2 comments/ 28466 views/ 4 favorites The Playroom By: izzyhug It had been a lovely day, we had spent all afternoon readying the playroom for when we got home that evening. Now it was time to get ready for the awards ceremony we were attending, Brett was receiving an award for his work as a Robson Green lookalike. I had already chosen my outfit, a racy red, figure hugging dress with a low back and slit to the top of my thigh. I thought it would be pointless wearing stockings, but Brett insisted as he likes to peel them off ever so slowly, as for underwear, that too I thought wasn't worth wearing with such a tight dress but Brett eventually changed my mind and we compromised on a red silk thong with matching bra. The colour complimented my tanned skin and the dress hugged my curvaceous figure, accentuating my large tits beautifully. My shoulder length mahogany hair was ready done in a pleat, which I remember thinking made me look younger than my 46 years. Brett called me to say that the limousine had arrived and that as per usual he couldn't tie his fucking bow tie. I made my way down the stair case, by the look on his face I thought he had seen a goddess, so I knew we had chosen the right outfit. He himself looked like a film star in his slate grey tuxedo, the colour complimented his dreamy blue grey eyes beautifully. Brett gathered up my shrug and placed it around my shoulders, kissing my neck as he did so. We made our way out of the house to the waiting limousine. The driver who had already opened the door said how beautiful I looked and gave me a cheeky wink. We arrived at the venue, only then did we realise it was being reported on by the local news channel, Brett gave me a quick glance when he saw who the reporter was, it was Kay Fitzsimmons, she was about 5ft 4in with a slender figure, her face was pretty but you could tell that she had had some cosmetic work done. Her shoulder length red hair looked tidy but suited her better in a ponytail, which is how she normally wears it when reporting on the TV. After Brett's brief interview, Kay asked if he would mind doing a full length one the next day in our home, he jumped at the chance and my mind was already wondering if my fantasy would come to fruition. We entered the venue and were shown to our table, the champagne was flowing freely on the other tables and the other guests on our table were drinking also, we had already decided that we would abstain from any alcohol drinks for the evening anyway. Brett received his award and all to soon the ceremony was over. We returned to the limousine, the evening had gone far better than either of us had expected, we wanted some privacy from the driver on the journey home, so we asked him if he would put the screen up. Brett turned to me and gave me the horniest smile ever, I knew what was coming next, we started to kiss passionately, Brett's hands were all over me caressing my shapely body, squeezing my heaving tits on the way down to my ever moistening pussy. The two of us were horny as hell but managed to control our yearning desire to fuck each other senseless, well at least until we got home. The driver bid us goodnight and we entered the house, unable to control ourselves any longer, as soon as the front door was shut, Brett was fucking me hard up against the wall, biting my erect nipples whilst doing so. I knew then that the night was going to be one of the best so far, Brett cum deep inside my gushing cunt, we both wanted more, but once more controlled ourselves until we got upstairs to the playroom. Once inside the playroom the fun was about to begin, we showered in the en-suite, Brett removed the plastic from my newest toy, it was what I had wanted for a year or so but we were unable to find one anywhere and so we commissioned a local dealer to make one. It was a chair unlike no other, made from hard plastic with the softest of leather covering it, with just enough padding to let you know that it was a 'punishment' to have to sit in it, however very pleasurable as well, the thigh straps and the hand restraints were made from the same leather as the covering, the chair was angled in a reclining position and on the seat was a nine inch long three inch thick vibrator. I wanted to try it out straight away, but Brett persuaded me to wait until he had had some fun with me first, he had that same look in his eyes that he had when we entered the house, I made my way over to where he was standing, erect cock in his hand and I knew I was going to get a sensational hard fuck, Brett eased me onto the bed, licking and caressing my body with his lusting lips. I asked him to punish me for my naughty thoughts earlier in the evening, he was only to happy to oblige me, he first gave my cunt the attention it deserved bringing me to the edge of orgasm, sucking and biting on my rock hard clit. If that wasn't punishment enough I then heard the cupboard door open, Brett chose the nipple clamps with the chain in the middle and the screw that turns to tighten the clamp, the red soft leather blindfold, handcuffs and collar the lead had quite a thin chain, we didn't bother with the gag as I like to suck his cock before deep throating him until he cums. We chose the thin cane and the thick leather paddle, the smell of the leather heightening my sense of arousal. After a good play session with the cane and paddle, Brett asked if I wanted to try out my new toy, I nodded yes and he led me over to the chair, having long, shapely legs, I was just the right height to be able to sit on the vibrator without any help, Brett did however make sure he gave me a good load of spunk up my cunt before I started to ride the chair as if I was riding a stallion, the orgasms were electric, wave after wave of spine tingling sensation, Brett couldn't believe what he was seeing, I could hear him almost to the point of orgasm himself, he came over to me and shot his load all over my tits, tightening the screws on the clamps as he did so. Following the ride on my new toy we began to talk about our plans for the next day, and how we were going to play it out. Brett led me too the bed where he once again payed attention to my cunt, giving me a good fist fucking before once more sinking his bulging, rock hard cock deep inside me, making me squirt cum all over him, he quickly withdrew and I finished him off with a deep throat, swallowing every last drop of his sweet tasting spunk. We drifted off to sleep in each others arms as we did on most nights. Brett's work kept him away once or twice a week, which is why we decided to make the playroom, so that I didn't get bored, I even have a playmate some of the time, but then Lisa also comes around when Brett is at home, and we all play together, well sort of. The morning came around far too quickly, we felt that we had hardly slept at all, but then we did have quite a long play session. We showered and dressed just in time before the doorbell rang, it was Kay eager as ever to do her interview, I remember saying to Brett after watching one of her interviews on the TV, that she never gives up until she has the answer she wants. I offered her some breakfast, to which she declined, saying it was a lovely idea, but asked us to carry on as it may be