An adult stories – Cleaning Up, Pt. 02 by mollycactus,mollycactus 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.
“Just take it and bring it to me, girl.”
“I’m very sorry, my Lady, but its an official communication and he said he must place it directly into your hands.”
Claire walked through the house, a bit annoyed that she had to be disturbed from what she’d been doing. She’d left behind that warm blanket that had dispelled the chill that the rain had brought, so she shivered a little as she walked. As she came into the hallway, she noticed a slicker covered, dripping official standing there with a shoulder bag.
“This must be important for you to brave this filthy weather,” she commented. “May I help you, Sir?”
“Are you the Mistress of this house?”
“Yes I am.”
“I have a letter for you, Madame. Please sign for it.”
Claire signed the document and the official opened his bag and handed her a sealed letter. “Madame, the rules state that you must break the seal in my presence.”
Claire broke the seal and read the letter. It was an official communique reporting that her husband’s ship was lost in a storm and that unfortunately he hadn’t survived. His body was recovered, but it was in such bad shape that they had to bury him at a local church. Reading those ominous words, Claire went into shock and her vision darkened as she began to faint right there in the hallway! Servants rushed to her side to catch and steady her. When she regained some control of her legs, they helped her walk to her room.
She was crushed. “He was a good man that had rescued me from poverty and had treated me with care,” she reminded herself, saying a prayer for his soul. She felt awful. She felt like she’d betrayed her husband and now regretted her actions with Pierre. Calling the household staff together, she solemnly told them, “My husband, your Master, has perished. This house will now be in a state of mourning. I will not be receiving visitors until I feel up to it. Now go about your duties.”
A footman carried the news to the staff that worked outside the house in the stables and gardens. Upon hearing the news, Pierre became worried about Claire. He sent her note after note asking if she was OK, but got no replies. Unable to stand the uncertainties any longer, he cleaned himself off thoroughly to be presentable, entered the house, and knocked softly at her door.
Claire opened it and saw him standing there looking sad and apologetic. “Madame, I was worried about you. I am so sorry for your loss.” Hearing that, she burst into tears and went into her room, leaving the door open. A little uncertain, he decided that since she hadn’t slammed it in his face, he should follow her.
“Pierre please close the door and stand close. I only want to whisper.” When he’d followed her instructions, she whispered, “Oh, Pierre. I feel so bad. I realized that I cheated on my husband. It isn’t your fault – it’s all mine. I can’t help myself. I want to be punished for my sins. I need it.” She sobbed quietly. “Please help me… punish me!”
Pierre was a little shocked at her outburst. He thought fast, wanting to help her. “Ah… I have a couple of ideas, Madame. I was rearranging the room, and in a corner under some blankets I uncovered a device that might possibly help fill your needs. I also found other items when I was tidying up.”
“Anything, Pierre! But I cannot be marked – do you understand?”
“Yes, Madame. I think that the things I found will punish you and humiliate you for your sins until you feel better.”
Pierre gave her several days to calm down. It was a busy time for her, since she had to settle legal matters and such. Her husband Olivier must have felt that the voyage might be dangerous for he had everything placed in her name if something were to happen to him.
Claire learned that she was a very wealthy woman now and could do as she wished, which actually made her feel more remorseful.
Finally, feeling more in control, Claire sent a note to Pierre including their code words, and asking when would be a good time to talk. He responded, asking her to meet him in the room two days from then at two hours after noon. He wanted to explain his possible answers to her request.
Two days later, Claire put on her day gown and headed to the secret door. She’d brought a candle with her but found the way well lit already with the lanterns. She’d told Pierre how the secret door from the house could be found, so he must’ve entered the dungeon from the house to light the lanterns and unlock the other doors. As she opened the last door she saw Pierre and rushed to his arms. He held her tight and comforted her.
“Madame, do you still feel you need to be punished?” he asked gently.
“Yes Pierre, I still do and I place myself in your hands. But please remember my position in the town.”
“I think I have the answer, Madame. Do you trust me? I won’t mark you but you’ll know you’re being punished until you tell me otherwise. Agreed?”
“Yes Pierre. I do trust you.”
Since all the lanterns were already lit, he led her across the brightly illuminated room to a large wooden frame. “Remove all your clothing, slut,” he commanded. She did as she was told, and soon stood as naked as the day she was born. He moved her under the frame and tied her hands together to a rope hanging down and pulled at its free end. Her hands were pulled up and up until she was fully upright and standing there, her nude body gleaming in the lantern light.
Pierre then tied ropes to her ankles and spread her legs apart, securing the ropes to the sides of the frame near its base. She found herself now completely helpless but reasonably comfortable. She watched as he went to a table and removed something from a drawer. Her heart accelerated as she recognized the device. She didn’t know its name, but she knew its purpose.
“I’m now going to chastise you with this flogger, you lowly cheating whore. I promise not to mark you with it, but you will feel great pain as I redden your flesh with it. If things get too intense, you may beg me to stop.” He stepped behind her back and paused, knowing that anticipation would make the first blow feel even worse. After a minute or two, he drew his powerful arm back and swished the flogger’s strands across her shoulder blades. She shrieked as the pain erupted across her back!
