A Practicum in Sensual Awareness "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...