Archive: Run-away Wife
story with photos (77 photos) starring Ariel Anderssen
Tags: rope bondage, barefoot, medieval, outdoor, gag
It was an advantageous marriage. Her father had said so - she relived the
conversation often in her head during the sleepless nights in the weeks
before the wedding. She had protested, of course - used all the skill she
could muster to argue her case, but in the end it had been fruitless. The
wedding day had arrived in just the way her parents had envisioned. The
walk down the aisle felt like climbing the steps to the executioner's block;
she was breathless by the time she reached the alter, eyes cast down. She
would not look at him; would not flatter him that she welcomed this match.
He had no need of flattery, a man such as him was surrounded by sycophants -
why must she also bend to his will?
The wedding night, as she had known it would be, was a maze of pain, of
indignity. It felt like a battle, and she knew she would not ever be the
victor - but would be defeated for his crass pleasure, as often as he chose,
for the rest of her life. It stretched before her, intolerable.
For three weeks it was so, and then one morning he was gone; a servant told
her he had travelled South at the plea of a messenger, to resolve a land
dispute between two of the farmers before it turned again to bloodshed. All
morning she sat in her chamber, paralysed by the sudden gift of solitude
afforded her; she wished herself a widow. And then, as the shadows began to
lengthen, she knew what she must do. No one saw her slip through the hall;
the great wooden door opened silently and she walked, gently - like a ghost,
away from the house which had been her purgatory. Then urgency overtook her
and she flew down the straight path, between the trees, towards freedom -
freedom of any kind that the world might offer her.
But then, as she turned to glance behind, she knew it had all been hopeless.
He was close behind her, coming from the stables, calling her name as the
scene before him gained meaning. She should have stopped, of course.
Feigned ignorance, pleasure at his sudden appearence even. But she was
young, new to this game; panic coursed through her and she merely ran
faster, tripping on a tree root and staggering on. He was faster than her,
he easily caught up, grabbed her arm and ended her short flight. He didn't
need to ask her intent, nor did he; the fury in his face was terrible, he
was unused to disobedience. She knew she would be punished - but still the
coarse rope frightened her as he pulled it tight around her body and secured
her to a tree trunk - this was a new brutality, and one which she did not
understand. Still in silence, he used another rough piece of rope to gag
her and to simultaniously pull her head far back, tight against the tree.
Now that she could neither move, nor even speak to plead her case, he
stepped back and regarded her. She felt the fear of the hunted, and yet she
could not look away. Having silenced her, he now deigned to speak.
'Madam, you have both treated me with dishonour, and have dishoured yourself
in my eyes. You will remain here tonight to reflect up your great folly in
discarding your priveledged position in this household'.
She gasped - surely he did not mean to keep her, tied up, when darkness
came? How could any Englishman treat his wife so?
'Tomorrow' he continued ' my servants will be brought out to see their
former mistress so shamed. Then you will be led back to the house in chains
and I will consider what use you can best be put to in order to serve my
pleasure. You will continue to play the part of my dutiful wife in public,
and you will play it well - but in private, madam, you will discover your
new position to be but that of a slave'......
From 2006, our first trip to Northern France. We liked it so much we went back the following year- see Ariel's video diary for extensive details!