Consensual Consequences
Sandy – The Contest
by Clare de Luna
When Sandy awoke she was once again hanging in bonds, but now with her back to a brick wall. Her arms and legs were trapped in the position of an “X” by a set of metal brackets that were attached to the wall. She was still completely naked except for the heels that remained on her feet and the collar that marked her slavery.
The memory of what had transpired flooded her mind, and she could still feel a great deal of sexual energy flowing through her – she had blacked out because her body could temporarily endure no more, but her lust was still not completely sated.
Then, Sandy noticed that standing in front of her was Mistress, gazing down at her possessively, but also with a look of tenderness. Seeing her Mistress’s expression filled Sandy with a sense of fulfillment and belonging that overwhelmed her even more than the arousal and release that she had so recently experienced. As intense as all of the physical sensations had been, the greatest source of pleasure for Sandy was the depth of her submission to her Mistress, and her capacity to continue to feel that pleasure went beyond even the physical limitations of her exhausted body.
As Mistress stared down at her newest slave, Sandy felt her arousal continue to flood her senses, the climax that she had just endured only seemed to stimulate her nerves and make her more aware of just how deep her desire for submission ran.
Even as these thoughts flowed through Sandy’s mind, Mistress stepped aside and allowed her slave to take in the full scene before her – a scene that she would never have even been able to imagine just days earlier. The lights were soft, yet bright enough for everything to be clearly visible. Seats were spread throughout the room. In most of these seats sat the Mistresses who had watched Sandy become a slave and witnessed her first punishment at the hands of her Mistress. Some of these women had pulled up their gowns to allow a naked and collared girl to kneel before her and lick her sex. The room was full of moans in various states of arousal – some just breathy gasps and others loud and orgasmic.
There was a large sofa on one side of the room, and there sat a Mistress with her slave lying across her lap. The Mistress was using a paddle on her slave’s bottom, and the submissive was counting each stroke proudly, even as her bottom grew redder and with each strike.
On the other side of the room was some kind of device that Sandy had never seen before. It looked like an A-frame, and a slave was sitting atop it with the apex of the frame wedged firmly into her sex. The slave was moaning in what seemed to Sandy to be an odd mixture of pain and arousal as all of her weight came down on her sex while her arms, which were tied together behind her and attached by chain to a ceiling hook, could do nothing to save her from her agony. A pair of slaves stood on either side of the girl, licking and fondling her breasts, coaxing louder and louder moans out of her.
Making her way carefully among all of the guests, offering them drinks and, occasionally submitting her body to various types of use, was Eve. She was still wearing her maid’s uniform, and Sandy was struck by just how beautiful Mistress’s devoted slave really was. She wasn’t surprised at how many of the Mistresses in the room stopped her for a moment to fondle her breasts and sex.
Sandy stared at all of this in total disbelief. Was this what would happen to her? Would her sex ever feel the torment of the A-frame? Would Mistress paddle her bottom until it turned a deep shade of crimson? Would she walk amongst a room full of dominants, submitting to their commands and their use of her body? And would she someday be on her knees, licking her Mistress’s sex? Never before had Sandy seen so many sexual acts taking place in one room. Everything that she saw frightened her to her very core, but it also filled that core with a raw sexual hunger that was frightening in its own right, especially as it mingled with the afterglow of what she had already experienced.
After looking at everything before her for several more moments, Sandy noticed that the seats were all still arranged to focus on the stage. They were not, though, pointed in her direction as Sandy was now in bondage at the back of the room. The stage was still brightly lit, but now in its center was a large “X” frame.
Strapped to that frame, now completely naked except for her heels and collar, was Jenny. Sandy stared at the naked slave, seeing her body unclothed for the first time, and felt her arousal grow still more, for Jenny was truly a gorgeous woman.
Still standing beside Penny, Mistress spoke: “Jenny is truly a sight to behold, isn’t she?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Sandy wondered if Mistress could detect the lust in her voice.
“Well, she has a tough act to follow. As you can see, your performance inspired many of the Mistresses in the room to put their slave’s tongues to use.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” As with any compliment from Mistress, these words stroked some part of Sandy deep within her, making her want to submit to Mistress all the more. As these feelings rushed through her, Sandy suddenly felt a whole new sensation that thrilled through her entire body: Mistress reached out and began gently fondling Sandy’s breasts!