After only a brief pause, Pierre flicked the strands forcefully across her buttocks, knowing they could bear the blow better than her back could. She cried out, tugging at the ropes, but didn’t beg him to stop. Already the skin across her back was growing pink. After a few more blows her buttocks reddened. Then the back of her thighs and her calves quickly followed suit.
Pierre stepped around to the front of the frame, and looked at Claire’s face. She was weeping, but still was not begging him to stop. Knowing that she needed this chastisement, he flogged her breasts, tummy, and the fronts of her thighs, turning the flesh pink. He listened to her whimpering and knew that she was close to being ready to beg. But he hadn’t yet punished that part of her that she most fully believed she’d used to cheat her husband. Her mound and pussy were exposed, since her legs were bound apart. The strands of the flogger still whistled even as Pierre softened the force of the blow, striking her sexual area. Her scream was absorbed by the thick dungeon walls as she involuntarily rose up on her toes from the pain.
After that, Pierre watched her slump in the ropes, gasping, “Please, Sir! No more, I beg you.”
Pierre nodded and returned the flogger to the drawer. He waited for her pain to ebb, and her eyes to become more lucid. “As I promised, slut, there will be no markings, but you have experienced the pain of chastisement. I am please that you bore that pain so well. Does this help you feel that you have been punished properly for cheating?”
“Yes, Sir. I feel like that helped me atone for my sins. Thank you for being understanding of my needs.”
“So do you feel completely punished, whore?”
Claire felt the pain abating, and the stench of her sweating was sharp in her nostrils, but there was still a lingering need. Wondering what he might still have in mind, she replied in a shy whisper, “Umm… not completely, Sir. Do you still have a punishment in mind?”
He walked out of sight behind her, saying, “While cleaning the room I found something that I think will fulfill your needs, slut.”
Claire heard what sounded like metal on the floor behind her. He asked her one more time, “Do you, Claire, still feel you want to be punished? This is your last chance to say no.”
With her hands pulled above her, her head fell forward because her arms were so close together above her. She trusted that Pierre would not mark her in any manner, and not do any permanent damage to her body. “I accept your punishment, Sir,” she whispered, still feeling the need to atone.
Pierre came up so close behind her that she could feel his body heat along her back. Suddenly, she felt cold metal circling her waist. He came around in front of her, and reaching between her legs, pulled a metal strap up between her thighs. Aligning metal pieces, he inserted a final cover plate over the joined metal pieces. Claire looked down and watched as a pad lock was placed in a metal loop and clicked shut.
The metal device was heavy! She realized what it was and started to twist and turn in the confining ropes. Those movements made something that was hanging down brush against her leg. As she began to ask what had touched her leg, Pierre released her ankles from the ropes and grabbing them, closed shackles around each.
Her arms were still tied above her head, so Claire blindly tested her leg movements. She realized that she had some movement of her feet but was not able to move them more that a foot or two at the most. She tested her feet more to see how it felt. “I guess it’s still possible to move around as if walking,” she thought. She would soon learn that there was a chain attached from one ankle shackle to the other, restricting the distance she could move her feet. Another chain hanging from the bottom of the belt to the chain between her ankles could keep it from dragging on the ground, if she walked carefully.
Pierre now released Claire’s arms, freeing her from the frame. She tried her best to remove the belt, but with no luck, and ended up surrendering to the belt’s firm embrace. But doubts arose, so she pleaded, “Please, Sir, remove this device.”
He reminded her, “This is the punishment that you’d asked for, so you will wear this belt until I say otherwise. Now get dressed and go back upstairs.”
“But Sir… how can I function like this? I’ll be discovered and humiliated!”
“You’ll have to be the perfect lady and walk and act as a fine lady should,” he informed her. With that, he turned and walked out the passage way leading to the stables.
As the reality sank in, Claire was furious and started to dress. She soon found she could not wear some of her undergarments. This added to her humiliation as she clanked her way down the same passageway to lock both of the passageway doors behind Pierre. Experimenting as she crossed the dungeon, she found that if she walked in a comely manner, the chains were silent. On the other hand, the belt did its magic, moving with her body in just the right way.
Claire negotiated the stairs carefully, and reached her bedroom, locking its door behind her. She removed her clothes, looking at herself in the mirror. She had to admit, “It’s kind of fascinating being locked away like this at the hands of a handsome man.” She soon found out any attempt at pleasuring herself wasn’t possible and this made her feel even more wanton. She found that playing with her breasts and nipples was still arousing, but she could not quite reach orgasm doing just that. Her punishment now felt complete.
She walked around her room learning more fully how to keep the chains quiet. She found she could do well in keeping them secret. Over time, she became quite used to the belt and chains. Her smooth, graceful movements were noticed by the towns’ people and made her appear even more lady-like.
Claire asked Pierre to open the belt from time to time for thoroughly cleaning her body. They also took advantage of such times for her to ask him to demonstrate more of the dungeon’s devices, and pleasure them both. She was no longer married, so in time this no longer felt like cheating at all. This was Pierre providing for their mutual needs. After the pleasuring, Claire always asked him to re-lock the belt, at least for now. She purchased a chain so Pierre could wear the key to the belt’s padlock around his neck as a shared secret between them.
Gradually, Claire became accustomed to the idea that as an extremely wealthy woman, she could do as she pleased, since none of her staff wished to lose their livelihood. She began to fantasize about other things she and Pierre could do.