Consensual Consequences
Sandy – The Anniversary
by Clare de Luna
Sandy showed up to work on Friday in a state of excitement and euphoria. The past week had been unlike anything that she ever thought she’d experience. First, she had spent Monday night being utterly dominated – sometimes while hypnotized, but most of the time while she was consciously aware of what was happening. And yet, she had enjoyed every second of it – giving herself to her Mistress completely.
Then, on Wednesday night, she had gone home only to find a package waiting for her at her front door. A card attached to the package simply read “For Sandy,” and the handwriting was unmistakable: it belonged to Mistress. Sandy had rushed inside, her heart racing, as she opened the package.
Inside was a beautiful metallic metronome and a note. With her hands shaking and her sex flaring to erotic life, Sandy had read her Mistress’s words:
Dear Slave,I hope you like your gift. When you have finished reading this, I want you to prepare yourself for me. Dress for an evening at a nice restaurant, but you are not allowed to wear panties or a bra.
When you are ready for the evening, I want you to unlock your front door, then sit somewhere comfortable. Place the metronome in front of you, and start it. As you watch it swing back and forth, I want you to think about your submission to me. Think about how each swing of the metronome brings you further and further under my power.
I have a special evening planned for you, Sandy. Go now, and prepare for it.
Your Mistress
When Sandy had finished reading the letter she immediately headed to her bathroom for a shower. She had been sexually charged for the past two days, and hadn’t touched herself at all – that was, after all, something that only her Mistress could command. Nevertheless as she showered, she felt waves of arousal coursing through her as the water caressed her skin. She was going to spend the evening with her Mistress!
She had dressed in a sexy, yet classy black dress and heels, and had done her hair and make-up as beautifully and tastefully as she knew how. Then, she had unlocked her front door, sat in a comfortable chair (the same one, she noticed, that she had been in when her Mistress had hypnotized her for the first time), and placed the metronome on the coffee table in front of her.
With a single tap of her finger, the metronome began to swing back forth, with a sharp “tick,” after each swing. She had looked at the metronome, watching it swing back and forth… and back and forth… as she thought about her Mistress.
She found it very easy to imagine Mistress’s deep, hypnotic eyes as the metronome swung back… and forth… and back… and forth…
Even though she wasn’t there, Mistress’s power, her control, was palpable – as if it were emanating from the metronome that kept swinging back… and forth… and back… and forth…
Sandy could feel herself submitting; submitting to the Mistress; submitting to the metronome, that kept swinging back… and forth… and back… and forth…
Sandy’s thoughts were beginning to get cloudy, each new thought being wiped away as the metronome swung back… and forth… and back… and forth…
She was vaguely aware that she was being hypnotized even without Mistress there – that she was simply succumbing to the relentless motion of the metronome as it swung back… and forth… and back… and forth…
This only turned her on more, though; knowing that Mistress could control her so easily; that all Mistress needed was A simple metronome swinging back… and forth… and back… and forth…
Eventually, even these submissive thoughts began to fade, as Sandy found that she could do nothing but stare as the metronome swung back… and forth… and back… and forth…
And back… and forth… and back… and forth…
Sandy had gone so deep that when a hand stopped the metronome she was too far gone to even notice. She felt herself rising out of her chair and following someone out of her apartment. She got into a car and immediately obeyed a command to “Sleep!”
The rest of that evening had been a blur. She knew that she was with her Mistress, and that her Mistress had led her into the restaurant. There was someone else there, but it wasn’t important who that person was. She simply obeyed Mistress’s commands and let her awareness of their guest pass over her conscious mind.
This had been the case even when Mistress had brought her out of hypnosis briefly. When she was no longer in trance, Sandy had looked around, reveling in the beauty of her Mistress, as well as the beauty of their companion. But despite this third woman’s beauty, Sandy had felt no need to think about who she was, or to remember her features specifically. She was a beautiful and sexy woman, and that was all that mattered.
Shortly thereafter, Sandy’s Mistress had instructed her to look at the candle, and she quickly obeyed, feeling herself going under very quickly and very deeply.