Sandy started to moan immediately as her Mistress’s touch brought feelings to the surface of her skin that seemed to almost sear her flesh. She wanted to beg her Mistress to never stop touching – to stroke her until her lust consumed her entire body – but the arousal was too great – she couldn’t form words, only moan her desires.
Just as quickly as they had come, Mistress’s hands left Sandy’s body.
“I see that you enjoyed that.”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”
“Consider that a reward for your performance, and for your choice to become my slave. I would have been pleased to have had you as nothing more than a hypno-slut that I could play with from time to time. But choosing the collar means that I will introduce you to a level of submission much deeper; and to a level of submission that you clearly crave. I will enjoy leading you down this path.”
“Thank you for dominating me, Mistress.”
“You are quite welcome. I think we are going to have many rewarding experiences together.”
Sandy paused for just a moment, and her eyes flicked quickly between the woman getting paddled on the couch and the woman trapped on the A-frame.
“Yes, Mistress. I am ready for whatever you choose to do to me.”
“Oh, my little one, you will soon learn how untrue that statement is. You have no idea what is in store and I can assure you that you are not ready for all of it. But with time and training, you will become ready.”
Without another word, Mistress walked away leaving Sandy to wonder at what she had meant.
She didn’t have long to ponder, though, as Mistress strode confidently to the stage and, unhooking the riding crop from a belt around her waist, slapped the device hard against the X-frame to which Jenny was chained. The loud “crack” sound that emanated throughout the room got everyone’s attention.
“The next show is about to begin, ladies. Please take your seats.”
With that, all of the slaves who were servicing their Mistress stopped and moved to kneel at their sides, facing the stage. The Mistress who had been paddling her slave pushed the crimson-bottomed girl off of her lap, and the submissive quickly adopted a kneeling posture on the floor.
Eve, meanwhile, rushed to the A-frame and, with the help of the two slaves who had been licking the breasts of the suffering girl on the device, freed the slave from her agony. Soon, three naked slave girls all kneeled in front of the device that had been so torturous to one of them just moments before. Eve, meanwhile, moved to the side of the stage, ready to assist her Mistress.
Now with everyone’s attention, Mistress continued.
“I would like to thank you all once again for coming. As you all know, this night has been a special event in one particular girl’s journey to find herself, and I am honored that you are all here to share in her experience. Now, though, we must turn our attention to Jenny, here. As you all know, she spilled a glass of wine during dinner service. Now she will be reminded of why it is important for her to be more careful when she is serving her Mistress’s guests.”
As Mistress spoke, Sandy looked again at Jenny – the beautiful girl who was about to receive Mistress’s discipline in a very public manner. Sandy was surprised at just how stoic Jenny was, given what was about to happen to her in front of such a large audience: Jenny stood, practically unmoving, her eyes staring ahead.
That was when understanding dawned on Sandy’s mind – Jenny was hypnotized! Sandy knew the vacant, glassy stare and the calm, serene air surrounding Mistress’s slave could only mean that her mind was currently locked in the deepest shackles of trance.
Sandy’s reverie was broken by Mistress’s continued monologue.
“While we give her this reminder, please feel free to inspect the new slave. She is chained to the wall for everyone’s convenience. Her breasts and sex are yours to explore, but she is not to be brought to orgasm. Now, are you all ready to begin slave Jenny’s punishment?”
A loud round of applause was all the answer that Mistress needed.
Sandy couldn’t believe it! All of these women could touch her; could fondle her breasts and stroke her sex if they wanted to!
She continued to stare at her Mistress, wondering if she had misunderstood what the dominant woman had just said; desperately thinking that perhaps she would change her mind. Instead, Mistress turned her attention to the hypnotized woman chained to the frame.
“Can you hear me, slave?”
“Yes, Mistress.” There was no mistaking it – Jenny’s voice betrayed the depth of her trance even more than her glassy eyes did.
“Good. Now, you know why you are being punished, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Tell me. Tell everyone here how you have disappointed me.”
In the bright lights of the stage, Sandy could see a single tear glistening as it slid down Jenny’s face.
“I spilled a glass of wine, Mistress.”
“And what do you think we should do about that?”
“Please punish me, Mistress.”
