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A Practicum in Sensual Awareness

By: vmystere



"So, are you ready to go?"

"I suppose. I'm a little nervous though . . ."

"As well you should be. But, I think you might enjoy it. Or at least learn to enjoy it. I did mine several years ago, and the memories are still burning."

"Diana, You remember the procedure, right?"

"I guess." She replies trembling. A sheen of sweat is forming on her forehead and she nervously wipes it away with the back of her hand. "First stop is the shower, right?"

"No, the first thing is that I will have to fit and place the bracelets and collar. Then you will be blindfolded and taken to the shower. After that you will be shaved — everywhere."

"Then what happens?"

"I guess it is up to your trainer. There are a lot of different activities for them to choose from. That is their skill, and the reason that they have been chosen as trainers. This is also where you will begin to learn the practical part of the your training here at the Institute. You have read the material. Lord, you have been here nearly six months. Aren't you tired of the endless classes and lectures?"

"I am. But it still makes me nervous. Will it hurt a lot?"

"It can. But, I doubt very much if your trainer will begin there. Usually they just start with something slightly uncomfortable. This allows you to bring your mind into focus. But, it is entirely up to them. Who knows, maybe the post will be your first stop."

"I hope not. I'm scared."

"Well, you know that there will be no permanent damage. That is a given. Instead you will simply be instructed in the art of experiencing the wide range of sensuality that humans are capable of. That is the reason we came here."

"I know, but . . . "

"Enough talk. Give me your hands one at a time."

Angela — her best friend here at the Institute — reaches into a case on the desk and selects two matching wrist cuffs and a collar. They are an inch and a half wide and made of highly-polished silver. As Diana looks at them, she can see they are lined with soft, strong leather. There are no rings or other practical appendages. But, each of them has a series of slots where rings or other attachments can be added as needed.

Taking the bracelets she circles first one and the other wrist. They cuffs close on their hinges and lock into place with a loud click. Diana tries turning them on her wrist. She is not successful. While there is little room for play, they are not uncomfortable. "The trainer will have the keys to these. I don't have them and could not remove them if I wanted to. Let me measure your neck." 

Taking a flexible measuring tape she carefully measures Diana's thin neck. After retrieving a collar from the case, she snaps it home. Taking several of the rings from the box, she slips them into slots on the wrist and turns them into place. Repeating the procedure on the collar, Diana is ready. "Okay, Diana, take your robe off and turn toward the wall."

Removing the soft silk robe and feeling the cold air caress her nakedness raises gooseflesh on the young woman's arms. Angela moved behind and softly caressed her shoulder and pulled her body back toward her. After holding her in a soft embrace for a moment, she gathers her hair and makes a pony tail. She then pins this on top of her head. Leaving her alone momentarily, she returns with thin piece of rubber that will serve as a blindfold. Moving close behind her she carefully places it across her eyes and pulls it tight. The material is pliable enough that it absolutely seals any light for entering her eyes. She is completely and absolutely without sight. In truth, she was relieved for the kindness of the darkness — at least with the blindfold firmly in place, she would not have to witness her own degradation. Angela pulls the thin rubber tightly and ties it on the side of her head just above her ear. "Is that comfy?"

"Yes, it is tight and I cannot see a thing."

"Good, that is the way it should be. Are you ready?"

Diana nodded. "As ready as I ever will be. It will be all right, won't it?"

"I think so. I did it. So can you. Now just relax and have some fun. After all, if your trainer thinks that something is particularly frightening to you . . ."

She let the thought drop but the implication was clear. If they found something that frightened her, she had better plan on much more of it. That was their way here and Diana knew it. That was the simple idea behind the Institute. Trying to train people to understand themselves and their sexuality. Once a person had been successfully trained, the sky was the limit for them. Working either as a professional advisor, in counseling, or even — if one was very very good at this — as an extremely highly paid professional courtesan. Diana was a little bit of different story for she only wanted to write about the experience for a book. But, in the end, because she was receiving the same training: the effect would be the same.

Diana, for almost the first time, wondered at her decision to undergo this training. It had seemed like such a good idea when her editor had proposed that she do this. Even the courses were interesting. She had actually enjoyed learning nearly everything there was to know about sex and stimulation. As she thought about it now, she was glad for the training. But, why couldn't she have just left then? Why was it necessary to undergo this ordeal? She knew the answer: honesty and integrity in reporting. But these seemed ridiculously precious ideals with her wrists encased in cold steel, blindfolded, and nude.

Angela moved behind her and placing one hand on each hip, directed her forward. "Relax, this will be the experience of a lifetime: I know this. By the way, you simply look marvelous. I cannot believe what a beautiful body you have. Just about perfect."

"Thank you, Angela." Diana said with a hanging question in her voice as she moved forward into the unknown.

When she felt the pressure from Angela's hands, she stopped. Angela moved in front of her and opened the door to the shower area. Reaching out she took her hand and pulled her forward. 

When they had moved a few steps into the room, Angela stopped her. "Move your feet forward, please"

As Diana did so, they encountered some resistence. "What is that?" She asked.

"Since the process of cleansing and removing excess body hair is so exacting, it will be necessary to restrain you completely. It would not do to have the razor slip. These will simply hold your feet and ankles in position." 

Bending down, Angela pushed first one foot forward and then the other. When they were in position, she retrieved the other portion of the stocks and moved it into place. Diana's legs were spread apart — but not severely. It was not uncomfortable, but it was very confining. She tried wiggling her feet and there was very very little movement possible. "Please reach your hands over your head as high as they will go."

As Diana did so, first one and then the other was secured using the rings that Angela had placed earlier. "Now, we only have to remove the slack and we are ready. Tell me if this hurts."

As her hands were raised toward the ceiling, Diana could feel the tension from her arms to her ankles. "That is tight."

The pressure stopped momentarily as Angela examined her bondage. "No, I think we need it just a little tighter. But, not very much." 

Diana felt the last bit of her freedom to move taken from her. When Angela moved close to her she whispered, "Seriously, the best thing to do is simply comply with what they want." Taking her hand she caressed a breast. She moved closer and pressed against her. Diana felt her breath on her lips as she her tenderly. She held the kiss as her hand moved slowly over her breast teasing the nipple with her thumb and first finger. 

It was the first time that Diana had ever been kissed by a woman in sexual way. Alarms were going off in her head but she calmed them down: after all, what could she do to resist. She was stretched tightly from her ankles to her wrists. Movement was simply not possible and because she could not move: she was at Angela's mercy. She responded to the kiss briefly and Angela answered by increasing the pressure by entwining her fingers in her hair and pulling her closely. With a final push she backed off and said, "That was for luck. See you in a couple of weeks. Try to enjoy the experience. Who knows, maybe I will see you soon." Then she was gone leaving Diana alone.

How long she stood in the shower area before someone came was always a mystery to her. She didn't think it was very long: but with each second magnified, it was hard to tell. When she heard the water being turned on, she tensed her body. The sound was not near her. Blindfolded and bound her sense were magnified and she knew the water was some distance from her. She heard the splashing of the water coming nearer. 

When she felt the first burst of the hot water on her stomach, she nearly passed out. The person must be using a hand-held shower attachment, she thought. She felt the water move up her body to her neck. Then the water was allowed to rush over her body. 

For some reason it suddenly seemed important to know who was doing this. She asked, "Who is there?"

There was no answer but the water was turned off. "Open your mouth." Diana had little choice. She was relieved that it was a man's voice, she did not want to experience any more encounters with a woman in this position A rubber bladder was inserted and when she felt the air being pumped in cutting off any possibility of speech, she knew she had committed a transgression. When her jaws began to ache, she moaned. The person inflating the bladder backed off. The pressure remained, but it did not get any worse.

She felt the soft brush as it started at her bound wrists and moved down her body softly scrubbing every inch. No human touch was ever evident: only the soft bristles working the soap into her body. The person controlling the brush did not even hesitate at either her breasts or her sex, instead, she was simply cleaned: quickly and without any deviation from the task. 

After she was rinsed thoroughly, she was allowed a brief rest. Then she heard the burst of the shaving cream as the person pressed the aerosol can. She felt them take the lather and starting with her tightly-encased wrists, moved their way down her body to her ankles. Special care was given to her sex. Diana tried to envision what was happening. She was stretched taunt and covered with shaving cream. The vision did not please her so she tried to drive it out of her mind.

When she felt the icy coolness of the razor on her arms, she nearly swooned. But, the person wielding the razor was obviously an expert and her arms were soon done. The person then moved behind her and, after spreading out the shaving cream with their fingers, shaved the hair on the back of her neck. Moving in front again she felt the razor on her armpits. "Don't move. This is extremely sharp and I don't want to cut you . . ."

Diana tried her best to stay still but this resolve was tested severely when she felt the razor on her areola. She knew that she always had a couple hairs that few on her breasts but she had simply cut these off. The person using razor cut these off quickly and moved down. But the feel of the cold steel on her most sensitive areas burned itself into her memory. She felt her nipples harden in spite of her wishing they would not. 

In a remarkably short time he had removed every pubic hair from her pubic shelf. She felt the cool air caress her nakedness as he moved down. When she felt him finish shaving at her ankle she was relieved. The water was turned on and she was rinsed. "Okay, dry her." The man commanded.

Diana was surprised when she felt towels on both her front and her back. The two pairs of hands quickly dried her off and she was left again. "There are only two more things to be done. The first is to have you oiled. I will do that in a moment. Then the last two bonds will be placed. A belt — made in the same manner as the wrist cuffs — and loop adornments for your breasts. 

Without waiting for an answer, she felt his hands on her body as the scented body oil was rubbed into her skin. Still, he did not touch her in what she considered to be a sexual manner. He simply rubbed the oil deeply into her skin. When she felt the loops on her nipples being pulled tight, she knew this portion of her ordeal was nearly over with. "These are not clamps, per se. But they can be tightened if necessary." To make the point she felt the loop on her right nipple tighten until she tried to moan through the gag. "Actually, someday you might actually long for that little pain." He said ominously.

Taking the belt he encircled her waist and snapped it into position. It rested just below her navel and above her hips. First one hand and then the other was secured to the belt. The board was removed from the stocks holding her feet. A leash was attached to the chain between her breasts and threaded through the ring in the collar. Without further discussion, she was pulled forward. One of the loops on her breasts fell off. The pressure stopped and she felt it circling her nipple once more. This time it was pulled tight: even more tightly than the other. Satisfied, the pressure returned and she was led out of the room.

A Practicum in Sensual Awareness Ch. 02



"Please sit."

Diana, still blindfolded, backed up until she felt contact with something soft. Her hands, still bound to her side, longed to explore what it was that she was to sit upon, but could not. But the material seem soft on the back of her knees, so she simply sat. The cushion of the chair felt soft and warm. Having been standing for the better part of an hour, Diana thought that it felt good to sit. She tried to relax. But, bound, blindfolded, and having just been probed and caressed with the oil — this was simply not possible. She tried, in vain, to calm her fears.

