Free Stephanie's Castle by Susanna Hughes Page A

orgasm to a new
intensity.
    It was minutes
before she realised she was still grasping his hair. She let go and
had to stop herself apologising as she could see it had brought
tears to his eyes. How silly to think of saying sorry, she scolded
herself. Why should she care? It was an attitude she intended to
get used to.
    During the
aftermath of her orgasm Bruno must have left the cell, as he now
offered her a white towelling robe. She extracted herself from the
man and put in on. With a movement of his hand Bruno indicated that
she should follow him, which she did, not bothering to look back
into the cell as she left.
    At the far end
of the corridor, opposite the entrance, was another stout wooden
door. This opened on to what looked like a conventional suite of
rooms, decorated with the same lavish style as the rest of the
castle, except, of course, for the absence of windows. Light was
provided by a series of tastefully arranged spotlights, big lamps
and by the lights illuminating every picture. The rooms had a
strange feeling, a feeling of secrecy and decadence.
    Obviously
anticipating Stephanie's needs, Bruno showed her to a large marbled
bathroom. She showered and towelled herself dry on one of the large
stock of fresh white bath towels neatly folded on the heated towel
rails. As in her own room, the bathroom cabinet was stocked with
expensive toiletries and Stephanie selected a moisturiser and
anointed her body with it. The cool liquid felt good on her
skin.
    Pulling on the
towelling robe again, Stephanie walked back into the corridor of
the suite. Bruno had gone. She wandered through the other rooms.
There were two large bedrooms, each with king-sized beds, one with
a mirror on the ceiling above the bed. Both rooms had televisions
and video recorders but there were no tapes that she could see.
Presumably this was where Devlin's 'friends' brought the slaves for
various sexual athletics, perhaps preferring not to be seen with
them above ground. Or perhaps their appetites could not wait to be
satisfied quickly once they had seen the opportunities laid before
them.
    The remaining
room in the suite was less conventional. It had the same stone
walls and floor as the cellar outside and the lights were harsher
and brighter, though they could be dimmed. But it was what the room
contained that fascinated Stephanie. Months before, before her
affair with Martin, before sex meant anything more to her than
simple fucking, she had come across the first of many books, a book
on the more outré sexual dimensions. It had fascinated and
enthralled her. She had bought other books and read them all with
an equal relish. It was as though she had stumbled into a secret
world, a world that existed behind closed doors, a world she had
never suspected or dreamt of. But she had known that it was a world
she would, sooner or later, want to explore. And that had led to
her affair with Martin. Martin had shown her around that secret
world. It had scared her, she had to admit it, but it had also
thrilled her. It had given her sexual pleasure she would never have
dreamt possible.
    Now, as she
stood in this room, the impact of reading that first book came
flooding back to her. The room contained everything she had read
about. There was every conceivable piece of sexual equipment,
handcuffs, leather straps, ball gags, chains hanging from the
ceiling and from the walls, punishment frames, a stock and a wooden
rack. There was every type of whip, crop and paddle, and every size
of dildo. A strong pulley, threaded with nylon rope attached to
padded cuffs, hung from the ceiling. Three large wardrobes stood
against the further wall. Stephanie opened each in turn to find
them full of leather and rubber clothing, high-heeled shoes and a
selection of wigs. There were drawers of bras, panties, suspender
belts, corsets and stockings, all neatly arranged by size.
    It was all
here. Bondage, rubber, transvestite, sadomasochism. It was all here
in this room. Every