a long interview, Brett saw the look in my eyes and knew instinctively what I was thinking, she needs a good sorting out she was far too work focused, and she needed to be enlightened. The interview was going well and Kay said we could take a break and would we mind if she looked around our house, which of course we didn't. She was wearing a short black skirt, black stockings, a white camisole top with a red short sleeved cardigan, oh and the trademark ponytail. We had nearly finished the tour when Kay's phone rang, it was the cameraman, the equipment had stopped working so the interview had to be cut short. Kay looked disappointed, I think she had taken a shine to Brett, she had fuck me eyes with every question she asked. Now was my chance, I asked if she would like to stay for a bite of lunch, she looked in her diary and said, it was a lovely idea and that she would like to. We opened a bottle of wine and dined on the patio by the pool, she removed her cardigan and slipped her shoes off, she really began to relax, I caught her a few times making fuck me eyes at Brett, I had a wry smile. After lunch she asked if we could continue with the tour, I offered to accompany her around the remainder as Brett was topping up his tan ready for a photo shoot, on the way around Kay told me that she doesn't normally drink in the afternoons as it makes her a little horny, we walked around the bedroom and straight past the room next door. Kay asked what was in there, and I replied that it was nothing of interest and that it's a room only used by myself when Brett was away, being a person of her nature she tried the door which should have been locked, it wasn't, the maid must have left it open after cleaning the equipment. I made a mental note to give the maid something 'extra' in her wage packet this week. Kay's eyes were all over the room and she stood in awe at the sight of what she could make out as a chair, but the surprise had been hidden from the view at the door. We continued our tour after many questions about all the things on display, all of which I could shove up my cunt, but none of which looked remotely like a cock. I asked if she would like another glass of wine to which she said yes. We rejoined Brett poolside, he had got changed into his swim trunks, they were very tight especially around the cock area. I poured the wine and he came over to where we were sitting, just to tease and to see her reaction I rubbed his cock as he passed by, he asked to be excused kissing the back of Kay's hand as he went, Kay was smitten but little did she know the more thoughts she had, the harder her time would be. Brett called from the balcony and asked me to go up, I went knowing that before long her nosy nature would get the better of her and she would follow......... I went to the bedroom and Brett was waiting for me cock in hand, he asked how my plan was going, I told him to lie on the bed and that I would tell him whilst I fucked him, of course he agreed, just as I was about to tell him I felt a breeze coming into the room, my back to the door I could feel her watching me ride Brett like a stallion, I rode him hard, he opened his eyes and asked her if she wanted to join in, Kay looked a little shocked, but agreed that it was something she wanted to do, I finished fucking Brett both of us coming at the same time and it was his turn to have a little extra so he stuck out his tongue and I fucked it as he lapped up his and my spunk. Kay was already naked when I entered the shower room. I asked if she needed any help and she smiled and looked past the door to where Brett had been lying, I told her that he was the top prize and that she had to earn the pleasure. We showered together soaping each others tits and cunts, I made her come several times, her body tensing and juices squirting as she did, I made her keep her ponytail in as I knew I had a use for it, we finished showering and she had won her first prize which was to lick my cunt and make my cunt button hard enough for Brett to clamp, she smiled and agreed saying 'that she thought it was an easy prize to win', we made our way to the bed in the playroom and whilst she was munching my cunt, I was thinking of all the things we would do in the next 24 hours, because for that amount of time at least, I owned her ass, cunt, tits and whatever else I wanted to play with. Brett had disappeared no doubt watching from one of his many vantage points, he liked to see me being fucked by another woman just so that he could punish me at a later date, in a manner to which I had come accustomed to, always with an added twist, which is painful but definitely pleasurable. Just as Kay was about to make me come Brett appeared and clamped my clit, it was the clamp which I liked the best, the one with the electrode in, he controlled this with a remote control making my orgasm last longer and I could only squirt when he allowed it. I don't think Kay knew what she had let herself in for, probably thinking that she would get her top prize quite easily. I made my way to the cupboard where we kept the toys, Brett and I chose the soft velour collar, handcuffs and blindfold, the lead was made of several lengths of leather which also doubled as a whip and a sensory device. She was a willing participant, 'silly bitch' I thought, holding out her hands for the cuffs, I tied the blindfold tight making sure the ponytail was intact, she wasn't keen on the collar, but came round once her little tits had been sucked and her cunt fingered, I got three fingers up there but knew I had to get her much wetter before her penultimate prize, she at least had to have four if not my fist which would be more preferable to me. She lay on her back shackled with the cuffs to the bed, Brett handed me my small strap on, only six inches long but two inches wide, I spread her legs wide she started to squeal so I rubbed her clit 'til it was hard, I could see from the look on her face that she was about to come, so I stopped and told her not to come too quickly or she will be punished, I withdrew the plastic cock and made her suck off her own juices, whilst once again fingering her ever wetting cunt, still only four fingers would fit. I left her to think for a few minutes... Brett had beckoned me over to the shower room, he wanted to do me in the shower and of course I obliged him. He usually had a special surprise for me when we fucked in the shower and I took the full length all the way up my arsehole, he always cum quickly with it being much tighter, but made sure that I had an extra nice bedroom treat when he'd had me in the shower. When I returned to Kay she had drifted off to sleep but, she soon awoke when she felt something tickling her cunt lips, little did she know it was the whip which was going to make her ass cheeks a nice shade of rosy red, I freed her from the handcuffs and asked if she wanted some champagne, she nodded and I could tell that she hated not being able to see what was going on. Brett popped the cork and poured, she sat up waiting to be handed her drink, but instead she got Brett's cock she sucked it hard, licking the full length, I could tell she was loving it, Brett pulled away and handed her the glass with champagne, he then