"Diana, the first portion of your experience will begin now. I will explain what is going to happen in only the most general terms. I want very little response from you, therefore I will leave the gag in place. Sometime, in the future, if you start to show the necessary restraint, it will be removed. If you understand, nod."

Diana, with little choice, nodded her head slowly up and down. "Good. I would imagine at this point that you are full of questions. That is good. The answers will be provided during the remainder of your time here. For my purposes it is required that you have more questions than answers. But, I will give you this bit of information. By the time you leave my care, your sexuality will be increased by a factor of ten. It is not unusual for people who have completed this training to be able to orgasm on command... without physical stimulation.

"Sexuality, all sexuality, is based in the mind, not the body. Here, we are going to allow your mind to be coordinated with your body. Prior to this time, I would imagine, that you were seldom orgasmic. That is fine and to be expected. But, having said that, it is also not something that we find acceptable. Instead, we want you to live your life on the cusp of sexual experience. When we are through, you will not only have a better idea of what constitutes sexuality, you will live this everyday in every way.

"The first days are going to be easy — but not that easy. What I intend to do is isolate your senses so that you can concentrate on the physical sensations that we call erogenous zones. We will begin with the most obvious. But before we do that, we must make sure your isolation is as complete as we can make it. The first step is to limit your senses. I will begin with your hearing. 

"These are ear plugs. They are used in industries where it is necessary to protect a worker's hearing. In this case, they will simply force you to not listen to what is happening. I want all of your physical sensations isolated so that the intensity that we seek can be taught."

Taking one of the small foam rubber cylinders, the trainer rolled it between his finger and thumb until was elongated and quite thin. Walking to the Diana's side, he inserted it deeply into her ear canal. Holding his finger on the end of the little cylinder, he waited for the foam to expand and fill her ear canal. Satisfied with the first ear, he repeated the procedure on the other ear.

"Close your eyes tightly. If I catch you peeking, you will find the meaning of the post on the first day. Trust me, you will see my face so often in the future that you will tire of me. Right now I prefer to have your imagination run wild."

The trainer intoned these words with such gravity that Diana had no intention of trying to see. As the blindfold was loosed, Diana felt an odd sense of relief. The constriction caused by the rubber had given her a small throbbing headache. With the object removed, this disappeared almost immediately.

The freedom she was enjoying from not having the constricting blindfold was short-lived. Almost immediately, she felt her hair being unpinned and her pony tail stretched behind her. Diana could tell that her hair was being threaded through something. What it was became evident almost immediately as a leather hood was gently forced over her head. She felt his strong hands pull it down until her nose was surrounded by the supple leather. Then her chin was placed into position. She felt pressure as the laces were tightened. It began at the crown of her head and continued down until it reached her collared neck. If she thought the rubber blindfold was constricting, she now knew this for a lie for the pressure from the hood was constant and uniform. She tried to sigh, but all she did was expel some air out of her nostrils.

She felt a small motion behind her as a key was inserted and the collar was released. The isolation she was experiencing was disconcerting. She could not hear very well and she could not see at all. Her mouth was filled with the rubber bladder and if it weren't for the holes in the hood for her nostrils she felt as though she would suffocate.

Almost as soon as the collar was released, she felt it replaced with a larger more constrictive one. Her chin was forced into some sort of receptacle that was molded into the collar and she had to stretch her neck as far as she could to allow the collar to nestle into place between her shoulders and her head. This too was tightened severely. Now, even if she could see, she would only be allowed to see straight forward. But, as she could not: it mattered little. The restriction caused by the collar would not permit her to move her head either up or down or from side to side. 

Her wrists were still attached securely to the belt at her sides. As she continued sitting and trying to get used to the isolation caused by the hood and collar, a metal pole was placed in the crook of her elbows behind removing whatever little freedom her arms had experienced before. She shivered as the cold metal touched her oiled, warm skin. Now, she could not even wiggle them much. 

She felt a hand on the chain between her breasts. It lifted up and she followed. After a short distance, she felt the pressure ease. She stood there awaiting command. It was merely a second later when she felt a sharp prick on her thigh. She spread them to avoid the pain. Obviously, she did not spread them far enough as the prick was felt on the tender flesh on the inside of her other thigh.

This time she did and when she felt the trainer's two hands on her shoulders, she started to kneel. Her knees, encountered something sharp and she moved them to avoid this obstacle. This was obviously the right choice as they slipped into a mold of some sort. But, this apparently was not good enough for the pressure increased on her shoulders.

She felt the phallus as it encountered her vagina. Panic was setting in but the pressure increased. She eased herself onto the phallus until her buttocks rested on some sort of saddle. Before she could even rearrange her body for comfort, she felt herself hooked to the apparatus in both the front and the back. 

She felt each belt as it was tightened across her legs. There were three of them. One at the ankles, one at the thighs, and the last one as her knees. After she was attached, she tried moving them. She could not.

The bar behind her back that was pinioning her elbows was attached to something pulling her to a completely upright position. It felt uncomfortable but not painful. She tried to imagine what she must look like: hooded and collared, straddling some sort of saddle with a phallus extending into her vagina, her legs severely attached to the same apparatus, and now her arms being pulled behind her. She thought there could not possibly be any more restrictions on her movement when she felt the chain between her nipples being pulled taut and attached to something pulling her forward..

She had been to enough of the Institutes' lectures to understand what was happening. In her notes this was referred to as equilibrium. No movement without a corresponding releasing or increasing of pressure. Now, with her arms stretched behind her and her breasts stretched in front, she understood this much better than she had before.

The motion of the phallus began softly enough. Just a slight movement. It seemed to be moving in two directions. Both back and forth and up and down. She tried to relax but the speed began to increase. She felt the movements in waves and she tried to adjust her hips, she could not. She tried to concentrate but she could not. The phallus was doing an admirable job of stimulation and she felt the first orgasm rising. Even as this was happening, the mechanical phallus increased its tempo once more. The vibrations coming from the machine caressed her thighs and the phallus stimulated her in a way she had never even imagined.

Sweat burst from her body. She felt the salty liquid pooling by her eyes. It itched and she longed to wipe it away. She could not. Instead of giving relief, the first orgasm was replaced by another following quickly. She tried moving her hips. She could not. 

***

"How many is that?"

"I think I counted three so far, Angela."

"How many are you going to allow her?"

"I was thinking of ten. What do you think?"

"Why not a dozen? She really needs it you know."

"You are cruel, lady."

"I know, that's what you like about me, isn't it?"

"Sometimes. You want to cool her off a little?"

"I suppose. Where is the spray bottle?"

"On the bench. But, not too much. I want her hot."

***

When Angela moved close and sprayed the cool water on her breasts, Diana nearly fainted again. But, the spray continued and every place it encountered was delightfully cooled. Diana would have enjoyed the sensation, but she was beginning the orgasmic cycle again. She had come so many times she simply had lost count. Not only the amount of orgasms was intimidating, it seemed that every one was stronger by a factor of two than the one before. She was writhing as she had never done before. Her mind had entered a place that she had only read about. 

The spray returned to her breasts again and she felt something warm collecting the liquid. Even in her enraptured state, she understood this was someone's lips and tongue. With soft kisses and deep licks until her entire breast shone with in the light from the fixture on the ceiling.

She cringed as another orgasm overtook her resistence.

She lost all track of time and the only thing she became aware of us was the incessant stimulation of her sex. All other considerations were lost and she began the now-familiar cycle once more...



A Practicum in Sensual Awareness Ch. 03



"I think I am going to switch her off. You think she is ready, Angela?"

"I guess so. She seems like it. I haven't even heard very much moaning lately. I would imagine she has regressed into her mind. But, that was your intention, wasn't it, John?"

"Of course."

The humming coming from the machine started to die. It had been so pervasive that it had moved from being an active sound to a passive one. A sound that simply was a part of the room. But, as the cycles of the motor slowed, the sound diminished in volume until finally it was no more than a whisper spent in a nearly-empty room.

"Should we leave her for a while, John?"

"I think it's best. Don't you?"

"Yes. When I did my time, I think that time was nearly the most amazing of the entire experience. It was so wonderful to have your mind completely consumed with sexuality. Nothing else stood a chance of being considered. That is, once you are over the shock of the actions of the machine being taken."

"I understand. If there is one thing I envy females it is this ability to continually strive for even more intensity. With men, it is never that easy. I guess our record is three orgasms. She experienced four times that. I am jealous."

"What do you have in mind for tonight?"

"I thought we would allow her a bath and a massage. Then a little dinner. Then the easy wrap. You want to help later?"

"Sure. I can even help her in the bath."

"You aren't turning gay on me are you?"

"No. I still like my men. But, I also have some feelings for Diana. She is so innocent. I don't know. I guess I do think of her as a sexual object. Something that we have to find the blueprints to so that we can manipulate it to higher and higher physical involvement. At least that it the company line. The truth is that she is my friend. I care for her. I want to please her. And, I guess, I want to please myself." She said with a blush.

"Sure, lady I understand." John said with an obvious wink. "You want to get the Jacuzzi ready?"

"Sure. You going to release her?"

"I will start. I am not so sure she will want to leave immediately. Most of them do not."

Angela hurried out of the room and John could hear the water running in the other room. He walked to the saddle vibrator and bent down to release the straps on her legs. As he unfastened each one, he expected that she would try to move her legs. She did not. When he released the bar holding her arms back from the clamps and removed it, he almost expected her arms to stretch. They did not. They remained in nearly the same position that they had been in held in their bondage. Even releasing the decorative chain on her breasts from the clamp in front had no response. Manipulating the loops over her nipples one by one, he released the chain and absentmindedly placed it in the pocket of his robe. They nipples were reddened from the loops and he kissed each tenderly. Then he took each nipple into his mouth and sucked them softly. She moaned.

With some reluctance, he moved behind her and removed the collar. Taking it to the workbench he glanced back to see if there was any reaction, there was not. She remained in the same position that she had been bound in. 

He moved behind her again and carefully began undoing the laces on the hood. When they were loose, he carefully removed it taking care to avoid catching her sweat-drenched hair. At this point, he wanted no distractions to her ecstacy.

Diana remained sitting with her eyes tightly closed. The sweat was still evident on the strands of hair that clung to her face, and now free from the restrictions of the hood, dripped softly down and lay spent on her breasts. Taking several strands of the hair, he brushed them away from her face. He tried to straighten her hair a little. He gingerly removed the hair band holding her pony tale and spread the matted hair out in what he thought was a graceful manner. Satisfied, he retrieved the pump bulb and screwed it into the gag. Making certain that the valve was set for deflation, he removed the air holding it tightly in her mouth. When he was done, he carefully removed it from her mouth. Bending down, he kissed her gently and whispered, "It is time to go, stand."

