“Good! That will save me introducing Miller to you.” Phyllipa said, rejoining them. Picking up her champagne she sipped it. “We were just admiring the décor in here.” Clive told her, her eyes lit up. “I’m glad you like it.” She walked to the door of her private den, “this is the room I find most interesting.” Opening the door she passed through followed by June who grabbing her fiancées arm, pushed him in front of the New Yorker! “What did I tell you?” she pointed to the metal frame. Clive’s face suffused with blood. His eyes dilated and his hands shook a little. “I never believed you!” he gasped, looking at Phyllipa. “I didn’t know you had one of these?”
She smiled. “You don’t know everything about me Clive!” the latter shook his head. “ obviously I don’t.” with an interested look on his face Miller stood gazing at it again, an erotic gleam in his eye.
“Well Ms Phyllipa, as I know how to work it, let me imprison you in it.” But, Clive stopped him. “No! Let me lock June in it.” His fiancée nodded excitedly. “Please, let me try it!” quickly stripping her clothes from her body, she stood naked, causing everyone to look at her, interestingly, including Phyllipa. She had never given any thought to her friend wanting the same sexual pain as she demanded. Her own prurient satisfaction was her prime directive in life and what other women did for their kicks had never been of interest. But, now, here was June, spurred on by Clive, pleading to be whipped, and for some obscure reason, which she didn’t understand, was intriguing Phyllipa. She wanted to warn her friend about the dangers excessive usage of the machine could cause, but she didn’t. she just stood and watched, almost bemused as Clive keyed the locks to imprison his fiancées wrists and sprawling legs, the putting his head close to June’s whispered. “Enjoy darling!” Selecting a thin springy cane from Phyllipa’s collection, he slashed it time and time again across the naked buttocks, bloodily stripping the unprotected flesh. “More!” June yelled, hurting yet lasciviously enjoying. “Do it again!” but Clive was undecided. He could see the damage he was doing and wasn’t quite sure how much more his prisoner could take. His wild eyes looked at Phyllipa, silently pleading for guidance in a game which did not take kindly to amateurs.
Phyllipa stood for a while, enjoying his misgivings, then taking the cane from him, her expert fingers scrabbled against the front of his trousers, nodding her head as she acknowledged his stiffening manhood. “She’s ready when you are!” she cried, bringing the cane down viciously once again, this time making June cry out as Clive unzipping his trousers, pulled out his now engorged phallus out and rammed it between the blood heated loins. His thrusting was sharp, quick and almost brutal, but June was up to his every savagery. Pushing her inflamed buttocks out as far as possible to facilitate his penetration, she positioned her body to meet every frantic plunge, finally groaning with disappointment as her over eager fiancée delivered deep inside her.
Phyllipa, immediately, unlocked the fetters, freeing June, who pulled a wry face. “Oh! I enjoyed that.” She told her watching friends, enthusiastically. “But it was sure hard on the wrists!”
“Right Phyllipa. Your turn!” Miller said, examining the handcuffs with a professional eye. “I still don’t know how these work?” Phyllipa, a sadistic look in her eyes, took his right wrist and popped it in the bracelet. “Let me show you!” turning him around with his back to the frame, she inserted his left wrist in the other,and turned the keys, completely entrapping him.
“What are you doing?” he asked, struggling to escape his manacles.
“You wanted a demonstration! So now I am showing you how everything works.” she explained, captivating his ankles with the lower bracelets. Having finished, she stood back to admire her work. “There!” she smiled at him “Now you are all mine!”
Miller shrugged his shoulders…. am i? There is not a lot I can do in this position.”
“I undress you.” Phyllipa explained, the gleam in her eye deepening as the centre of her brain opened up. “You can’t do it for yourself!” pushing her hand inside the deep blue cummerbund around his waist, she unclipped his braces allowing her to pull his trousers down. Miller glared at her in mock temper “I’ll get you for this!”
“I look forward to it.” She retorted, sweetly, lifting the front of his shirt, displaying his semi stiff penis. “Oh dear, we shall have to do something about that won’t we?”
Miller’s face wore an anxious look. “What do you mean?”
“This!” she bent her head to bring the still semi flaccid organ to her lips, sighing gratefully, as it instantly grew to a reasonable size. Sucking on its length, her tongue teased the swollen pleasure dome, causing Miller to squirm with joy. Suddenly, much to his chagrin, she took it from her mouth. “Pity!” he said caustically.