pulled hard on both of her nipples she screamed in pain and a beaming evil smile came over my face... Kay had finished her champagne and asked to be excused, I went with her so that she couldn't see what other toys I had waiting for her, she was all refreshed and obviously wanted to get straight back to the 'fuck fest', making the first move on me sucking my heaving tits and fingering my twat deep, getting her whole fist up, making me gush, Brett also let me come by giving me a few sharp shocks from the clit clamp, I thought my head was about to explode, my whole body tingled and my nipples were as hard as bullets, Brett as always was ready with my clamps, he knew I loved to wear them when dominating a future bitch. When I returned to the bed Kay was lying on her front, 'perfect' I thought, re-shackling her to the bed I lifted her arse in the air and spread her legs. Picking up the whip I once again tickled her cunt lips making her squirm with desire, licking her twat from behind and fingering her cunt I made sure she was nice and wet, I picked up off the side table a four inch butt plug. I teased her at first making her think it was a small dildo, she soon found out it wasn't and yelped like the bitch she was about to become, trying all the time to get away from me. I pulled her back down the bed by her nipples, it was then I decided that I would use some clamps for them. I asked her if she was still enjoying herself, but no answer came so I whipped her until she answered, making sure that her cunt got some attention too. I used several different vibrators and dildos making her squirt her juices everywhere, when the cuffs were removed she was much more submissive, she obeyed everything I told her to do, even down to licking my arsehole. I ordered her on all fours on the floor like a dog, even though she was smaller than me, and I was much heavier, I made her carry me to the door where she was to be re-shackled once more. She was offered a drink and said that would be nice, so I went into the shower room and returned with a dog bowl which read 'Bitch in Training', in it there was what was left of the champagne mixed with Brett's cum, she loved it. The cuffs were changed and now she had the hard leather ones, as was the collar and blindfold. I introduced her to another friend of mine, the spreader bar. I fastened it just above her knee, to about twenty inches wide, wide enough to ready her for the chair. I started by whipping her twat lips with the end of the lead, she liked it so I rewarded her with a quick lick, I then got out the four inch wide vibrator, making her ready for it by giving her a fist fucking, she screamed but I didn't stop, her nipples were hard like bullets, so on went the clamps, thrusting the plastic cock up her cunt gave me great pleasure as it did her. I was feeling somewhat neglected so I caused her more pain by getting the lit candle and dripping the hot wax down her arms. "Are you enjoying it?", I said once again thrusting the plastic member hard inside her, she was barely awake but I heard her say yes. Brett once again appeared in the room, he has never shown me all the vantage points, but I had a suspicion that it wasn't only watching, he was doing something else this time. He has seen me break many a bitch's will, but has never been out of the room for more than ten minutes. He asked how close I was to breaking her and I told him about two hours but she first has to bathe, she used the guest bathroom, that one has a camera and locks from the outside, we watched her, slowly soaping her little tits, even fingering herself and flicking her bean until she gasped with an orgasm that no doubt shocked her entire body. We watched her finishing to bathe, Brett was horny as hell so we made Kay a special cocktail of our juices, orange juice and white wine, chilled down with some cock shaped ice. When Kay came out of the bathroom she could see that dawn had arrived, but couldn't hear any birdsong. I told her that the room was sound proofed to the highest standard, so no amount of screaming would be heard, I smiled and blew her a kiss. We had a bite to eat and Kay enjoyed her 'special' cocktail, I asked if she was ready to carry on with her 'training', to which she nodded, Brett was already in his chair, awaiting the finale of the 'training', his huge cock as stiff as ever, I told Kay that the penultimate prize awaited her, but first she must make me orgasm. She agreed and once we were back in the playroom she was happy to wear the nipple clamps, blindfold, collar and lead, what she didn't know was that now her ponytail also came into play. With everything firmly in place, I dragged her along the floor by her ponytail to the edge of the bed, she got on all fours and started to munch and lick my pussy, it wasn't long before I was gushing my spunk into her mouth, she fucking loved it, then she started biting my bean, chewing and gnawing making me orgasm almost as well as Lisa does! She had now earned the second to top prize and I led her by the collar over to where the chair is. To put her on it, I needed Brett's help, he lifted her up as if he was about to fuck her senseless teasing her with the tip of his cock making sure she was wet enough, he then eased her onto what was to be, the ride of her life. We strapped her in tight and she could only make me stop the vibrator when she agreed to be my bitch for life, and not to mention the playroom to no one. She was contractually obliged to come and be my bitch at least once a week. I could tell by the look on her face it hurt her tight cunt, but I didn't give a fuck, no one looks at my man with fuck me eyes, except me. I started the beast off at a slow speed, watching her squirm excited me, she soon began to enjoy it moaning with pleasure. I quickened the speed and started to see that the dirty slut was smiling, I beckoned Brett over, he was only to pleased to help me totally humiliate the bitch. I told Kay that she had now earned her top prize, Brett put his stiff cock in her mouth and shoved it down her throat making her choke as he gently glided in and out she began to squirt juices from her pulsating cunt. I turned the speed up to full and Brett helped me get into position for the total humiliation, as he was about to cum deep in her throat he tugged on my nipple clamps and then I let go, giving her a golden shower. The Playroom Just then the phone rang, it was Lisa. I told her she would never guess who I had just made my latest bitch, of course she couldn't, but that was a different story for another time. Kay kept to her contract and visits at least twice a week, I also found out where Brett was disappearing to, he was checking that the cameras were getting all the right angles, oh and as for the maid, she now has her meals on the floor on all fours, and does the cleaning naked and fucks my arsehole daily with her tongue. The Playroom My new basement has just been completed and I'm eager to use it - for my own pleasure - with you. So, I send you a text at work that morning saying that I want you to come home an hour early. While you're seated at your desk, a photo arrives on your phone. It's me, dressed in lingerie, wearing impossibly high heels, bold red lipstick and