"I don't think I can," She moaned.

"I am not asking if you think you can, I said stand."

With nearly the greatest reluctance she had ever felt, she pulled herself up on her knees. The phallus buried deep within her was suddenly gone. But, she still felt it deep within her. A paradox that she could not understand. How could something be gone and still be there? She did not know the answer.

"I want you to walk to the other room. Angela has drawn a bath. You are going to be allowed to relax a little in the bath, get something to eat, and then be bedded down for the night. I hope your experience was not too unpleasant."

"No. It was . . . I don't think I have the words right now."

"Come here, I am going to remove the bracelets too. Tonight you will sleep without them."

Taking her small hand in his he led her gently into the room where Angela was waiting. She took her other hand and helped her step into the Jacuzzi. The water was very warm and Diana felt herself relaxing almost immediately. She sat on the submerged bench, leaned her head against the edge of the tub, and closed her eyes. 

In a matter of moments Angela came back with a large glass of wine and handed it to her. She gulped it greedily. Her thirst surprised her. With the glass drained she twisted it in the air to indicate that she would like more. Angela looked at her and smiled, "No, water from now on. We do not want you to be intoxicated: just relaxed."

After thirty minutes in the tub, Angela helped her get out. She wrapped a large, white, terrycloth robe around her and fastened the belt in front. Looking into her friend's eyes caused Diana to blush. "What are we having for dinner?"

"You'll see."

Dinner was accomplished and as they sat next to each other, Diana's thoughts were racing. "What is on for the rest of this evening?"

"Oh, you are to be soft-wrapped and put to bed. Tomorrow will be a very very strenuous day so you had best get some sleep. As a matter of fact, it is time to go."

Taking her by the hand she led her down the passageway past the room with the saddle vibrator to a bedroom. When they arrived at the door, Angela turned and said, "Give me your robe."

"Okay, I guess. What's up?"

"You will see. Come inside."

Diana followed behind her and when they were in the room, Angela motioned for her to get on the low table that was placed next to the bed. "Okay, stand just as still as you can. This should not take very long, if you cooperate. Now, place your hands on your thighs."

Diana complied.

Angela took a length of white gauze and circled her body capturing her arms by the wrists. She repeated this wrapping again and again until Diana was completely immobilized by the thin material. But, Angela kept moving up her body. She crisscrossed the gauze between her breasts making certain to capture her upper arms. She continued winding the gauze around her until she had covered her neck and even her head. Once more Diana could not move her upper body. The gauze, though not as effective as the thin rubber, still obscured her vision until she could see only shadows. Only her lips and nostrils were free from the confining material.

Moving down her body armed with a fresh roll of gauze, Angela began just above where she had left off and continued down until her legs were completely encased in the soft material.

"Now, this is the fun part. I know you can't see anymore but I am going to take elastic bandages — like Ace Bandages — only designed for horses, and encase you the rest of the way. John — that's your trainer's name, by the way, will help.

The two went to work quickly and efficiently. They started with her ankles and tightly wrapped the material round and round. When they finally reached her breasts, Diana could not move at all. But, the wrapping continued. Finally when the bandages had completely covered her eyes, she felt them circling the top of her head. They were done. John picked her up and carried her to the bed. Angela threw the covers back, and John set her down gently. 

"Angela, I am going to get the fan. You want to make sure she is all right?"

Angela moved close to Diana, and let her fingers trace the wrapping to make certain that it was secure. She dawdled slightly over Diana's breasts and even tweaked each nipple playfully through the material. Stretching out beside her on the bed, she whispered. Diana, I am sorry but I am attracted to you. I don't even understand why." 

Leaning over she kissed Diana deeply on the lips. Diana did not respond at first, but with her body immobilized, and her vision gone: eventually she did. They held the kiss for several moments before John brought the fan back and plugged it in.

Diana, so securely wrapped, could only feel the passage of the air on her lips. John walked to her, and kissed her deeply. Breaking the kiss he said, "Tomorrow will not be nearly this easy. We are going running tomorrow. We will be doing all sorts of interesting things to you. You might even begin to learn what the lash means. . . I would imagine you will be more tired than you ever have been tomorrow night. And, thank us for the pleasant bondage. It could be the entire leather binding, or the rubber, or even itchy ropes. This, at least, will be pleasant enough to permit you to sleep . . . eventually."

They left. Diana lay on the bed alone and bound. Her thoughts went back to this afternoon. She longed to touch herself but could not. She was exhausted, but sleep was not coming easily. She tried to remember what the machine had felt like. She felt herself getting moist and tried to move her legs to stimulate herself — she could not. Her frustration was mounting and she started writhing in her bonds. This had little effect on her situation. Though she could move a little on the bed, that was all just a tiny amount of movement. The two had done an admirable job of restraining her.

Her breasts longed to be fondled, and her sex cried for a caress. None of these things happened. Instead, her frustration continued to build until she reached a point where she felt herself entering the beginnings of an orgasmic cycle. But, that was all it was: just the beginnings, enough to keep her restless, but not nearly enough to give her relief. The night continued moving toward morning and her first encounter with the whip.



A Practicum in Sensual Awareness Ch. 04



After lying in abject sexual frustration for what seemed like hours, Diana felt a light touch next to her sex. She felt someone pulling softly at the bindings that held her so admirably. She said, "Who's there?"

The only response was to have a ball gag shoved deeply into her mouth. She opened her mouth as widely as she could and felt as it was inserted behind her teeth and buckled tightly behind her head. Then the picking at the material resumed. For the life of her she could not understand what was happening. But, even these small touches were enough to increase her arousal. She began moaning softly through the gag.

The motion she felt started at one thigh and then moved across her pubic shelf to the other side. Then down her thighs below her sex and then across again. 

Seemingly finished, the soft picking moved to her breasts and circled each nipple before it stopped. Then she heard the unmistakable sound of scissors as they cut through the material exposing her entire pubic shelf and making her vagina and clitoris somewhat available. The hand wielding the scissors moved to her breasts and neatly cut the material covering her nipples. The breeze from the fan felt cool and gooseflesh formed on her areolas nearly immediately.

But, this feeling of delightful coolness was soon replaced with warm lips sucking her nipples softly — at first. The pressure increased and she began writhing in her bonds straining to find some form of relief. 

When the slender finger moved to her sex and gently parted her lips, she tried to scream — there was no sound. The gag was very effective. The only activity that was possible for her was to lie on the bed and try to enjoy the warm mouth on her nipples and endure the sliding fingers seeking her clitoris.

When she heard the buzzing of the vibrator, she was secretly relieved. And though this feeling of relief was strong it was coupled with a bit of fear. What was going to happen to her? She did not know, but she started thrashing with renewed vigor.

A gentle, but firm hand, was placed on her stomach and pushed her down. She heard a, "Shhhh" and ceased moving. When the wand vibrator was gently placed on her clitoris, Diana nearly swooned. It was such an incredibly intense feeling — after a night's frustration — that she started bucking almost immediately. She felt the moisture between her legs begin to soak the bandages. Still, the vibrator continuing probing and the lips sucked her nipples with more and more vigor. Almost as soon as one orgasm was finished, another was beginning. She could not believe how frustratingly-wonderful it felt. Tears formed and were immediately absorbed the cotton layer under the bandaging material.

"What are you doing, Angela?"

"I was just giving her . . .some relief . . . you know it can be so frustrating."

"You know that is not allowed, don't you?"

"Yes, John, I do. But, she is my friend and I was only trying to help."

"You know what is going to happen now, don't you?"

"I guess. I am to be punished. Right?"

"Right. Now, I want you to return to your room and find your bracelets and collar. Put them on and join us in the morning. I will decide by then what should happen to you.

Bending down, he removed the ball gag and kissed her lips softly. "I am sorry. She should not have done that. But, she will be punished. Now, get some sleep. You will need all of your strength for tomorrow." 

Taking a blanket, John covered up Diana and left the room. The night seemed to go on forever. Diana, secure in her bondage and soaked from her own juices, never did find sleep again. 

It was in her mind to leave this place. She had no wish to get her friend in trouble, and she had plenty of information for her story. But, there was another factor. The two — John and Angela — were opening doorways that she never had dreamed existed. These doors led to a pleasure that she had never even dreamed of. It seemed all of her life she had been frustrated in sex. Now, having experienced the wonders that were possible, she was not that anxious to stop her journey of exploration. Maybe one more day, she thought. What could they do to her in a day, anyway?

When she felt herself being lifted off the bed and placed on the pedestal, she woke. The bandages were removed quickly and efficiently, then discarded. They were soaking wet — especially those near her sex. With a playful slap on the rump she was directed to the shower. The water felt fantastic and by the time she had finished her morning toiletries, she felt much better: stronger and ready to face the day.

On the bed where she had slept last night was placed one of the most outlandish outfits she had ever seen. It appeared to be made completely of soft, flexible rubber. The outfit was in two pieces. There were pants — of a sort — and a bra. The pants featured a large phallus on the inside. The bra had small rubber knobs that would surround her nipples. "That is called a grope suit. We have them made by a particularly demented man in the Netherlands. Put them on and join Angela and me in the exercise room." John instructed. "There is lubricant on the night stand, if you need it. 

An hour ago the phallus would have slipped in easily, but now the lubricant was a welcome addition. As Diana sat on the bed greasing the rubber dildo, she still had a feeling that she should leave. But, as strong as this feeling was, the compulsion to find out a little bit more and experience something a little bit out of the ordinary kept her in place. As she turned the "pants' right-side-out again, she noticed a valve on the bottom of the phallus. She didn't think much about it -- but she would

With a sigh she sprinkled the baby powder on the pants and slipped into them. When the phallus reached her vagina, she eased it in carefully. Pulling the pants up was easier now and she finished in a matter of seconds. The bra was a different story altogether. 

This required her to stretch her arms toward the ceiling and use them to expand the flexible material over her head. This done, she pulled it down carefully. Though the baby powder helped, it was still a struggle to get the odd piece of rubber clothing into place. Once her breasts were thrust into the cups, this too slipped into place. Remembering that John had told her to wear both the wrist cuffs, collar, and belt: she retrieved these from the night stand and clicked them into position. She was ready.

Walking in this contraption was an amazing experience. She could hardly believe that anything could be so stimulating. Each footfall brought a nuance of feeling transmitted by the rubber material. The phallus moved seductively as she moved. The bra caressed her nipples and by the time she reached the next room, they were fully erect.

When she walked into the room she was amazed to see Angela in exactly the same outfit that she now wore. She looked at her and started to speak. Angela stopped her with a look. John, taking her by the hand, said, "Today, because this is a special occasion, we are going to try to perform one of the more difficult exercises we have here. We call it synchronicity. In case you are too nervous to ask, it is simply that you and Angela will become one. Everything you do this day will be done together as if you were a part of each other. Now, go stand by her and we can get started."

