Nymphomania

by Kyoko Church

  ‘Doctor, please!’ Neither of them could have said whether she was pleading for him to stop or go faster.

  ‘Oh yeah. Fuck, you’ve got such a tight, wet little snatch.’ And with a groan he released inside his patient.

  Chapter Nine

  ‘Phillip, this has gone on long enough,’ said Ewan.

  ‘I’m not sure I understand.’

  Phillip and Ewan had taken up their usual positions in the Draper library, James having poured their cognacs. As his manservant passed by him to leave the men to their discussions, Ewan was half-aware of a kind of hesitancy in James’s gait. He appeared to be wincing slightly. But Ewan’s mind was a jumble of conflicting feelings about his wife, his friend, and the treatment. Before Ewan could arrange his thoughts to comment, James was in the hallway, closing the library door behind him.

  ‘Phillip, I don’t like to question your research, but I am inordinately uncomfortable with the direction Lillianne’s therapy has taken.’

  By the time Ewan had re-entered the lab after dealing with an argument between Celeste and James that had caused the ruckus in the hallway, he was relieved to see that Phillip had, in fact, heeded his wishes for him to stop. The doctor took his leave at once and Ewan was able to continue with his wife on his own.

  Lilly had still been tied down as Ewan had slipped his stiffened member easily into her sopping passage. She really did seem to produce seed, he thought. He immediately felt her pulse and cling around him. He went to loosen her bonds but she stopped him. Her cheeks burned a bright red as she confessed to him how close she was to the paroxysm the doctor had warned him to avoid, even without the pressure on the sensitive areas he mentioned. ‘My darling,’ she whispered, tears in her eyes, ‘I don’t know if I could hold myself back if you untie me.’ Her plight simultaneously worried and enflamed him and in minutes, despite the slow pace she begged him to maintain, the fluttering, contracting muscles of her sex sent him through a roaring climax, the intensity of which nearly knocked the wind right out of him.

  After, he used his fingers as he’d seen Phillip do to complete the treatment with Lilly’s paroxysm and he was stunned at how intensely her body shook as he slowly massaged her. Although she didn’t yell out – presumably Phillip’s treatment had finally conditioned her not to – her mouth opened wide in a silent scream as her body went tight as a bow against the restraints at the crucial moment. He continued to manipulate her slowly and her entire body convulsed in jerking, almost epileptic, thrashings, the violence of which shook him to his core.

  Now he and Phillip sat facing each other. ‘What happened this afternoon was …’ Ewan cast his eyes downward and spoke quietly, an angry edge in his voice. ‘It was unnecessary and I dare say unprofessional.’

  Phillip rose and began pacing.

  ‘Ewan, I know my methods today appeared highly unorthodox. I thought I explained that the treatment of this disease would call for some extreme actions.’ His voice began to rise and he reeled around to face Ewan. ‘I am insulted that you could question my motivation. Especially after the commitment I’ve shown to Lillianne’s health! I just don’t think you are grasping the severity of your wife’s condition.’

  ‘On the contrary, Phillip. You’ve made it abundantly clear, as has this most recent encounter with her,’ he said, remembering the abundance of moisture his wife’s body had produced. Ewan downed his drink. ‘Please, sit down, Phillip. Let’s discuss this calmly.’ He paused as Phillip gazed distractedly out of the window. ‘I didn’t mean to insult you. Please. I know you are concerned for Lilly’s wellbeing. Sit down and let’s work this out.’

  Lilly lay resting, grateful at the very least to finally be in the bed she shared with her husband. She thought she would sleep, exhausted as she was from – from what? She couldn’t even call it therapy now, although she had no doubt that she certainly was sick. But Ewan’s friend had fully revealed himself that afternoon and her mind spun in circles as she desperately tried to sort out how she could explain it to Ewan.

  Just tell him, she thought. Tell him what the doctor had said when Ewan had stepped out. But then she’d have to tell him what he did, how he’d spilled his … She couldn’t even let her mind finish the thought, much less voice it to her beloved husband. And deep down she knew, in that moment, she hadn’t wanted him to stop. That’s how she knew that, as impure as his motivations were, the doctor was right about one thing. She was afflicted. Her body craved what the doctor did to her. As much as she hated him, she thought constantly about the way he manipulated her flesh. Even now, she felt a throb from below at the memory of the way he conducted his research.