holding a blindfold in my hand. Then I send you a second pic, of my feet, freshly pedicured with harlot red polish......both pix make you incredibly excited and nervous at the same time and despite both, your cock instantly rises and remains stiff all day - a heady reminder of what lies in store for you later. You can barely contain your excitement as the day just seems to drag from one slow moving meeting and conference call to another. You are eager to get home to your naughty baby and all that she has planned. Finally, it's quitting time and you jump in the car and head home. As you walk up the front walkway, you see that the door is slightly ajar. You push it open and you can hear the strains of Lakme's "Flower Duet" playing on the stereo. Its haunting, lilting melody is erotic and tingle-inducing, setting the stage perfectly. You close the door behind you and follow the trail of rose petals and softly burning candles I've left for you. They lead you into the bedroom and ultimately to the master closet's secret door that guards my sexy secret....the playroom! Cautiously, you descend the steps but I am nowhere to be found. As you reach the bottom step my voice commands you to stop. You look over and see me emerging from the shadows from behind a wall of flickering candles. I am wearing my high black heels, garter belts and stockings, a black lace thong and skimpy black lace bra that barely conceals my hard, rosy nipples. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of me and I can see your gorgeous cock hard and proud beneath your work slacks. There's no denying that you're incredibly turned on and that you want me. I smile, revealing my straight white teeth framed by crimson lips - you're frozen on the spot, unsure of what to do next. I walk languidly over to you and pause before you, kicking off my shoes so that you can see and admire my soft, slim feet. I lean up to your mouth and pull your head down to savor a warm, insistent kiss. I love the feel of my lips on yours and we stay locked in that embrace for what seems like hours. You groan and move to pull me toward you, but I stop you and stand back. "Take your clothes off," I command and you willingly oblige. Once you're naked, I step back to admire your tall, lean and muscular body. Beautiful shoulders, strong arms, perfectly shaped pecs, hard sexy nipples and that delicious, ramrod straight cock.....all begging for my touch. I order you to drop to your knees and you do. I step behind you and fasten a blindfold to cover your eyes. Instantly, your senses are heightened and you're stock still, listening and sensing for what may come next. While you're kneeling, I lean down to pinch and tug on your nipples, making them harder and more sensitive. The feeling is divine and you moan, registering the pleasure/pain as it travels down to the tip of your now pulsating cock. You are a sight to behold - naked, wanting and all mine - mine to command, mine to use....and I want to ravish every handsome inch of you. I take your hand and pull you up and lead you to the bed and have you lie down on your back. Silently, I fasten your wrists above your head to the headboard and do the same with your ankles to the footboard. Once you are securely bound, I open the bedside toy drawer and remove a pair of adjustable nipple clamps. The feel of the cold metal against the sensitive tips of your nipples makes you groan out loud, but I clip them on anyway, knowing how aroused they will make you as they pinch and pleasure your sentsitive nubs. By now your cock is raging and practically begging to be sucked. But before I do, it's time to tease you a little first. I bend down over your parted lips and kiss you, slowly at first, then building to a more intense kiss where our tongues entwine and devour each other. You are straining against the bonds now, trying desperately to pull me to you....but you can't. I break the kiss and pull away and you lay back, frustrated. I smile to myself at how much I am enjoying the exquisite torment of my man. Next, I sit back and slowly touch my feet to your chest, gently caressing your skin, rubbing my soles and toes across your clamped nipples, down your stomach, to your sides and just below your belly button. Your mouth parts and your head falls back as you enjoy the feeling of my soft feet painting your skin with pleasure. After a few minutes, I then straddle your chest and dip my breasts down to hover just above your waiting mouth. I tease your lips with my hard nipples, brushing them across your mouth and chin. You strain upward to try and reach them but I pull away and frustratingly, they are always just out of reach. I go on teasing you this way until you can bear it no longer and I lower my breasts to your waiting mouth and allow you to get your fill of my hard and throbbing peaks. Greedily, you nip and suck at them, loving the feel of them growing ever harder in your mouth. This feels amazing to me too, and I let you worship them for a while longer. When I finally pull away, you seem sad, almost bereft at their absence. Shifting higher on your chest, I position my now dripping pussy over your face, letting you take in the warm, honeyed scent of me. You open your mouth to accept my clit and I allow you to pleasure me with your tongue and lick my glistening slit until I am bucking and moaning with desire against your hungry mouth. I ride your face for a while, grinding my pussy against your beautiful lips, and letting you search and taste me with your impatient tongue. Before you can get too into it, however, I pull away, frustrating you even more. I look down the entire length of your prone, sexy body and can no longer ignore the glorious cock that has been begging for attention for what seems like eternity. You hear the squeezing of a bottle of liquid as I apply a generous amount of lube to my hand. Warming it first, I soon grasp your throbbing cock at the base and begin to work my firm hand up and down your shaft - from root to tip. I know you don't like it too rough and I give it to you gently at first - sliding my slick fist up and down, up and down and occasionally over the crown, eliciting sharp moans and gasps from you as I do. I work agonizingly slowly, prolonging the build up and stretching your every nerve taut as I take you up, up, up towards climax. When I sense you're close, I stop, releasing your cock and you let out a deep growl of displeasure. I laugh out loud, thoroughly enjoing your pleasure and discomfort at your stinging nipples and pulsating cock. After a minute, I take your cock in hand again and slowly begin moving up and down, starting the process all over. This time, I rub my thumb on the underside of your deliciously shaped head, working the underside of the crown with deliberate slowness. Your hips buck and lift off the bed as you try to make sharper contact with my hand, but I pull back and let you come down a bit before starting up again. I edge you like this for a while, taking you right to the brink, stopping, and then bringing you back again. Your breath is coming in short gasps and you are panting now, every fiber of your being wanting desperately to cum. But I'm not finished with you yet. After a few moments, you hear the