“Very well. When your punishment begins, you will come out of trance. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you for punishing me.”
With that, Mistress drew back her hand and then flicked it forward, bringing the crop down hard on Jenny’s engorged nipple. The slave girl let out a short shriek as she seemed to snap out of trance. Another blow followed the first, and the now fully awake girl twitched slightly, but now, instead of shrieking, panted, “Thank you, Mistress.”
Another blow struck her, this time on her stomach. Jenny flinched only slightly, before intoning “Thank you, Mistress,” once again.
Another blow followed, but Sandy’s attention was suddenly drawn to her own body as a strong, powerful looking woman had quietly moved beside her and suddenly began tweaking one of her nipples. Lacking Jenny’s control, Sandy immediately moaned, but still managed to hold her body relatively still, enjoying the pain and pleasure that washed over her.
The dominant whispered in her ear: “Mistress Catherine is truly lucky. I would love to use you sometime, if she ever allows it.”
“Thank you, Mis…” Sandy suddenly felt a wave of panic overtake her – she didn’t know how to address these other women. Should she call them Mistress?
“Oh, silly girl,” the dominant woman said, “you should refer to the rest of us as Ma’am.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Thank…” Sandy didn’t get to finish her statement because the woman had placed her hand over Sandy’s mouth and then pushed her head to the side. Sandy then felt the woman’s tongue licking up her neck slowly before reaching her ear.
Sandy then heard another whisper, “Shush, slave. I don’t want to hear you. I just want to play with you while I can.”
The woman was now in front of Sandy, pressing her own body against Sandy’s. Sandy could feel her nipples rubbing against the dominant’s gown – the silky fabric sending jolts of pleasure into her own rock-hard nipples. While one hand continued to hold Sandy’s head to the side, the other began to softly caress her sex – bringing Sandy to even greater sexual heights, but never touching her long or hard enough to approach climax. Sandy simply moaned as she surrendered to the sensation.
A new voice suddenly entered Sandy’s mind: “Sally, quit hogging the new slave. You’re not the only one that wants to play with this gorgeous new toy.”
Sandy felt the woman pull reluctantly away from her as two new sets of hands descended upon her helpless, exposed body.
Sandy took this opportunity to glance toward the stage, where she saw that Jenny was now covered in a sheen of sweat – her body showing the marks of many strikes from the riding crop. Still, with each new strike, she immediately said, “Thank you, Mistress,” and she continued to stand proudly in her bonds.
Sandy’s attention suddenly returned to her own body as she felt a set of teeth clamp gently yet painfully down on one nipple.
“That got her attention.” There were two women making use of Sandy’s body now – one biting and licking her breast while the other stroked her sex and. Suddenly the woman stroking Sandy’s sex plunged her tongue into Sandy’s mouth in a rough kiss. Sandy simply yielded, allowing the woman to explore her mouth with her aggressive tongue.
The woman suckling Sandy’s breast changed position – or perhaps she was replaced by another woman – Sandy couldn’t tell. All she knew was that the mouth on her breast was gone and now there was a hand running up and down the inside of her thighs, occasionally gathering some of her wetness and drawing it down her skin where the evaporation cooled the red-hot burning of her sensitive body.
Another hand soon descended on her exposed breast, which was still wet with saliva...
And so the next several minutes progressed. Women came and went – suckling, biting, kissing, licking. Sometimes Sandy felt multiple sets of hands roaming her body, exploring her sex and driving her wild with sexual need. Other times, she would feel only a single, soft caress – a sensation whose contrast to the other rough sensations spurred her arousal on all the more.
In the midst of all of this, Sandy still occasionally glanced at the stage, where she saw Jenny’s body being tortured relentlessly by her Mistress. Mistress had moved on from the crop, and was now using a horrifying whip, causing Jenny’s entire sweat covered body to glow with a red blush that Sandy imagined must be warm to the touch.
Meanwhile, her own body seemed to be on fire with sexual need. But as aroused as she had become, the dominant women making use of her body always stopped short of giving her release. Their touches were stimulating her desire for climax further than it had ever gone, but every time she felt herself building towards orgasm the women would back off, teasing her and seeming to delight in her frustration.
