Seek out your wife

Enough for today! Enough portocol, laws, rules, rites, greetings and whatever else fancied the master of ceremonies! If you had your way, for a whole week, while you ride in that Maria of his and add her to your stable! You cast an angry glance down into the courtyard, wondering where Marissa went. Your wife was sneaky, so she would conceal where she brought her newest toy. And you intend to find out.

Having instructed your servants to let noboby disturb you in your study, you lock the door behind you. Stripping the pompous clothes worn for court, you don a simpler garb, only the torc around your neck giving away who you really are. A cloak, a short sword, the keys - and you leave your chambers through a small hidden door next to your bed, careful to close it behind you without a sound.

These small passage ways are your second home, after you discovered them. Hours of using them as shortcuts make you know the old ways as good as the contents of your pockets. Where would you place your secret hideout, if you had a mage to kidnap? Surely, it could not be too far - it would have been just to inconvienient for Marissa. So it must be close. The Mage's quarters were over there. And that would mean, past these stairs...

A strange light emenates from underneath the doorstep. Not candles, nor torches. The faint smell of burning incense, and something iron, something sweet. No lock on the door, either - but disturbed cobwebs in the corners. This must be the place. Somewhere in the mostly deserted west wing of the castle, where the storage was kept after part of the walls were judged to be no longer stable to house the kitchen and part of the servants quarters. This MUST be the place!

For a moment, you study the door. Stury. Old. Thick.
And, for a moment, you think you see a faint marking on it, perhaps just for your eyes.

You press down the handle and open it, with no sound whatsoever. Beyond the door stretches a small corridor, which then opens into a larger room that is lit by two glowing orbs the size of small pigs, both swirling with strange, soft colors and shapes, both dangling from the ceiling in twisted cages made from black metal. The walls has been covered with tapestry depicting lewd, outrageous scenes, only leaving places here and there for shackles and chains or a small cell door.

"Ah, Master!" purrs Marissa as you enter the large room which seems to be part workshop, part dungeon and part **** chamber. Your wife kneels before you, her legs slightly spread, looking up at you while offering you a crop with both hands outstretched. The nothing she wears, made from strips and stripes of leather and studs and bolts of metal glitters in the strange light. "I have been ... expecting your arrival for quite some time now." She smiles seductively. You take the crop from her hand. "Let me show you around and give you a tour, my Master." You nod, and she rises, licking her lips. You do not qestion her what this act is all about, you plan to do so later. Yes, definitively later.

"This place is quite remarkable, don't you think Master? Before we moved in here, it was certainly the place to keep unwanted or _important _prisoners." The way she says it makes you smile. Her bare ass, hardly contained by the leather stripes surely contribute to it as well as it sways side to side in perfect harmony with her hips and legs. "Here." She points at a strange woman. Atheltic, pale, with short hazle hair. Around her neck, wrists ankles are leather-lined cuffs, made to anchor a chain to it. And nothing else but a faint shine of sweat on her skin. She kneels, just like Marissa did before. Behind her on the wooden table you spot strange devices, all being worked on. "This is a good ****. Without her, I could not be where I am now, I do not say it without pride, Master," your wife explans. The cuffed woman looks up at you. "As You are my Mistress's Master, this **** shall serve you dutifully. Command, and this **** obeys." Her voice is soft, gentle almost. You smile and nod. "Show your Master what is being worked on." The woman rises and bows, pointing at strange contraptions collected on her table, explaining the use. Sometimes, you rise a brow, and Marissa grabs it to apply it to the poor woman. It certainly excites you, but Marissa motions you to be patient and wait.

A collection of fine-made collars peaks your interest. "What are these for?"

"These," Marissa purrs, "Are for those who are finished in their training. Come, my Master. Let me show you the crown jewel of my collection." With these words, she swiftly steps over to a tapestry and pushes it aside, revealing a door behind it. And beyond that door, shackled in chains and cuffs, gagged and blindfolded, slightly bruised and scratched, her former nightgown hanging from her in rags, was the former Lady Vessa. "I have a hard time with this one, Master" your wife points out, "But she seems quite willing to learn. Eager, even. Almost too eager. If she could, she would whip herself, alas, I cannot let her do it, the poor thing cannot contain herself anymore."

So this was where she had brought her! You didn't even want to know how she managed it to subdue her, let alone ensare her and enchant her. Mariassa eyes the crop in your hands. "It is deemed appropriate if the Master tests her current training to see if it is already satisfactory." A devilish smile creeps on her lips, as she steps inside the cell. "Yet I do not recommend it. She needs some more attention ... ." Marissa eyes you carefully and strokes over her barely constrained breasts. "So, the more you let us train without interruption, the sooner she's ready for you. See you tonight, my love." Your pregnant wife whispers into you ear. It seems like a good idea, yes.