wrists and elbows cuffed behind her back and locked to a curved,
rigid rod that followed the curve of her spine and was locked to
her steel collar—her ankles hobbled by a trio of chains that
also were linked to the bottom of the rod—and a distressingly
large ball-gag plugging her grimacing mouth—Jodi padded down the
hallway, with mincing steps, behind Mistress Eleanor. She
focused on Eleanor's strong, bare shoulders, leather-clad back,
and buttocks. The seat portion of the
corset/bustier/bodysuit was more or less a black leather thong
cleaving said buttocks from the back. But for the smoky
black pantyhose clinging to the firm, dimpled globes, Jodi's
view was unobstructed.
Jodi was led past the guest room where she'd divested herself of
her sopping wet clothes, then on to the back of the house, where
Eleanor opened the door of what turned out to be a large walk-in
linen closet. It seemed like a lot of room to waste on the
storage of folded sheets, spare blankets, cleaning supplies, and
the like, and everything was stacked on built in shelving along
one wall. Eleanor closed the closet door behind them, Jodi
heard a click, and turned to find the back wall swinging
open. Secret door! she realized. This was
very cool, of course, but Jodi's appreciation of the feature was
lessened by her current situation.
The wall/door was thick and appeared to be solid. Eleanor
led her across the camouflaged threshold and Jodi found herself
on the landing of a set of wooden stairs leading down. The
wall closed behind Jodi's back with a solid thud and another
click, her leash snapped taut, and she carefully followed
Eleanor down the stairs.
"The house has a full basement, of course," Eleanor lectured,
"as do most of the outbuildings, but these stairs are hidden
behind a solid concrete wall. From the basement, it
appears to be part of the foundation. One would never
suspect anything was on the other side." She smiled back
at Jodi over her shoulder. "Terry used a number of
different discrete contractors to do the work, but I myself did
some of the more menial tasks, naked and in chains, of course."
Of course, Jodi thought. What could be more
normal that a husband using his beautiful, naked wife for
slave labor? It would make a great reality series on the
"Anyway," Eleanor continued, "there are a great many square feet
of 'utility space' down here the county assessor's office knows
nothing about. I assume there are modest savings on my
property taxes, but I've never done the calculations."
The stairs brought them to a long corridor with concrete block
walls, a semi-smooth concrete floor, and wooden timber
ceiling. Periodic compact, dimly glowing industrial
fixtures provided barely adequate but highly dramatic lighting.
"I confess I've been neglecting the housekeeping down here,"
Eleanor sighed, "but the occasional cobweb rather adds to the
ambiance, don't you think?"
There was noticeable dust, dirt, and the aforementioned cobwebs,
but the corridor wasn't that dirty. That said, Jodi could
tell the bottoms of her feet were probably black, and would need
a good washing when Eleanor finally decided to set her free...
which she hoped would be soon.
They began passing gray steel doors studded with bolts and set
in steel frames. All had substantial hinges and deadbolt
locks, and some had small viewing ports with sliding steel
covers set at eye level.
The overall effect evoked an old prison or insane asylum, and
did nothing to lighten Jodi's mood.
"Our first stop on the tour," Eleanor announced as she paused at
a door, produced a key from somewhere, turned the key in the
lock, and opened the door. She led Jodi across the
threshold, and the naked prisoner's eyes popped wide.
was thirty or forty feet on a side. It was difficult to be
sure as all the lighting was focused on the center of the space,
leaving the background in relative darkness. And directly
under the lights was a rectangular table of heavy wooden
timbers, but it wasn't a simple table. Winch mechanisms of
wood and steel were mounted at either end, and in the middle was
some sort of rounded wooden hump.
Jodi knew instantly that she was looking at a rack, a torture
device for stretching a victim by the wrists and ankles!
"This is our rack, of course," Eleanor lectured as she led Jodi
into the room, "and as you can see, rather than commissioning a
medieval replica, we decided to go with clean, modern lines,
easy maintenance, and enhanced functionality. The
mechanical elements are precision machined, and the wood
carefully sanded and finished."
Jodi examined the device. It was true. The thing was
like the furniture upstairs, no ornate decoration or unnecessary
detailing, but with elegant lines and fine craftsmanship.
A pair of black leather suspension cuffs rested on the hard
wooden surface, attached to a pair of ropes wound around the
wooden drum of the winch at one end. A similar pair and
identical winch were at the other end.
