Angela's distaste for John's action was obvious in a number of ways. Her demeanor changed dramatically. Whereas seconds ago she was enraptured, she now seemed distracted. Even Diana noticed the difference. In order to please her lover, she increased her efforts. It worked: at least for a while. She could feel the sweat forming on Angela's breasts making them slick and cool to the touch. She smiled as she increased her activities. She tried to ignore what John was doing behind her – mostly successfully.
In a way keying her actions to their response was very freeing. Another contradiction – there were so many now that she had lost track of them. It was as if by exceeding the demands that were place upon her, she managed to surpass her own predicament. Suddenly, even though she was one bound and obedient, she still had power. She used it to further Angela's – and her own – pleasure.
But, in a way, no matter what she did she could not bring Angela back to where she had been moments ago. Even in the semi-conscious state of sexual arousal she was now getting used to, she could hear Angela scolding John. "Not so hard. Why are you doing this? You know it is against the rules."
John did not respond. He only continued with the activities. Finally in desperation, Angela commanded, "Stop. I want it gentle for a while. Take a break."
John looked at her quizzically. "I suppose. I'll be back in a few minutes."
With the blows on her backside gone, the room took on a incredible silence. The only sound was the warm moist suckling noise that Diana was making – and the moans coming from Angela's lips. Dropping her hands to Diana's breasts, Angela caressed them softly. She barely touched the breasts as she traced the lines made by the restrictive cord. Moving to the nipples, she lightly touched them in front of where the clamps held them tightly. Touching just the tips, she traced them with her fingertips. Pushing gently occasionally, but mostly just caressing as delicately as she could. It was as if she wanted her own gentleness to serve as counterpoint to the mechanical hatefulness of the shiny silver clamps.
She moved closer to Diana and Diana responded by intensifying her actions on Angela's breast. In response, Angela moved from the tips and began caressing with more vigor. When she reached the very tips of the nipples, she pinched them tightly eliciting a loud moan.
Taking one hand, she moved it behind Diana's head where the leather blindfold held her tightly and ran her fingers through her hair while pulling her even closer. With her other hand she pulled the chain between the clamps toward the floor.
Tiring of this activity – though Diana's moans were most gratifying – she moved her hand to the point where the belt contacting Diana's clitoris was attached and casually loosed it. She then repeated the tender caresses of moments ago on Diana's vagina. Taking her fingers she slipped them between her nether lips and stroked the engorged clitoris with extreme tenderness.
Noticing the change in Diana's actions – they were suddenly even more demanding – she increased her motion. Stroking and pinching and bringing Diana closer and closer to orgasm. When Angela noted her breath catching in Diana's throat, she backed off. She wanted to keep her on the edge as long as possible. She knew from experience that the longer satiation is delayed, the more intense it will be. She smiled softly as she caressed her to the point of distraction.
Diana, the weight pulling her nipples to the floor and Angela's fingers driving her to madness, was completely oblivious to anything other than pleasing her lover. The motions of Angela's slender fingers were increasing and she longed to achieve orgasm – but each time she got close – the motions were greatly reduced.
At times the caresses were vigorous and almost painful. Other times they were so soft and loving that Diana was not even certain that it was Angela's fingers and not an errant breeze caressing her to madness. She tried moving her hips to increase the effect but the bondage was very effective. Though she could manage a small motion, mostly she succeeded in increasing her own frustration. She stopped and waited for what would happen next.
Angela noted this and decided to let her orgasm – once. Taking her first two fingers she slipped them over her clitoris and casually stroked faster and faster until Diana lost all inhibition and moaned loudly as the orgasm swept over her.
John returned to the room and seeing that Angela had let her climax, he said, "Okay, it is my turn."
"Of course." Angela replied haughtily.
Reaching to the simple hoist lifting Diana's arms behind her, he began to turn it slowly. Diana could hear the metallic click of the machine as her arms were raised behind her. She had no choice but to bend down further. Almost as soon as the activity began, she lost Angela's breast and she merely sighed as she her arms were stretched toward the ceiling.
Angela retreated to the workbench and moved behind Diana armed with a vibrator in one hand and the slapper in the other. As John took Diana's head in his hands and directed her lips to his penis, Angela placed her hand through the thong on the end of the slapper and let her fingertips softly caress the marks on Diana's firm buttocks. It was as if she were trying to alleviate the discomfort by touching her buttocks so softly that the pain would come into her even though the instrument that placed them there in the first place dangled from Angela's wrist and occasionally bumped into Diana's thighs. Diana moaned loudly.
"Take the tip."
Diana did as she was asked opening her mouth slightly and allowing the tip of John's penis to pierce her lips. Using her tongue she softly probed the tip. John removed his hands from her hair and gracefully caressed Diana's cheeks. "More." As he moved one of his hands to his penis and pulled the foreskin back making the tip taut.
Diana complied by opening her mouth further and allowing John's penis to be inserted further. Her jaws were beginning to ache and she almost gagged until the penis moved past the point where this reflex was triggered. Slowly – agonizingly slowly – he began pump his penis in and out of her mouth. She tried to keep pressure on the member with her lips while her tongue continued probing and caressing.
Angela switched the vibrator on and moved it to the point on the inside of Diana's thighs just above where the knee cuffs were keeping her knees from buckling. As Diana sucked greedily, Angela continued caressing the inside of her thigh moving closer and closer to Diana's vagina. When she neared the area, she slowed the caresses and made them even lighter. Diana responded by increasing her efforts to please John and strained in her bondage.
