Consensual Consequences
Penny – Falling Again
When Penny arrived, she found that Mistress Catherine’s office was not what she was expecting. Rather than being some seedy den covered in velvet tapestries and full of old, fluffy couches, with incense burning in the corner and hookah pipes strewn across oversized furniture, Penny found that it was a sensible office with a comfortable reception area, a clean and organized reception desk, and soft, but professional lighting.
As Penny entered, she approached the front desk, a little unsure of whether or not she was, in fact, in the right office. When she reached the desk, however, she was greeted with a familiar face: looking up for her computer screen was a woman that Penny had met just a few days before, although it took her a moment to recognize her in such professional clothing. Eve smiled at Penny before welcoming her to the office.
“Hello, Penny. You’re right on time. Please wait a moment while I see if she’s ready for you.”
Penny moved towards the couch in the waiting area, still a little off balance from the situation. Her sex continued to distract her with its omnipresent craving of release. In addition to that, Penny was taken aback by how clean and professional everything was. Then, Eve had declared that she was right on time – but it wasn’t like she had an appointment or anything. How could Eve or Mistress Catherine have known she would come? After all, she had, at one point, resolved not to come – was her change of heart something that Mistress Catherine had anticipated, or would she be completely unaware of Penny’s intentions to march into the office and warn her to stay away from Sandy for good?
On top of all of these questions swirling in her mind, the sight of Eve had reminded her of everything that had transpired the past Friday night. Not only did these memories cause her arousal to intensify still more, but she also suddenly felt very naked and exposed. So far, of all of the women who had witnessed her sexual abandon while hypnotized, the only one that she had seen was Sandy – the woman who shared in her helplessness. But now, sitting just feet away, was Eve, who had watched the whole thing – who had seen Penny naked, writhing on the floor, cumming, having sex with Sandy. As much as all of this made her increasingly aware of the pent up arousal that still coursed through her, it also made her feel intensely embarrassed. And, Penny knew, it would only get worse for soon she would confront another woman who had been there that night: Mistress Catherine – the very woman who had placed her trance in the first place and who had drawn those passionate orgasms out of her.
Suddenly wondering what could have possibly possessed her to think that coming to see Mistress Catherine was a good idea, Penny abruptly stood up to leave when Eve said, “Dr. Chambers will see you now.”
“Dr. Chambers?” Penny flushed as she realized that by standing up to leave at the exact same moment that Eve spoke she had probably looked like an over-eager teenager being asked to the prom.
With a soft laugh Eve responded, “Yes, that’s her professional name – I guess you’ve only ever known her as Mistress Catherine.”
Flushing still further at her mistake, Penny meekly whispered, “Thank you,” as she headed for Mistress Cather… no, Dr. Chambers’ door. At this point, Penny decided, she couldn’t leave without seeming frightened and weak, and what she needed to appear right now, for Sandy’s sake, was confident and commanding.
Doing everything she could to press down the burning heat in her sex, she opened the door with a single, fast motion and marched into Dr. Chambers’ office.
Mistress Catherine – it just didn’t seem right to Penny to think of her by any other name – was sitting at her desk, talking on the phone. She looked up and waved briefly to Penny, then looked back at a document in front of her and resumed her conversation in a voice that Penny couldn’t quite hear.
Not sure what to do now, Penny closed the door behind her. The indignation that she had summoned seemed to fizzle out of her since there was nowhere to direct it – Mistress Catherine wasn’t even looking at her. Her mind regrouping, Penny looked around the room.
The lighting was dim without being so dark that the room would seem creepy or uninviting. A large therapist’s couch was stretched against one wall, and a bookshelf filled the other. On that bookcase were the requisite medical tomes, but there was also a shelf devoted to other items – to watches on chains, pendants, a metronome, a disk with black and white swirls, and an assortment of electronic devices that could pulse lights, spin, or move and back forth rhythmically.
Mistress Catherine was still talking on the phone. As time continued to pass, Penny started to feel uneasy – like a school girl summoned into the principal’s office for misbehaving – waitig to learn her punishment. Trying to shake this feeling, Penny decided to take a seat on the couch.
