Sapphic Secrets

by Kyoko Church

  Lilly’s mind raced. Run away with Celeste? Madness! She loved Ewan. He was her husband. Yet she couldn’t deny what Celeste was saying was at least partly true. He kept forcing the doctor on her. And Ewan certainly had never manipulated the parts of her body the way Celeste so expertly could. And right now her maid’s fingers had her on the brink of climax.

  ‘Oh Celeste! I … I …’

  At that moment, the door to the master suite was thrown open. And Phillip Samms stepped into the room.

  ‘Well, well,’ the doctor snarled. ‘Isn’t this cosy?’

  Chapter Eight

  Phillip Samms had arrived at Draper Estate an hour before he walked in on Celeste and Lillianne in the master bedroom. But he had been occupied.

  The footman had let him in. ‘When my invention arrives,’ Phillip instructed, ‘make sure it is placed in the lab.’ Then the doctor dismissed him and went off in search of Celeste. He thought she might be in the laundry, but was surprised to find James there instead.

  Phillip didn’t understand right away what he was seeing. James’s back was to the entryway and at first Phillip thought he might be weeping. He was holding a garment to his face, a shirt, it appeared to be, and little whimpers emitted, muffled, from behind it while his whole body shook. Then Phillip noticed where his other hand was, inside his trousers. And it was Ewan’s shirt he had to his face!

  Something twisted inside Phillip, something deep in his gut. A part of him that he didn’t want to acknowledge felt a perverse arousal watching the butler’s actions. He quickly quashed that feeling down and replaced it with anger.

  ‘James,’ he said, in a tone of barely contained emotion.

  The manservant started and quickly tore his hand away from himself, turning to face Phillip and putting the shirt behind his back. ‘Dr Samms, I – I didn’t see you. I was just …’

  ‘I could see plainly what you were doing, James, there’s no need for explanation. If you do not wish the master to hear of this then I suggest you come with me at once.’

  ‘Sir, I –’

  ‘At once, James.’ Phillip said, in a manner that left it clear there was no room for argument.

  James went to set the shirt down and follow obediently when Phillip added, ‘No. Bring the shirt.’ Falteringly, James picked it up again and followed Phillip out.

  Phillip pushed James into his butler’s quarters, went in behind him, and closed the door. James watched him eye the two metal chastity devices that were by his bed and he flushed with a deep sense of shame. But it was a shame that had an edge to it. A thrilling edge. In fact, since the moment Phillip discovered him with his master’s shirt, his heart had been pounding wildly in his chest.

  ‘I see you’ve been struggling with these – feelings – for some time,’ he said, nodding at the devices. ‘As a physician I’ve obviously had to prescribe such treatments. Usually for young boys.’ James reddened further and his body shrank down – all except one part.

  ‘I can see it obviously hasn’t worked to stop these perverse desires.’ Phillip looked James up and down, his face an inscrutable mask. James was certain his straining member was visible beneath his trousers. He willed it to soften, but it really was like a beast he could not control. While he cringed and wanted desperately to run away from the glare of being discovered, his body seemed to bask in the glow of it. ‘Generally you have to actually wear the device in order for it to work as it is intended,’ Phillip said sternly. There was a brief silent moment during which Phillip simply continued to stare at James impassively. Then …

  ‘Put it on.’

  ‘Sir?’

  ‘Don’t be coy with me, James. Put the cage on.’

  ‘Sir, I really don’t think –’

  Phillip grabbed the metal device with its leather belts and shoved them into James’s chest.

  ‘James, I have a duty, as the doctor of this house and as a friend to Ewan, to deal with this situation. Ewan is lucky I am so well versed in the latest methods of dealing with the perversions that seem to be rampant in his house. For you I am going to use what is known as aversion therapy.’ He strode to the corner of the room where James kept his riding crop. He took it and whapped the tip into his palm. The resounding thwack punctuated the air in the small room.