Diana stood next to Angela with a thousand questions longing to be asked. She said nothing. Taking a long length of flexible rubber cord, John started at their ankles. He carefully knotted the material and then wound it around her right leg and Angela's left leg. The rubber was stretched tightly and this had the effect of drawing their legs together. Diana could not move her leg without Diana moving hers. It was an amazing feeling. When he reached their upper thighs, he tied off the cord. 

After retrieving a handful of rubber bands, he said, "Okay, I want you to put your opposite hands together back to back." They complied and he began twisting rubber bands and putting one on each joint of their joined fingers, welded their hands together. Taking another length of the flexible rubber cord, he wound their arms together tightly. Now, one arm and one leg were bound together. 

But, he was not finished yet. Moving them as closely togther as possible he took one of the special locking hooks for their belts. He put it into the recessed holes and turned it sharply. Now their hips were joined at the waist as well. Taking another combination hook, their collars were joined. Still not satisfied with their bondage, took their remaining free hand and attached it to their belts. 

"Do you know what this is, students?" John said as he held up a short leather whip with two sections. "Whoever is first will be the last to feel it . . . . "

Diana stammered, "It is a tawse. A flogger with origins in Scotland used for disciplining children."

"Or reluctant women . . . Good, this is how it feels." With a flourish he brought it back and slapped Angela on the buttocks with a great deal of force. She yelped loudly. "Good, that is the reaction I was hoping for. Now, I want you two to start marching in place. If you do not go fast enough, you will feel this tawse again."

They started moving. Each step caused a corresponding reaction in the phalluses thrust deep inside of them. They moved faster still. It took a few minutes to get the sack-race step down, but they were getting better. This did not cause John to hit them any less. 

Diana could feel her buttocks starting to swell and tried to move a little more quickly to prevent the return of the lash. But, to no avail as the blows continued. She felt tears forming in her eyes and dribbling down her face. Still, the flogging continued as did their arousal. 

Momentarily satisfied, John said, "Okay, stop. I have one more thing to do before I let you go full-bore. Reaching over to the workbench he returned with two small hoses. Diana could hear the air escaping them in a soft hiss. Bending down in front of them, he attached first one hose and then the other to the valve on the outside of the rubber pants. Returning to the bench, he flipped the switch on the compressor and moved the valve forward a little. The effect was immediate as the phalluses within them suddenly became alive.

There were two motions. A strong vibration and a piston like pumping. Taking the tawse in hand he said, "Okay, now let's see you really work." 

With that he moved the lever forward another notch and watched as their faces were becoming flushed as they moved toward orgasm. When the sweat was rolling off their bodies, he began the whipping once more. Faster and faster they walked but there was no escaped from either the lash or the pounding phalluses within them. Their fist orgasm caught them almost simultaneously and they stopped oblivious to the whip and everything else. John redoubled his efforts and their legs began to move, in unison, once again. The motion continued . . .



A Practicum in Sensual Awareness Ch. 05



Diana tried her best to think of something: anything, that would take her mind off what was happening — it did not work. As soon as she started trying to rationalize her predicament, the tawse fell on her backside and she tried to quicken her pace. If it wasn't the incessant whipping she was receiving, it was the constant brutal motion of the phallus within her. 

She was sweating profusely now and she only longed to stop and enjoy the sensations. For the life of her she could not remember how many times she had reached orgasm. Every time that she tried to think, something took her mind away.

As their pace continued quickening, her breath was coming in short pants now. She tried to look over at Angela but she too was staring blankly ahead trying to understand the sexuality they were experiencing. Another orgasm overtook them and they, simultaneously, closed their eyes and tried to experience as much pleasure as they could with the blows from behind still coming fast and furiously.

"Halt. I guess that is enough for now. But, I am not quite finished yet."

"What's next?" Diana asked quietly. She had been doing a lot of that lately. Instead of a strong voice full of confidence, her voice now reflected the concentration on her inner being that was hoped for. To the casual observer they might have mistaken this for fear but it was not. It was only the voice of the person who has found an inner existence they had not previously not been aware of. In the literature of the Institute, this was called the "Vice of passion. " If Diana had been able to listen to herself, she would have recognized this from her reading. It was a well- documented phenomenon, but, under the current conditions: she was somewhere deep inside of her mind and unable to hear herself. When he spoke, she did not even look at him. Instead she kept her unseeing eyes focused on the floor in front of her.

"Nothing very strenuous I am afraid. However, we still are working on sensitizing your primary — so it will involve that. Trust me, here, it will be most pleasant after this. I think . . ."

Moving to the ladies, he released the two hooks holding them to each other and then removed their bondage starting at the tops of their arms. He quickly and efficiently unwound the rubber cord all the way to their feet. Every place the cord had bit into their flesh was indented and red. When he finally removed the rubber bands holding their fingers together and released their other arms, they rubbed their flesh vigorously to bring back the circulation. 

"Angela, I am not nearly through with you yet. Come over here."

Angela, her eyes downcast, walked over to where John was standing. " Remove your top and then put your hands together behind you."

She complied and when the hook was inserted into each cuff and then locked to the other, she sighed. Retrieving a heavy leather strap from the workbench John bound her elbows together. Angela had tried to place them as closely together as she could, but, this was obviously not close enough as he pulled with a great deal of force on the small belt until her elbows touched. Diana watched casually still rubbing her flesh to remove the evidence of her recent bondage. She tried to smile, but this was not possible. So, she stood there rubbing her body and staring at the floor.

A second belt was placed on Angela's upper arms and whatever freedom — which was not much — her arms had enjoyed before, was taken from her. A hook appeared in John's hand and he inserted this into one of the slots in the back of the collar and locked the second belt into position. Now, her arms were completely immobilized.

Taking a leather blindfold, he buckled it securely over her eyes and stepped back to admire his work. Taking a leash from his pocket, he attached it to the hook in front and led her to the wall where he secured this to one of the hooks causing her to stand on her tiptoes. 

"Come with me, Diana."

She followed. The grope suit was still working its magic as she walked. By the time they had left the room and entered another, her arousal was beginning again. As she entered the room, she looked around. In appearance it was very similar to the room she had just left — high ceilings, a variety of bondage equipment on the walls, and the requisite floggers gathered together within easy reach. But, there was a difference. In the middle of the room was a leather-padded cross made of heavy beams in the shape of an X. When she saw this, she had a feeling that she knew what was coming.

"Step to the cross, please. Oh, and remove your clothing."

Diana did so — with some difficulty — she had been sweating profusely and the rubber was sticking to her like it had been attached with adhesive. She finally did manage and stood next to the cross expectantly.

"Reach your hands as high as they will go, please."

After she had done so, they were attached by her cuffs to nearly the top of the cross. "Okay, stretch your legs out." She did so and these too were attached. She was bound firmly to the cross but she still had a great deal of freedom to move. Of course, this only lasted long enough for John to use the belts lining the walls to remove any possibility of movement. 

Reaching for her sex, John fingered her softly and kissed her deeply. She tried to respond, but her position made it difficult. Breaking the kiss, he moved behind her and casually tied her hair into a ponytail again. She figured what was coming next and she was not disappointed as the leather hood covered her head completely. As he pulled the laces tight, she tried to think of something else: but was unable. Her body, exposed for the world, would not let her. She felt the moisture dripping down her inner thigh and sighed. The laces were tightened and she was left alone with her thoughts for the moment. Her solitude did not last long as she felt his fingers gently caressing and pulling at her labia.

"These clamps are not designed to hurt -- though we have some that do. These are merely to hold your labia out of the way for the next exercise." With that, he attached one onto each labia and pulled them gently away from her body. She felt him tape them to her inner thighs. They did not hurt — but they did feel uncomfortable. It was an exposure like she had never known. While she had been naked before, she had never been this exposed.

John moved to the corner and retrieved the two hoists and guided them into position. Taking the hooks he attached to the both the top and bottom of the cross. Fingering the controls, he lifted her into the air a little. Taking the control for the other hoist he caused the bottom of the cross to rise. By lowering the top and raising the bottom, she was maneuvered into a position where her sex was completely exposed at about the position necessary for a kneeling person to perform cunnilingus on her. Before leaving the room, John retrieved a large, flat board that was padded in the middle but with hooks lining the outside. He placed this between her legs and left.

****

"You know what these are, don't you, Angela?"

"Yes."

"Good, now let me see which breast gets the first one. . . . I guess I can't decide. It will have to be both." Moving forward he took the Japanese clover clamps and attached them to her nipples at exactly the same moment. She winced in pain.

Releasing the leash from the hook, he pulled her into the center of the room. "Kneel." She did so and he took a leather blindfold and moved it into position and tightened it securely. "You know you should not have attacked her when she was sleeping, don't you?"

"Yes, but I . . . I . . . Just wanted to give her some relief."

"I know, but you have to pay." He moved to the front and pulled her to her feet by taking the on the clamp's shiny silver chain and pulling it sharply. She screamed and his hand struck her thigh almost immediately. The blow on her flesh was hard enough to leave his hand print and he said, "None of that. You know what we want here. Simply your abdication of will — if you cannot do it, we have methods of bringing you back to your senses."

"I know. Sorry."

Diana heard the soft tinkling of a chain. At first it was some distance away but it was getting closer. Though she could not see, she could hear very well. She listened as John said, "Okay, Angela, down on your knees."

Angela bent down carefully. It was difficult to achieve a kneeling position without using her arms. John helped somewhat by steadying her by taking the belt on her elbows. When she was down she felt herself being led forward by the leash. Her nose was the first to experience Diana's sex. She breathed the aroma in deeply as the leash was brought between Diana's legs and attached to the cross behind her. She was now bound completely with little choice but to do what she was asked.

But, this was not good enough for John as he retrieved several belts and bound first her ankles, and then her knees. He finished the bondage by attaching small chains to the belt on her knees to the board. Now, Angela simply could not move.

"Begin. And you had better give her many many orgasms, or it will go roughly for you."

Angela did not say a word but reached her tongue out until she felt the edge of Diana's labia. She moved her tongue over the smoothness seeking her clitoris. Diana, moaned as Angela quickened her pace. 

John moved behind her and taking Angela's hair in his hands, thrust her face forward until she could hardly breathe. Bending over, he took first one of Diana's nipples into his mouth — and then the other. He could tell she was nearing orgasm but the two continued their work . . . .



A Practicum in Sensual Awareness Ch. 06



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.

When John moved a simple wooden chair with arms into position alongside her, she still not think much about it. Feeling the movement to her left, she allowed her eyes to ponder what was happening. John had released Diana from both the cross and the hood and was directing her to sit on the chair. Taking lengths of rope, he bound her legs securely to the chair's legs. Her arms to the arms of the chair and then retrieved a massive belt to hold her in a sitting position. 