“Pleasure is a dual carriageway!” she retorted, pulling her clothing off. His eyes dilated as she stood before him, legs astride, thrusting her already engorged nipples into his stomach. Wrapping her long fingers around his now enormous cock , Phyllipa attempted to place the tip between her loins but Miller was tall, and what should have been a natural register was way off centre. Miller grinned, pulling heavily at his restraints. “Now you are going to have to release me!”
Phyllipa giggled. “There is a little more to this contraption than you know.” Pressing the two levers, she stood back as the frame shuttered itself downwards. Miller shouted in alarm as he abruptly found the top half of his body pulled back, leaving his pelvis almost horizontal with his now engorging manhood standing up straight. Phyllipa’s giggle accelerated into a gasping intake of breath as she straddled him, lowering her gaping body slowly but surely as the muscle heated invader slid neatly inside her swollen loins. Slowly and with exquisite feeling, she allowed her body to rise and fall around the stiffened phallus, extracting maximum pleasure as it plunged deeper and deeper inside her rapacious womb. Working faster and faster amid rolling waves of ecstasy feeding her lusting appetite, she became aware that Miller was close to his point of no return, so plunging herself downwards even harder, she squealed with joy as her own climax thundered through her followed by the soothing reward of her lover’s gift. Quickly, sliding her damp body down from his, she unlocked the cuffs from his hands and feet, allowing him to fall heavily on the thick carpet, where he lay for a few moments, gasping and massaging his strained muscles. Phyllipa ran to the bar, poured out a large whisky, returned and held it to his lips. For a few seconds he glared at her, and smiled. “It’s a change for someone to do all the work!” he growled, drily, sipping his scotch, then pulling her face towards him, he kissed her lips. “Will you marry me?” Phyllipa, taken aback, dressed herself. “Are you serious?”
Miller nodded his head. “As ever so!”
Stepping into her shoes, she shook her head. “It’s always nice to be asked, but both you and I know that is only sex talking!” his eyes narrowed. “What else is there?”
“See what I mean!” Phyllipa laughed, sipping her flat champagne. A sudden thought caused her to swing round on her friends. “Where’s Emma?” she asked. “Just arriving!” Emma said, pulling her coat off to reveal her nurses uniform. “Sorry about this Phyllipa but they changed the shifts at the hospital, and I got lumbered.” She explained apologetically, checking the pendent watch on her breast. “I’m due back in four hours time.”
“That’s plenty of time to get squiffy with the rest of us.” Phyllipa handed her a large glass of champagne. “Nurse’s uniforms always do something to me!” Clive suddenly blurted out. June looked at him in astonishment. “Do you mean they turn you on?”
“Yes I suppose you could say that.” He admitted, swallowing half his drink.
“Are you telling us there is a little bit of the transvestite in your make-up?” Miller asked.
Clive shook his head. “No! I’m not, I believe that everyone within the sexual boundaries…” he broke off as Phyllipa butted in. “What the hell are they?”
“Do you mind!” he went on peevishly. “I’m merely saying that
I believe that everyone with functional sex glands has something in their subliminal which attracts and feeds their carnal appetite. in my case, as I admitted, it is nurse’s uniforms!”
“It must be all that starch.” June muttered wryly…
“Well!” Phyllipa cried, her eyes signalling a message to Emma, “As we are in the season of good will to all men, as your dear father was so kind to point out earlier on. Let’s see what you look like in the stuff of your dreams Clive!”
“Now, just a minute…” his words died as Phyllipa, with David’s help pulled him to the floor and sat on his head, then helped June rip the clothing from his body. Emma, quickly removing her uniform, hastily dressed him in it, finally plonking her cap on top of his head. Slowly he sat up, causing his friends to walk slowly around him, examining him from every angle and in every detail. Finally, Miller shook his head. “No! you don’t do anything for me.” David pulled a long face. “Nor me! how about you Phyllipa?”
For a few moments Phyllipa looked at him, then pulling the hem of the nursing dress up revealed a decent sized penis. Bending down, she studied it for a few seconds, and straightened up. “Now I believe you, nurse’s gear definitely turns you on.”
Cursing, Clive scrambled to his feet. “It’s not the bloody uniform.” He growled, removing the cap from his head and slinging it on the bar. “It’s seeing Emma naked!”
