by Kyoko Church
Chapter Six
Phillip tightened one final bolt and stood back to look at his work.
He smiled smugly to himself, remembering how his father had berated him when he’d once again switched his studies at school, that time from mechanics to medicine. He’d accused his son of wasting his time, scolding him for never finishing anything, told him he would never accomplish anything. He’d show him.
He imagined himself introducing what he’d developed to colleagues, perhaps at a convention. He’d need to have a name for it. The Samms Chair, or maybe the Samms Vibratory Machine; a therapeutic massage chair for use in the aid and treatment of nymphomania.
He imagined demonstrating how it worked.
‘Gentleman, the patient is seated on the chair and the massaging post is slid on this track in the seat into place against her genitals. She is fastened securely using this seat belt. Depending on the patient and the level of affliction, sometimes it is also necessary to secure her arms and legs. I have installed handcuffs on either side of the seat and leg braces as well for such cases. The clockwork mechanism beneath the chair is started with this switch. The mechanism, of course, is patent pending so I will not describe exactly how it works, but suffice to say that it causes vibrations to rise up through the post. The speed and intensity of the vibrations can be adjusted. My research shows that, for treatment of nymphomania, paroxysm must be brought about slowly so I almost invariably use the first setting …’
Of course, there would need to be some final tweaking after he had completed testing. Extensive testing. And for that testing he needed access to his patient.
There was a knock at the door and his butler appeared. ‘Excuse me, Dr Samms. I know you said you didn’t want to be disturbed but I thought you would want to see Miss Celeste from the Draper household. She is here to see you.’
‘Ah yes, very good, I do want to see her. Send her in.’ He threw a sheet over the chair.
‘Good of you to come, Celeste,’ Phillip said as she stepped into his lab. ‘But you could have just written. I didn’t expect you to come all the way here to report. Have a seat.’
‘No, sir. But there has been a development.’ Celeste sat down, eyeing the sheet-covered item in the middle of the room.
‘Oh?’ Phillip said. ‘Has Mr Draper realised his wife needs my care after all? The timing couldn’t be more perfect.’
‘No, it’s not that,’ Celeste said. She looked down at her hands and cleared her throat. ‘Madame has asked that I be the one to continue with her therapy.’
‘What? You? That’s ridiculous.’ Phillip rose. ‘I need to contact Ewan right away.’
‘No, monsieur, wait,’ Celeste protested. ‘It’s OK. I will still report and tell you whatever you want to know.’
‘Of course you will,’ Philip said with indignity. ‘But you are not a long-term solution. Lillianne Draper needs to be monitored by a physician. You wouldn’t know what to look for. And I have just developed a new therapy.’ Phillip walked over to his sheet-covered chair. ‘No, this will not do.’
‘Madame is very insistent that she does not want you back, monsieur. I don’t know what can be done.’
Phillip stared at Celeste for a moment. ‘You wanted this all along, didn’t you?’ he said, icily.
‘Sir?’
‘What has caused Lillianne to suddenly want treatment from her scullery maid?’ Phillip mused as he walked around the chair that Celeste sat in. ‘What exactly are you getting up to with the lady of the house all tied up and at your mercy?’
‘Sir, you asked me to keep her restrained and I have!’
‘I’m sure you have. And I’ve explained the nature of her condition and how it must not be exacerbated. Are you heeding my instructions with regard to that as well?’
Celeste shifted uncomfortably and was silent.
‘Ah-ha.’ Phillip continued to eye her. ‘Maybe you’re not quite so different, you and she?’ He walked over to his invention and lifted off the sheet. ‘Maybe, since you’ve managed to work me out of a job and away from my patient, I will use you as my test subject.’
Celeste stared at the chair, looking confused and slightly panicked. ‘Dr Samms! You’re mistaken. I didn’t mean to replace you … I … I haven’t! I’m sure Monsieur Draper will still need your consultations …’
But the doctor wasn’t listening. He grasped Celeste’s biceps, hauled her off her chair, and placed her in his converted one. ‘Lift your skirts, please,’ he ordered, reaching beneath the chair and releasing a knob that allowed him to slide the smooth wooden post between the maid’s legs. The post protruded about six inches from the seat of the chair. When the doctor pushed it firmly against her flesh, Celeste startled and began to stand. But he quickly fastened the seat belt and, in moments, had her hands cuffed at the sides of the chair as well.