She heard him say, "Diana, I want you to relax a little now. Angela is going to perform fellatio on me. I want you to watch how she does this and my own reaction. We are nearly done with teaching the primary and will moving on the secondary — though just as important — organs of sexual desire and fulfilment soon. I want you to have some first hand experience. If you understand, nod?"

Diana nodded, and John backed away and removed his clothes. She looked at him standing there: tall and straight and moderately hairy. His penis extended away from his body at a garish angle. It was neither big nor small — just average. Her eyes drifted to Angela with her long black hair matted to her head and her trim body bound securely to the floor. Her eyes were still downcast, and she felt as though she understood what she was feeling. John moved closer and said to Diana, "Please watch carefully." Taking his fingers he entwined them in Angela's hair and said, "Let's begin. Touch the tip with your tongue."

Angela did so. She started opening her mouth wider to take his organ into her mouth, but John said, "Not so fast. I want this to last a while. Kiss it softly and probe gently."

She did so. His reaction was startling. An expression of pain crossed his face and he moved a little closer. "Now, swirl it."

Angela, her tongue still fatigued from her previous activities, circled the corona softly while kissing it gently with her full lips. She did this again and again. Seconds turned to minutes, and still she continued. He moaned.

Finally, John moved back leaving her wanting more he rested for a minute. Gathering his composure, he moved forward once again. Taking his member in his hand he lifted it up and moved his body nearer. "Angela, let's see those teeth work gently now." She seemed to know what he wanted as she carefully bit the area where his scrotum met his member. She pulled it softly. He moaned. 

"Take my testicles into your mouth one at a time."

She opened as widely as she could and felt the gentle softness of his sac as she probed his testicle gently with her tongue. Backing off a little, he allowed her to take the other and repeat the activity. He moaned again, more loudly than before.

He lost his ability to direct her activities at that instant. She released his testicle and caressed the shaft with her tongue as if were a large candy cane. Up and down the underside her tongue traveled taking care not to touch the more sensitive corona. She would let her tongue get maddingly close before she abandoned the area to concentrate on the less tender areas. He moaned.

Finally, sensing that he was in her power — in spite of her obvious situation — she drew him into her mouth and her lips and tongue began moving faster. She bobbed her head in time to some inner music as she sucked it greedily. He moaned.

Faster and faster she moved. Even though her confinement made this difficult, her lust for domination was all consuming and she wanted to make him understand that though he was in charge, she was the master. 

Slowing a bit, she waited for his frustration to build before beginning again. This time her activities were even more vigorous but as he was about to ejaculate, she backed off. She could feel his pulse on her tongue as his blood rushed through his body at an incredible rate. He moaned.

Finally, when she had established her superiority, she allowed him relief and he ejaculated wildly...



A Practicum in Sensual Awareness Ch. 07



When John had released Angela and said, "Why don't you two take a break for a while? Take a shower and relax a bit. Hell, I can call Hans and set up a massage. Get some food and try to get ready." Diana could hardly believe it. The bonds holding her to the chair were very confining and she was starting to feel pins and needles in her fingers from their confinement. The idea of a break was very appealing. She even smiled when Angela released the belt and undid the knots holding her arms and legs to the chair. 

When Angela had retrieved the key from the workbench and released the cuffs, collar, and belt: she felt free. It was a good feeling, and she relished it immensely. They had returned to the shower room and taken long showers with the water as hot as they could stand it. There did not seem to be a lot to say. Both of the ladies were locked in their own thoughts. 

One of the characteristics of finding the area that is generally referred to as sexual magic is that once you leave — you always want to come back. It was not so much that it was that pleasant -- though part it was. No, Diana knew now that it was different somehow. Certainly there were pleasing aspects of experiencing such a plethora of sexual satisfaction but it was still different. The pain was one factor that confused her. While she had not been deliberately driven into pain, being so tightly confined has its own peculiar pain and she understood that discomfort coupled with stimulation was what they were after. She had learned that by manipulating both the pain and pleasure, a person was able to climb deeper and deeper into the realm of human sexuality.


She had read of it and heard it described many times: but to actually experience it was very disconcerting. She remembered how dubious she had been when the instructors had told her of the feelings that she was experiencing. When she had heard them describe the loneliness that occurs at the end of the session, she had not believed them. Now, she did.

She understood that leaving the world of heightened sexuality had a cost. But, now with the prospect of several hours of free time, she tried to put these feelings down and anticipate meeting her other physical needs. 

After the shower, they had found clothes had been left out for them. Nothing confining or unpleasant: just tee shirts and sweat pants — no underwear of course, but that was a given. "So, what is it to be? Food or massage?"

"I am starved. Let's go to the cafeteria first. They always have such wonderful food. Besides, I would like a nice glass of wine."

"Sorry, no alcohol. A rule. You knew that though. Think about it, we want nothing to dull the senses. That is what this is all about. But, some nice food and a couple of cups of their excellent coffee will help."

For the next forty-five minutes they ate and relaxed and even giggled a bit — like school girls. "Angela, why the break?" Diana asked.

Angela smiled and looked at the table in front of them. "Because he is embarrassed. I controlled him and he knows it. At this point the differentiation between men and women becomes much more clear. You and I could have gone on: he could not. His gun was empty and he needs time to reload." She burst out laughing at this point. Diana joined her.

The massage had been wonderful and Diana almost managed to forget that it was relatively early in the day and she had one more major session in the day's practicum to get through. When they had returned to their room, bodies oiled and every muscle relaxed, Diana was reminded of this when she saw that along with the now-familiar hood, her cuffs, collar, and belt were on the bed.

"Time to get ready, Diana."

"What's next?"

"Well, I suppose we should start with getting your clothes off. You want some help?" Angela asked mischievously.

"No, I can handle it." Diana giggled. "What activity do you think he will go for?"

"I'm not sure what he has in mind. I would think we are almost done with your primary — but he is the boss. If I were you, I would just relax and try to enjoy it. You want to get the hood on? I can tighten it for you."

Diana retrieved the heavy leather hood and after binding her hair into a ponytail, slipped it over her head. The leather was confining. Diana thought it should smell differently but it did not. It still had the very sexy smell of leather — she breathed deeply inhaling the aroma. She was beginning to associate that smell with sexual excitement. Her nipples hardened slightly as Angela started tightening the laces. 

Taking the collar, Angela fastened it securely first around the bottom of the hood, and then around Diana's neck. After her cuffs had been placed, her hands were locked behind her and the belt attached. Leading her from the room by walking behind her, Diana was brought to another room in the basement area of the Institute.

Angela groaned when she saw it. Sitting in the middle of the room was one of the ultimate sexual torture devices in the vast repertoire of the Institute. Casually referred as the "Sexercycle" by the people who had experienced its function. It was an aerobic stationary bicycle with some specialized modifications. The handlebars of the cycle still moved back and forth to exercise the arms, and the wheel still went around — there were changes. The most prominent of which was the reciprocal vibrator at the front of the seat. Diana sighed as she looked at it.

It was a soft rubber wheel with knobs that was attached by two rods to the sprocket of the exercycle. When the sprocket was turned, these went up and down and caused it to move in the most devilish way. She felt her own juices begin flowing as she looked at it and remembered....

Taking her hand she placed it around Diana's shoulders and whispered, "I am sorry. Just try to relax. It will be over soon. Then you can sleep."

When Diana heard Angela's words she felt their gravity and stiffened. 

"Bring her here," John said. 

Angela was pushed forward until her legs met something hard and metallic. She stopped. "Undo her wrists, please."

She felt Angela take the key and release her hands. John took one hand and Angela the other and placed them on the handlebars of the contraption. They were locked into position by means of the hooks. But, John was not satisfied. "Get the tape, Angela."

Diana felt her hands first being pried open and then being forced to grip the handles as heavy tape was wound around them holding them in position. It felt strange to have one fairly close to her body and the other stretched in front of her. She tried to sit." 

"Not yet. We are not done. Just stand there for a minute, you will be asked to sit soon enough." John said with a slightly evil laugh.

Her hands were now absolutely secured to the handle grips. She could not release them or even move them. "Now, the same thing with her feet.

John lifted her leg through the opening in the cycle and placed it on the pedal. Taking the tape he secured her foot to the pedal. After finishing, he handed the tape to Angela and she repeated the action. 

"Now you can sit." John said..

Feeling both of their hands on her hips, she let them push her back. The saddle of the cycle felt quite conventional until John released the spring-loaded vibrator he had been holding with his other hand. It nestled into position between her legs with the knobs perfectly contacting her clitoris. Diana sighedDiana sighed as chains were attached to her belt and a heavy leather belt was tightened holding her absolutely motionless. 

"Get the chin rest, Angela."

Angela moved it into position and carefully placed Diana's chin into the cup provided. A series of straps held her in head in position. Movement was now impossible.

"Let me get the clamps. What do you think, the clover clamps?"

"It is up to you. I guess those would be fine, John. You want me to attach them?"

"Certainly."

Angela took a clamp and placed it well onto Diana's nipple. She had wanted to do this to save her friend some obvious pain. If the clamps were nearer the tips — they hurt a lot more. Diana's breath caught in her throat and moaned as the wicked clamp was released. Angela repeated the action with the other breast. When she was done the short chains dangled with a small clinking noise.

John went to the workbench and selected two long springs, similar to those that are used to close screen doors. He brought them back to the cycle and attached them to the arms of the with small clamps. He pulled them fiercely to make certain there were secure: they were.

This done he retrieved the chain from each nipple and hooked them securely to the springs. The spring attached to the clamp on the breast nearest her body did little but add a small amount of weight, but the other one caused her breast to be pulled and her nipple extended most hideously. Diana felt tears welling from the pain. "Nearly ready. Let's see how she can do without our influence. Pedal."

When Diana started she could not believe what she was feeling. She started by slowly pushing the pedal down. The effect was nearly immediate. The arms of the cycle started their motion. She felt first one nipple stretched and released and then the other. It was extremely painful and she cried out.

"Don't do that or we will have to gag you. That will make it worse, trust me."

The rubber vibrator moved with each cycle and dug deeply into her sex. Diana had lost her ability to control what was happening to her body and she grimly pushed the pedals.

"Faster."

She tried, she honestly did but the pain/pleasure caused by the machine held her back. "As I figured. Angela, get the crops. I don't want any serious damage but we have to get her going."

Angela walked to the wall and retrieved two riding crops. She returned and handed one to John. He positioned himself behind her and Angela moved to the side of the cycle. "I said faster." 

With these words he brought the crop down on her buttock with a loud snap. Diana rushed to comply. But, this obviously was not good enough as the crop landed again and again with resounding snaps.