squeezing of the lube bottle again preceded by the snap of a latex glove. Your whole body goes still until I grasp your rockhard cock and begin my slow up and down movements once again. As I'm stroking your cock, you suddenly feel a finger enter your tight ass and you inhale sharply at the new sensation. You relax immediately, however, as my stroking continues unhurried, but with a firmer grip this time. As I slide my slippery hand up and down your shaft, my finger moves slowly and rhythmically inside your ass, pressing on your prostate. You are overcome with sensations - tight, burning nipples that blaze a trail down to your cock, my hand relentlessly stroking you and taking you to the edge, and the unbelieveable pleasure that my finger is creating in your ass. You are moaning uncontrollably now and I gaze down at your handsome face, thrilled at your response and how much this is turning you on. After several minutes of bucking, and writhing and struggling against the shackles, I begin working on you harder and faster. Your breathing is ragged as I take you up again, up, up, building you toward your ultimate release. With my finger working your ass and my other hand rhythmically jerking your swollen cock, you finally release your hot load - shooting high into the air over and over as you cum violenty, loudly and liberally in my hand, your ass clenching around my finger as you climax. When you return to Earth, I unfasten the clamps, and shackles, kiss you and curl my body next to yours and stroke your face. You snuggle up behind me, wrapping me in your arms, and we both gratefully sink off to sleep, warm, entwined, and very very satisfied. The Playroom This is a simple gentle story. If you want violence, rape, incest or such stuff please look elsewhere. This story is set in the same village as another of my stories, 'The Chair in the Corner', but is in no way a sequel. I hope that it stands up on its own, as they say. I hope you like it. If you do, I'd like to know. If you don't, then I'd also like to know why, so that I can do better next time. Our house is next door to the Running Fox, one of the village pubs. In fact, in the past, it had been a part of the pub. We don't have the records, but it looks as if a row of old outbuildings were repaired and made habitable in order to provide extra rooms in the days of the coaching trade. Then, with the decline of coaching they were split off again into a separate house, long and low, but warm and comfortable. In layout, it was just a series of rooms joined by a corridor, much as a hotel corridor might be nowadays. At one end the room had been converted into a kitchen, and the next into a living room. Then there are two bedrooms, what is now a bathroom, then a store that I use as an office, and then two more bedrooms. The doors to the outside are in the kitchen, and at the further end of the corridor. The last bedroom differs from the others. The walls are rougher, and the window is smaller. We suspect that it was used to accommodate the servants of those staying in the other rooms. When the twins were younger this was their playroom. It was lunchtime. The house felt empty. So unlike yesterday. By yesterday evening we had been in the pub. I was looking across the room at the twins, Liz and Dave. They were both a little drunk, but gloriously happy. Liz had just got married. We were all in the Fox. We raised our glasses, and by we I mean all our families and friends, and half of the rest of the village, to the happy couple. Liz picked up her now husband's hand in a rather peculiar way. She stroked his palm. He had blushed, and she led him outside, and next door, to raucous cheers. I had heard a quiet voice. No, I couldn't have heard it in that row, but I thought I heard someone, a woman, say, "He's a goodun, and she knows what she's about. They'll be happy enough" I had looked round, but I was surrounded by most of the village football team. Was it my imagination, and perhaps the odd beer and chaser. But I had recognised that voice from somewhere. A shame their mother wasn't there, I thought for the umpteenth time that day. Their Mum, my darling Libby, died a couple of years ago. She got an infection soon after we were married, and it affected her heart. We were told that the strain of having children might be too much for her, but Libby wanted kids. It happened, but having the twins, we were then told, would almost certainly be too much. But there they were, as fine a pair of kids, no make that young adults, as you could hope for. It's just a shame she hadn't been there to see it. And we had almost lost Liz as well. They were four or five. They were playing together in their play room when Dave had rushed through to Libby, crying, "She says she's very ill, Mummy, she says that you have to get help." Libby had rushed through. Liz was lying on the spare bed in there, she was feverish, her skin was blotchy. Libby rang the Doctor, and only minutes later she was in an ambulance. They had said that is was one of the fastest and most severe cases of meningitis that they had seen. That if we had waited a few more minutes we might have lost her. They warned us about possible severe side-effects, but Liz had recovered completely. An only child will sometimes have an imaginary friend. But with twins, it is not so common. Stranger still, Liz and Dave did not have one friend each, they shared her between them. They had said her name was Feebee. It was only much later that they learned the correct spelling, Phoebe. They said that their friend Feebee looked after them. I remembered first time that Dave got drunk. He was in the football team, yes, with the rabble that was surrounding me, and they had actually won a match, a real rarity. He was more or less carried home from the pub -- not the Fox, the other one, and I sat him in the kitchen with some water and a bowl. Then he started talking. "It's true what they said, isn't it, Liz might have died." He paused. "I wasn't the hero, you know." Another pause. I tried to persuade him to drink some of the water. "It was Phoebe you know. She told me to get help." "Yes mate. Now drink up. You'll feel better in the ... " But not now. He got most of it in the bowl. I soon had him cleaned up a bit and in bed with the bowl beside him. How many years? Ten? No nearer fifteen. He still remembered their imaginary friend. What had brought this to mind? The sight of Dave supping beer? Perhaps. The Bride and Groom leaving meant that the others started to drift away. A minibus arrived to take folk home. I didn't want to go home just then. I wanted to let the newly-weds have a bit of time to themselves before I rolled in. I'm not suggesting that last night would have been their first time for anything. They had been living together, in the room that had been a play room, for a couple of years. It was that it was their first time as man and wife. If only Libby had been there as well. As Libby had got weaker, she needed a special bed, and it was not a double. When she was strong we used to use the playroom bed for our gentle love making -- as much as we could. But mostly I would try to sleep on a mattress on the floor beside her bed -- until she complained that my snoring kept her