  She’d tried, after Ewan had untied her that afternoon, to talk to him, to cast doubt in his mind about his friend’s actions. He was her husband and he was the only one she wanted to be with in that way, she’d said. What the doctor did was uncalled for.

  But as she lay there she knew Ewan was downstairs in the library with Samms, and the doctor would be saying whatever he had to so Ewan would allow him to continue treating her.

  Somehow she had to stop it.

  There was a soft knock at the door and Lilly heard Celeste’s soft voice ask if she could enter.

  Propping herself up in her bed Lilly called out, ‘Celeste, my sweet friend! Please come in.’

  The door opened and Celeste bent down to pick up a tray with tea and freshly baked biscuits which she carried in and put down at Lilly’s beside.

  ‘Oh, you are a dear,’ Lilly said, smiling. ‘Please, sit here with me a while.’ She moved to make room for the kitchen maid to seat herself on the bed, accepting the steaming mug Celeste passed her.

  ‘I thought you could use some refreshment, non?’ Celeste said. ‘It sounded as though –’ she looked down, avoiding Lilly’s gaze ‘– as though things were quite harsh today.’

  Lilly’s face immediately fell. ‘You – you heard?’

  ‘I came upon James standing in the hall outside the lab. When I confronted him about what he was doing I couldn’t help …’

  ‘Oh Celeste. Please, I can hardly bear for you to look at me. I wish you could forget what you heard. It’s the doctor, Celeste. What am I to do?’ The pressure of the things she couldn’t tell her husband, the torment the doctor wielded over her body, the shame that Celeste, not just a Draper employee but her only friend, had heard any of it was suddenly too much for Lilly. She began to sob.

  ‘There, there, ma chère,’ Celeste said in a low tone, taking the mug from her mistress and comforting her in her arms. Lilly accepted her friend’s caresses, grateful for the tenderness with which Celeste held her after all of the torment.

  ‘Celeste, what would I do without you?’ Lillianne mumbled into the softness of Celeste’s silky skin at the crook of her neck, little wisps of the maid’s upswept blonde hair tickling her cheek. Celeste pulled back slightly, her hands still holding her mistress’s shoulders, so she could look into her eyes. Lilly smiled warmly. ‘You are a true friend,’ she said.

  Celeste cleared her throat. ‘Ah, oui,’ she murmured softly. She wiped Lilly’s tears away with a handkerchief produced from the bosom of her frock. ‘Of course, madame. I am at your service.’

  Lilly gave Celeste a brief, puzzled smile. She took a deep breath. ‘I have to convince Ewan, somehow, that we don’t need the doctor’s help. That I’m – fine.’

  ‘But, madame, you are not fine. The doctor said …’

  ‘That doctor and what he said be damned!’ Lilly suddenly erupted. ‘I have to stop this. Ewan can help me, if I need help. Ewan himself. If only Ewan would understand. We don’t need Phillip Samms.’

  Chapter Ten

  ‘Ewan, darling, I have to speak to you!’ Lilly cried as she burst into the library.

  ‘Lilly, I thought I told you I would handle this,’ Ewan said. ‘Go back upstairs now. Phillip and I will manage.’

  ‘No! You have to listen to me, Ewan. We don’t need the doctor.’ Lilly knelt in front of her husband and grabbed
his large hands in her tiny ones. ‘Please,’ she whispered to him. ‘He only makes things worse.’

  ‘Why, you little –’ Phillip hissed and Ewan glanced quickly at him. Phillip cleared his throat. ‘Ewan, she is your wife. Obviously I will heed your wishes. But you’ve witnessed yourself. She needs professional help.’

  ‘It’s not that bad, Ewan!’ Lilly protested. ‘I can be better. As long as I am kept away from Dr Samms.’

  When Lilly had come in to the library she’d left the door open behind her. At that moment Phillip’s gaze was drawn there as he noticed a shadow cast across the hall floor just outside the door way. His eyes narrowed.

  ‘Fine,’ he said, still looking at the door. Then he looked at Lilly. ‘I will remove myself from the premises. Temporarily. But, Ewan, it is my advice to you to check her nightly. I suggest the pubic area be shaved closely to aid with this inspection. I will do this before I leave.’

  ‘No!’ Lilly exclaimed. ‘I can, – I can do it myself.’

  ‘Aha,’ Phillip said, with a chuckle. ‘Looking for another excuse to put your hands down there, I see.’ He glanced at his friend, smiling smugly.