"Angela, attend to her thighs."

Angela took her crop and snapped first the outside of one leg and then the inside of the other. The flesh turned angry red almost immediately, but she continued increasing both the pace and strength of her strokes.

Diana moved faster. But, the faster she moved her legs the more intense the cycle became. The sweat was pouring from her body when she felt her first orgasm. 

They saw her climaxing and began to increase the pace of the whipping. Diana moved even faster...



A Practicum in Sensual Awareness Ch. 08



"How long has it been, Angela?"

Angela checked the timer on the handlebars. "Looks like about ten minutes. How long are you going to have her go?"

"I thought twenty. Let's see how she does without us."

They backed away and let Diana continue on the cycle without the encouragement of the whips. Even though the whipping had stopped, Diana hardly noticed. Instead, she was trying her best to focus on keeping her pace up so that the vibrator continued its movement. It was not painful, but it was not without its discomfort. Still, the vibrations delivered were very effective at raising her level of arousal. Orgasms had come at a level she had never experienced before. She had thought that the vibrator from the first day had achieved the maximum level of arousal possible. She now understood this as an illusion. There was something even more intense about the bike -- it was as if her own exertions contributed to a deepening of her senses. As she continued pedaling as fast as she could, she realized that she felt more a sexual being at this moment than she ever had. All of the elements of her predicament were designed to foster this feeling.

Her head was held absolutely motionless. The sweat that had been forming for the last ten minutes was trapped by the hood and she could feel the slick wetness as it dribbled slowly down her face to try to exit the device where the collar held it in position. While some of it had dissipated, most of it remained — moist and sensual. It had pooled in her eyes and she was struggling to keep them closed to prevent the salty liquid from entering. This was not entirely successful. Even confined by the hood she could taste the slick wetness. As the sweat and even — though she was not sure of this — tears moved down her face, she was beginning to understand the lessons she had been taught.

It had always seemed like a ridiculous notion when they had told her in the lectures that a person was capable of much more sensuality that she had ever experienced. When she could force her mind from her predicament, she thought about what the professors had said. The words came back to her, but, in a way that was much more effective than mere words.

Her breasts were being pulled and released so frequently that a rhythm had been established. When she had first begun, it was extremely painful. It still was — she knew this somehow — but at this point, it mattered little. The human body has means of eliminating external sources of pain. On one level there is adrenaline. That had kicked in almost immediately. She had felt her cheeks flush as the chemical worked its way through her body. But, adrenaline is a short- term solution. If she had only been allowed a couple of minutes on the cycle, she never would have found the place where she was now. The words came back again as she tried to place a name to the feelings she had now. They had told her that when the body was consistently driven with pain, the body had another mechanism for eliminating this pain. The concept of the endorphin was well-known to her. But, the feelings of euphoria she was experiencing could not be conveyed by simple words delivered in a dead-pan method in the sterility of the classroom. This was different.

— she was merely a vessel for the overt sexuality she was experiencing. 

When she felt Angela's hand on her shoulder, she was shocked. And though she was startled, she was capable of so little movement that the two did not notice. As the hand shook her should gently, she tried to maintain the feelings she was experiencing. Locked into her own world, she honestly did not want the intrusion. But, it was necessary. "You can start slowing down now." Angela said.

Diana, even if she had been freed from the confinement of the hood, had no words to express her feelings. It was all a contradiction. Yes, it would feel wonderful to stop. Yes, it would be a great imposition to take her mind from the chasm of sensuality it was lodged in. She kept peddling. Angela said, more strongly this time, "Stop, now. There will be time later. Right now I want you to stop."

Diana did so — with great reluctance. She even tried to relax as the tape holding her hands was removed with bandage scissors. When Angela released the clamps on her breasts, the pain returned immediately and she bit her lip. The blood rushing back into her nipples lasted for only a moment, but the pain was exquisite — a funny word for something that felt so deviant . But, it was somehow fitting. The pain was exquisite: both in the intensity and location

It was as if this very pain was allowing her to feel as she had never felt before. Other pains might have been less or more — at this point it mattered little. Instead she concentrated on the wonder of such eroticism.

When her chin was lifted from the cup, she had not even been aware of the fact that John had been busily removing the bonds holding her head tightly. With John on one side and Angela on the other, she was led from the "Sexercycle" into the room that served as her bedroom. The hood was removed and she welcomed the bed as she stretched out and fell asleep almost immediately.

Diana felt Angela's soft lips on her cheek as she whispered, "Time for the next phase, are you ready?"

"What?"

"Come on, dream girl, this is reality. It is time for the next phase in your training. Are you ready?"

"I suppose. . . ."

"Well, ready or not, it is coming anyway. John has directed that you begin this evening. This phase is usually much shorter. Did you know that you have been down here for two days already?"

"No, I did not know that. How long for the next phase?"

"It is usually over within twenty-four hours. But, sometimes it goes a little longer. Of course, sometimes it is shorter as well. It depends on you."

"What is the next phase?" Diana asked, though she knew the answer.

"Oral. But, you know that."

Diana felt her heart catch in her throat. "I suppose . . ."

After she had finished her shower, she examined herself in the mirror as she dried her hair. Actually, being allowed to shower herself was a relief. While she understood the need for the trainer to be with her: she also felt she needed a small amount of time to herself. 

Her hair, long and luxurious, graced her shoulders as she used the comb to pick it up and move the hair dryer back and forth. The marks that had been placed on her body by the bonds, were gone. She knew that her buttocks were still slightly inflamed. She had stood before the mirror and looked back over her shoulder. Her cheeks were marked with striations and slightly swollen. She was aware of this without even examining them. On a level she had hardly understood before, she felt them. 

Her thighs were marked in a similar method - not as profusely as her backside. She placed the comb on the counter and casually dropped her hand down and moved it softly over them and felt their warmth. As she raised her hand for the comb again, she brushed her shaved vagina and felt a flush as her fingers lightly probed.

"None of that. We will take care of it, you know?" Angela said with a laugh. "As a matter of fact, we are pretty good at it, wouldn't you say?"

"Certainly. So, what do I do now?';

"Come with me, I have your stuff ready."

"Put your hands behind you, palm to palm."

Diana did so. Angela picked up the mono-glove from the bed and moved behind her. While Diana had been in the shower, she had unlaced it so that it would be easy to put on. Taking the contraption from the bed, she moved behind her and said, "Just try and relax. You are more than halfway done with this portion of the practicum. And you know as well as I do that this is the hard part."

Taking the glove she slipped it up her arms pulling it higher and higher. Taking the straps that held it to her shoulders, she tightened them slightly. Moving behind Diana, Angela took the first belt and tightened it severely on her wrists. Diana thought that Angela was certainly good — she could not move her wrists at all. 

Beginning just above the belt on her wrists, Angela tightened the laces. As she moved up, Diana lost more and more of her freedom. When she had passed her elbows, she paused briefly and tightened the belt across her elbows. Diana thought of the lectures — in binding someone it is always necessary to concentrate on the joints. If the subject is bound correctly, the joints are bound more tightly than the rest. She thought of this as the strap was buckled and she smiled. 

Angela resumed tightening the laces until she reached her shoulders. She then tied them off and tightened the belts holding the contraption to her shoulders. Moving behind her, she took the final piece of the equipment, the strap attached to the portion of her glove at the end, and moved it between Diana's legs. Taking care to thread it carefully between her nether-lips, she tightened it to belt — tightly. Even the slightest movement was now transmitted immediately to her clitoris.

Moving in front, Angela retrieved several cotton balls and moistened them in the sink. "Close your eyes now." She commanded. Diana complied.

Retrieving a leather blindfold she moved it into position over her eyes and tightened the strap behind her head. Satisfied that it was tight, she moved in front of Diana again. Taking her hands, she lightly caressed Diana's cheek. She traced her lips with her fingertips and moved closer. Diana felt the material of Angela's shirt on her breasts. She shivered.

Moving one hand behind her head to steady her, Angela let her other hand caress the strap placed so strategically between her legs. Tugging on the leather softly, she moved her lips t Diana's barely grazing them. 

She repeated this many times before she drew her close with her left hand and kissed her passionately. Backing off slightly and hugging her tightly she said, "This won't be that bad. Just try and relax." As Angela backed away, she placed her finger and thumb on each nipple and squeezed them...



A Practicum in Sensual Awareness Ch. 09



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.

Something was being attached to her ankles. If she could have seen, she might have known exactly what it was — but she could not. She felt the now-familiar feel of the cuffs as they were snapped into place. But there was something else. A rod of some sort was attached to her left ankle cuff. Angela, after inserting her hand between Diana's legs said, "Spread 'em now, m'dear."

Diana had no choice. She stretched out her legs as far as she could. This very act caused the strap attacking her clitoris to tighten. She moaned as the other cuff was attached. Though she was learning about the intensity of bondage the Institute required, she was not full aware of it. She sighed as something was attached to first one leg and then the other. It seemed to be a metal cuff of some sort — she could feel the coolness on the inside of her thighs and the outside of her knee. Each of these was tightened using a series of straps and she could not bend her knees — even if she had been free to do so. She was locked in nearly absolute bondage. The feelings of abandoning all responsibility for her actions intensified as a hook was placed on the end of the mono-glove.

She felt her arms being drawn toward the ceiling as the strap between her legs tightened. A ratchet noise told her that there would be no slipping of her bondage. She was forced to bend at the waist and when she was about bent forward slightly, the pressure ceased. She assumed that she was done, she was wrong. The leash was attached to the bar between her legs. She could not move.

Angela moved closer and touched her lightly on the cheek, "Let's see how well you learned your lessons in class." Taking a slender finger, she lovingly caressed Diana's lips — tracing the line she had made with the outliner moments earlier. Without saying a word she inserted her finger between Diana's lips.

"Let's see . . . lesson one was sucking, right? Don't answer if you don't want to." She laughed. Diana drew the finger into her mouth and caressed it with her tongue. Withdrawing her tongue she sucked it greedily. The finger slid easily between her lips. 

"Okay, that's enough. Swirl it now."

Diana took her tongue and tried her best to follow the lessons she had been taught. The circling motions were small at first but intensified. She then tried to suck as well as she closed her lips softly — but firmly — on Angela's finger. Without saying a word, Angela withdrew her finger from Diana's mouth and stood back. Her attention was drawn to the back of the room where John had just quietly entered. He nodded to her and she moved closer. "That's was acceptable, now let's see how you do on my breast."


A shudder of fear moved through Diana — she had never suckled a woman's breast. That odd feeling of doing something wrong came back. "I'm sorry. Not quite yet, Angela. Let me add a few things first."

"As you wish." Angela said with obvious anger. 