  ‘So now. You will. Put. It. On.’ Phillip spoke quietly, but his words were fraught with an intensity that compelled James to wordlessly begin to undo his trousers. He turned his back and his fingers fumbled as he fastened the cage Phillip shoved at him around his prick that was maddeningly still erect. He was sweating. His heart was racing. But he was also aware of one astounding fact. He was glad Phillip found him. And he was eager for whatever he was about to do with that riding crop.

  ‘Take the shirt. And lean against the desk,’ Phillip said, indicating James’s small writing desk. His trousers still around his ankles, James took his master’s garment and silently shuffled into place. Just the faint scent that wafted up to him from the shirt, in this context, made him moan slightly. ‘Now put the shirt up to your face as you had it earlier.’ James did so. ‘And inhale.’

  James closed his eyes and took in a long, deep breath. Ewan. Drinking in the essence of his master, he moaned loudly and his encased cock stiffened further. His free hand clenched at his side as he longed to stroke himself, to pleasure the wayward beast between his legs as he basked in Ewan’s smell.

  Then. A whistling sound. And thwack!

  Heat and a sharp, stinging pain erupted in his buttocks, and James cried out and pitched forward. The cage knocked against the edge of the desk and he took in another sharp breath as the slight vibrations from the knock reverberated around his shaft.

  Phillip’s voice came to him. ‘Keep inhaling.’ He did so again and received another stinging blow. Oh God! The heat of the pain merged with the heat of his arousal, creating a staggering intensity. His cock pulsed hard in its metal prison and James clutched at the edge of the desk with his free hand, the desperate need to stroke himself an overwhelming compulsion now.

  ‘Unh, oh yes, hit me,’ he breathed out, almost like a chant, his hips rocking, the sharp whaps from the crop continuing to heat the globes of his arse, making them hot and numb. James could barely think. All he knew was that he was bad; he was having bad, bad thoughts. And he wanted to be punished.

  His chanting, grunted words turned to long moans as Phillip began a series of lighter, quicker taps from the tip of the crop. A couple ventured lower on his arse, and when one brushed the underside of his balls James moaned loudly. His cock gave one hard pulse within its confines and he spurted hard, crying out, whimpering a sputtery series of nearly incomprehensible lamentations. ‘Oh sir, I’m sorry, sir, hit me, sir, I deserve it, punish me, sir, hit me.’

  * * *

  Phillip left James’s small quarters with power coursing through his veins. He could feel it surging all around his body; he felt alive and abuzz with it. He had dealt with James. And now he was going to deal with Lillianne.

  And that was when he found her in the master bedroom – in bed with Celeste.

  Chapter Nine

  ‘I guess it shouldn’t surprise me, Lillianne,’ Phillip said as he strode into the room. ‘I mean, these perverse and unhealthy Sapphic desires just demonstrate another level of your affliction.

  ‘Phillip, no! It’s not like that. Celeste is my friend. It’s only because of the position you’ve put us in …’

  ‘That you would seduce another woman,’ Phillip continued, ignoring her entirely. ‘That you would engage in sexual acts with your own fair sex demonstrates the level of your insanity. I really think there can be no doubt now that I must instruct Ewan of the necessity for you to be committed.’

  ‘What?’ Lilly gasped.

  ‘Monsieur!’ Celeste said.

  ‘Yes,’ Phillip said, sighing. ‘I really think it may be time for that. Of course, I imagine I could be persuaded to stall this revelation to your husband. In return for some cooperation in the studies
I’m conducting on the subject.’

  There was a moment of silence as Phillip’s words sank in.

  ‘Ha!’ Lillianne cried, wrapping a sheet around her naked body and rising on the bed. ‘You dare blackmail me!’ Seeing the doctor again was making her pulse pound at the memory of how he’d denied her body over and over. But suddenly she felt flushed with a sense of indignation that he was trying to manipulate her once more. ‘You need me,’ she said, recalling her conversation with Ewan regarding Phillip’s high-powered, domineering father. ‘You need me here so you have a job. If I’m sent away, then where are you?’ She thought a moment, then added triumphantly, ‘What will your father think when you have no further prospect of employment?’

