Hi Raine! Thanks for having me on your beautiful blog today. Purple is my favourite colour. 😉
Today I thought I would talk about part of the inspiration for the Draper Estates Trilogy. Initially the Wikipedia page on “hysteria” was what got me interested in the topic and lead to me researching thoughts on nymphomania in that period. So my protagonist, Lillianne’s, plight of being bound and forced to orgasm slowly in Book One, Nymphomania, was an extrapolation on those mind sets. But it was a fascinating little non-fiction book by Rachel P. Maines called The Technology of Orgasm that took things further. It’s a book that’s gained a lot more notice recently, since the movie Hysteria, but when I stumbled upon it about two or three years ago it was much less talked about.
Reading that was fascinating and inspired my fictional account of how Dr. Phillip Samms, the rather nefarious doctor in the trilogy, ends up inventing his “massage chair” for treatment of nymphomania in this Book Two, Sapphic Secrets. Here he is, imagining the fame and fortune it will bring him, when he has a visitor:
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, said 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, he would call it, 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 invariable 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 said, sitting down and eyeing the sheet-covered item in the middle of the room.
‘Oh?’ Phillip said. ‘Has Mr Draper realized 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 okay. 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. She 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.
‘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. 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, monsieur. 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 bicep, 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.
Labelled a nymphomaniac because of her passion, Lillianne Draper is forced to spend her days restrained. She has managed to banish the nefarious Dr Samms only to begin to question the motives of her scullery maid, Celeste. Charged with the task of monitoring her mistress’s illness, Celeste seems to enjoy her new responsibility a little too much. Lillianne must try and control her body’s responses or her husband will order the return of the doctor who tormented her. But being left every day at the mercy of Celeste is arousing desires in Lilly she didn’t know she had.
About the Author:
Kyoko Church discovered the power of the written erotic word when she was 16 years old and penned a very explicit missive to her boyfriend detailing all the naughty things she wanted to do to him. When he received it, boyfriend was impressed. When he found it, father was not.
For the next 18 years she hid her naughty thoughts in shame. Until she found a community where they were once again appreciated for the well-imagined smut they are. Her short stories have been published in anthologies by Black Lace, Rubicund Publishing and Xcite Books. Book One, Nymphomania, and Book Two, Sapphic Secrets, in her Draper Estate Trilogy were published by Xcite in 2012. For Her Pleasure will be published by HarperCollins Mischief in March 2013.
A Canuck by birth, she has recently made Australia her home. She is currently learning to drive on the left and say G’day convincingly.