Chapter 929 Crazy Banging Nights:>Ep56

• She took some more deep breaths and finally felt the first sign of relief as the all-consuming wooziness started to slip away. Again the strange trickling ran down her back, this time to signal the clearing of the almost strangling feeling of discomfort. She lay like that for another couple of minutes, nervously sensing, and finally even enjoying the feeling of recovery and relaxation, only dimly noticing the distant sound of low conversation between her two mistresses above. There was Angela's typical little laughter again.
• Her mistresses knew nothing of her distress, of course; simply thinking that she took a well- deserved little time-out in order to collect strength for further excesses. All a focal part of their delightful little game of domination and submission; the inimitable game of unspoken sexual acquiescence that had made all of this possible in the first place. It had never been as unmistakable and outspoken as this evening - more like some intangible sensation, or maybe rather expectation, somewhere deep under the jovial surface of their daily regularity. Certainly a clear-cut role of giver and receiver, but otherwise an atmosphere of equality that sometimes almost frustrated Linda a bit in its unmitigated consistency.
• This evening was all different though, and she had gotten almost more than she had bargained for in terms of delightful mental abuse and subtle degradation. Exactly the way she had dreamed about it all her life. Maybe it was her sore knees as well; from not even having a towel to kneel on during her service? Another little detail to gently accentuate their mutual understanding of her role in this peculiar relationship. Like her mistresses had put her to her last test and finally found the answer they had been looking for?