  But to Lillianne’s dismay, Phillip only chuckled.

  ‘Oh my dear Mrs Draper.’ He walked to a wingback chair at the side of the bed and made himself comfortable. ‘I am interested in your affliction and the ever surprising depths of depravity that it propels you to. In the course of my research it is just a pleasant by-product that I will have my own amusement as I learn about what you and Celeste have been engaged in.’ The two women shifted uncomfortably on the bed. ‘But make no mistake, I do not need you. Not now. Not after all the research I’ve already done and what I’ve accomplished. You mention my father. Why, how good of you to be concerned,’ he sneered. ‘My father will see. As will the rest of Boston society. My invention will revolutionise the treatment of women afflicted as you are. And others as well. I have a feeling there will be many women who will be able to benefit from what I’ve designed.’

  Lilly thought for a second that she saw the doctor wink at Celeste. But she looked at her maid and her face remained impassive.

  ‘So I would suggest to you, madam,’ Phillip said, rising now and moving towards the side of the bed, ‘that unless you’d like to be bound in a straightjacket and carted off to the asylum before the day is out …’ He grabbed Lilly by the arm and pulled her to him so the sheet fell off her, revealing her naked torso. He leered at her breasts and hissed straight into her ear, ‘You should start listening more and talking less.’

  Lilly’s body had still been trembling from Celeste’s manipulations before the doctor walked in and now she shook even harder at the doctor’s fierce gaze, his grip on her forearm, and the realisation that she was, indeed, at the mercy of whatever he had in mind. Her mind screamed with outrage that he should hold her future as the lady of Draper Estate against her this way, and for how long? How long would he force her to be his puppet?

  Then another feeling rose unbidden from somewhere deep and dark within her. It twisted like a snake in the pit of her stomach, wallowing in a strange sexual glee at being merely a thing strapped down and toyed with for the doctor’s amusement. At being forced again. As she realised it, her whole body suddenly felt aflame, burning in shame and lust.

  The doctor stared at her as these feelings unfurled, and slowly a wide, knowing smile stretched across his wickedly striking face. ‘Do we need to strap you down again in the lab, Mrs Draper?’ he asked. ‘Perhaps we shall do it anyway … Just for fun?’ Lilly ducked her head in shame. It was as though he could read her thoughts, as though they were written across her face.

  Phillip released her arm and she fell back onto the bed next to Celeste. ‘Or maybe,’ he said, kneeling on the bed between them and pushing one hand each through blonde and brunette tresses until he had both women’s heads cradled so they were forced to stare up at him. ‘Maybe it’s time we introduce the lady of the house to my invention.’

  Ewan had been sitting in his office alone, staring blankly at his desk for almost an hour.

  He could not stop thinking about last night with his wife, his gorgeous and beguiling Lillianne, her soft skin, her voluptuous curves, her lustrous, cascading hair, her twinkling eyes. Coupling with her was an experience unlike any other he’d ever had. And he’d had many. The way she moved with him, the way she gasped and sighed, the tightness of her sheath that was also always so slick with – the evidence of her affliction.

  And the things she had said! Good God, words that no decent woman, no lady – certainly no lady worthy of his name – should ever say! But he had to admit, in the moment lust made those words and actions such a highly potent aphrodisiac, the climax he had was one of the strongest of his life. His orgasm had ripped through him, stealing his breath, the rhythmic spasms so intense it felt like it was crippling him.

  But as soon as it was done he was overcome with fear. He’d never imagined that his wife would ever move or speak or act that way. All of Phillip’s warnings about the asylum, James’s counsel about scandal and how it would affect the mill, all came rushing to him and he’d panicked and sent for the doctor.

  Now, alone in his office with time and space to think, he wondered, had he been too hasty in sending for Phillip? Because the more he thought about it the more he was coming to a stunning realisation. What if there was nothing wrong with Lilly at all? What if she was just exactly as she should be?