awake, and I started to sleep in the play room. I rigged up the old baby alarm so that she could get me if she needed anything. The first night or two I got no sleep. I was so worried that she would not be able to wake me. I lay listening to the tiny sounds that she made that were transmitted through the wire. Then one night, I lay there. I must have snoozed. I dreamt. A woman was standing beside me. I knew where I was, I was on the playroom bed, but there she was. She had picked up my hand, and was carefully and gently smoothing my palm. She took a tiny bottle from a pocket in her gown, and let a drop of something touch my lips. It was the last drop in the bottle. She was whispering something. In my dream, I licked my lips and tasted ... tasted fruit, apples, but more than that, there was the fire of a whisky or rum. I relaxed, and fell into deep refreshing sleep. I awoke, mostly revived, the next morning. There, in the emptying bar, I remembered that dream. I had other dreams in that bed. I thought that it was the drugs that Libby had been given. I thought she had been hallucinating. "Darling, I know we can't do much together, now. If you ever want to, you know, have ... relief ... it would be fine." I heard what she said, but assured her that it was not likely to happen. "A lady came to see me. She said that she would be very happy to -- entertain you." Libby hadn't had any visitors for a few days. "Please think about it Darling." Libby was quite insistent. As I have already said, I had other dreams in that bed. It was after Libby's suggestion that it started. The dream lady came to me and offered herself to me. I could not reject her offer, but I did not feel I could accept, dream or no dream. I think that I said "Too soon," or "Not now, " or some such delaying message. Libby had raised the subject of sex again, encouraging me, I remembered. In time, I accepted the lady's offers. She would slide into my dream bed, take my hand, and stroke it. Then we would kiss and cuddle, we would tweak and fondle. Sometimes I just lay there while she pleasured me with mouth and breasts and with her sweet sweet cunny. Other times she would demand more from me and we would writhe and plunge, I would lick and suck and bite and slide and sweat. The pub was almost empty by now. I emerged from my thoughts, feeling somewhat in need of some cold night air, and I decided that it was late enough for me to go home, but then Sid, the Landlord came and stood by my side. "Here mate, taste this." He gave me a tiny shot glass. The contents were warm and deep brown. I sniffed it and knew it. It was the same brew that the lady gave me that one last drop of, but with hot water diluting it. "Make it last. This is the last bottle I've got. Perhaps the last bottle anywhere -- and it's nearly empty." He held up an old green glass bottle. It looked hand blown. There was less than half an inch of liquid left in the bottom. "What is it?" I asked. "Some sort of cider brandy. An old family recipe I think. My grandfather said that he had been left three bottles, my father two, and now just this." I sipped. Apples, yes, but autumn leaves and spice and spring flowers as well. "Its not every day that you give your child away. Its our family tradition. Having a drop of this at a wedding." Sid had three married daughters. "But I'm not family." I protested. "As good as, living just through there as you do." He indicated the adjoining wall. I sipped it slowly, savouring it. Then I thanked Sid and left. Early next morning I drove the two of them to the airport, and on the way back dropped off the last of their stuff at the house I which they would be living on their return. Then I went back to my empty house. Dave? Yes, he still sort of lived there, but he spent most of his time at work or at his girlfriends. So, back to where it started. Lunchtime in an empty home. I am not one for drinking at lunchtime, but, I thought, perhaps one of Sid's roast beef and onion sandwiches, that held more appeal. I know that you are not reading this for culinary tips, but Sid knows what he's doing with a roast beef sandwich. Slices of crusty home made bread, beef sliced thinly, but several slices. The thin slices meant that you got more flavour. It wasn't a steak sandwich -- it was good roast beef. Served with freshly sliced onion in a bowl of vinegar. Mustard or horseradish were optional. I always went for the horseradish. As I entered the bar Sid was talking to someone I could not see. They were behind a pillar. Sid caught my eye, and I mimed eating a sandwich. Sid nodded. mimed supping a pint. I thought a moment, and nodded. Without breaking his conversation for a moment, he started pulling my pint. Sid gestured that I should sit down, and that he would bring me my refreshment. I picked up a newspaper and turned to the crossword. A minute later Sid came over to my table. He was empty handed. "Can I ask you a favour?" "Of course, Sid." "Can I use one of your rooms for a bit." When the Fox was busy it was not unusual for Sid to 'borrow' one of our bedrooms. I did not have to do anything. Sid's staff did the beds, the breakfasts, the cleaning and laundry. I just made the visitors welcome "Of course. I have plenty spare now." She's one of my cousins or half cousins or nieces or some such. I lose track."Sid declared. "They call her Fi." He pronounced it as 'fee'. "Fi?" I expected more. "Just Fi. It's short for something or other. "It's just that she's ... she's a bit, you know, uncomplicated. She's a good lass, a good worker if you show her what to do. It's my turn to look after her for a bit. She sort of gets passed round the family." "Of course, Sid, she'll be a bit of company." "I'll bring her over." Sid led an unremarkable woman to my table. She was neither tall nor short, plump nor skinny. She had her hair tucked into a woollen hat. She wore a shapeless coat. Sid was carrying her big old suitcase. Sid introduced me. "This is the Prof." Yes, I worked at the University, but I was a certainly not one of the high flyers, however all the Fox regulars insisted on calling me 'The Prof'. I gestured for Fi to sit. She did so nervously. "I'm Fiona, but call me Fi" "I've got a room for you. You can stay with the Prof." Sid told her. "Thank you very much." she said. Her voice was hesitant. She said the words almost as if choosing them had been difficult. Sid had disappeared, but he returned moments later with a tray, on which was a glass of cider for Fi, my pint, and two beef sandwiches. Sid put them down and disappeared again. We munched. When it was polite to speak, I swallowed my mouthful and spoke. "Will you be working for Sid then?" "Urr, Well, I will do what I can. I don't like hard jobs -- using stuff sort of thing. I wash up and make the beds and stuff. I can do some of the cooking, but not the hard stuff. I'm a bit scared of electric things." She was not a conversationalist. We ate and drank our lunch. Then I picked up her case -- Sid had made it look light -- and led next door to my home. I left the case in our kitchen, and led her along the corridor. "I'll show you the rooms. I'm afraid, it's a bit of a mess." "Yes, Sid said that you've had a busy time." "Yes, and I am not too good at tidying