As all of this continued, Sandy’s mind began to feel slightly hazy. She knew that she wasn’t in a hypnotic trance, but the overwhelming nature of what was happening nevertheless caused the experience to take on a dream-like quality. She simply felt sensation – burning, fiery lust and arousal, while her mind was bombarded with images of Jenny being punished.
But even as she saw this punishment taking place, she also felt a kinship with the suffering woman – for all of her duress, Jenny was clearly enjoying her Mistress’s attention. Her nipples were rock hard and even as she twitched each time the whip wrapped around her body, she also seemed to be thrusting out her hips, wanting attention on her aroused sex.
As these thoughts flowed through Sandy’s mind, a hand – she had no idea whose – reached into her sex and began stimulating her more intensely than anyone had so far dared. Sandy closed her eyes and threw her head back as this insistent hand pushed her to the very brink of orgasm. She could feel her release welling up within her, needing only a bit more contact to finally escape and send her into an orgasmic bliss.
But then, it stopped. All of the women that had been playing with Sandy’s body abruptly moved away and the desperate woman let out a long and anguished moan of frustration as her sex thrust forward, searching for the fingers that would send her over the edge – fingers that were no longer there.
It was some time before Sandy regained control of her body. She opened her eyes and noticed that all eyes were now on her, as everyone in the room looked at her writhing in frustration. The humiliation that washed over her at that moment brought tears to her eyes, and further stimulated her frustrated sex.
“Nice to have you back with us, Sandy.” Mistress was looking at Sandy from the stage. Behind her, Jenny was still chained to the “X” frame, clearly exhausted from the torment she had just experienced, yet maintaining a level of control of both her arousal and suffering that Sandy could only marvel at. If she had undergone the same punishment that Jenny had just received, Sandy knew that she would be a quivering mess, begging for release while hanging limply in her bonds. Jenny, though, despite her rock-hard nipples and heaving chest; despite her dripping sex and quivering thighs; despite the fiery red color of her tormented, though unbroken, skin; despite the glistening sweat that betrayed the level of her duress and exertion, still remained standing on her own power, trapped in her bonds and giving herself to her Mistress.
Sandy envied Jenny’s control, for she knew that in that control Jenny was offering a deeper level of submission to her Mistress than what Sandy was currently capable of. Sandy longed for the day when she would develop that control, when she could express her desire to please her Mistress through her sexual and physical endurance and, in doing so, receive levels of gratification that she was only just starting to learn were possible.
Once again, her thoughts were interrupted when Mistress spoke.
“Now, ladies, I think Jenny here has had enough. I’m sure she will be extra careful the next time she is serving my guests, won’t you, slave?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Sandy could detect a hind of the duress that was rifling through Jenny’s body at the moment – the duress of both pain and sexual need – by the slight quiver in the beautiful woman’s voice.
“Well, witnessing your punishment has brought a great deal of pleasure to my guests, so I suppose that despite your earlier indiscretion, you have earned a little pleasure of your own. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Mistress.” This time, Sandy was certain she could detect a bit of a whimper in Jenny’s voice as the tormented slave reacted to the prospect of sexual release.
“Well then, slave, perhaps you should begin by looking at this.”
With that, mistress reached into the front of her dress and withdrew a chain, on the end of which was Mistress’s pendant! Sandy was staring at Jenny, and saw the experienced slave’s eyes almost immediately take on a faraway look.
Moments later, the glittering of the pendant caught Sandy’s own eyes, and she, like Jenny, found herself unable to look away.
The pendant was simply too enticing as it slowly spun around… and around… and around…
Memories began to enter Sandy’s mind – memories of her very first trance, the trance that she entered by watching the pendant spin around… and around… and around…
That night, she had shared her trance with Penny, and now she was sharing it with Jenny – a fellow slave girl who, like her, was watching the pendant spin around… and around… and around…
Giving in to this trance felt so good to Sandy, so right. That first time had been arousing and exhilarating, but also very frightening. Now, Sandy could just let herself go as she stared at the pendant as it spun around… and around… and around…
Now she was a slave. She didn’t need to worry about what anyone thought – she had submitted, they had witnessed her submission, they had taken pleasure in her submission, and now she would submit again as the pendant spun around… and around… and around…
Her Mistress was talking.
