Drifting. Endless drifting. Angela's tongue continued teasing Diana to higher and deeper feelings of lust, and even though she was completely blinded by the hood, she closed her eyes tightly and tried to focus on what was happening to her. She was not successful.
. The feelings of disgust she had first felt when had felt John's rough whiskers on her breasts signaling that the person performing cunnilingus was Angela, were gone. In her mind she knew absolutely that she was not a homosexual — would never consider being a homosexual — but this was somehow different. This was not a type of sex based in love — this was, by its very nature, an activity that was separated from everything she had experienced. It was as if she were merely a receptacle for someone else's sexual desires. As Angela's tongue flashed again and again, she was beginning to understand her portion in this play.
All of these activities were designed to separate herself from the person she was, and turn her merely into a means of her tormenter's expression. Whether she actually enjoyed these activities seemed irrelevant. In fact, no one ever asked her what she wanted. Instead, they simply chose the activities that pleased them.
It was a difference she had never experienced. Before, she had always been an active participant in lovemaking. Now, this was removed from her. Even her own body was not really her's anymore. Instead of participating by either directing her lovers to please her: or simply performing whatever actions were necessary to fulfill her own desires herself, she was completely at their mercy — helpless — securely bound and exposed to the world.
The main thought that consumed her — when Angela's tongue and John's lips would let her mind consider for a moment — was that this type of sex was one that society damned. She had always heard it described as being more akin to rape than sex. But, it was obvious to her that those who would level such accusations never experienced what she was feeling. The intensity and pagan quality of her lust were something she had never felt before, and it was a feeling she undeniably enjoyed.
She tried to keep this thought as Angela's tongue and lips increased their probing. She screamed as another orgasm began to overtake her and drive the thought from her head. Feeling the now familiar warmth spreading from her clitoris to the rest of her body effectively erased all thought. She was on her way to becoming a being of pure sexuality. No thoughts. No fears. No wants. Only desire and complete and utter sexuality, but she was not there yet.
Tears formed in her eyes — but these too were dried almost immediately as her passion began to crescendo. She opened her mouth as widely as the hood would allow and gulped the air greedily. Sweat burst from her body and she knew that her entire body was now slick with the dripping wetness she could feel the air on her body — but, Angela continued driving her as if she were oblivious to what she doing to her. Or perhaps more cognizant than Diana knew.
On and on and higher and higher she was driven. Feeling her muscles contracting for another orgasm, she tried tearing at her bonds. She could not effectively move though she did manage to make the cross swing slightly. John reached out and stopped its movement immediately. She screamed — but the sound was deadened by the tight leather until it became a mere whisper in the solitude of the underground room. A sound that barely made it to the padded walls where it died. Angela heard it and smiled.
Feeling Angela's tongue back off a bit, she simply drifted and waited for what would happen next. Trying to describe this feeling later was difficult. She knew that it was a good thing that she was securely bound for there was no way she could stand or even sit without some assistance. The feelings were so overwhelming that she knew her mind — trapped in this all- consuming passion — would simply not allow her body to react. On another level she was aware not only had her physical abilities been taken from her but that her passion would not even allow speaking or smiling. She was adrift with thoughts that were unfamiliar to her — though not unpleasant. She was quickly becoming attenuated to her own body's expression.
The feeling that this sex she was experiencing was damned by the world came back to her in a flood. The idea that a woman should be performing cunnilingus on her — with much more skill than any male lover ever exhibited — was, in many ways, disgusting. But, coupled with this disgust was a feeling of defiance and heightened sensitivity because of the forbidden nature of the activity. She took this thought and tried to examine it, as her orgasmic cycle returned again...
"That's enough, Angela. Let her down easy."
Angela slowed her motions until she allowed Diana to simply rest — secure in her physical bondage and the shackles that held her mind and consciousness as securely as the leather and metal encasing her.
"I am not through with you yet, Angela. But, I think we will let her rest a little."
Angela merely looked at the ground. She too had thoughts consuming her mind and her own speech at this point would be impossible. Trapped in the glow of lust, she merely acquiesced to his command and stared at the ground in front of her. On one level she was aware of John removing the bonds holding Diana, but on another she was not. Her mind was completely engrossed in the feelings of lust precipitated by both her bondage and her own needs and desires.