up." I laughed. She smiled. This is my room, this is my son's, then the bathroom. That's my office. Now, you can have one of these two." She opened the first. "Oooh, it's very nice, isn't it." I got the feeling that she was more used to rougher quarters. Then she went into the old playroom. It still showed signs of the couple staying there, but she obviously felt more comfortable with it. For the first time there was some emotion in her voice. "Yes, please, this is my room. Can I really live here?" "Of course." "Yes, yes, yes. This is my own." She almost bounced on her toes, "This is Fi's room." She had only opened the door. I encouraged her to go in, while I went back to fetch her case. As I returned with it I heard her talking to herself. She was telling herself how lucky she was, and how happy she was going to be. She went quiet when I entered and I put the case on the bed. While telling her to make herself at home, the doorbell rang. It was one of Sid's staff. She was carrying a pile of bedding and towels. I directed her to the end room. "Do you want a brew?" I shouted down the corridor. Two voices replied. "Oh yes please. Tea please." "No ta. I have to get back." "Milk? Sugar?" "Yes please and no thank you." Fi replied. "Do you want it there?" "No, I'll come for it. I don't want to spill it while we make up the bed." I brewed tea, and took two mugs through into the living room. I heard Sid's chambermaid let herself out. I drank half my mug of tea. One reason that I rarely drink at lunchtime is that it makes me sleepy. I awoke. Fi was sitting opposite me patiently. She was smiling. She had taken off her hat and brushed her brown hair. With a smile on her face she was transformed. She was not the unhappy waif, now she was quite an attractive woman. "I didn't want to wake you." she said. With some confidence, her voice was different. It was not quiet, hesitant and apologetic. It was ... The voice the night before. That voice was her voice. And it was the voice of my dream lady. But no, it couldn't be. Sid had told me that Fi had arrived this morning. My mouth was dry. I looked at my half mug of tea. It was cold. Her mug lay empty. "Do you want another?" "I'll make it if you show me where things are." I tried to get from my seat. She saw me struggle. "Don't bother. I'll find them." She picked up our mugs. What a difference. Confidence? I heard the whoosh of the tap and the click of the kettle. I heard cupboard doors open and close. I looked at the clock. I had slept the whole afternoon. I turned on the television for the news. I watched the headlines. I got up and left the TV talking to itself. In the kitchen Fi had made the tea, and was washing up some of my clutter. "Are you hungry? Do you mind left over's. There's a lot of stuff left over from the wedding in the fridge." I got a couple of plates and encouraged her to fill one of them with pieces of pork pie, cold sausages, pieces of chicken and various salads. "Bread?" I cut a couple of slices. We spent the evening in a companionable way, watching rubbish television. Despite my afternoon nap I still wanted an early night. She was tired, and happy to go to her room at the same time. If I did dream I did not remember it. However, my mind had obviously been active in the night. I awoke. I had an idea in my mind that I could not believe, but equally, I could not dismiss it. I lay thinking about it for an age. I got up, made coffee, and took it to my office. I had work to do, emails to answer. I heard Fi moving about. She was tidying her room, and then the bathroom and the kitchen. She was back in her room when the door rattled and my son, David came in. He went into his room and clattered around for a bit. I hesitated. My idea was mad, but I had to test it. I heard him carry something to the kitchen. "Dave?" I shouted along to him. He put whatever it was down, and stuck his head round the office door. "Come in." He did. I pushed the office door closed. "What have I done." I realised that I had done exactly what I would have done if my son was getting a telling off. "No, nothing. It's just that ... " This was embarrassing me. "Dave, you remember your imaginary friend?" "Yes, Dad. Phoebe you mean?" His face looked as if he was either about to protest about 'imaginary', or to deny the memory, but then thought better of either these options, and nodded. "Can you describe her?" "Well, she was ... ," he described an average woman. A woman, not a girl. But it was certainly not a description that the police could use for an arrest. "Dave, we have someone staying with us. I want you to meet her." I opened the door. "Fi, are you busy?" She came along the corridor. As she entered, Dave involuntarily stepped back and sat on a box. "It's you, isn't it?" he said. "My, how you have grown." Then Fi realised what she had said. She was confused. I was confused. I think of myself as a rational person. "Fiona, Fi, Phoebe? Have you ever stayed with Sid before? Could you have met Dave before?" It was the hesitant Fi that answered. "No sir. Never sir." "I need to think." I said mostly to myself. Fi went back to her busy-ness. Dave looked stunned. "Well it was a long time ago. Phoebe? I would have been a lot smaller. Phoebe! She seems so small now. It's how many years? She was always a woman, so how old would she be now?" he asked himself. "Are you OK son?" "I think so. Dad, I think so?" he stood up again. He shook his head. He was returning to reality perhaps. "Dad, I'm taking my old record player. Her Dad's got some old vinyls that he wants to get on disk." I heard him leave. I tried to return to work. I could not concentrate. Visions of my dream woman, of Phoebe, occupied my mind. Erotic visions. I thought of lying on top of her. Me taking my weight on my elbows, looking into her eyes. Smiling. Watching her breasts undulate when I pushed up inside her. Of the way she would rock her hips to rub me against her, inside her. I thought of lying on my back. She was impaled upon me. She was bolt upright. She was circling her hips in time with me kneading her breasts and tweaking her nipples. I thought of sweat and sticky patches. I needed more coffee. Fi, or was it Phoebe, had found the coffee maker, and a pot of hot strong coffee was waiting on the kitchen surface. Black strong fresh coffee. I sat in my chair in my living room. I heard her in the corridor, and she entered with her own mug. She was carrying an old cardboard filing box. She put it on the table beside her. From it she took a sheet of yellowed paper. She passed it to me. "It's some old family stuff I've collected as I've been moved around." The Playroom It was a simple drawing. It showed a floor and a wall and a window. The floor was irregular stone flags. The wall was thick, and the window was small. Beneath the window was some planking that seemed to indicate that the window might once have been a door. A small door. "It is, isn't it?" The playroom now had carpet and rugs on the floor, There were many coats of paint on the woodwork concealing the grooves in the planking, but it was unmistakable. "We can check. We can lift the carpet. Compare the floor." "We'll do that?" She passed me another document from her box. It was a newspaper report. The