Louise felt almost dizzy with pain and excitement as Doug released her feet and knees from the ropes. He motioned to take out the gag but she shook her head and grunted back. The brimming feeling in her skin and her thoughts required this lock on her mouth if she was not going to blow up from inside, she thought.
Leading his wife on the rope like on a leash, Doug went without hesitation for the stocks. He looked at her and the glow in her eyes was lustrous. If any other man had brought her close she would have refused and run off, but with him she felt secure even if she knew it would be strange.

-Imagine you're a witch, baby. Imagine you've been taken to the castle jail and brought in, hands chained. Now the warden will chain you in this thing in front of all the people coming to church. They'll all see you humiliated and hoot at you, hoping to watch you being tortured tomorrow. Are you ready?
-Mmmgh! Louise purred. She was begiinning to feel red hot.

Five minutes later she was locked in the stocks. her neck in the middle upper hole, her hands in the two side holes, and her feet again tied together .With her ass planted on a thin cushion to give her some little comfort, she grunted at Doug and tried to picture him as the jail warden. It worked surprisingly well in this place.