‘Monsieur, please! What is this?’ Celeste said, her voice rising in panic.
But then Phillip flipped the switch at the back of the chair. There was a humming noise as vibrations created by the clockwork mechanism beneath the seat went through the post. He watched in fascination as Celeste’s body started and her protests fell silent. He could see the muscles in her arms tense and he wished he’d ordered her to remove her clothing first so he could have studied the reactions of the rest of her body more closely. Next time, he thought.
‘So, my little friend,’ he said. ‘You said you would report to me. And you’re damn right you will. Tell me, did you talk to Mrs Draper about her time at the mill, as I asked?’
Celeste gasped and her body moved ever so slightly in the chair. ‘Yes, I did, monsieur. I did as you asked.’
‘And did she enjoy the vibrations of the machine?’
‘Uh, she wouldn’t say exactly, sir. Oh!’ Celeste cried as Phillip turned a knob beneath the chair and the humming sound and vibrations went up a notch.
‘So what did you talk about then?’
‘I … I …,’ Celeste stammered. Her body was writhing now. She blatantly sought out the vibrations as her pelvis tilted up and down. Phillip stood shocked and riveted, taking in all of her reactions. Then he had a thought. ‘Tell me. Tell me or I’ll turn the machine off.’
Celeste only paused a moment. Then she spoke.
‘I told her the story of my first lover, Yvonne. Of the games we would play. Oh!’ she cried again as Phillip further increased the intensity of the vibrations.
‘Go on. Then what did you say?’
‘I told her …’ Celeste’s voice rose as the vibrations worked through her body and her pelvis humped the smooth, solid post even more furiously. ‘I told her I wanted to play those games with her!’ Now she needed no further prompting from Phillip. Her words continued to roll out as fast and furiously as her gyrating hips. ‘Then I crouched over her head and made her lick my pussy. Again and again and again! Oh! Ah! Dieu!’ she cried out as her body convulsed in the chair and then went slack.
Quietly Phillip reached over and turned the switch on the chair. The humming fell silent.
‘This has all been most educational,’ he murmured. Undoing the maid’s bonds, he went over to his desk and jotted down some notes. ‘You may rest a few moments. Then you will undress and we will do this again.’ He looked over at Celeste, about to add a threat of exposure to ensure her cooperation. But then he noticed something astonishing. She was smiling.
‘Yes, sir,’ she said quietly.
He turned back to his notes. ‘Most educational,’ he repeated to himself. ‘Perhaps I didn’t need to add those bindings.’
Lillianne awoke with a start. She had been dreaming, dreaming of what she and Celeste had done the day before in the lab, dreaming of the manner in which Celeste had suggested cleaning away the seed of Lilly’s arousal with her tongue, of the glorious sensation of her slick tongue there. But in her dream, when she looked down between her legs, it was Ewan’s green eyes that stared back up at her, not Celeste’s grey ones.
She rolled over and stared at
her husband’s broad, naked back. She reached her hand up and caressed the expanse of skin, feeling the warmth, the muscles beneath it. Ewan stirred slightly. Lilly squeezed her legs together, then squeezed her eyes shut tighter. She was wet again. The dream had left her slippery and wanting. Oh, how she wished Ewan would wake up and take her! If she woke him herself, if she kissed him and made him want her, what would he do when he discovered her wetness? The talk of her affliction would begin again. She sighed and rolled onto her back, closing her eyes.
Ewan stirred again and turned his body towards her. ‘Good morning, my love,’ he said, nuzzling her neck. Lilly felt his flesh then, firm against her thigh. Oh, he did want her! Her own heated flesh pulsed at the feeling of his hardness and even though part of her was fearful of what his reaction to her state of arousal would be, another part of her didn’t care. Her gorgeous husband wanted her. She wove her arms around him, kissing him passionately.
‘Lillianne, you do intoxicate me,’ Ewan said, groaning then kissing her back harder. She was naked beneath her nightdress and he pushed his hand up beneath it, feeling her supple breasts. ‘I want to suckle at you here,’ he breathed as his fingers found her puckered nipples.