In fact, she went so deep that she struggled to remember much more of the evening. She knew that she led the other woman to the bathroom at some point so that the woman could remove her bra. She also knew that at one point Mistress had ordered her to discreetly slip under the table to pleasure their companion. Sandy had a vague memory of the taste of sex mixed with something sweet – a memory that she cherished for its erotic potential.
Then, Mistress had led her out of the restaurant and they had driven away, just the two of them. Sandy continued to drift as she rode with her Mistress, but was dimly aware that Mistress made a phone call at some point.
When they had arrived at Sandy’s apartment, Mistress led her to the door, where Sandy suddenly came out of her trance, gasping as the extent of her arousal shook her. She had been so deeply entranced the whole night that she had not been consciously aware of just erotic her entire night had been. Now, that realization rocked through her, almost causing her knees to buckle.
Not knowing what to do, she looked to her Mistress who had simply looked at her and said, “Go straight to your bedroom and enjoy the rest of your night.” With that, Mistress turned and walked away.
Sandy had rushed inside and headed straight to the bedroom where she found her room decorated with several candles that were providing the only light. Standing beside her bed, completely naked and softly, tantalizingly, menacingly tapping a riding crop against her palm, stood Eve.
Mistress’s beautiful slave had grinned at Sandy before informing her, “Mistress wants to start training you to better please a woman. I have been assigned the task of starting that training…”
It had been a long night – despite Sandy’s intense arousal, she was denied any sexual gratification until Eve felt that she had learned sufficient lessons for one night. By the time Sandy had managed to bring Eve to her fourth and final climax of the evening, Sandy’s breasts, bottom, and thighs were covered in small marks from the crop, and her tongue and jaw were exhausted from the exertion.
Eve, however, had then demonstrated why she was qualified to be Sandy’s teacher. Sandy might have learned a few things from Eve’s example, but Eve’s expert ministrations had brought Sandy to such heights that she didn’t have the presence of mind to remember what Eve did to her. She simply reveled in waves of ecstasy that had her screaming into the night.
Eventually, she had drifted into a peaceful sleep.
When she had woken up the next day, Eve was gone. Sandy had gone to work on Thursday feeling on top of the world. She had bounced into work filled with energy, and had gotten right to her tasks with an alarming focus and determination.
And it was a good thing that she had been so productive, as Penny had been uncharacteristically absent minded all week. As Sandy had come to feel more and more confident in her work, Penny had seemed to slip further and further into a weird funk that seemed to be preventing her from doing her best work. Sandy’s newfound sense of purpose had enabled her to take up most of the slack, but still, Sandy had begun to worry that Penny wouldn’t be completely ready for the presentation that she had to give the next week.
Determined to help Penny through whatever obstacles she was facing, Sandy had done her best to be as upbeat and helpful as she could be, which wasn’t hard since she was still awash in the glow of what she had experienced the night before.
Things had gotten even better, though, a bit later in the day. Sandy had been at her desk, hard at work, when she felt someone approach and looked up to see her Mistress! The tall, dominant woman had fixed Sandy with her eyes, staring down at her for several second before declaring in a voice low enough to be discreet, “I see that you have decided to forgo a bra on your own accord?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Sandy had replied, keeping her voice low so that no one could hear how she addressed her Mistress.
“And I assume you are without panties as well?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. That pleases me.” Sandy’s entire face had flushed with pride and arousal at those words. “I am here to see Penny,” Mistress continued, “Don’t page her, I will just go in.”
With that, Mistress had just walked into Penny’s office. Sandy hadn’t been able to tell if her Mistress had hypnotized her at that moment or not, but it wasn’t until a few moments after Mistress had entered Penny’s office that she blinked and regained control of herself. Her sex was smoldering with desire, and she feared that her nipples were suddenly visible to all of her coworkers – especially since she wasn’t wearing a bra!
She had then done her best to return to her work, but it was difficult, knowing that her Mistress was in the office with Penny. A few times she thought she might have heard cries of passion coming through the door, but they were faint enough that it could have been a part of her arousal clouded imagination.
