Consensual Consequences
Penny – Enslaved
by Clare de Luna
Penny wasn’t aware of exactly what happened after that. For a brief while, she drifted deep in trance, barely aware of anything happening around her. She knew that her asshole and her sex were no longer being invaded. She knew she was lying on her back. She heard more moans, but they were not hers.
When she was brought out of trance by another “snap,” she looked around to find herself lying on the table once again. She sat up and saw Cindy sitting in a chair, no longer wearing the strap-on. Her naked body was covered in sweat, and her eyes seemed clouded with the aftershocks of a deep and satisfying climax. Sandy knelt between the young girl’s legs, and was dutifully licking up the juices that Sandy had just excreted following her orgasm.
Then, Penny’s vision of what was transpiring was blocked as Mistress suddenly stood directly before her.
“The time has come, Penny,” Mistress declared, standing at her full height and with all of her domineering personality fixed squarely on Penny. “Look into my eyes. Feel my power over you. Feel yourself submit. Feel your submission. Feel it… feel it…”
Penny looked up at Mistress, and she did feel it. She knew what was coming. She was completely open to it. She welcomed it. There was no need for a long induction. There was no need for another lesson. There was no need for Mistress to break down any more walls. She simply waited for the command.
“Sleep!”
Penny’s eyes immediately slammed shut, and she plunged into a deep and complete trance…
Penny floated in this trance for some time. She was almost completely unaware of what transpired. There were voices and movement. She was walking at some point, even though her shaky legs could barely support her. There were more sounds – sounds of the city; sounds of driving. There was warmth, and water. She felt relaxed; soothed. She felt prepared. She felt ready.
She awoke.
Penny was in a place that she found vaguely familiar. Looking around, she realized she had been here before. This was the room in which she had sacrificed Penny what seemed like eons ago. This was where she had tried to give herself to Mistress. This was where, in front of a large audience that she now knew had included Cindy, Penny had been refused.
And now she was back in this room. But this time, things were different. The room was empty, except for herself and one other person. Penny was at the back of the room, kneeling. She had been bathed, and could feel that her hair had been tended to. At the front of the room, on the stage, was Mistress, sitting in a large, throne-like chair. The room was filled with candles, and the walls of the room were covered in mirrors so that no matter where she looked, Penny would see Mistress, sitting atop her throne, her dominant beauty radiating out of her.
Penny gasped as she realized that Mistress was naked! But unlike Penny’s own nudity, or that of Mistress’s other slaves, Mistress’s nudity bore no traces of exposure or helplessness. Mistress’s body, in its powerful beauty and quiet confidence, only reinforced her dominant nature, and Penny felt herself nearly wilting in the presence of such radiant gorgeousness.
This sensation was even more powerful as the mirrors also made it impossible for Penny to look anywhere without seeing herself. The candlelight glinted off of her naked body, kneeling submissively. The flush of her earlier climaxes was still evident on her body, as if marking her erotic need for submission. In her kneeling posture, Penny’s submissive beauty was a stunning contrast to the dominant splendor of Mistress’s form.
“Come.”
Penny immediately obeyed her Mistress’s command. Dropping to her hands, she crawled towards Mistress. In the mirrors all around her, she could see herself, the candlelight glinted off of her as she slowly moved towards her Mistress, letting each motion of her legs and arms become an offering to the power of the woman before her.
Penny was aware of her Mistress’s stare as she gradually, submissively made her way closer and closer to her Mistress. She could see the power in Mistress’s eyes, but she could also see something else; something that she had never seen in her Mistress before: lust. As Penny reached her Mistress’s throne, she resumed her kneeling posture and immediately began worshipping her feet.
Mistress simply allowed her to do this, watching her closely the entire time. Penny could, once again, see everything that transpired in the many mirrors. The scene filled her with arousal – even after all that she had experienced and endured, her sex became wet as she watched her own submissive display at the feet of her Mistress.
“Enough.”
Penny pulled back and awaited her Mistress’s next command.
It was at that moment that Penny, for the first time, noticed that Mistress had something in her lap. She now picked it up and presented it to Penny. It was a collar!
Penny’s heart sped up and her stomach filled with butterflies as she wondered if this time, at last, she would receive her Mistress’s collar.
“Tell me, Penny, why did I refuse you this collar last week?”
Penny knew that, at last, she fully understood the answer to that question.
“Because I did not yet understand my submissive nature. I believed that I was a fundamentally strong, independent, and dominant woman. I thought that the reason I was so drawn to hypnosis and submission was that I needed a break – that my strong willed nature occasionally needed a chance to recharge.”
“And you no longer believe that?”
“No, Mistress. I realize now that I am truly, deeply submissive. The powerful, dominant persona wasn’t a part of me that occasionally needed a break, it was a façade that I had constructed. If it wore me out it was because it required constant effort on my part since it wasn’t who I truly was.”
“Why did you create that façade, Penny?”
“Because my true nature – my submissive nature – scared me. The depth of my true desires were so strong, and so powerful, that I was terrified of what they could lead me to.”
“And are you still terrified?”
“No, Mistress. As I saw how you affected Sandy, I realized that you would not use my submission to hurt me, but only to bring me pleasure. As I realized that, I knew that I wanted to submit to you completely.”
“And how did you come to realize all of this?”