‘Oh yes,’ she whispered and he wrenched her free of her nightclothes. His lips found her breasts and he licked and kissed each tip while she moaned and threaded her fingers through his thick, wavy black hair. ‘Oh Ewan, it’s so good this way.’ She sighed. His hand travelled down her stomach, heading for the place between her legs that was now flowing with her desire. Oh God, she should stop him! But she didn’t.
He cupped her mound in his hand, the tips of his fingers coming to rest just at the spot where her aching bud was hidden beneath her labia. Her heart pounded, waiting for him to push his fingers down onto it or move them lower and discover how her smouldering desire made the moisture flow from her. But he didn’t linger, just cupped her gently a moment and then moved on top of her. He only felt her wetness for the first time with the tip of his cock as he lay between her legs and began to push the head against her.
‘Oh my darling, Lilly,’ he said. ‘Your illness…’
‘Shhh, hush now,’ she whispered, and she tilted her pelvis, swallowing up the head of his huge member in her velvety folds.
‘Oh dear God,’ he moaned. ‘You inflame me.’ He pushed the whole of his cock up into her and Lilly cried out with the intensity of this union. Unlike the night before, when he’d kept the base of his cock from pressing against her clitoris like the doctor had instructed, this time, his body moved parallel with hers. With the full length of his dick rammed up inside her, she could feel delicious pressure right on that desperate little knot of flesh. She held on to him tightly, bucking up against him, letting everything about Phillip Samms and what he said and did to her leave her mind.
‘Ewan! Yes! Take me, please!’ Their bodies moved together at a frenzied, feverish pace. With each thrust against her, Lilly felt herself being pushed higher and higher. ‘Oh God, Ewan, you’re so hard. You’re so big.’ At those words, Lilly felt her husband stiffen even more inside the tight confines of her slippery hole and she felt completely ignited with lust. She wanted him to pound her harder and harder. She wanted him to – to …
‘Oh God, Ewan! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!’
Her muscles clenched, the dam burst, and she felt her husband’s body jerk spasmodically as he released inside her at the same time. ‘Jesus Christ!’ he hissed out.
‘Yes, yes!’ she cried as the glorious spasms wrenched through her, clinging to Ewan as he convulsed and groaned loudly. ‘Oh, my darling! Oh God, it’s so good.’
Outside his master’s bedroom, James leant against the door, panting. Beads of sweat sprang to his temples as he ran his hands feverishly up and down his thighs. Groaning, he couldn’t stop himself from putting his hand on his crotch, but of course all he felt beneath his pants were the bars of the cage that confined his aching prick.
He knew he shouldn’t be there. Why did he torture himself this way? When he arrived at the bedroom and discovered the door closed he should have turned and left. But instead he found himself pressing his ear to the wood, straining to hear what was going on behind it. And when he heard Ewan’s moans and impassioned cries he could not tear himself away. His imprisoned flesh hardened at once as he imagined it was he who made his master cry out that way.
Now things had fallen silent. Turning from the door, he cringed at how the device dug into his flesh. He couldn’t take it any longer. Hobbling slightly, he made his way back to his quarters. Once there, he again unfastened his trousers and undid the belts that held the cage in place. When he was free his cock only swelled larger, stiffened even more. No! He mentally chastised himself. He would not succumb to the temptation of his own flesh. He was strong. He could resist without the use of any device. Easing his undergarments back up over his turgid member, he dressed again. There was work to be done. All he had to do was distract himself. The master’s shirts needed to be laundered. He would get to work on them at once.
He was in the hall, returning to the master’s bedroom to collect the laundry when Ewan came bursting out, half dressed. He could hear Lillianne sobbing uncontrollably from inside.
‘James,’ he said, buttoning his shirt hastily. ‘Send for Phillip at once.’
‘No, Ewan!’ he heard Lillianne cry out.
‘Yes, sir,’ James replied.
‘Perhaps I should speak to him.’ Ewan consulted his pocket watch. ‘Dammit, I’ve got to get to work.’ He tucked in his shirt and straightened his collar, looked at James, and sighed. ‘Send for him. Tell him Lillianne’s affliction is worse than ever,’ he said low, almost under his breath. ‘He has to come back.’
Chapter Seven
Phillip’s mind was reeling.