Eventually, Mistress had reemerged. She had fixed Sandy with that same stare, and Sandy had once again felt arousal course through her as she submitted to her Mistress’s dominance. Mistress had given her two commands, “Make sure that no one enters Penny’s office for the next hour or so, including yourself. Also, I want you to make sure that you are free all weekend. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Sandy had replied, her heart beginning to flutter at the thought of spending a whole weekend with her Mistress. As Mistress walked away, Sandy once again found herself having to blink out of what might or might not have been a light trance. Either way, the thought of disobeying never crossed her mind. She had to turn away a couple of Penny’s coworkers, but she was very careful to make sure that her boss was undisturbed for an hour.
And she had also called Mila, whom she was supposed to join for a movie on Saturday, to cancel her plans.
The rest of the day had been like something out of a dream: she was filled with arousal and anticipation as she wondered what the weekend had in store. To make things even better, Penny suddenly seemed to be her old self again. Together they made huge progress on their work, and Sandy had left the office feeling happier and more excited than she had ever been.
And when Friday morning finally arrived, that feeling hadn’t diminished a bit. It was really hard for her to believe that only a week ago she had been getting ready for her birthday party, and had never been hypnotized or dominated. And now, just seven days later, she was a slave to a beautiful, dominant hypnotist!
Just thinking about it sent a shiver up Sandy’s spine, and a flood of sensation to her sex. It seemed that she was almost perpetually aroused now, as her mind often strayed to her Mistress, and that always filled her with desire.
But even more than the sexual stimulation that she had experienced, her feeling of wholeness filled her with an intense sense of serenity and fulfillment. Seven days ago she had been so nervous – she was afraid that she would let Penny down, she worried that her party wouldn’t look grown up enough, she wondered if she would ever live up to the expectations that everyone seemed to have for her; and that she had for herself.
But now, those worries seemed miles away. She belonged to Mistress now, and would do whatever Mistress commanded. She would still keep her job and her social life, but she was now free to enjoy them. She no longer felt adrift or overwhelmed because she knew that no matter what she did, her Mistress was ultimately in control. With such a solid sense of direction, Sandy was finding that she had a new feeling of confidence in all facets of her life.
And on this day, that new feeling was serving her well. She and Penny continued to make tremendous progress. As the end of the day approached, it became clear that everything that they needed was in order – Penny was ready for next week with a bit of time to spare.
As the end of the day drew near, Sandy felt her sex growing more and more excited. She had no idea what the weekend had in store for her, but she learned in the previous seven days that her Mistress would always have something special planned, and she was looking forward to the opportunity to submit further.
Just five minutes before it was time to go home, Sandy felt her heart leap into her throat when she looked up from her final bits of work to see her Mistress striding through the room towards her.
She was spellbound before her Mistress said a word.
Looking up at the powerful woman, Sandy felt her entire body grow flush with arousal. She was afraid that everyone in the office could see the need emanating out of her, but she could do nothing to hide it. Sandy was Mistress’s slave. If Mistress commanded her to strip off her clothes and lay spread eagled on her desk, Sandy would obey.
But Mistress simply looked down at her for a few moments before leaning in close. Sandy continued to look deep into Mistress’s eyes as the dominant woman began to whisper to her.
“Look into my eyes, Sandy. Feel yourself submitting to me. Can you feel that, Sandy?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Sandy’s heart was racing.
“Look into my eyes, and feel yourself falling into them, falling helplessly under my spell.”
Sandy felt another wave of arousal wash over her. She couldn’t believe it – she was being hypnotized right in the middle of the busy office space!
“Let go, Sandy. Look into my eyes and know that there is nothing more important than submitting to me, to letting me hypnotize you.”
Sandy knew the truth of Mistress’s words. She could hear the sounds around her – the hurried footsteps, the rustling of papers, the occasional ringing of a phone as everyone tried to wrap up the final details of their day before heading home. But none of that mattered to Sandy. She was letting herself fall into trance.
“Good girl, Sandy. Keep falling. Feel yourself slipping deeper and deeper. You know how good it feels to submit to me. You know that I will bring you pleasure.”