"It operates completely by hand," Eleanor continued, smiling at
Jodi. "We agreed that electric motors would be an
unnecessary complication." She went to the head of the
rack and turned the winch's steering wheel-type handle.
Gears turned, a pawl lifted and clicked, and the drum slowly
drew in the ropes and wrist cuffs. "As you can see, the
ropes can be tightened a fraction of an inch at a time."
She gestured to the hump in the middle. "A similar
mechanism allows the 'backrest' to be raised and lowered."
Jodi was still staring at the rack. Her heart was
pounding, and she was panting through her gag and her breasts
were heaving, just a little. She flinched, suddenly, as
Eleanor embraced her from the side and held her close. Her
left side was now pressed against the right side of her captor's
leather and nylon-clad body and Eleanor's gloved right hand was
resting on her lower tummy.
"Imagine, Jodi," Eleanor purred, "being stretched on that
thing... the ropes already so tight you can't move... gagged so
you can't scream or beg for mercy. And slowly... ever so
slowly... one click at a time, the ropes tighten, and the
smooth, hard wood under your back pushes you upwards." She
gestured towards the ceiling. "And look."
Jodi lifted her chin, looked up, and beheld a set of eye-bolts
with dangling pulleys mounted in the ceiling. Thin steel
cables, even thinner than the cable that had tethered her by the
collar in the sitting room upstairs, stretched across the
ceiling and down to a row of hand-cranked winches mounted on the
"Nipple-clamps can be attached to one winch," Eleanor explained,
"and a crotch-rope with strategically tied knots to
another." Her hand began to slowly massage Jodi's
stomach. "Imagine... stretched taut by your wrists and
ankles, with the backrest raised... nipple-clamp and crotch-rope
cables taut as fiddle-strings... Then, slowly... very
slowly... the backrest is lowered... and you're left like that
for hours and hours."
Jodi stared at the rack and shivered in her bonds.
"Poor thing," Eleanor chuckled, and kissed Jodi's
forehead. "I exaggerate. Terry would only leave me
like that for a few minutes... then clamp a vibrator to the
crotch-rope and make me cum. The experience is...
Jodi was still shivering. Eleanor kissed her forehead,
again, then released her embrace and stepped towards the
door. Jodi's leash snapped taut—"Nrrk!—and she tore her
gaze from the rack and followed.
destination was another steel door and another room, this one
slightly smaller than the rack chamber. The lighting was
concentrated over the center, as before, and this time was
shining down on a pair of thick, square, vertical wooden posts
supporting a horizontal beam. The posts were about five
feet apart and three feet in height. The beam was
comprised of several planks that had been sandwiched together,
then sawed into a rounded wedge with the triangular side
up. Like the rack and the furniture upstairs, it had an
elegant, well-crafted look. The posts were stained a warm
maple color, and the individual planks of the wedge stained
alternately dark and light.
There were gaps in Jodi's education—areas that could bear
improvement, to be charitable—but she knew the exact purpose of
the sinister thing before her. It was a horse, another
torture device! It punished any victim straddling the beam
by forcing her to carry her full weight on the narrow top ridge!
Jodi's heart was pounding again, if it had ever stopped.
Mounted over the horse was another eye-bolt, pulley, and cable
arrangement, with the required hand-cranked winch mounted on the
far wall. The top ridge of the horse was rounded and
smooth, like all the edges of the piece of "furniture," but it
didn't look like anything even remotely approaching a saddle or
"I can tell you recognize this device," Eleanor purred.
She embraced Jodi from the side, again. This time, Jodi
didn't flinch. She did flinch, however, when Eleanor's
gloved fingers slid down her tummy, through her pubic bush, and
cupped her pussy. "Your little feline friend is more
resilient than you might think, Jodi," she whispered in the
shivering prisoner's ear. "After being forced to ride that
thing, even for a substantial period of time, you'd be surprised
how quickly your pussy would return to normal." Her gloved
hand began a slow, gentle massage of the "little feline friend"
"Don't get me wrong," Eleanor continued. "While you ride
the horse, it hurts. It hurts like the devil, and it
doesn't stop." Her hand continued to glide. "There
are many variations, all on the theme of being naked, gagged,
and bound in a manner making it impossible to support your
weight other than by resting your pussy on the ridge. In
one case, your ankles might be lashed to the rings you see set
in the floor to either side. In another, your legs might
be folded and bound in a frog-tie, and your knees bound to the
rings. Your arms might be folded behind your back in a
box-tie, or your wrists bound behind your back and lifted
towards the ceiling. I found that particular position, the
strappado, to be particularly challenging and unpleasant,
as it forces you to lean forward and concentrates your weight
over your clitoris, rather than distributing it through your
entire crotch. It's most painful."
