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Authors: Brian A de'Ville,Stewart Vaughan

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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 c
ould 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 h
is 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 w
orks.” 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 horizonta
l 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 fe
w 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!”

S
tepping 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.” Davi
d pulled a long face. “Nor me! h
ow 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 st
udied 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 bright
ened
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.

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