  Lilly looked miserably at her husband. ‘No, darling. You mustn’t believe him. It’s not that.’

  ‘Ewan, the affliction makes it impossible to leave her to her own devices in this way. In order to perform the shaving she will have to be strapped down, as usual.’

  Just then Celeste appeared with a tray. She quietly moved to remove the cognac glasses.

  ‘Celeste!’ Lilly said. She looked at Ewan. ‘Perhaps Celeste could help us?’’

  Celeste looked questioningly at Lilly. ‘Well,’ Ewan said, finally. ‘We’d be hard pressed to find someone as –’ he looked at the maid with distaste ‘– chaste. Yes, it’s decided. Celeste will help. And Phillip, you will leave. Immediately.’

  Phillip nodded, a small smile on his lips. He got up from his chair and donned his coat to leave. ‘Celeste,’ he said, standing at the library door. ‘I will need to speak with you briefly before I leave.’

  Celeste appeared taken aback and looked both at Ewan and Lillianne. Lillianne opened her mouth to protest but Phillip spoke again. ‘Ewan, I need to ensure that the maid understands the nature and severity of Lillianne’s illness. She needs to be instructed on how to handle her so as not to …’

  Ewan interrupted. ‘Fine, fine. Celeste, see Dr Samms out. You can have your chat.’ Celeste, looking nervous, slowly moved to join the doctor. ‘And Phillip,’ he added, ‘I’m sure I don’t need to impress upon you the need to be discreet regarding your time here.’

  ‘Of course,’ Phillip said. ‘And remember, you need to check on your wife regularly. If the licentiousness continues, it is my professional advice to you that I be allowed back to continue treatment. Either that, or risk institutionalisation.’

  ‘Celeste, I’m so sorry to have put you in this impossible situation. I’m so embarrassed.’

  Lilly and Celeste were in the lab. When she had come back from speaking with Dr Samms, Celeste went to Ewan and Lilly in the library and told them Dr Samms had instructed her to conduct the required shaving in the lab, with Lilly once again bound. Lilly had wanted to protest, but she didn’t want Ewan to think she was being difficult. She could tell he’d had enough of having to deal with this issue for one day. So she went along quietly.

  ‘Madame, it is all right,’ Celeste said as she helped her mistress off with her clothing. ‘Back in Quebec, before I came here, I was training to be a nurse. I am used to the naked body. There is no need for embarrassment.’

  ‘Celeste, you could not be sweeter,’ Lilly said, moving to lie down on the tables. ‘There is no one else who could make me comfortable having to endure this. I have so much to be grateful for in you.’

  Celeste finished with the restraints. Standing next to the bed, she looked down at Lilly. For a mad moment Lilly had the strange feeling that Celeste was going to kiss her. But instead, she swept away some hair from Lilly’s eyes and moved between the two tables that held Lilly’s legs open where she’d placed two steaming bowls of hot water, a washcloth and a straight razor.

  ‘Don’t worry, madame,’ Celeste said, sitting down on the stool Samms had placed there, between Lilly’s legs. ‘I used to shave Papa’s beard for him. I am very good with the blade. I never cut him.’

  Lilly tried to relax. She was comforted by Celeste’s apparent ease with her body and with the blade. But still, it was humiliating to be spread open in front of her maid this way. It’s a good thing Celeste is my friend, Lillianne thought. How could I have endured this otherwise?

  ‘I’ll wash the area first, madame,’ Celeste said. She dipped the washcloth into the water and, using some soap, she began to rub gently on Lilly’s pubic mound. The warm water helped to relax Lilly. The soap had a lovely, fresh scent. She started to think this perhaps wouldn’t be so bad. Celeste’s nurse training did seem to make her comfortable with the situation. She closed her eyes and let herself be soothed by the bathing. She felt more warm water as Celeste rinsed the soap away.

  ‘I brought Mr Draper’s shaving oil so that there will be no irritation,’ Celeste said. Lilly felt the cool, slippery liquid being poured on her mound. She squirmed just a little as she felt some slide between her folds of skin. She hoped Celeste didn’t notice. Goodness knows what else Samms told her.

  Lilly looked down and watched as Celeste slowly dragged the blade towards herself, bringing Lilly’s wiry brown curls with it. The oil did make the sharp blade slide smoothly over her. It was a strangely exhilarating feeling to have the cool air hit her freshly shaven skin. She lay back again as Celeste continued. When she felt Celeste’s fingers push gently against the sensitive flesh beneath her pubic mound she looked down again. Celeste looked up.