Jodi continued panting through her gag and shivering in her
bonds. Under different circumstances, and especially in
light of what Eleanor's hand was doing between her legs, she
might have found herself growing increasingly aroused, but at
the moment, her brain and pussy were now largely in
agreement. Neither wanted to have anything to do with
"The wrists can also be bound in front with the arms raised and
attached to the cable." She allowed her middle finger to
gently part Jodi's labia as she continued the massage.
"Terry found a setting that allowed me to straddle the horse
with my feet resting on a pair of wooden blocks, up on tiptoe
with my arms raised. I could support my weight with my
feet, my arm muscles, or both. Or... I could ride the
horse. He attached weighted clamps to my nipples, then
left me for the night." The pace of the intimate caress
increased. "Oh, Jodi. It was horrible.
Eventually, my feet and calf muscles would cramp... and my arm
muscles would succumb to exhaustion... and I'd have no choice
but to ride."
Jodi stared at the rounded ridge of the horse, imagining she was
in such a predicament, and a whine of distress escaped her
"Yes, it's horrible," Eleanor purred, then leaned close, kissed
Jodi's forehead, then released her embrace. "On with the
tour," she announced, turned, and walked towards the open
door. Again, Jodi had no choice but to follow.
The third stop
on Eleanor's tour was another smallish room about the size of
the horse chamber, and centered under the lights was—"Urrk?"—an
The rounded, iron cabinet was something like a giant chess pawn
sculpted in the general form of a medieval maiden, and it did
indeed appear to be made entirely of iron, with a rough finish
and rust-red patina. It was a few inches over six feet in
height, with a set of heavy-duty hinges on its left side and an
equally heavy-duty bolt with an integrated locking mechanism on
With the loop of Jodi's leash around her left wrist, Eleanor
turned the key in the bolt's lock, slid back the bolt, then
pulled the front of the maiden open.
As expected, the inside of the cabinet was lined with
spikes! Her eyes wide, Jodi couldn't help but whine
through her gag. "Mrrrf!"
"Now, now," Eleanor chuckled. She was using the key to
turn a lock set in the side of the sculpted maiden's head atop
the cabinet. "My maiden is not a means of slow
execution, like the Maiden of Nuremberg or other historical
examples." The lock released and the front of the head
sculpture swung open, revealing a void in the rounded shape and
only slightly larger than a human head. It was without
spikes, but two tiny round holes pierced the maiden mask's eyes
on the front. The range of vision granted a hypothetical
victim of the device would be severely limited, but at least
they wouldn't be in total darkness.
"The spikes are numerous, but quite short and not particularly
sharp," Eleanor continued. "They function to encourage the
occupant to remain centered inside the encasement, rather than
to impale her body and cause death by slow exsanguination.
You couldn't harm yourself on those things if you tried, but
just to be sure..."
As Jodi watched, Eleanor placed the flat of her palm against the
point of one of the spikes and pressed. The spike
shortened as she applied pressure, retracting into the thick
wall of the cabinet. Obviously, it was spring loaded, like
one of those prop knives used in the movies.
"Quite harmless," Eleanor purred. "However, the tips are
electrified, as is the plate in the floor, and the more pressure
that is applied, the greater the... stimulation." She
smiled at Jodi. "The electricity involved is also
harmless, of course, but quite motivating. As tiresome as
it might be to stand perfectly still inside the limited range of
motion allowed by the maiden, it's far better than being
repeatedly zapped, I assure you."
Jodi's heart was still hammering. The maiden was
terrifying, with or without "harmless" spikes and "harmless"
electrical motivation. The thought of being locked in the
thing for anything more than a few minutes was horrific.
In fact, given a choice, she'd pass on the entire experience,
regardless of the duration.
Suddenly, Jodi's leash snapped taut and she was being led from
the chamber and out into the passageway.