John retrieved several lengths of thin rope from the dressing table and casually made a loop in each. Taking the loop he moved to where Diana was bound. Taking the loop he circled her breast and holding his finger on the knot, pulled it tight. Tying it off, he repeated the activity with the other breast. Satisfied that they were tight, he moved back to the table and retrieved a pair of alligator type nipple clamps. Walking in front of Diana, he attached first one and the other. Angela heard her moan as her breath was stolen by the pain. Still not satisfied, John retrieved a heavy fishing sinker from his pocket and attached it to the chain between Diana's bound breasts.

"Now, you may begin."

Angela did not say a word but moved closer to Diana. Taking her finger she brushed her lips again and said, "Open, please."

The softness of Angela's breast was something that Diana would remember forever. Suddenly, with her body bound absolutely and her breasts throbbing — it seemed so wonderful to suckle that she drew the nipple into her mouth greedily and pulled on it with her lips. Angela moaned loudly and closed her eyes.

John, knowing that the ladies were doing just fine without him, wanted to get into the act. Moving close behind Diana he allowed his fingers to lightly trace her buttocks. This only served to make Diana try harder. Standing back, he retrieved a slapper from the table and brought it down with a resounding snap on Diana's butt.

Diana tried a little harder as the blows continued. Angela, her own pleasure intensifying, moved closer and took Diana's hair in her hands and thrust her face deeper into her bosom. The blows continued as Diana sucked as hard as she could . . . .



A Practicum in Sensual Awareness Ch. 10



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.

Casually running the tip of the vibrator over her nether lips she studiously avoided the clitoris and continued down the inside of the other thigh. John, nearing climax, reached out and pulled the chain holding the clamps on Diana's breast sharply downward. Diana moaned loudly. 

Angela, taking the opening, slid the vibrator quickly to Diana's anus and probed softly. Diana started bucking wildly – within the limits of the very restrictive bondage. Angela took the slapper and began to rhythmically slap the outside of Diana's thighs and buttocks as she moved the vibrator closer and closer to her clitoris.

Angela watched John's expression and when she felt he was nearing the point where he would climax, she pushed the vibrator onto Diana's clit and vigorously moved it back and forth all the while continuing her strengthening punishment of her thighs.

Simultaneously, John reached orgasm as Angela's actions achieved the same for Diana. Sucking greedily on John's penis, she was nearly disappointed when he removed it from her mouth. As soon as he was gone, Angela stopped her activity as well.

Diana felt abandoned. Moments before she had been a resident of a world of incredible sensuality and now she was merely tied tightly in the dark with a terrible pain in her nipples.

John left the room without a word and Angela moved a stool close to Diana as she hung in her bondage. "This is going to hurt, but it will be better in a minute." 

"I understand." She replied huskily steeling herself for the pain in her breasts when the clamps would be removed. The first time it had happened, she could not believe how much it hurt. But, it although a very intense pain, it was very short-lived. She bit her lower lip.

Angela removed the clamps at the same moment. Diana screamed softly as the blood rushed back into her nipples. Taking a bandage scissors, Diana cut the thin cords around Diana's breasts. Taking both hands she kneaded the breasts softly to help the circulation return. At this point they were slightly discolored from their bondage. Almost immediately the blood rushed in and they returned to their normal color. The marks from the clamps were still clearly visible and after kneeling in front of her, Angela suckled first one and the other with great tenderness.

"Have you ever performed cunnilingus?"

Diana gulped and thought about protesting but thinking better of it – as her position was still extremely vulnerable – merely said, "No."

"It won't be that bad. Trust me. I think it is time for a little tenderness anyway."

Rising to her feet she sat on the high stool and edged her vagina closer to Diana's lips. "Since you have never done this, just do as I ask." Diana nodded. 

"First of all, take your tongue and trace the groove softly." Diana complied. The feeling of doing something disgusting was welling up in her, but she appreciated Angela so much that she put these feelings down and tried her best to please.

"Again." 

Angela directed her to perform this probing and teasing so many times that she lost count. Angela was becoming more and more aroused. Finally the need overtook her and she took her fingers and opened her vagina so that her clitoris was easily available. "Take the clit now." Diana had no choice.

"Nip it softly. Just a little to get he feeling of it. As she did so, she felt the tiny bud swelling as the blood rushed into in. "Swirl it softly."

The effects on Angela were immediate. Her face, so tanned and healthy suddenly paled slightly as Diana's tongue caressed her. Gathering her senses again she said, "Take in your lips."

"John, you know better. Did you think we would not notice what you were doing? You know as well as I do that there is always a monitor on these sessions. The program we follow – as you well know – has been perfected through years of research." 

"But, I only wanted to intensify her feelings."

"So. What you want is not all that important. I will discuss this with the committee this afternoon. Your punishment for breaking the rules will be discussed. We will be in contact. For now, leave the two alone."

John sheepishly left the office of the director. His thoughts were not pleasant. But, being in the Institute was the most important thing in his life. So, whatever they decided, he would comply with. He had no choice.



A Practicum in Sensual Awareness Ch. 11



Eleven

For the life of her Diana could not understand what a wonderful feeling it was when Angela's hips began bucking thrusting her pubis further into her willing mouth. Gratified that her ministrations were having the desired effect, she increased her activities until Angela was screaming with abandon. "Yes, do it. Oh . . . .my . . . God!"

Grasping both of her hands behind Diana's head she thrust her lips and tongue further into her vagina and closed her eyes as the feeling overwhelmed her. Nothing else mattered at that moment except that feeling. She shuddered again and again as climax after climax was achieved. 

A tear of gratefulness formed in her eye and she casually wiped it away. Backing sheepishly away, she went to the hoist and immediately lowered it until she could release the hook holding Diana's arms. Releasing first the shoulder straps and then the others on her wrists and elbows, she removed the mono-glove as quickly as she could. When she removed the blindfold, Diana bent to the task of helping Angela remove the rest of her bondage. The women did not look at each other but occasionally Angela would casually caress Diana's shoulder.

"So, what's next?"

"I think we are going to take a break for a while. You want me to call for a massage?"

"That would be wonderful. Do you think we could use the whirlpool as well?"

"Actually, let's do that first.

"Suits me. I could use a little relaxation."

"I know. That is part of the experience too. If the only thing we did here was inflict pain, it would be perverted and sick. You know as well as I do that our purpose here is not to punish, but to bring the mind to a higher level of consciousness."

"I know. But, a break sounds wonderful."

"Yes, it does." She replied.

The masseur hardly noticed the whipping marks on Diana's backside and thighs. In his time as a highly-paid employee of the Institute, he had learned to only do his job and not inquire too much about what he saw. He also knew that any mention of their activities would result in his immediate termination and the loss of the many benefits they provided.

The young woman -- no more than 32 years-old -- on the table in front of him was petite and cute. Even though he was used to it, kneading her tired muscles on her thin back gave him a thrill. But, he put down these impulses as well. 

While it was not unusual for his clients to fall asleep while he worked, the fact that this young woman did so almost immediately surprised him. But, as he looked at the angry marks – he was not that surprised - he simply continued his work. 

"Did you have a good nap, Diana?"

"Yes, it was wonderful. How long did I sleep?"

"Three or four hours. I am not sure – I sort of lose track of time around here. But, I have some news."

"What?"

"They have decided to give you a twenty-four hour break from your practicum."

"Why?"

"This morning, John crossed the line. What he did was not allowed. For that he has been disciplined – or at least he will be . . ."She said with a smile.

"What do you mean?"

"The training you receive here is standardized. Each and every activity – though there are some variations – is prescribed to be performed in a certain manner. This morning, John was not supposed to be involved in the activity until I called for him. That and he inserted training that is supposed to be done at a later time, too early. 

"He knew this and chose to ignore it. They have given him to us for this evening and tomorrow morning to . . . do whatever we would like. Sound like fun?"

"I suppose. But, I thought that part came later?"

"It usually does but they have made an exception here. Don't worry about it though – I will pretty much tell you what to do."

"Good."

"You want to go to the boutique and get dressed?"

"Sure."

Angela opened the door to the boutique and turned on the lights. No one was around and it was very still. There were no windows and their footsteps seemed to be swallowed by the thick carpeting. "So, Angela, what do we do?"

"Oh, you have never been here, have you?"

"No. I have heard about it though."

"I don't know what you've heard but it is not a boutique in the usual sense of the word. Everything we will get today has already been made with one person in mind: you."

"What do you mean? They have already made something for me?"

"More than that. Several "somethings" but that is another story. Tonight we only want your dom outfit. Follow me."

Diana followed Angela through a curtained doorway and into a work room. The pungent smell of leather was nearly overwhelming. As she looked around she could see that this was a very very adequate facility for fabricating nearly anything made of leather. Mannequins were stationed at strategic points around the room. Each sported some sort of leather dress. Everything from very mild bustiers to incredibly detailed corsets. Each also sported soft leather gloves and as she walked by, Diana touched the leather.

Just the feel of the material brought a flush to her face. So soft and so strong – another contradiction. As she followed she thought, maybe they should not call it BDSM but simply contradictions.

"What will the outfit be like?"

"The usual. Stiletto heels, heavily boned corset, long leather gloves and chain accessories." she said with a smile.

"Really?"

"That's it. In a few minutes you will not even recognize yourself. Instead of being a demure submissive, you will be a demanding mistress."

"If you say so."

"I do."

At the back of the work area there was a clothes rack. Angela walked to the rack and began searching for Diana's name. When she found it, she turned and presented her with the small package. "Here it is."

"Thanks. I guess. What do we do now?"

"Get dressed, of course."

"Where?"

"Right here. If there is a problem, I have to ring someone. Let's see. You can start by taking off your shirt and pants."

Diana did as she was told. She had been taking orders for so long now that she barely thought about why she should do something. She simply did it. Dressing up in the leather was exciting but somewhat silly. She asked, "Why do we dress this way?"

"It is not so much for us – though we can learn to enjoy the feeling – it is more for him. Men are quite different than women. To us, there is nothing more sexy than nudity. Men are different. For some reason the very aspect of a woman preparing themselves for them excites them. Even if the preparations are for you to punish him – the effect will be the same. You will see when we walk in the room. I would be very surprised if he does not get an immediate erection from seeing us. They usually do."

"But, it just seems so silly."

"Sure and inflicting strategic pain makes sense?"

"Of course it does not. But, it certainly is effective."

"Yes. I am not sure of all of the psychological ramifications of this – but I have learned to accept it. Now, get those clothes off."

Diana, now completely nude stood and let Angela help her put on the corset. Angela took the article and standing behind her, said, "Lift your arms up." 

Sliding the thick leather over her arms, Diana lowered her arms and moved it into position. Diana took the laces and starting from the top, pulled them tight. Diana looked at herself in the mirror as the leather was tightened – she liked what she saw. The cups on the corset lifted her breasts up and the tops clearly showed. Finished, Diana handed her the gloves and watched as she pulled them on. Satisfied, she handed her the nylon stockings and moved a chair into place so that she could sit.

