It was a large house, with an open plan living area. The bedroom Carole had occupied was one of five, all large, two, including the master bedroom with their own ensuite, and all fully furnished. The master bedroom, she was to learn, was half as large again as the others. She first passed a bathroom that was spacious, and lavishly finished, with floor to ceiling tiles, a large mirror, glass shower stall, and a corner spa bath. Next there was a toilet, the laundry, and three of the other bedrooms, furnished similar to the one she occupied, but without ensuites. The hallway ended with the last bedroom, so Carole backtracked to her room and turned to her left, taking her into a very large day room, what in most houses would be the family room, but this one was more of a sitting room with a couple of lounges placed in such a way as to take in the view from what appeared to be the back wall of the house, that was almost entirely glass. Double French doors opened onto decking with a banister. The only thing to be seen, however, was the driving snow, and little else. Leading off the day room was a games room with a full size snooker table, several stools, and a bar in the one corner. Overlooking the day room was a galley kitchen, very modern, and very clean, with all the modern conveniences and appliances.
Carole had expected to see Jack by now, so she continued to wander through the house, looking for him. She left through the kitchen, continuing to explore as she went, and entered a spacious dining room with a beautiful dining table with space for eight people, made of rich mahogany wood with matching chairs, sitting on lush carpet. The dining room itself overlooked a spacious sunken lounge room, which, like the rest of the house, had a definite male presence about it. The lounge chairs themselves were of a rich deep colour. Side tables and lamps were beside the main lounge, casting a warm subdued lighting throughout the room. On one wall was a large plasma flat screen television, with a cabinet beneath, which Carole presumed held the owner's stereo and DVD player. A slow combustion heater, recessed into one wall, was burning, accounting for the general warmth throughout the house. It appeared to be very efficient.
The entire house, so far, had been clean and tidy, with nothing out of place. This man was definitely not a slob. Open French doors led through the far wall of the lounge into an entrance hallway, where large double doors, the doors Carole assumed, being the same ones she last remembered collapsing against, were shut against the ferocious weather she could still hear raging outside.
Entering the hall and following it, Carole continued her unguided tour of the house, quietly amazed at the size of it and quality of the furnishings and fittings. She was starting to feel somewhat uneasy, not having yet found Jack, but then she still hadn't completed her circuit of the house yet. Just the same, Carole called out to Jack in a tentative voice. No response.
Still more doors led off the hallway she was in, most prominent belonging to the main bedroom. The door was ajar, and with a slight push, it swung quietly open to reveal a very spacious master bedroom, lavishly furnished, with large bay windows. The curtains were drawn, letting in the soft filtered light of early morning. Carole jumped when she realised that the room was occupied. On the bed lay Jack, breathing deeply in sleep.
Automatically, Carole started to back out of the room, but then she stopped. Feeling very nervous, but unable to help herself, she stepped cautiously into the room, advancing half way to the bed. Ready to retreat, like a bird poised to take flight, Carole took the opportunity to have a good look at her host, while he was unable to know that he was being observed. After all, she reasoned, he had observed her in just such a position.
Yes, her first impression had been correct. He was an attractive man, even in sleep. The room, like the rest of the house, was warm but not hot or stifling, and Jack slept with just a sheet that covered him to the waist. One hand rested on his stomach, with the other arm thrown back over his head, he lay on his back snoring softly.
Carole took another tentative step toward the bed, and then other, and then she had advanced to the foot of the bed before she realised it. Jack had no facial hair, but had a full chest of hair, which Carole watched rise and fall as he slept. And then something happened that Carole had never seen before, not even in the fifteen years she had been married. Jack started to get an erection in his sleep. Where the sheets rested at the junction of his legs, the outline of his penis was visible, and then his penis started to thicken. Before long, the sheet started to rise, tenting like a tepee. Again, Carole wanted to leave, and again she seemed unable to do so. He certainly wasn't small, she thought!
Soon, Carole caught herself fantasizing, as Jack slept, imagining herself impaled on his now fully erect cock, hands straight out in front of her holding onto the bed head, Jack cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
Suddenly, Jack stirred, and Carole found she had bolted for the door before she had even realised she had moved! As she reached for the door, she looked back over her shoulder and saw that Jack was still sound asleep. Carole wondered how anyone could ever steal into someone else's house and rob them while they slept. She knew she would never have the nerves for it.
Carole pulled the door to, and listened to the sound of Jack's breathing for a moment longer, just to be sure. Yes, he was still sound asleep. She waited a moment longer to allow herself to calm down, and then she moved on.
Further down the hall Carole stopped again, and leaned against the wall, still a little on edge from the start she had given herself. Deciding she would just go back to her room and wait for Jack to wake, Carole continued along the hallway. She passed a couple of doors that appeared to be cupboards on either side of the hall, a study with the usual items of desk, computer, printer, and assorted stationary, all very neat, and was about to pass another door, this one closed, when she decided, what the hell. Carole hesitantly opened the door, and found a set of stairs leading down. She presumed they led to a garage, for at the bottom of the stairs was another door, also shut. About to close the upper door, she changed her mind and descended the stairs, and opened the second door. The room was in darkness, but by running her hand along the wall near the doorway, Carole found the light switch, and turned the lights on.
What she found took her breath away. It was a dungeon, complete with all manner of equipment for the administration of bondage and discipline! Just what, Carole wondered, had she gotten herself into? On the walls was an array of various whips, chains, clamps, and restrain devices, masks and gags, rings and eyebolts fastened to the walls to hold some poor unsuspecting soul who happened to tumble in out of the snow! There were other items as well; things Carole had no idea to which their purpose was intended. There were leather contraptions, bars with leather loops for holding arms and legs, and there was a couple of benches, also with restraint holds, and what looked like a leather swing, hanging from chains from the beams that spanned the ceiling. Also at various intervals, there were other chains hanging from the beams. The floor itself was the only harmless looking thing in the room, being covered in a lush deep red carpet. The room was again very spacious. The entire effect was both frightening, and intriguing.
All of this, Carole took in in a moment, and then she knew she had to leave before Jack woke and found her in his lair. She turned and bolted up the stairs, pulling the door behind her as she entered the hallway, shutting it with more force than she had intended. From there, she practically sprinted to the end of the hall, ignoring two other doors on her left, she turned right and found herself back at the kitchen, which she skirted, passing straight through the day room, making her way back to her room.
She had to get out of here. Ok. How? She had no money, no clothes! And nowhere to run to! What to do? Think!
The phone! Yes that was it, she'd call for help to come and get her somehow! And what would she tell them? That the man who had saved her life, nursed her back from the brink of death, had done nothing to her except show kindness. But he has a dungeon!
Ok, ok! Calming herself down, Carole tried to think clearly. Clothes were something she had do do something about. She certainly wasn't going to go prancing around this mansion anymore in a towel that barely covered her. The shirt Jack had supplied her wasn't any better. Sitting on the bed with her legs pressed close together and her hands in her lap, she contemplated her predicament And that was when Jack walked in.
"Good morning. I'm glad to see you're up. How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Er....fine thanks. Yes, I'm fine" Carole stated nervously.
"Good. Do you feel like some breakfast?"
"Yes, that would be great thanks," affirmed Carole, "Er...are my clothes dry, or would you by any chance have any clothes I could borrow?"
"Yes, of course. How unthinking of me! You'll find some ladies clothes in the wardrobe and the drawers in the bedroom at the end of the hallway. Just go straight ahead when you come out of here. You can't miss it. There isn't much, but I should think you will find something in there that will fit you."
