Consensual Consequences
Catherine — The Night Comes to a Close
Mistress Catherine smiled down upon the two girls – Sandy passed out from the overwhelming stream of orgasms that had outlasted her body, and Sarah lying on top of her in a hypnotic trance. Both women’s bodies twitched occasionally from the massive orgasms that had so recently flooded their senses. It had been a good night, Mistress Catherine thought. But, glancing at the clock on the wall, which read 3:17, she realized that it was time to bring it to a close. Besides, if she made Sandy cum any more the poor girl might not survive the experience.
After instructing Eve to dress and then start packing up their things, she spoke to Sarah: “Sarah, can you hear me.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. I would like for you to roll off of Sandy and lie next to her.”
Sarah’s body slowly slid off of Sandy’s, eventually leaving the girl resting on her side, one arm still draped across the comatose form of the passed out woman beside her.
Mistress Catherine had some final commands for Sandy, but first she had to prepare a few things, and she needed to put Sandy back into trance rather than the exhausted sleep that she was in right now.
First, she went to the bag that Eve had loaded with some of their sex toys. From it, she withdrew a few sheets of paper, a pen, and a large envelope – tools that she had learned to always have near. She scrawled a quick note and placed it in the envelope, then place the envelope on Sandy’s dresser where it would be easy to see.
Her task completed, Mistress Catherine then returned to Sandy. She needed to wake her up and knew just how to do it. First, though, she reached into the pocket of her dress again and withdrew the pendant, which she had never left at Sandy’s in the first place. She held it directly over Sandy’s eyes and, after giving it a moment to stabilize on its chain, with her other hand she reached towards Sandy’s breasts, detaching the clamps that had claimed her nipples for so long. As the blood flowed back into them, Mistress Catherine knew, the pain would be quite intense – intense enough to bring Sandy back to consciousness.
Sure enough, just moments after the clamps had been removed, Sandy’s eyes opened. Her groan of discomfort was cut short, though, as her disoriented mind quickly focused on only one thing: the pendant that hung above her – it’s power, which was really Mistress Catherine’s power – was stronger than the pain in her nipples.
“Yes, look at the pendant,” Mistress Catherine cooed to her ensnared submissive, “lose yourself in the pendant. The pendant that began your hypnotic journey tonight will, for tonight, also bring it to a close. Feel yourself falling into it. Feel yourself going deeper.”
Sandy’s face had taken on the unfocused, glazed look that signaled a deep trance almost instantly.
“Feel your eyes growing heavier as you become very sleepy, sleepier and sleepier. Your eyes are growing so heavy.”
Sandy’s eyelids had begun fluttering almost immediately and now struggled to stay open.
“Now, my little submissive pet, sleep!”
Sandy’s eyes instantly closed.
“Sandy, how do you feel now?”
“Tired, but wonderful, Mistress.”
“Are you still aroused?”
“Yes, slightly, but the arousal… hurts.”
“Yes, you’ve been through a lot tonight.”
“Do you feel anything else?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I feel submissive, Mistress. And happy.”
“Yes, my dear. You have a naturally submissive nature, don’t you?”
There was only the slightest of pauses before Sandy said, “Yes, Mistress.”
“You have enjoyed being so helpless tonight, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You’ve enjoyed being so submissive, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good girl.”
Having reinforced these ideas in Sandy’s mind, Mistress began instructing her new submissive.
“Sandy, from now until the time that you awaken, you will obey all of my commands, but you will have no conscious memory of them. Everything else that happened tonight will remain in your memory, but the events from this point forward will be a blur. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You will find a small bag and a letter on your dresser. You will think nothing of them, but you will take them with you to work on Monday. You will go into work early and place the letter on Penny’s desk where she will be sure to see it. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. When I snap my fingers, you will count from ten to one. When you reach one you will open your eyes, but still remain in trance. Sarah will be with you, and you will find yourself compelled to please her in any way that she asks. This will continue until you hear your alarm clock ringing. At that point, the ropes that are binding your legs and wrists will disappear and you will come completely out of trance. At that point, your memory will resume as well. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good girl. Now, go deeper, and pay no attention to the commands that follow. Just know that you have pleased your Mistress tonight, and that you will see her again.”
Even in her deep trance, Sandy’s face lit up with a smile at these statements.
Mistress Catherine turned her attention to Sarah.
“Sarah, I want you to listen to me very carefully.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“In a moment, I am going to snap my fingers. When I do, you will begin counting from ten to one. When you reach one, you will come out of trance. When you do, you will have access to Sandy’s body – she will be in a deep trance, but responsive to whatever you desire her to do. She will remain in this state until her alarm clock rings at 4:00 a.m. You may do with her as you please, but you must not try to bring her to orgasm – I don’t think her poor little body could take it. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Mistress Catherine could see that Sarah’s arousal was growing already at the thought of what Mistress was giving to her.
“You are free to use her in any other way, but you will be unable to orgasm until you hear the alarm clock. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good girl.”
With that Mistress Catherine turned to Eve: “Did you set the alarm clock?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Eve answered.
“Good, then we are done here.”
With that Mistress Catherine walked towards the door. Just before she stepped into the hallway, she turned and snapped her fingers with a loud, “Snap!” Instantly, both girls’ mouths began to move slightly as their countdown began.
Mistress Catherine, with Eve in tow, made her way to the front door and left the apartment. As soon as they were in the hallway of the complex, Eve burst into tears.
“I’m so sorry, Mistress. I’m so sorry that I failed to count ten lashes when you were cropping me. Please, punish me harshly.” Her head was down, her tear filled eyes cast to the floor.
