Rachel touch the painting

This was all too much for Rachel. She was caught between two emotions, curiosity and the need to flee. Curiosity was stronger. She spun around and took another look at the woman in the painting and decided she had to know for sure what the man meant. She never asked herself how the man was there to talk to her. Her mind seems to be opened to the unexplainable this house was playing weird tricks on her mind. Rachel moved forwards and touched the painting and suddenly a bright light blinded Rachel. When her sight came back she was in a different place and her body felt different too.

Rachel was in a kind of cellar. She tried to move, but her movement seems to be restrained. It took her a couple of seconds to understand that her arms were locked in chains over her head. She looked down and she was wearing a white nightshirt that was covering her body up to her knees. One thing was sure, Rachel wasn't in her body anymore. Her breasts were smaller and the black hair that was falling before her eyes weren't the usual blond as they were a few moments ago. It took her a few seconds to understand that she couldn't control this body but was a mere passenger. Was this all an illusion or a ****-induced dream? Rachel didn't have the answers, but for the moment she would have to experience it.

Suddenly a door being opened was heard throughout the cellar. The woman locked in chains saw the man entering the room and felt relief. Rachel could experience the woman feeling being physical or mental. Rachel could hardly understand it, but the woman's body reacted to the sudden apparition. The woman's pussy was becoming wetter and her nipples were hardening. Rachel didn't understand how being locked in chains and the sight of your captor could induce such a lust, but she was about to learn a lesson that will help her understand. They couldn't see him, but the man was right behind the woman.

"I brought you a gift." said the man with the same deep voice as before. It wasn't really a surprise, but the man standing behind the woman was the man from the painting which means the woman tied was the woman in white, and was this one event in their life that Rachel was reliving.

"Please show me, I can't wait anymore." Pleaded the woman in a soft and very feminine voice.

"Soon my dear, but first let me disrobe you." Said the man moving up front and tearing the white nightshirt with a strong grip. Rachel could feel the cold air on the exposed pussy and nipples of the woman. The effects were immediate, she could feel her own lust rising up. This could be dangerous for her to lose herself in those feelings. At that moment, two strong hands pressed hard against the woman's breasts sending a little yelp out of her gorgeous lips. Rachel had never understood BDSM before, but feeling what the woman felt at that moment, the anticipation, the unchecked desire, the incapacity to change her fate were sending mix-signal in her mind.

The master of the manor had returned behind. Rachel could feel his warm breath on her naked back sending shivers down the woman spine. Suddenly, the man pushed something in her pussy and turned it collecting a maximum of her juice. The woman was moaning and Rachel caught in her mind was moaning too. After a few minutes, he removed the object covered in natural lubricant and he pushed it against her ass which penetrated it with a bit of resistance.

"Now my dear you'll wear this gift every day. This way your body will always be ready for me." Said the man with his commanding voice and she received the command submissively.

"As you wish." Moaned the woman feeling lust in every fiber of her being. The man took something that was hooked on the wall. A few seconds later, she felt the rod of a riding whip pushing between the fold of her sensitive cunt.

Rachel was slowly losing her mind. She couldn't bear all the pleasure and lust. She wanted only one thing to get pegged by the man's cock, but the woman knew her place and would accept anything from the man and will wait patiently for him to get ready

Suddenly, the man removed the leather rod and with a quick movement of his wrist snapped it against the woman's ass. It left a red mark on her bottom. The woman only reaction was to moan even louder.

"Now do you understand what I meant? Do you want to feel like this forever?" Asked the man and Rachel knew he wasn't asking the girl in white being flogged by him, but to her and she had found her voice. "Answer me now." Commanded the master of the mansion.