He jotted furiously in his notebook. He’d made a few adjustments to the chair based on the reactions he’d seen when Celeste used it, but it worked more beautifully than he’d ever imagined. And so quickly! Never had he thought he could use his invention with women who didn’t suffer as Lillianne did. But after speaking to Weiler about the frequency of the sewing machine’s misuse and seeing Celeste’s responses, he wasn’t sure what to think anymore. Could this be useful to treat other women? Surely Celeste didn’t suffer as Lillianne did. He’d heard Ewan spout off about his “frigid maid” often enough. Perhaps his chair could be used to treat frigidity as well! Celeste appeared anything but frigid when she’d been strapped to it.
He set down his pen, sat back in his chair, and absently rubbed his stiffening shaft. As excited as he was about the potential of his invention, he was also besieged by images of the acts Celeste had confessed she’d forced upon her bound mistress. The thought of the blonde’s body atop the restrained brunette, gyrating with her thighs either side of Lilly’s head, forcing her to pleasure her with her mouth, made Phillip burn with lust. How he would love to witness such a carnal event.
A knock at his office door made Phillip pick up his pen and resume his position at his desk.
‘Come in.’
‘Dr Samms, sir, there’s a message from the Draper household. Ewan Draper would like you to return at once. He says his wife’s illness has progressed.
Phillip fought to keep his face impassive, lest he appear unprofessional in front of his help.
‘I see. Then I shall go forthwith. Please arrange to have my things sent. And also my therapeutic chair.’ He nodded at his invention. ‘I will no doubt need to use it.
‘Oh Celeste,’ Lilly sobbed. ‘I can’t believe he’s sent for Dr Samms.’
‘There, there, chère madame,’ soothed Celeste as she helped her mistress out of the wash tub that had been brought into the master bedroom. ‘It will be all right.’
‘But how can it be?’ Lilly lamented. ‘I just want to live a normal life, Celeste. I wish I weren’t afflicted this way.’
‘I think,’ Celeste said softly, as she patted her mistress’s body with a soft, downy towel. ‘I th
ink you are perfect. Just as you are.’ She rose then, and stared deeply into Lilly’s eyes.
‘Dear Celeste,’ Lilly whispered. ‘You are so sweet to me.’
‘Let me be even sweeter.’ Celeste cupped Lilly’s breast. ‘Without restraints this time.’ Guiding Lilly to the bed, she gently pushed her down on to it.
‘Oh Celeste, no. We can’t.’
‘Do you still protest, sweet Lilly? After you’ve asked for my tongue? After you’ve given me yours? Let me have it again. In my mouth this time.’ Straddling her mistress on the bed, she bent down and kissed her, swirling her tongue inside Lilly’s mouth, making her think instantly of when her tongue had been swirling between her other lips.
‘He doesn’t understand you, ma chère. He never will. He cannot do to your body what I can.’ Celeste cupped Lilly’s mound, pressing her middle finger into her slit while she plucked at her nipples with her lips. ‘You know I’m right. You love it when I go down to your swollen little nub and do this.’ Salaciously, Celeste stuck out her tongue and rapidly flicked the puckered flesh at the tip of Lillianne’s right breast. The sensations shot right through to where Celeste’s finger lay against her clitoris as she must have known it would. But it wasn’t only those sensations. Lilly groaned, but couldn’t rip her eyes away from the sight of Celeste’s tongue on her nipple. She was making a show of how rapidly she could tap the sensitive little tip and it was certainly having the desired effect. The way the maid worked it so expertly made Lilly’s heart slam in her chest. ‘You are imagining it now, aren’t you, madame?’ Celeste purred, dipping her fingers into Lilly’s quim and feeling the moisture seep out. ‘Ooh, yes. I knew it. I know your body so well. I can bring you such pleasure.’ Pushing two fingers into Lilly’s tight channel, she began shunting them in and out. Then she pulled them out and circled Lilly’s ever stiffening clit with her own wetness. Lilly gasped and bucked her hips up. ‘Run away with me, Lilly,’ Celeste said, as she went back to fucking her with her fingers. ‘I’ll take you away from here. Away from your husband, who doesn’t know how to please you. Away from Dr Samms, who restrains and torments you.’ Celeste was alternating between firm, rapid strokes on Lilly’s clitoris and deep plunges with two fingers into her cunt. ‘We would be so good together. Say you will.’