Sandy could hear the voice of Cindy – another receptionist just a few yards away – as she chatted with her boss. What would she think if she knew that just one desk over her coworker was being hypnotized by a dominant Mistress? What would she think if she knew that Sandy was her slave? These thoughts stirred Sandy’s arousal still further, even as she felt herself fall deeper under her Mistress’s spell.
“Go deeper, Sandy. There is no need to sleep. Simply slip into hypnosis and obey me. Are you ready to do this?”
“Yes, Mistress.” What if someone could hear what they were saying? Again, the thought only turned Sandy on more. She wanted to submit to her Mistress, and any humiliation that she had to endure would further that submission.
“Then do so, Sandy. Give in completely to hypnosis. Fall completely into trance now.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Sandy felt her mind go blank. She didn’t think about where she was or who was around her. She simply let herself go, and focused only on obeying her Mistress’s commands. Once again, she was floating in a haze of hypnosis and arousal. She could only hear her Mistress speak.
“When I snap my fingers, I want you to rise from your desk, collect your things, and leave the office. If anyone speaks to you, you will say what you must to satisfy them, but you will make your way as quickly as you can to the elevator. You will take the elevator to the lobby, and you will then exit the building. When you get outside you will see Eve. You are to allow her to command you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good girl.”
Mistress stood up straight again. Sandy’s eyes never stopped staring straight into the depthless pools of her Mistress’s eyes.
Finally, Mistress broke the eye contact as she turned away and began to walk towards the door to Penny’s office. As she stepped away from Sandy’s desk she quickly snapped her fingers.
Sandy responded immediately. Her mind continued to float in the fog of hypnosis, but she was still able to move, to gather her purse and jacket and walk towards the elevator.
As she walked, she heard Cindy address her, “Hey, Sandy, you heading home?”
“Yes… I am.” Even in her hypnotized state, Sandy was aware of how distant and sedate her voice sounded.
“Big plans for the weekend?”
Sandy felt a pulse in her sex and nipples as the mention of the weekend pierced the haze that surrounded her and caused her arousal to grow still further. As if a spectator to her own actions, she heard her own voice intoning, “Yes, big plans.”
She continued to walk, vaguely aware that her unresponsiveness to Cindy might have just made the other receptionist think that she was a bit stuck up, but Sandy was too deeply hypnotized, and too intent on obeying her Mistress, to care. She continued to walk to the elevator, and was soon heading down towards the lobby.
When she reached the lobby, she moved towards the doors of the building as quickly as her sluggish, hypnotized mind would allow her to. As she stepped into the outside air, her eyes quickly locked onto a beautiful and familiar face.
“Follow me,” was all that Eve said as she started to walk towards a parked car on the side of the street.
Moments later, Sandy was seated in the passenger seat of the car, and Eve had pulled away from the curb and began driving out of the city. As they moved slowly through the heavy traffic, Eve spoke to Sandy once again.
“Mistress placed you under hypnosis, didn’t she?”
“Yes.”
“You are quite deep, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you remember her eyes – what they looked like as they pulled you into trance?”
“Yes.”
“Do you remember her voice, as it lulled you into hypnosis?”
“Yes.”
“Do you remember how her eyes, and her voice took you deeper, and deeper, and deeper?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Feel those things now. Feel yourself submitting to your Mistress. Feel yourself going deeper. Feel yourself falling.”
Sandy could feel all of these things. As Eve spoke, Sandy knew that her Mistress was exerting control over her again.
“Feel your eyes growing heavy as you give in to your Mistress. Feel yourself growing sleepy.”
It was true. Mistress had commanded Sandy to remain awake while she was in the office, but now she was free to succumb completely. The power of her Mistress’s trance was growing, and Sandy was ready to give in to it.
“So tired. Your eyes are so heavy. You want to badly to let go. Let go, Sandy. Let go. Sleep… sleep… sleep…”
Sandy’s eyes fluttered a few times, then shut. She drifted, letting Eve channel Mistress’s power. Letting that power take her deeper. Letting that power fill her with erotic energy as she awaited the experiences that the weekend would bring her. As she yielded further and further to Mistress’s trance she felt herself ready to submit to her Mistress.
She was ready to be dominated once again.