Consensual Consequences
Sandy – Good Night
by Clare de Luna
Throughout the telling of her tale, Sandy had lain with her head in the crook of Eve’s arm. As the story had become more and more erotic, Sandy had felt her own arousal grow, despite having felt spent only moments before following all of the sex that she and Eve had had that evening. Now, Eve’s hand, which continually stroked Sandy’s arm and shoulder, was bringing sensations to Sandy’s skin that gave her chills.
Eve’s other hand reached around, and gently worked in between Sandy’s legs. With a few gentle strokes, she explored Sandy’s sex.
“My, my, you’ve become quite wet now, haven’t you?”
“Yes, that story was just so… hot!” Sandy noticed a slight quaver in her voice, and realized just how choked up she had become. In addition to her arousal, the story had moved her – hearing of the love that Eve and Jenny shared had created a lump in her throat.
“Yes, that’s a story that I do like to relive. But now, I must leave you. You need to get some sleep – you still have another whole day to spend with Mistress, and believe me, you’ll need your energy.”
Sandy groaned slightly.
“But… I, I mean,” Sandy shuddered slightly with her arousal, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep now.”
“I warned you, Sandy. I am not permitted to pleasure you, and you cannot, of course, pleasure yourself.”
“I know, but I just don’t know how I’ll sleep when I’m this turned on. I knew the story you were going to tell me was going to be a turn on but, my god, that was incredible!”
“Well, I can’t give you any release. But I can help you sleep.”
Eve reached over to the nightstand and picked something up. Then, resuming her stroking of Sandy’s arm, she spoke.
“Every once in a while, Mistress allows me to take hold of that pendant once again, although now I realize that it does not fill me with any power – for I am a slave. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t have a power all its own.”
With that, Eve, who had moved her hand so that it was above Sandy’s head, let the pendant dangle and swing back and forth in front of the younger slave’s eyes. Sandy let out a slightly surprised, “uh,” as the pendant immediately captured her gaze.
“Good girl, Sandy, look at the pendant, let it capture your eyes… and your mind…”
Sandy felt the familiar haze of hypnosis descending upon her.
“Watch the pendant swing back… and forth… and back… and forth… it is time for you to sleep… to rest… and to sleep… feel your tired eyes growing heavy… heavier and heavier… you are still so aroused… but that arousal will help you go deeper… it will help you feel sleepier… feel your arousal… surrounding you… wrapping you in its warmth and pleasure… as if you are floating in a cloud… a cloud of arousal… that allows you to relax… feel pleasure… feel sleepy… very sleepy… so tired… eyes so heavy… so heavy… so aroused… so relaxed… so tired… sleep… sleep…
When Sandy awoke, light was once again filling the room with a radiant light. She was lying in the bed alone, amid a tangle of sheets that were still in disarray from the previous night’s activities. Sandy stretched deliciously as the pleasure of the previous night came back to her. Her arousal was still with her, but she found that she was becoming used to this sensation – of sexual frustration. She knew that, as much as she wanted to find some release at the moment, the denial of her pleasure would give her access to greater heights of climax later. This was all part of being a slave girl.
Slowly, she rolled out of bed and made her way to the toilet. When she had finished there, she stood, as was about to get out of bed when she heard a very faint humming sound. She looked around the room until her eyes fell on the spiral on the wall. The humming that she was hearing was due to that spiral beginning to slowly spin, but Sandy never realized this as the spiral immediately took away her ability to think for herself. Her body moved of its own accord as she stepped to the center of the room, knelt, placed her hands behind her back, thrust her chest forward, and stared at the hypnotic spiral going around… and around… and around…
As she plunged further and further into trance, starting intently at the spiral the entire time, a meek, submissive voice fluttered quietly into her ears, repeating over and over, “I am a slave to my Mistress… I will submit… I will obey…”
“I am a slave to my Mistress… I will submit… I will obey…”
“I am a slave to my Mistress… I will submit… I will obey…”
“I am a slave to my Mistress… I will submit… I will obey…”
“I am a slave to my Mistress… I will submit… I will obey…”