original paper had flaked and rotted, but it was attached to a hand-written transcription. The hand writing was not good, but it was a report of a disorderly house being run adjacent to the Inn. It named our village. The woman accused of running the brothel was one Phoebe Corbett who was also described as a brew-wife and a herbalist. Phoebe Corbett had been confined in a locked room in the brothel, but had disappeared. It described the room. I could make out an illustration in the newspaper which matched the picture of the playroom window. The text declared that the window had not, indeed could not be opened. I looked at her. Phoebe was taking over from Fiona more and more. There was little sign of the hesitant Fi. "Phoebe? Fi?" For a moment the hesitance was back. "Please Prof, call me Phoebe. Fiona was only half a person. Phoebe is all of me." I could see in her eyes that Phoebe was there again. She just smiled. "So you were her?" I indicated the newspaper? "I don't know. I think that I was a part of her. I have some memories, but ..." What to say? I sipped at my mug. "Thanks for the coffee." "Yes, it's better than instant, isn't it." she answered, "I think that poor old Fiona preferred instant." We drained our mugs. "The carpet then. Let's check. In the playroom we soon had the stone flags uncovered. They matched the picture perfectly. I examined the window. I could see that the grooves in the paint matched the planking in the picture. Then I noticed that at one corner, near the floor there was some damage. The wood had been kicked or hit by some furniture. One plank had split. There was a tiny gap I fetched my toolbox. A screwdriver behind the plank increased the gap. I could feel a slight draught on my cheek. I got a torch from my toolbox and shone it at the gap. It was just a hole. I strained at my screwdriver and the plank split further, and then it broke. There was a hollow space. The torch revealed a shaft going down. I put my hand in and felt around. There was something at the top -- just under the window sill. It moved, and as it did, the sill moved slightly. A gap appeared at its back. A bit of leverage with an old paint scraper had the sill sliding forward to reveal a shaft. I shone the torch down the shaft. There were metal rungs. I'm not underweight by any means, but I thought that I could do it. "Shall we?" I asked Phoebe. "We have to, now, don't we?" I put my hand on one of the rungs and tested it. It seemed strong and well fixed. "I know what to do." I went along to Dave's room. Amongst his clutter I found a larger torch and one of his climbing harnesses and ropes. We soon had it rigged up and hanging down the shaft. I attached the harness to the rope and lowered myself down the shaft, feeling for the rungs, kicking them and testing them with my feet. I concentrated on my climb until my feet were once again standing on stone flags. Only then did I wave the torch around. "I'm coming down" said the voice from above. "No, wait," I commanded, but I was ignored, and moments later Phoebe was standing beside me holding the smaller torch. We started to explore. Barrels, bottles, planks. There was the gleam of copper. It was a cellar that looked to run the entire length of the house. It was divided into a series of stalls, with the stall's walls supporting the room walls above. "Over here." Phoebe called to me. In one of the stalls was a chair and table. There was a bottle and a glass on the table. In the chair were the mummified remains of a female human body. "Well," Phoebe said, "Not many folk get to see their own corpse." My torch flickered. "We need to think, and we need some decent light." We made our way back up the rungs. We brushed the dust off ourselves. "I think that I need some more of that coffee." I said. "Yes." We did need time for thought. How long was it? Minutes or hours. We each had our own thoughts. "Phoebe, do you remember ... Did you talk to my Libby? Did you offer yourself? For me?" "Yes, I remember that." "She, that is, Libby, encouraged me to ..." "I know." "Thank you." We were silent again. "I don't think," she said, "that I will be in your dreams in the same way again." I thought. "But my offer still stands." She grinned. I grinned. "Is that a personal or a professional offer." "We'll have to see. A bit of both I think." "Thanks. I might accept, if the terms are right." "But what are we going to do about me ... her, down there." "Call the police?" was my first reaction. "I'd wait a bit. We need a good look round." I found a mains extension leads and various electric lamps. We lowered them down. The first time that the cellar was illuminated by electric light -- well, not counting our torches -- it revealed a series of workshops and a series of crimes or near crimes. In one stall there were coins -- coin clipping and counterfeiting were common years ago. At one end there was a hearth and furnace for melting metal, probably gold and silver we surmised. Using the same flue, the gleam of copper we had seen before was a still, for illicit production of spirits. Barrels. Probably smuggled. Bottles. I looked at them. I had seen their like just once before, and that was the night before last. Most were empty. However there were about a dozen heavier ones with sealing wax covering their corks. "Well, the police would have fun down here." "They can see where we have moved things." "And if this is what I think it is", I held up a full bottle, then I don't want to lose it." "It is." She smiled again. "It is what you think it is. But I might remember how to make some more." "Not when they have confiscated the still." "Aaaah." She took the bottle from me. "It's been a long time since I tasted this." We turned off and unplugged the lamps. Using the rope we lifted them and the cables out. I replaced the window sill after examining the catch mechanism. It linked to a tiny lever at one side, but that had been painted solid. I disabled the catch and slid the sill into place. It fitted perfectly. I found some glue, and replaced the bit of broken plank. We relaid the carpet and rugs. "When that has set," I was referring to the glue, "I will give it a dab of paint." "Lets have some more of those left-overs," she suggested. We sat at the kitchen table, with the bottle standing, dusty, between us. There was little of the wedding feast left now. For the next meal we would have to do a bit more work. "What about Sid? Wont he be wanting you to work for him?" "Well yes, and no. I don't think that he really wants me there, it was just his turn to look after little Fiona." "I suppose that we could sort of tell him the truth. You, know, men and women, a bit of seduction. We don't have to tell him who, how, or when the seduction was?" "And if we forget Phoebe, and stick with Fi. Meeting you could sort of, you know, bring me out of my shell." "And David and Liz?" "Oh, the imagination can be a powerful thing, can't it." We were comfortable in each other's company. Now before we open this bottle, just to see if it is still drinkable, of course. I was imagining ..." she suggested. "Business or pleasure?" "Oh, both, I think. I used to enjoy my work, you know." "In the play room?" "Of course." She took my hand and sort of stroked my palm.