As Mistress Catherine’s conversation continued to drag on, and as she continued to ignore the woman sitting in her office, Penny began to feel the commanding presence that she had summoned as she marched in here to start to slip still further away. This was starting to look more and more, Penny realized, as though she had showed up at her Mistress’s bidding and then waited submissively until her Mistress was ready for her.
Another wave of arousal ran over Penny as she thought these thoughts, but she also began to find a new resolve: as soon as Mistress Catherine put the phone down, Penny would take control of the situation – she would start speaking before Mistress Catherine could get a word in, and she would warn her to stay away from herself and from Sandy for good. Penny waited, now eager for her chance to tell Mistress Catherine off and to leave this office forever.
“I’m sorry this is taking so long.” Mistress Catherine’s words brought Penny out of her revery, and she looked towards the desk to see the hypnotist looking at her while still holding the phone to her ear.
Nevertheless, Penny was determined not to give in – she simply nodded, refusing to excuse Mistress Catherine’s rudeness of ignoring her. Mistress Catherine spoke again: “Would you like anything to drink?”
“No, thank you.” Penny was proud of how terse her response sounded.
Mistress Catherine spoke quietly into the phone for a few more moments before once again addressing Penny: “This conversation is almost over, and then we can talk.”
She returned to the phone conversation. Once again, though, after a few moments she broke away from it to address Penny: “I’m sure you have a lot of questions, and I want to make sure that we address them. Is that true?”
Penny’s mind was racing. That wasn’t really why she was here, but this also wasn’t really the time to launch into an attack regarding Sandy. So, she simply nodded, “Yes,” and continued to wait.
Mistress Catherine looked up from the phone as she said, “Well, let me assure you that I will do my best to alleviate your anxieties and make you feel better about the situation,” suddenly she hung up the phone as she continued to speak, “and I hope I can make you comfortable while you’re here. So, tell me, how do you feel about what happened the other night?”
Once again, Penny felt completely off-balance. She was supposed to launch into her rant the minute Mistress Catherine hung up the phone, but instead, here she was, silent, trying to think of how to answer the hypnotist’s question. Desperate to regain control, she stammered, with far less authority than she had hoped for: “I feel… well, what I really wanted to talk about was Sandy.”
“Ah, yes, your receptionist. A wonderful subject – as were you.”
Penny blushed at this comment, and felt her sex flaring once again, but still pressed forward.
“I’m worried about what you might make Sandy do.” Damn it, Penny thought. Why didn’t I just lay into her?
“I assure you, Penny, I can’t make Sandy do anything that she doesn’t want to do – people go into trance because they want to, not because I have some magical power over them.”
“That’s obviously not true – you hypnotized me and I didn’t want to go into trance.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes, I told you before the show started that I had no interest in being hypnotized, and I meant it.”
“And yet, just a few minutes into the show, you were deeply entranced and receptive to my suggestions. You might not be ready to face it, Penny, but some part of you wanted to go under that night.”
“That’s absurd!”
“Is it? Then tell me: why are you here today?”
“To protect Sandy!” Penny was finally starting to feel her indignation return, although she still didn’t feel like she had taken control of the conversation.
“I must admit, Penny, that’s quite brave of you. After all, if you didn’t want to be hypnotized, then that means I was able to put you under my spell against your will. You’re willing to risk that happening again for Penny’s sake? Your courage is admirable.”
Penny was once again stopped in her tracks. There was a certain logic to what Mistress Catherine was saying – Penny was sure that Mistress Catherine couldn’t hypnotize her right now, but how was she able to on Friday, then? Unable to answer that question at the moment, she resorted, once again, to her protective nature to try to regain the lead in the exchange.
“Listen, I don’t want to go into all of this – I’m telling you: leave Sandy alone!”
“Yes, I know you feel tremendously responsible for Sandy. But if I pose such a threat, wouldn’t it be foolish to march into my office alone? Couldn’t I, according to what you seem to believe is happening here, simply drop you into trance and then have both you and Sandy do my bidding until the end of my days?”