  She had always conducted herself with modesty and decorum in all usual situations. It was only ever in their bedroom or at the hands of the doctor that she exhibited these other symptoms. It wasn’t like she was unable to conduct herself in everyday life. And if she so happened to be a woman who expressed a desire for sex unlike most others, wasn’t he a man who also possessed an unusually large appetite in that regard?

  Which meant one thing.

  She was perfect for him.

  He grabbed his coat and headed for the door. He wasn’t sure how soon Phillip would have left the Samms house, so maybe he could intercept him. And if he was already at Draper Estate … Well, whatever he was doing he’d have to stop him.

  Chapter Ten

  ‘Tell me,’ the doctor demanded, seated in his chair in the lab while Celeste sat on the table, her face unreadable. ‘Tell me what you and Celeste did in here alone all day.’

  Lilly writhed in the bindings of Phillip’s infernal machine. She could not believe the contraption he had created. It was devilishly ingenuous.

  Held down in the chair by the straps, the first time Phillip moved that post and fastened it securely against her sex, Lilly’s body went rigid as she braced for what would come next. And then the vibrations began.

  She felt her entire being jolt to life as the delicious, tiny tremors shot through her. Yes, her work with the sewing machine at the mill could sometimes be arousing if she allowed her mind to wander and her body happened to catch the sensations of the vibrating machine. But this … This was all of that weak thrumming magnified and strengthened and pressed directly against the core of her most needy urges. There was no need to manipulate herself, to seek out the stimulation. On the contrary, there was no escaping it. It coursed through her, priming her, pushing her, sending her sailing up and up and up. When the doctor shut off the vibrations the first time she was left hunched over, held in the chair by the seat belt and the braces at her wrists and feet, gasping for breath.

  ‘That was the lowest strength,’ the doctor told her, chortling. ‘Now let’s try the next.’

  He tested the strength of all four settings on her. When he hit the fourth Lilly screamed and thrashed and they could all tell a climax was imminent. Of course, the wicked doctor hastened to switch it off, leaving Lilly stranded and shaking again.

  Then the questioning began. So far Lilly had said nothing, only panted and moaned. But she wasn’t sure how much more she could handle before her resolve would crumble.

  It was a moment when the vibrations restarted after having been shut off at a crucial point that eventually caused her to break. After the cessation of stimulation left her body desperate and bucking, the moment when those glorious vibrations would restart was particularly sweet – and hard to resist. ‘Oh God, yes!’ she exclaimed as she felt the tiny caresses pick the glorious progression of her climax back up and begin to move it gently upwards again. ‘Oh, please don’t stop!’ she begged.

  ‘Then t
ell me,’ the doctor urged, setting the intensity down a notch. ‘Tell me what you did.’

  ‘Oh!’ Lilly cried, gyrating her body without shame now. ‘She – she – made me lick her!’

  ‘Lick her where?’

  ‘Between her legs. Oh God! Oh no, please!’ she cried as he shut it off again.

  ‘I will give you what you want, Lillianne, as soon as you describe exactly what you did.’ The doctor’s voice was a low rumble. A quick peek over at him and Lilly could see he was stroking himself over his trousers, his hard staff clearly visible beneath the material.

  So Lilly did. In gasping, halting words she described in detail how Celeste had climbed astride her and coaxed her to use her mouth to work her maid to three consecutive climaxes. As the low buzzing continued, so did Lilly. Panting and nearly delirious with need, she did her best to articulate how Celeste returned the favour, soothing the ache at Lilly’s core with her sweet, slithery tongue, licking her steadily to a full, satisfying finish.

  When her lusty tale was finished, Lilly could feel how the teasing vibrations and her confession had left her undergarments completely soaked through, her skirts even wet as well. A quick glance at the table showed Celeste writhing and cupping herself under her clothes. As for the doctor, all decorum and feigned professionalism had been abandoned. His rigid cock was out of his pants and he stroked it steadily.

  ‘And tell me, Lillianne,’ he said, his voice a low growl. ‘Did you enjoy such a filthy and perverse act? Did having your maid use her mouth to bring on your paroxysm quickly and intensely thrill you?’