"Yes, madam, it is a perfect likeness."

He led the way and she followed behind him. He could hear her breath become more fevered the closer they came.

He opened the door for her and they stepped inside the shed. When he turned on the light he heard her gasp.

There it stood on a squared off platform with the felt cloth draped over the main portions hiding it from view.

She stood riveted in place. She breathed heavily and a mustache of sweat beaded into form on her upper lip.

Her breath was very rapid. Mullady could practically hear her heated thought as she stared at the covered contraption and her fantasy ran through her head.

Never had he met a woman of such courage. She knew what she was doing was terribly decadent, might even kill her.

Yet she was a woman of staunch will, a woman of destiny. She knew that it was an experience she had to live or die trying.

Mullady went to the clothed monument and whipped off the felt covering while waiting a long moment after grabbing a hank of the felt.

The apparition sprung into view. He could hear her gasp from the sight of the depraved contraption before her.

Its existence meant that her fantasy had become real. For better or worse her dream had become substantial.

He watched her gazing at it half in horror and half in the swoon of her uncontrollable lust as she drunk in the sight.

A hand went inside her blouse and gently caressed the top of one of her large firm breasts.

He saw her knees buckle as her strength seemed to ebb from her and she began to fall to the floor in a breathless faint.

He ran to her and reached her just in time to break her fall and ease her onto an old tool chest.

"Madam, are you all right. Perhaps…"

"No, I'm fine. Mullady. Thank you; you're a good servant."

"I am always willing to please madam in any way I can. But this, I'm afraid, is too much. I can not be a part of it."