After retrieving the collar from the bed, Angela carefully circled Diana's neck and clicked it shut. The silence of the room made the sound much stronger than it normally would have been, and Diana sighed — resigned to whatever would come next. The difference in Diana's mind that the collar made were hard to explain. It was as if the collar represented her capitulation in her own submission. A feeling that was both extremely scary and extremely enticing. The experiences of the last few days were vying for precedence in her mind. There were so many contradictions that it was hard for her to understand.
How can something so obviously painful, also create a euphoria that she had no words to describe? What process in her mind allowed the realization that tighter she was bound — the more free she became? On one level she understood that if she had no control over what happened, then nothing that she did could be considered to be her responsibility. But, this too was fraught with contradiction because it was her choice to submit. She realized that with one word, she could end the activities. But, even though this thought came to her mind — she put it down because there was seemingly more to discover. That was, she was beginning to understand, the nature of the experience. Though she realized that there were contrary elements at work: these elements served to heighten her experience rather than limit it. Another contradiction! These many contradictions seemed both wonderful and damning — one more of the many seemingly disparate elements that served to keep her confused.
Even the actions of Angela seemed contradictory — Diana knew absolutely that she was not a homosexual — but the kind caresses and warm kisses served to heighten her sexual excitement in a way she had never experienced. Maybe it was the feeling that what Angela was doing was wrong — not natural — that served to leave her anticipating more.
She now realized that the rest of her sexual experiences now were pale in comparison to the new land she found herself in. A stranger among strangers sharing a bond that belied their distance from each other.
It was as if terms such as gay or lesbian no longer had any meaning. This was not about lifestyles or relationships — instead this was simply about increasing the body's ability to react to sexual stimulation. And it was working. Lord, it was working. As the collar clicked shut she felt her juices intensify and the intense feeling in her still-sore nipples told her of her own excitement.
Retrieving a lead from the bed, Angela snapped it on the collar and said, "Come along now. It's time."
Diana, bound and nearly hobbled by her own sexual arousal, tried to follow as best she could. Even the simple act of moving, caused a sexual excitement that prior to this week she had never had experienced. The strategically placed leather strap — braided to intensify the feelings — rubbed her clitoris in the most diabolical way. Each step intensified the pleasure and she longed to stop — but also to run. It was another contradiction that she would have to categorize and place into a matrix that could explain the contrary feelings she was experiencing. But, now there was no time. Even as she slowed to try to consider them, the tug on the leash was strengthened and she struggled to keep up.
As she walked, blindfolded, collared, and bound tightly from the waist up, she began to wonder what would happen next. John had said that there were nearly done with her primary and would be moving on to the secondary — but still important — organs of human sexuality. When the feeling between her legs subsided enough to allow her mind to think, she remembered the lectures. The primary sexual organ was the obvious. The first and foremost secondary organ was the mouth. If logic was right, that would be where they were going. Diana swallowed hard. Her lips were dry and her throat raspy at the thought.
The pressure on her neck stopped and Angela removed a key from her pocket and inserted it into the lock on the door and opened it was a small creaking noise. Diana shuddered. The pressure on the collar resumed and she was led into a carpeted room.
Following dutifully behind, she was lead to a chair. Angela dropped the leash and she felt it caress her breasts before coming to rest. Moving in front of Diana, Angela kissed her once more — lightly — and put her hands on her shoulders. "Time to sit for a minute. It won't be long, I promise." She said with a smile.
Diana felt a tug on the buckle of the blindfold and another leather strap was inserted behind it. This was brought down until it met the straps holding the glove to her shoulders. This was then tightened until her face was tilted up. Taking advantage of her position, Angela kissed her passionately again.
Moving to the dressing table she retrieved the lip liner and carefully outlined Diana's full lips. This act — one that Diana had performed on herself so many times she could not easily count — was suddenly one of the most sexually intense sexually feelings she had ever experienced. The very commonality of the act helped to give this feeling. We keep a space between us and others. This space, for Diana, had ceased to exist. A feeling of invasion that felt very uncomfortable, but also joyfully intense. Just the idea of someone else doing something to your lips without either your control or permission served to lead her down the path to intensifying sexual arousal.
Angela retrieved the lip gloss and brush and slowly applied it taking care to blend it in carefully. She saw that Diana was squirming in her seat, and she smiled . . . but continued on with her activity. When she was finished, she brushed her hands playfully on Diana's breast as she retrieved the leash. Without speaking she pulled the lead up. Diana had little choice but to follow.
It was difficult walking with her blindfolded eyes facing the ceiling, but she managed. Reaching what Diana assumed to be the middle of the room, the pressure on her neck lightened and then ceased. She stopped and waited — not sure of what was going to happen next.