Mistress Catherine placed her hand under Eve’s chin and raised her slave’s eyes to her own.
“Don’t worry, I will punish you for that, but not tonight. Tonight has been an amazing night. In fact, call Jenny. Tell her to prepare the bedroom, herself included.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Eve managed a smile through her tears. Mistress Catherine began walking towards the stairs as she heard Eve remove her phone from her bag. Moments later, she had Jenny on the line.
“Hi, Jenny, it’s Eve. Mistress wants the bedroom ready when we arrive, and you are to be ready for her as well.”
Mistress Catherine knew that Jenny had confirmed the request, and she heard Eve put the phone away. They descended the stairs and exited the building, walking through the now light rain to the car.
Mistress Catherine started the car and turned on the windshield wipers. Before she pulled away, she instructed Eve.
“Slave, look at the wipers, watch them as they swing back and forth… and back and forth.”
Eve’s eyes had immediately focused on the wipers, and her eyes had already taken that glassy, faraway look that Mistress knew and loved so well.
“With each swing… back and forth… and back and forth… you will go deeper. And as you go deeper… your arousal will grow.”
Eve’s body was responding yet again.
“Good… back and forth… deeper and deeper… more and more aroused…”
Mistress continued to deepen Eve’s trance, and increase her arousal, throughout the drive home. As she did this, she thought back to the amazing evening that she had just had.
Just as she had suspected, Sandy had turned out to be deeply submissive by nature. She had been able to control her at first without even putting her in trance or even commanding her – just making her desires known, Sandy had taken off her shirt and fondled her breast. Even in trance Sandy’s level of submissiveness was astonishing. The fact that she had remained trapped in the hypnotic bondage even when she became aware that it wasn’t real had showed just how willing she was to let someone else control her and dominate her. And throughout the evening she had always yielded to whichever woman she was having sex with – Penny, Eve, and Sarah had all, in their way, taken control of her body, and in all three cases, she had simply submitted to their desires. Yes, Sandy, it turned out, was a rare find, and Mistress Catherine had every intention of turning this deeply submissive girl into her newest slave rather quickly. After all, she had already taken her further in one night than she could take most women in a few weeks.
Penny would take a bit longer, although Mistress Catherine’s plan was already taking shape. Monday would be the next step in that direction, and Mistress Catherine was eagerly awaiting that encounter.
Sarah was a wholly different case. As Mistress Catherine had explained during the show, some people were drawn to hypnosis as a means of escaping their inhibitions. Sarah was clearly in this category. She had been suppressing her feelings for Sandy for so long that the prospect of revealing herself under the “safety” of hypnosis was as erotic as it was compelling for her. At this point, Mistress Catherine knew that Sarah’s greatest use would be as a tool for quickening Sandy’s slavery, but nevertheless, she had long-term plans for Sarah as well. For now, though, the best thing to do was to force Sarah to confront her inhibitions, which wouldn’t be hard since it was Sarah’s own desire to confront them that drew her to hypnosis in the first place.
Mistress Catherine pitied the poor girl as she imagined what must be going on in Sandy’s apartment. The time had reached 3:56, and Mistress Catherine was certain that at this time an incredibly aroused and frustrated Sarah was desperately trying to use Sandy’s mouth to bring her to orgasm, but knowing that, if she didn’t in the next minute or so, she’d have to give up. There was no way, Mistress Catherine knew, that Sarah was ready to completely expose her desires to Sandy when they were both free of any hypnotic compulsions. Even though fleeing meant that Sandy couldn’t give Sarah the release that she craved, Mistress Catherine knew that the poor girl would scramble to dress and slip out the door before Sandy came out of trance.
Eventually, Mistress Catherine would have to make Sarah see that to truly overcome the inhibitions that had plagued her for so long, she would have to give herself to her hypnotist completely. But for now, hypnosis was a means to an end for Sarah, and as long as she was still working through her repressed desires, it would be difficult for Mistress Catherine to get her to see it as anything else. But, Mistress Catherine knew, that alone gave her a power over Sarah that would be fun to exploit.
At last, Mistress Catherine pulled into the driveway of her large home. Turning to Eve, she saw that her slave was completely lost in trance – her mouth hung open, her eyes were mere slits, only open at all because Mistress Catherine had instructed her to keep watching the windshield wipers.
“Remain deeply entranced, but exit the car, slave.” Eve slowly, lethargically, did as she was told.
“Follow me inside.” Eve followed as Mistress Catherine entered the house. The two women, Mistress and slave, walked up a flight of stairs to a large hallway. As they neared the end of the hallway they heard a steady clicking sound coming from behind the door to Mistress’s bedroom. Mistress opened the door, and was greeted with the sight that she had expected.
The room was lit only with candles, which were placed liberally throughout the room. On her dresser was an assortment of toys: gags, floggers, clamps, a riding crop, and various other instruments that Mistress Catherine used on her slaves. On the nightstand were a collar and a set of cuffs for both ankles and wrists. And, in the middle of her enormous four posted bed, a beautiful woman knelt, naked, her hands folded behind her back, her breasts presented to her Mistress. She was already wearing her own collar and cuffs, and had a large ball gag wedged between her teeth.
But it was her eyes that Mistress Catherine liked the best. They were glassy and vacant as they stared straight ahead at the metronome that was resting on the trunk at the foot of the bed. In the light of the candles, the metal arm of the metronome glinted as it ticked back and forth, and back and forth, taking the girl deeper and deeper.
“Good girl, Jenny,” Mistress complimented her slave as she entered the room with Eve, still in trance, close behind her.
It had been a long night, Mistress Catherine thought, but there was still much to do… and enjoy.