Emma curtsied, eyeing Clive’s fleshy manhood. “Thank you kind sir!” falling to her knees her fingers grasped and gently massaged it. Then, squeezing and rubbing the domed head bought it to her mouth where her eager tongue continued its sensual labour. Clive groaned as her attempted to thrust his length into the esurient mouth, but nurse Emma, knowing exactly what she was doing, diligently kept him on the edge of nowhere with her industrious licking.
“I suppose there is a touch of the voyeur in all of us.” Phyllipa murmured, as she and the others watched the unequal contest. June bristled. “I have never put myself in the class.” She argued. “The dictionary definition of a voyeur is one who gets their kicks watching others screwing.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t mind watching like minded people enjoying themselves, but, sexually it doesn’t do anything for me!” She looked at David, who was doing his best to avoid the conversation. “what about you?”
David shook his head. “Er…well…I don’t…” he broke off in surprise as June lowering her right hand zipped the front of his trousers down. “The proof of the pudding…” She jokingly began, pulling his nicely stiffened manhood into the open for all to see. “Good old David!” Phyllipa cried. “I knew we could rely on him!” Breaking open a fresh bottle of champagne, she poured its contents over his hardened phallus, and stood watching it die in shame. Lifting it with her little finger, she watched it drop lifelessly. “It wasn’t worth the effort, was it David?”
“That isn’t fair! That stuff was freezing cold!” he objected, pointing to the empty bottle of champagne. Phyllipa grinned. “Only chilled. But, don’t worry, I’m sure I will find somewhere a little warmer for you to put it later on.”
David brightened up. “Well as long as you don’t forget.”
Her eyes looked angry “Do I ever?”
“Sorry!” his face coloured up. “I didn’t mean that. It came out all wrong.”
“Really!” she said, astringently, looking at her watch. “It’s nearly twelve and I’m going for a swim. And before anyone starts complaining about the water being to cold.” She broke off to stare at David again. “it’s heated!”
“ that’ll do for me.” Miller said, staggering a little, from the amount of whisky he had drunk. “I’ll see you on the floor of the pool Ms Phyllipa.” He attempted to salute but somehow his arm got twisted on the way up and finished wrapped around the neck of June, bringing her crashing down to land on top of him. Pulling up her skirt, she straddled his body, pushing her loins against his bulging trousers. “I didn’t know you cared.” She told him facetiously, looking down at him, but Miller didn’t answer. Are you there?” June shook her head with regret as she climbed to her feet. “That’s the very first time I’ve ever had someone go to sleep under me.” She complained, listening to the slumberous sounds of Miller flat out. “Farmers!” Phyllipa laughed, derisively.
“Leave him there. When he comes round he’ll probably join us in the pool! That is if he remembers!” she had little time for guests who drank themselves silly. After all, they knew what her parties were all about, and in her book, a surfeit of booze and the kind of sex that she was offering did not sit well together.
The indoor swimming pool was exclusively private. Coloured fairy lights festooned like grapes around the perimeter whilst revolving Chinese glitter lanterns up in the roof played chequerboard games across the shimmering water as they swung rhythmically through the air. Phyllipa loved the cosiness of the place. It came a close second behind her private den as a place to relax completely. Ordering Clive to pour out the champagne taken from the small bar, she quickly stripped her clothes off and slipped into the comfort of the warm soothing pool, stretching her body sensuously at the feeling of utter abandonment stealing through her loins. Urging her legs apart she enjoyed the slight swelling of the water as it lapped soothingly against her tingling flesh, evoking spasms of erotic joy.
Floating on her back, she used her hands to push herself almost effortlessly through the water. Her nipples were just beginning to harden on her swelling breasts when David popped his head up between her legs. Smiling at her he flicked the saturated hair from his eyes as he placed the flat of his hand against her crotch, caressing it with his fingers.
Phyllipa sighed with happiness as she opened her legs even further, enabling her lover to bury his head between her lusting thighs. His dancing fingertips suddenly went inwards, parting the tender labia lips, spreading her wide. Then his efficient tongue, twisting and turning was sending shock waves through her as it scraped and massaged her pleasure buds, forcing a cry of pleasure to burst from her. Digging her hands into the back of his head, her fingers entangled with his hair as she thrust her pelvis harder into the delicious agony whilst the manipulative mouth nibbled and teased. Then the exploring fingers dug deeper, rubbing, massaging and rubbing again, bringing Phyllipa’s gigantic orgasm crashing and thundering through her in wave upon wave of unbearable ecstasy.