Penny stood up, suddenly wondering if she should feel a sense of danger. Was Mistress Catherine some kind of mystical svengali capable of entrancing her against her will? If so, what should she do next? Could she make it out before Mistress Catherine struck? As she eyed the door she suddenly felt a wave of foolishness overcome her. These thoughts were silly.
Mistress Catherine also rose from her seat, and as she spoke she walked over to the shelf that held the various devices that she used to place women into trance.
“So, Penny, I think the thing you must ask yourself is this: did you foolishly walk into the den of a hypnotic predator who can plunge you into trance against your will, or did you willfully return to see the woman whom you allowed to hypnotize you three days ago?”
This question seemed to stun the young woman, as she felt completely at a loss for an answer. Surely those weren’t the only two possible explanations, but for a moment Penny couldn’t seem to think of a third. Meanwhile, Mistress Catherine picked up the metronome and returned to her desk. After sitting back down, she spoke to Penny once again.
“Of course, the most pressing question now, Penny, is what you should do at this point.” Mistress Catherine set the metronome in the center of her desk so that it faced Penny. “If you truly believe that I am an all powerful hypnotist, then you must know that you would never reach the door before my influence ensnared you.”
With that, Mistress Catherine casually flicked her finger over the arm of the metronome, causing it to start its motion. Penny glanced down at it as it arced through the air… back and forth… tick… tick… tick…
Even as she stared at it, a sense of danger flooded through her. She needed to look away and flee this place.
“Of course, you don’t believe that, do you? That kind of power only exists in comic books, right?”
Of course Mistress Catherine was right, Penny thought, she couldn’t possibly place Penny in trance against her will like that. There was no reason to feel so afraid of the metronome as it moved back and forth… tick… tick… tick…
“Yes, the only worry that you should really have is that maybe, on some level, you wanted to go into trance – that you might want to go into trance again.”
No, Penny thought. I don’t want to go into trance – that’s why I’m here – to get her to leave me alone. And to leave Sandy alone. Penny knew that she certainly had no desire to let this metronome place her into trance with its motion… back and forth… tick… tick… tick…
“But you don’t want to go into trance, do you? You didn’t on Friday, and you don’t want to now, either. You can resist my trance – my metronome will draw your eyes to it only to fail in its hypnotic temptations.”
Yes, Penny thought, I’ve been looking at this metronome – how long has it been since I’ve looked away? – and not letting it entrance me because I don’t want to be hypnotized. I’m not going into trance, I’m just watching the metronome swing back and forth… tick… tick… tick…
“Unless, of course, the metronome is all part of a powerful induction that I, a master hypnotist, have laid out to ensnare you in my web. In which case, you would have no chance to look away from it, now – your eyes would not be able to look away.”
Penny’s thoughts were beginning to become slightly dizzy as her eyes continued to follow the metronome back and forth… tick… tick… tick… With this sense of disorientation, she felt herself losing balance until she half fell/half sat on the couch that was still just behind her.
“But I couldn’t possibly have planned all of this. Only you, and your own will could have possibly brought you to this point. Only your own mind could compel you to look at the metronome as it swings back… and forth… and back… and forth…”
Tick… tick… tick…
“Only your mind could give in to the power of the hypnotic swing of the metronome – the powerful metronome that pulls your willing eyes into its endless, mesmerizing arc back and forth… and back and forth…”
Tick… tick… tick…
Penny’s mind was lost in confusion. She didn’t want to look at the metronome, but she knew that it compelled her to do so… but it had no power, as she knew – which meant that she was yielding willingly to the steady rhythm… back and forth… tick… tick… tick.
“Yes, Penny, keep staring at the metronome as it traps your gaze. There is no need to think about why it has captured you. Whether you gave yourself willingly or had your will taken from you, it’s all the same. Either way, it has hypnotized you, hasn’t it?”
Finally free of this dizzying dilemma, Penny simply whispered, “Yes, Mistress.”