“Go deeper, Jenny… Go deeper, Sandy.” Her Mistress knew that Sandy had become hypnotized again. She knew that Sandy was watching the pendant spin around… and around… and around…
“Now feel how sensitive your skin has become.” The afterglow of her earlier release, the teasing of the Mistresses, and now this trance had, indeed, worked Sandy’s body to another peak of arousal.
“Feel your body’s desire for release.” Even as Sandy felt these sensations, she could see Jenny’s body responding as well – her sweaty, exhausted body was starting to betray her as her hips were now rolling back and forth, their need mirroring Sandy’s own.
“Feel that need growing, threatening to rush out of you.” Indeed, Sandy realized, the need was nearly pushing out of her – her Mistress had not used hypnosis to block her orgasm, and she was only keeping Sandy in a light trance. The orgasm that Sandy desired was very close to claiming her. Mistress continued to toy with her.
“Try to withhold your orgasm. Try to withhold it even as you feel new forms of stimulation.”
Suddenly, the three slaves that had previously been kneeling in front of the A-frame now descended upon Sandy’s helpless body – two kissing, licking, and suckling Sandy’s sensitive breasts and the third attending to her desperate sex, licking her outer lips and clitoris while driving a couple of fingers inside of her.
At the same time, Sandy saw that Eve had joined Jenny on the stage, and was now devouring the bound slave’s body.
“Know this,” Mistress continued, “whichever of you is able to withhold orgasm longer will share my bed tonight!”
Sandy had been on the brink of orgasm, but this promise suddenly gave her a new resolve. Still trapped in a light trance, she continued to stare at the pendant, trying desperately to allow the sparkling crystal to draw her deeper as it spun around… and around… and around…
The tongues that were stimulating her body, playing with her engorged nipples, stimulating her hot sex, were pushing her to the very limits of her control, and Sandy could see that Eve’s ministrations were having an intense effect on Jenny as well.
Still, the more experienced slave girl seemed far from losing control, while it was all that Sandy could do to keep from allowing the climax that she craved to take her body. She tried to take solace in the pendant – doing her best to ignore the stimulation that was overwhelming her body and to focus on the beautiful crystal as it spun around… and around… and around…
Sandy felt herself falling deeper, letting the pendant take over her mind…
And then she realized her mistake. As she went deeper, she surrendered her mind further to the pendant, giving her will to its to power. And as she surrendered her will to the pendant, she surrendered her will to resist climax – had her Mistress commanded her, in this ever deepening trance, not to cum, she would have been able to resist. But without such a command, she was helpless – the expert touch of the slaves that were stimulating her sexually charged body were too much for her.
She climaxed.
She was now too deep to feel any disappointment at her failure, she simply allowed the sensation to wash over her entranced mind. As the tongue in her sex brought her to orgasm after orgasm, she could hear, barely audible over her own cries, the explosive climax of Jenny who had finally surrendered to Eve’s attentions.
But Sandy was soon too far gone to think of Jenny. Her own body was now quivering with the glow of orgasm. Her earlier climax had been more intense than anything she had ever felt, but it had left her body charged with sexual energy that was still not sated. But the orgasms she was feeling now were rushing up from deep within her, purging her of the pent up sexual frustration that had been building for so long.
Through her hypnotic and orgasmic haze she could hear her Mistress telling her, “Don’t despair at losing this contest – cum for me, Sandy, cum again… and again… and again…”
Sandy obeyed her Mistress – she forgot that she had lost an opportunity to share her Mistress’s bed. Instead, she reveled in the sensations as wave after wave of pleasure descended upon her already tired body. Her eyes were still locked on the pendant, as the three slaves continued to play with her, drawing her sexual need out of her, helping her to cum until, finally, there was nothing left.
Sandy hung in her bonds, limp, exhausted, and staring mindlessly at the pendant. The three slaves that had brought her to such deeply satisfying orgasms were now tenderly kissing and licking her sweat soaked body. The parts of her body that were still sore from her earlier punishment had now drifted into a dull ache. Sandy was empty – a satisfied, fulfilled, and utterly submissive vessel for her Mistress’s desires.
But at this moment, her Mistress expressed only one desire to her drained, hypnotized slave: “Sleep.”
Sandy’s eyes immediately closed, and she drifted, unaware of anything but her own deep submission to her Mistress.