The shoes were next. Shiny patent leather with six inch heels. They fit admirably and when Angela bend to buckle the ankle strap, she was nearly finished. A leather choker was added. Angela looked at her and casually caressed her side. "You look marvelous, m'dear." She said with a smile. "You want to help me?"

"Certainly."

The procedure was accomplished in the same fashion and they giggled when they looked in the mirror. "Let's go. We should not keep him waiting, yet. . . ."

John was standing in the middle of the very room that they had just used for Diana. Angela, after unlocking the door, walked in and said, "Kneel."

John did so. He looked at the ladies. "Who said you could look at us? Put your eyes on the floor and keep them there." Angela said with anger showing in her voice. He complied. Walking to the workbench, Angela retrieved the hood and walked back to where John knelt. "Diana, lock his hands behind his back."

Diana took the offered lock and moved to John. He self-consciously put his hands behind him. Taking the lock she threaded it through the hasps and closed it with a click. Angela watched how she did it and was satisfied. Taking the hood she roughly placed it over his head and began to tighten it immediately. Diana watched as Angela's fingers showed white as she pulled the leather thong tighter and tighter. When she was finished, the hood was molded to John's head with no room for play. Diana looked at it and saw that were no eye holes but no gag was in place. Glancing to the workbench she saw a variety of gags available for their use.

A ball gag, an inflatable gag, and one that looked like it had a penis attached. Angela saw her examining them and commanded, "Bring me the penis gag."

Taking it from Diana's hands, she inserted the ample gag portion in his mouth and buckled it tightly behind the back of his head. Diana looked at him and thought he looked absurd. Bound on his knees with a tight leather hood and gag. She giggled. Finishing the bondage with a lead on his collar she stopped Diana with a look and said. "Bring me that small bench."

Diana moved the heavy bench into the center of the room and waited. "Okay, unlock his cuffs. She complied. "John, scoot over here." John did so.

"Attach his thighs to the legs with the straps." Diana did so.

"Bend over."

John did so and Angela took his arms one at a time and attached them to the rings on the front legs of the bench. Now, John was completely immobilized but Angela was not satisfied. "Get me about three of those belts on the hooks over there, Diana."

They threaded them under the bench and buckled them tightly across John's back. Starting near his buttocks and moving to his shoulders. "Get me about four of the shorter ones."

Diana brought them over and Angela attached his upper arms to the bench. "Put these on his thighs above the other ones and make them tight. I will tell you if they are too tight."

When they were finished, Angela checked each belt for tightness. Satisfied she walked to the bench and retrieved two long leather thongs. Moving behind John's bound body, She made a loop in the first one and carefully placed it around his scrotum. Tightening it, she heard him moan. She smiled. 

Making another loop she circled his penis at the corona and pulled this tight as well. Taking the two longer pieces she said to Diana, "Lower the hoist." Taking the ends of the thongs she attached them to the hook – the very hook that had held Diana's arms – and proceeded to ratchet it toward the ceiling. When she was finished, John's private parts were separated from his body behind them. Angela walked to him and gently caressed them. The effect was nearly immediate and John began moaning and trying to move. 

Taking her hand, Angela slapped his buttock as hard as she could and said, "Be still and quiet or it will get much worse . . ."



A Practicum in Sensual Awareness Ch. 12



Twelve

"Do you know what a Wartenberg Wheel is, Diana?"

"No."

"Neurologists use it to determine the extent of nerve damage. It looks like this." She giggled. "If it is used properly, you can get the most amazing results."

There was a loud moan from under the hood as she removed a strange looking tool from a leather case. It was small – perhaps only five inches long – with a wheel like a pizza cutter, with one main difference. Instead of a blade, it had a series of sharp points. "This is sometimes called a pinwheel, though it has little to do with the wind. Watch this." She said as she walked behind the bound man and took the tool and lightly traced the inside of John's thigh until she reached his penis -- she then let the tool roll softly over the shaft from the base to the corona. The noises from under the hood, and in spite of the gag, were impressive. His body bucked wildly and the bench moved on the floor with a loud scraping noise. Smiling, she repeated the motion on the other thigh and ended with the corona, where she traced the thin rope holding it tightly suspended behind him.

If the wild bucking and gagged-screams were impressive before, this was definitely more intense. The bench bucked on the floor and sweat burst from his bound body.

"This will never do. Tell you what Diana, get that small stool over there and plug him in."

"Plug him in?"

"Insert the penis portion of the gag – that will help to steady him. I'll wait. If you need to, there is lubricant on the counter -- though it will not be nearly as much fun." She grinned.

Diana brought the stool over and taking John's chin in her hand, began forcing the gag deeply in her vagina. She had to take her hands and lock one behind his head and the other under his chin and then push. It was difficult at first, but finally she succeeded. "John, listen. You will please Diana or . . . As a matter of fact I expect to hear her moaning momentarily. I left your head free for this purpose. Begin."

As if to spur him into action, she brought her hand down on his buttock with a loud snap. He began moving his head in and out. Diana, to control him, put her hands in back of his head and interlocked them in the laces of the hood. She slowed him down considerably and began responding to his motion.

Angela took the wheel and began experimenting to determine which stimulation could elicit the most moans and sweat. She bent over and casually licked the entire length of John's penis and then took the wheel and began moving it back and forth at the point where his scrotum was pulled away from his body. She started moving it very slowly and very softly. She guaged the effect and then strengthened her motion.

The bench was still moving slightly and this displeased Angela. She stood and moved to the side of the bound man's body and sat in the small of his back. Now, she thought, he won't move.

Taking the wheel she begin investigating which particular area of his body was the most sensitive. She traced the length of the penis many many times. Each stroke eliciting the most delightful moans as he moved his head in an effort to please Diana. 

"Angela?"

"Yes, dear."

"Do you think it would be all right if I flogged him for a while? It might it easier to let him know when he is pleasing me."

"Certainly. You want me to get you one?"

"Yeah, I am a little involved at this moment."

When Angela stepped off John's back, he felt a momentary freedom and the bench began rocking wildly again. Returning with a tawse, she struck him with great force five times across the buttocks. The flesh turned first white and then a bright red at each point where the small whip had landed. "Stop it!" 

Handing the small whip with two tails to Diana, she said, "Just don't be too nice, okay?"

Resuming her position she began moving the wheel over his stretched scrotum. Behind her she heard the tawse landing with increasing regularity. She smiled and concentrated on using the tool as best she could. 

As she traced each bound testicle she smiled. Every once in a while she placed the tool down on his buttocks and caressed him softly with her fingertips. At one point she even decided to see how close she could get him to orgasm. By bending over she could just trace the corona with her tongue. She did this many times. 

Then taking her first finger and thumb, she began to stroke his penis every more quickly. All the while the blows were raining on his back and Diana was directing her pleasure with her other hand locked in the laces of the hood.

Diana was reaching the point of no return. She felt the orgasm beginning. She increased the whipping and pulled his head and gag deeply within her. She thrust her hips forward and began answering his movement with stronger movements of her own. Her breath was coming in tiny pants now and she moved deeper and deeper into her orgasmic cycle.

Angela, sensing this, began stroking him faster and faster to help Diana achieve her pleasure. Finally, Diana screamed out as she achieved her climax. Angela smiled.

Diana stopped the whipping and slowly released her hand from the laces on the hood and backed away. Angela got off from John's back and handed the wheel to Diana and motioned for her to sit. 

"Sounds good to me."

A loud moan escaped the gag and hood. "Did you hear something, Diana?"

"No. Must have been in the hallway."

"I thought I heard him ask for nipple clips. Did you?"

"Might have been, I am not sure."

"Me either, but what the hell – we have ‘em – might as well use ‘em."

Walking to the counter she picked up a pair of alligator clips connected by a thin silver chain and a very heavy sinker – the kind used by fishermen in heavy seas. The weight said eight ounces. Retreating to the bench, she sat on the floor and stretched her body back until she was laying underneath the bound man's body. Reaching up with her lips and tongue, she began biting his nipple. Pulling it down toward the floor time after time. When the nipple was red and slightly distended, she placed the clip. She then repeated the action with the other nipple. When the second clip had been placed, she took the heavy sinker and hooked it between the chains. Feeling its weight she said to Diana, "Watch this. It's going to hurt like hell." She then dropped the sinker toward the floor. It never made it. The chain stopped it scant inches above the floor as a tremendous moan came from the hood.

Angela scooted out from under the man and moving to the front, she undid the buckle and removed the gag. After placing it on the counter, she retrieved a bottle of water with a squirt attachment and fed it into John's mouth. He drank greedily.

"Why, are we being nice to him?" Diana asked. "I thought we were supposed to punish him?"

"Nice? Me? No, sorry. That is just to get his tongue ready for me. By the way, you are going to have to experiment with the wheel a little. We are not supposed to draw blood and that is pretty easy to do with that thing. Why not start with his buttocks and move toward the anus?"

Angela took John's chin in her slender fingers and traced his lips. She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "You had better make me climax or I will use the post – all of it."

Not waiting for a response, she scooted forward on the stool until his tongue found her vagina. Retrieving the tawse from the floor where Diana had dropped it, she began slapping his sides. Occasionally, if he was not pleasing her as much as he should, she reached over and slapped one of his bound breasts. If the response was not what she wanted, she repeated it time after time after time.

Diana was getting the hang of the wheel. She had drawn not even drawn blood on his buttocks and was gaining confidence. She was learning the gentle touch necessary. In order to help John please Angela, she leaned over and took the tip of his penis in her lips and swirled her tongue repeatedly around the corona. When she felt him coming closer and closer to orgasm, she began stroking his penis and scrotum with the wheel. 

Angela was getting near her third orgasm and still wanted more. She screamed as she came again and then in a more ominous tone of voice said, "More or the post."

John increased his motion with his tongue and Angela ejaculated wildly.

***

Stepping out of the shower, Diana asked, "So what's next?"

"I suppose we will have to get those clamps off. It has been nearly twenty minutes. Leaving them on much longer might damage him. Then, I suppose we will let him see what it is like to be taken in the anus."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Oh, I will tell you. It will be fun. Trust me."

The two women, now completely naked and still moist from the shower, walked back into the room. "You want me to take them off or should you?"

"Go ahead, Diana. Just don't worry too much about the scream." She said with a laugh.

Instead of scooting around like Angela had, she simply bent down and took her fingertips and traced the distended nipple softly. Taking the clips in her finger and thumb, she released it. It clattered to the floor. John screamed. 

"That was pretty good. See if you do better on the next one."

Diana moved to the other side and instead of playing for just a moment, stretched the time deliciously. Time after time she put her fingers on the clip to release it, then changed her mind and went back to caressing him . . . .