  ‘I’m sorry, madame. I’m not hurting you, am I?’

  ‘No, Celeste, it’s not that. It’s just …’

  ‘Sometimes I need to, how you say, stretch the skin so the blade shaves smoothly.’

  ‘Of – of course,’ Lilly replied, a little shakily. She tried to relax as Celeste moved to shave the delicate hairs around her opening. But to have her maid’s fingers manipulating the flesh there …‘Celeste, perhaps you could untie me and I could hold myself there for you,’ she said, squirming a bit as she felt a slim, cool finger being pressed dangerously close to one side of her now swelling bud and pulling gently.

  ‘Madame, I am so sorry. But the doctor was adamant that you remain tied.’ She stopped then and looked at Lilly, her face suddenly taking on an expression of alarm. ‘Ah, mon dieu! You don’t really need to – to – touch yourself? Do you?’

  ‘Oh no! Celeste, no! It’s not like that. I just thought; it’s just when you …’ But the way her maid was looking at her now, as though she suddenly realised the doctor was right all along, made Lilly clam up. She steeled herself. Whatever Celeste had to do to get this done, she made up her mind then to simply endure it, get it done with. ‘Never mind, Celeste. I’m fine. You may proceed.’

  ‘Of course, madame,’ Celeste said, an inscrutable look overtaking her face.

  Lilly tried to remain as still as possible. She closed her eyes and willed herself to some other place. But she could not rip her mind away from her maid’s nimble fingers as they poked and prodded her increasingly sensitive flesh. She could feel herself moistening, her moisture mixing with the oil and pooling beneath her cheeks. She prayed to God Celeste would not notice.

  ‘I’m almost finished.’ And indeed Lilly felt completely bare and even more sensitive now that her folds were completely exposed; not a hair there to cover anything. She squirmed slightly at the thought. ‘Please, stay still, madame!’

  Suddenly she felt a tiny sting to one side of her opening.

  ‘Ah! Désolée, madame!’ Celeste cried.

  Lilly saw her maid put her finger to her mouth and suck off a dot of blood.

  ‘I was trying to be as careful as I could. But you keep moving!�
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  And then Celeste did the unthinkable.

  She bent down and put her mouth on the tiny nick on Lilly’s flesh.

  ‘Celeste! Stop!’

  ‘It is OK, madame,’ Celeste said calmly. ‘The cut, it is only tout petit. It is the best way to stop the bleeding.’ Then she went back down between her mistress’s thighs.

  At first Celeste kept her mouth pressed on that stinging part of her flesh, sucking. It burned a moment but it must have been only a very superficial nick because it stopped very quickly. Lilly waited, tense, for Celeste to move her mouth away. And she did. Only to place it down again on Lilly’s now completely stiff little clitoris.

  ‘Oh God!’

  She felt Celeste’s tongue flick up and over it once, twice, three times.

  ‘Celeste!’

  ‘This little bit of flesh needs attention too, n’est-ce pas?’ she said, before going back to continue her oral ministrations on Lilly’s bud.

  Lilly’s mind reeled. Somewhere in the back of it she thought this is all wrong, this has to stop! But Celeste continued stroking and Lilly felt her maid’s own pent-up passion transmit its desires through the workings of her tongue. Somewhere in her delirium she understood what Celeste was as she wormed her tongue knowingly all over Lilly’s engorged, sensitive flesh. Any other reservations got pushed away as that powerful and familiar feeling of paroxysm began to take hold under Celeste’s expertise, engulfing her body in that heat, holding her prisoner in its exquisite tension.

  ‘Oh God. Oh God! It’s – it’s…’

  Celeste stopped. ‘Madame, please. What if Mr Draper hears?’ And then went back to those firm licks.

  Instead of fighting it, Lilly pushed up into Celeste’s mouth, sought out more as those delicious feelings surged ever higher. Celeste pressed two fingers right below where she had her mouth and began moving them quickly side to side, still laving her tongue upward, over and over in steady, firm licks. Lilly whimpered and stifled her cries. How amazing it was, after so much teasing and torturously slow endings, to have her body marched quickly and steadily to its wondrous finish. She felt her body cresting and she revelled in what a hot, wet, slithery tongue could make her feel down there. The tension threatened to burst open. It was right there … Right there!