Tales of Ancient Rome 3 Lions in the Valley
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Living in the New York metropolitan area for many years, and attaining an age where we are comfortable enough to do as we please, my wife Tanya and I decided to find a place away from the smog, congestion, and hustle of the city.
We looked for a few years at homes and farms in the Hudson Valley of NY. This area is very old, being first settled by the colonial settlers from England in the 1600’s. After a long tiresome search, we finally “hit” on a treasure. A small farm, about 25 acres of beautiful wooded ground, a small creek running through it, and a wonderful home that had been build in the early 1700’s and rebuilt again in the mid 1800’s. It was a 2 story home, built of stone block, about 1900 square feet, and although nice, it certainly needed some renovation to be “ours”. The price was not to be passed up on, we could not understand why it was so inexpensive, but not to look a gift horse in the mouth, we jumped at it.
After the closing, we decided to make our first trip to our new vacation home multi purpose. We elected to have our contractors come and survey the work to be done. We were going to walk the entire property to see if any part needed to be cleared, leveled, or filled. As part of our first weekend away. Our list of repairs and renovations was extensive. The house needed lots of updating, windows, insulation, a new kitchen and bath renovation, wall repairs, doors, new heat and air conditioning and hopefully, a large stand-by generator for those long winter ice storms that frequently hit the area.
Friday afternoon came and we were ready… Our van filled with the commodities we would need to start living in our new dream house. Tanya had fulfilled her list of food and goodies and we were finally off!
By the time we arrived at our new hideaway, our contractors were already there, measuring, checking and writing things down. We filled them in on our plans and went on to our own business at hand. By early evening, we had gotten rid of the horde of workers and we were at last alone. Tanya and I a chance to sit down and take a breather. Being quite hungry, we decided on an early dinner of the sandwiches that Tanya had brought for us. Fine dining, camping style!
I suppose that at this point, I should tell you all that we are both kinky fetishists, and the purchase of a secluded home was not an accident. We had hoped for a place to practice our kinks as we saw fit, without prying eyes and questions.
Very tight encasement, piss play, enemas, breath play, mock executions, mummification, BDSM, pony play, and lots of fetish dressing were our menu or kink. In particular, I wanted to be able to cross dress as I saw fit to do, which is my most sexual fetish, and to entertain my CD lover, Annie as well.
Before dinner, we had decided to dress for the occasion, Tanya had brought our matching black latex catsuits and hot pink thigh high boots with gauntlet gloves for us both were the wear for the day. Tanya had packed them along with our other necessities such as bondage straps, cuffs, collars, hoods, dildos, vibrators, and more…
After our intimate dinner by flashlight and camp lantern we decided to go for a walk, the moon was high and nearly bright as day so we figured that we would have a long, fun, walk. As an extra surprise, Tanya had packed dildo panties for herself and a 6 inch butt plug for me… Just to set the mood!
The catsuits fit us both wonderfully, they were custom made and fit like a glove. Zippers on the wrists and ankles made entry an ease, and the attached hoods left our mouths and eyes free. Attached feet insured that any leakage of fluids would be contained in the suits and not ruin our boots. My suit had moulded in breast forms to give me the profile every Grrl wants. Tanya picked out her favorite wig for me to wear, a long, shag black wig that reached well past my shoulders. She fixed my eyes with my favorite bright blue eye shadow, and Applied hot pink lip gloss to finish off the outfit.
“Now, Lynn my dear, you are ready to venture forth with Me.” she said.
Being late in the summer, it was still warm, and by dinner’s end we were both sweating nicely in our latex outfits. Taking flashlights in hand and securing blue rubber ball gags around our necks that could easily be inserted in our mouths if we decided to further bind ourselves, we left the house and started towards the wooded areas behind the house. Carefully navigating the unknown land was part of our fun, hand in hand we walked further and further away from the house. We had to stop a few times, Tanya’s dildo panties were working their magic, and she was orgasming nicely about every 15 minutes.
As she approached her climax, she would stop, grab onto me with both arms and hug as tightly as she could while she drifted into orgasmic bliss. Likewise, my butt plug was doing its job as well, it constantly reminded me of how it felt when Tanya donned her huge strap on dildo and penetrated my backside while we were switching roles.
Not being country folk, every time we heard an animal cry out, it sent chills down our collective spines… Not exactly what you hear in a city, taxis, subways, busses, sirens, sure, but not the cry of a wild animal!
As we approached the crest of the hill that we had seen from our home, we stumbled onto two parallel stone walls, about one foot high, both about 10 feet long, and about 3 feet apart. Looking at them with our lights, we saw what appeared to be the remains of two stone steps declining from the ground level. Indeed, they were steps! Carefully bending down, we took our gloved hands and began to sweep away the leaves and sticks that covered them. Yes, this was some kind of staircase leading down from ground level. Thirty minutes later, we had cleared most of the debris from 12 steps, leading to a very old looking iron door covered with straps and rivets and two huge iron hinges some ten feet below the ground. Gathering our courage collectively, I took hold of the large iron handle and assuming that it was rusted closed, pulled as hard as I could on it. To my amazement, I nearly fell on my rear, as the door swung open easily, with little or no effort.
Tanya immediately came to my side as we looked into the darkened passageway. From what we could see, there was a long stone lined corridor about 50 feet long running from the doorway to some unseen point. At the end of the passageway we could see a dim, eerie glow. Lining the walls were a few sets of large, forged iron rings, about 6 inches in diameter and grouped in pairs about every 8 to 10 feet. The stonework of the passage was beautiful. Very professional and extremely clean looking. Moving our flashlights around we were amazed at what we saw. We decided to investigate further. Knowing that many battles of the American Revolution were fought in this area we guessed that this may have well been part of the battlements of General George Washington and his army of patriots. We were excited and hoped to find some artifacts to prove our conjecture.
As we entered the passageway, the heavy door swung slowly closed behind us, we gave it no thought. Carefully walking hand in hand to the end of the hallway, we turned to the left to see what was causing the glow of light that we had seen, never stopping to wonder what would glow below ground, and with no electricity. We had entered a second hallway, and decided to keep walking towards the light.
About 30 feet further and we encountered a doorway similar to an old fashioned jail. Large iron bars and straps with a spring loaded hinge. Tanya stepped ahead of me and pushed the latch and pulled the door open. We both walked through it and let it close behind us. A fast turn to the left again, and we entered the source of the glowing light.
We stood there dumbfounded, in front of us was a room, also totally encased in cobblestones, about 20 feet wide and 30 feet long. The ceiling was glowing softly at a few points from what looked like oil lamps hung on the walls, but there was no fire, just light coming from them. With our eyes adjusting to the low light, we were shocked to see that we had entered what looked like a mediaeval torture room or dungeon. The far wall was made up of three iron bar enclosed cells, also equipped w ith the same large iron rings on the wall that we had seen in the outer hallway.
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