"Our tour has just begun," Eleanor said as she paused to close
and lock the maiden chamber's door, "but I think you need a
chance to think about what you've seen."
This is it! Jodi thought, she's gonna let me go!
"Also," Eleanor continued with a smile, "I confess it's been a
while since I've worn these boots. They would benefit from
a little neatsfoot oil or saddle-soap. Terry used to force
me to wear 'cruel shoes' on occasion, but I feel disinclined to
wear them by choice."
'Cruel shoes?' Jodi wondered as she padded in Eleanor's
wake. I wonder if they'll be on the tour... and where
is she taking me now?
A fourth steel
door was unlocked and opened, and Jodi found herself staring at
It was a cube, about four feet on all sides, with closely spaced
vertical steel bars braced by periodic horizontal bars.
The top and bottom were uniform steel grids, the individual
elements as hefty and closely placed as the bars of the
sides. A door set in the front was hinged on the left and
secured on the right by a pair of levers, one above and the
other below a heavy hasp. The top lever pivoted down, the
bottom up, and together they clamped the door into its frame and
formed a single attachment point for a hi-security padlock.
Eleanor released the clip of Jodi's leash, dropped it to the
floor, then entered the cage chamber.
Alone in the corridor, Jodi watched Mistress Eleanor unlock the
padlock, release the levers, and swing the cage door open.
She then turned to Jodi and smiled. Jodi looked to her
left and right, but she knew there was no point in trying to
flee. Even if Eleanor's boots slowed her down, Jodi's
hobbling fetters would slow her down even more. And even
if Eleanor decided not to pursue, to simply stand and watch her
"run" away, Jodi wasn't entirely sure she could find her way out
of this subterranean maze. Jodi heaved a sigh—a gagged
gulp, actually—then minced across the threshold and into the
Eleanor stepped to the side and picked up a large pad covered in
burlap. She placed it inside the cage, then, still
smiling, walked towards Jodi. "Sitting on the bars without
a pad is very uncomfortable. I know."
"Nrrf!" Jodi took a hobbled step back—she couldn't help
herself—but Eleanor was too quick for her.
"Silly girl," Eleanor chuckled as she stepped behind the naked
little captive and led her to the cage. "You know you're
not in control, of either the situation or yourself."
Jodi resisted, in a hopeless, halfhearted manner, as Eleanor
forced her to stoop and enter the cage. Kneeling on the
burlap cushion, she shuffled in a half-circle to face the cage
door, but by this time it was closed. She watched in
dismay as Eleanor secured the latches and closed the padlock on
"Now..." Eleanor stood, turned, and stepped to the
threshold of the chamber. "Why don't you take a nice nap,
Jodi, and I think I might do the same."
Jodi mewled through her gag—"Nrrrrrf!"—tugged on her steel
bonds, and shoved her right shoulder against the cage
door. It didn't even rattle in its frame. The
chamber door closed and she heard Eleanor turn her key in the
lock. Then, the small viewing hatch in the steel portal
slid open and she beheld Eleanor's smiling face.
"I wonder, Jodi," Eleanor purred, "if the weather hadn't
cooperated and made it so very easy for me to get you out of
your clothes, how much difficulty do you think I would have had
otherwise? I think I still could have talked you into
trying on the pretty bracelets binding your wrists. It
would have made no difference whether you were fully clothed, or
not. And once I had the collar on your pretty neck and you
were tethered to the ceiling, how difficult would it have been
to peel you out of your wrapping and lock you in the rest of my
chains? And if all else failed, how difficult would it
have been to slip a little something into your tea that would
make you more cooperative?"
Her heart pounding, again, Jodi panted through her gag and
stared at her captor's beautiful face. She's
right. She's right about all of it.
"Sweet dreams, Jodi," Eleanor said, then the hatch cover snapped
Seconds later, the overhead lights winked out, all but a single
fixture directly overhead. As her eyes adjusted to the
dark, Jodi could still see the locked door, concrete block
walls, and solid steel bars of her small cage by its single
dimly glowing, blue-green bulb.
If nothing else, Eleanor's tour had accomplished one thing:
Jodi's mind and pussy were unequivocally in total
agreement. She was of one mind. Anatomical
solidarity forever! Jodi wanted out of the cage, out of
Eleanor's dungeon, out of her steel bonds, and most definitely,
she wanted her clothes back.
Most of all, Jodi wanted to go home.