dreadful clang.
It was pitch black and I could see nothing. Then I heard a rustling from the far side of the room followed by a faint giggle and finally a loud hideous laugh which nearly made me jump out of my skin. I threw my arms around Kath and clung to her.
“Wh...wh...what was that?” I asked.
She answered by switching on a dim light, and a truly amazing sight met my eyes. The whole room had been turned into a dungeon. It was obvious that the stonework was painted, but in the subdued lighting it looked real.
By now I had regained my composure and took my arms from around Kath. “Oh! And I was enjoying having you clinging to me, ” she laughed. Then she flicked another switch and two powerful lights lit up the whole room.
Becoming braver with the lights on, I took a step forward and gazed all around me in wonder at the decor. “Gosh Kath. This is truly amazing. What’s in here altogether?”
“Have a look at this,” she said and took me back a step to a box just inside the door. It was filled with buttons and switches. “Remember the laugh you heard?” she said. She flicked a small switch and the laugh boomed out once more. I still jumped but not quite as much as the first time.
She pressed buttons and operated a slide to control the volume as we heard screams and groans and all manner of unearthly sounds. She even made the sound of the creaking hinges once more, even with the door shut. Another button produced music, and she flicked through a few seconds of various tracks.
I could see that all around the walls were hooks of all kinds, some fastened to ancient-looking beams. There was a wooden rack used in ancient times for stretching people, there were stocks for putting feet in and a pillory for putting someone’s head and hands through. There were several ancient- looking wooden chests with iron studs and an old cupboard with an ill-fitting door and a hinge missing. There was an assortment of blocks of wood of varying size and an amazing selection of ropes and chains draped all over the place. Some were over a wooden pony - used especially on women. I knew what that was for and I instinctively closed my legs more.
Almost in the centre of the room was a large frame with hooks all around it, bars across the middle and handles and wheels at the side. It was mounted on a wooden platform and I could just see castors underneath.
It looked like some sort of torture frame and I went towards it with something approaching awe. “What on earth is this thing Kath?” I asked.
“Ah yes. Now that’s...” She was interrupted by the ringing of a telephone some distance away. “Oh, I’m expecting a call from my financial advisor. That might be him. I’ll be as quick as I can. Meanwhile have a look around. Nothing’s locked by the way. Help yourself.”
As she turned to go out I spun around and yelled, “Oh, Kath! Please don’t shut the door will you?”
She laughed out loud. “Of course not darling. You don’t think I’d lock you in my dungeon do you? I love you far too much to do that.”
I stopped in my tracks. That was the first time that Kath had said she loved me. Deep down I suppose I knew she did, just as I loved her. But words add an extra dimension to thoughts don’t they?
Kath had told me to help myself so I decided to do just that. The large, formidable machine in the centre of the room intrigued me so I went over to have a closer look. Viewing the structure, it was obvious that it was designed to keep a person in bondage as there were wrist manacles, restraints for ankles and neck and the centre bars could be moved forwards or backwards to push on parts of the body.
I examined the levers and wheels at the sides. These were rather more complicated but I eventually found that it was possible to spin the whole frame either forwards or backwards and to hold it in any position. It was certainly versatile.
I stood on the two small foot platforms and held up my arms towards the manacles. Mmmm. A person would certainly be spread out on that contraption. Then I thought about my plans for Kath. I wondered whether I could somehow persuade her to get on this machine. It would be worth a try.
I then decided to investigate the contents ofthe chests and the cupboard. The first of the chests was quite large. There was a piece of paper taped to the domed lid with the initials FM on it. I opened it and looked inside. A series of iron rods and small metal boxes met my enquiring gaze. At first I couldn’t make out what they were. Then I moved one of the boxes. Underneath was another rod and, fixed to the end, was a flesh coloured vibrator. My mind worked overtime. I had another quick look at the paper on the lid: “FM”. Of course! This was a chest full of fucking machines. Wow!! So that was how Kath spent some of her time. Again my mind boggled. I use a vibrator regularly but never one fixed to a machine. I wondered whether Kath would let me try one. But then I thought, no machine could ever be as good as Roger.
A smaller chest close by held an assortment of vibrators, dildos - single and double - and some padlocks with keys in them.
The ancient-looking cupboard was next. I tugged open the door and revealed an assortment of costumes in silk, leather, hessian and various other materials, all hanging on a rod. A shelf above held several helmets in varying designs.
I moved some of the hangings and there, in the corner, partly hidden was an old cavalry sword. I took it out. It was fairly heavy but I managed to swish it about above my head. I ran my finger carefully along the blade. It was blunt. I swung the blade onto the palm of my hand. It was very blunt. I don’t think that sword would have cut red hot butter.