“I owed you that one!” he said gently removing her thighs from his shoulders. Phyllipa smiled lazily. “The books are balanced!” she murmured, setting her body into a slow crawl. “Now be a good boy and fetch me a glass of champers!” David nodded, swam to the side of the pool and hauled himself out.
“I think you really enjoyed that!” Clive said, treading water beside her. “I know I did. I watched every movement.”
Phyllipa shook her head, tut tutting. “What with nurse’s uniforms, and now this voyeur habit you have picked up…”
“It was you who said we had all got a little of it in us.”
“In the old days when you and I were…” She stopped and her eyes twinkled. “Shall we say, over friendly, you were the original action man. You were definitely not the one for standing and staring!”
He groaned. “Yes, well. That was before the trappings of responsibility were placed upon my shoulders.” He peered into her face. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to marry me?”
“Crumbs Clive, you are the second guy tonight who has asked for my hand in marriage, and in case you hadn’t forgotten, you are engaged to June!”
“O.K I was only kidding.”
She laughed. “I don’t think you were, but I’ll forgive you.”
Swimming to the side of the pool, she ran up the tiled steps. Despite the heat of the water she was feeling a little cold and her skin was starting to pucker. Taking a large monogrammed towel from a snow white pile of them, she wrapped it around her body, tying it off underneath her arm, and sat on a sun recliner watching Clive doing a back flip from the diving board. With a huge splash he hit the water, drenching everything
in sight. “You’ve got a lot of work to do Clive before the Olympics.” She bawled, facetiously, wondering where the hell the champagne had got to. Getting to her feet she walked around to the bar where she found Emma stretched across an exercise bar and David taking her from behind. “Be with you in a minute!” He gasped, seeing Phyllipa. “Take your time! It’s not something that should be hurried.” She laughed. Taking a jumbo sized brandy glass, she filled it with champagne, then, returning to her chair.
“I think it is time Clive and I got going.” June said, fully dressed again. “it’s gone two! . I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the party Phyllipa, but, the nicest bit was meeting your new Yorker! I’ve asked Clive to get me one, but he says you can’t buy them? So where did you get yours?”
“I designed it and a sheet metal worker knocked it together for me! But that was years ago, I don’t know whether he is still around!”
June sighed. “Oh well, it was just a thought!” she got to her feet as Clive, jangling car keys in his hand came to meet her. “Ready?” June nodded. Bending her face she kissed Phyllipa’s cheek. “See you on Monday and thanks once again.”
Blowing a kiss to Clive and waved to the pair of them as they left her home, sipping champagne and feeling a little warmer.
All her friends had now left and all had been going back to something or somebody. She was even a little jealous of Emma going back to work. At least she would be with people. David had left to get some sleep, and Miller? Well, she even envied her lambs, whilst Clive and June had one another! Shivering slightly, she snuggled deeper into the towel. Her still tingling body ached, her stomach felt bruised and, yes! David had been right. She felt tired and for the first time in her life, a little vulnerable. Pulling a long face at the flatness of her champagne she crossed to the bar and refreshed it from a new bottle, then leaning her elbows on the bar top, gazed into space as she tried to get a perspective on her life. “At the moment it stinks!” she shouted, wiping her moist eyes with the back of her hand. Suddenly she shook her head almost violently as her thoughts interfered with her sexual conscience. In five days time it would be Christmas day. There would be her father, “Bless him!) sitting down to the Yule tide fest. Bradford would serve the meal, as ever, daddy would carve the turkey, and then even the butler would be gone. She sighed. “Merry Christmas to all you out there!” she bawled, loudly, lifting her glass. Of course , there was Steven Grant, lying in his bed with a broken leg, but conversation had not been that easy between the two of them since his arrival. She drank some more champagne, draining the ballooner and refilling it. It was such a pity he had called her what he did, but in some respects, she mulled, a little tipsy from all the wine she had drunk, he was probably right! Ignoring the obvious, she smiled again as her thoughts retro’d to their night together at the family flat in town. Of all her lovers, he was the only one who had transported her into the magical comfort of white water! Yes! Her subconscious whispered, that was because he loved you, the rest were just enjoying themselves. Phyllipa slowly stood up, upsetting the towel around her which lost its fight with gravity and tumbled to the floor. Her eyes opened wide as her mind, wrestling with her discovery suddenly keyed her creative faculty. “That’s it!” she screamed, hurling the champagne bottle into the middle of the swimming pool. “That’s it!”
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