“Everything that has happened in the past week has made it clear to me, Mistress. Both on Monday and today, I felt what it was like to be completely helpless in the very place where I used to feel so strong. Responding to your post-hypnotic suggestions as I gave my presentation, and then submitting to an unknown coworker made me realize that I didn’t want to be dominant at work and then get submissive breaks with you. I wanted to feel dominated all the time. And I did – not knowing who the mystery woman is, then everything that happened today – not knowing when I was naked and when I wasn’t, being dominated by a young secretary – all of it – it made me feel utterly exposed and helpless the entire week.”
“And you liked that feeling?”
“Yes, very much. I want to feel that way all the time. I want to feel dominated all the time.”
As she said this, a tear escaped Penny’s eye and trickled slowly down her cheek, catching the candlelight as it fell.
“If you will have me, please, Mistress, may I be your slave?”
Mistress held the collar before her, the candlelight glinting off of the “D” ring on its front.
“Kiss the collar, Penny.” She obeyed.
“Look at the collar, Penny. Look at the light glinting off of it.” Again, she obeyed.
“See the light shift as the candles flicker; as the collar moves.” Penny was staring obediently at the collar, feeling the familiar fog of hypnosis slowly descending upon her.
“Watch that light, the light that is bathing your submissive body, watch it flicker and gleam… focus on that light… focus on how it makes you feel…”
Penny felt herself falling, dancing on the edge of a trance…
“Now, Penny, kiss my feet.” Penny leaned forward – the collar still holding her gaze – and began kissing and licking Mistress’s feet once again.
All the while, the light flickered on the collar, capturing her mind, filling her thoughts.
“Now, Penny, make your way higher. Kiss my calf.” Penny slowly, sensually, worked her tongue over Mistress’s calf, switching from one leg to the other, working slowly higher up her Mistress’s leg. As she did so, another familiar sensation started to claim her – her sex had come to life, and she felt her wetness start to seep out of her once more.
Still, she stared at the collar. Was she entranced? She wasn’t sure, but she couldn’t look away, nor could she stop worshipping her Mistress’s calves.
“Higher, Penny, kiss my thighs.” As she said this, Mistress spread her legs.
Penny struggled now to keep her eyes on the collar, both because the gloriousness of her Mistress’s sex was before her, calling to her, and because obeying her Mistress’s commands made it difficult for her to still look up at the collar. Still, she managed to keep it within her sight.
As she continued to feel the hypnotic effects of the collar, though, she also concentrated on licking and caressing the insides of her Mistress’s thighs. She kissed up and down the sensitive yet strong flesh, reveling in the feel of Mistress’s muscles beneath her lips. As she did so, her own thighs were responding as well. She felt the tell-tale quiver in her sex as her own arousal began to reach its apex once again.
“Look at my sex, Penny.” Penny tore her eyes from the collar and looked at the magnificent beauty of her Mistress’s sex, dripping with its own arousal.
Though she was no longer looking at the collar, Penny still felt herself enraptured as she looked at the beautiful sight before her. Was she hypnotized? She had no idea. At this point, she was simply under Mistress’s power, and Penny’s mind was hers to obey.
“Pleasure me, Penny.” There was an eagerness in Mistress’s voice that turned Penny on powerfully. Without hesitation she leaned forward and started to tongue and suck her Mistress’s sex.
As she did so, her own sex burst with arousal – it almost felt as though she, too, were receiving oral pleasure. As she heard her Mistress begin to emit powerful moans, Penny’s own arousal grew still stronger. Penny was offering herself – every part of herself – to her Mistress, and the pleasure that Mistress seemed to be eliciting from that submission turned Penny on more than anything else could. This spurred her on still more, and she focused on serving Mistress’s sex with renewed vigor.
“That’s it, Penny. More. More!” Penny continued to lick with a frenzy. Her own sex was on the verge of climax as her tongue descended on Mistress’s clitoris. She wanted so desperately to bring her Mistress to climax – to offer this last part of herself to the woman who had shown her her real nature.
“Good girl. You’re being a very good girl. My… slave!” Penny felt herself on the very cusp of climax upon hearing that word. She marveled at Mistress’s control as the woman was clearly near the point of no return, and yet she still had the presence of mind to reach down and wrap the collar around Penny’s neck.
“I accept you into my service. You are now my slave.” As Penny heard these words, her eyes burst with tears even as her tongue worked still more frantically. The wetness in her eyes was matched by the wetness in her sex as her need began to drip from her and her body quivered on the edge of an orgasm.
As Penny felt the final click of the lock on her collar, she felt her Mistress’s hips start to quiver as her climax took her. Ecstatic at having pleased her Mistress, Penny’s own sex erupted in climax as well.
Penny fought to keep her mouth on the bucking sex of her Mistress even as her own body wanted so desperately to writhe in pleasure as the orgasm washed over her. Stars crept into her vision as the feeling of success at having satisfied Mistress pushed Penny to a continuous string of climaxes that, though not as viscerally powerful as what she had just experienced in the office, combined with the magnificent and fulfilling weight of the collar around her neck to make Penny feel as complete and filled with pleasure as she ever had. This was not a sensual eruption that her body struggled to endure.
This was pure pleasure.
Penny reveled in it, letting it cleanse her entire body and mind. Even as the physical sensations began to wane, she still felt the ecstatic joy of submitting to her Mistress deep within her soul.
As the climaxes that both she and her Mistress felt slowly subsided, Penny gradually withdrew her mouth. Kneeling directly between Mistress’s legs, she simply closed her eyes and let her head drop to the side, resting against her Mistress’s thigh.
With a satisfied, “Mmmmmmm,” Mistress looked down at her slave and began stroking her hair.
“My slave.” She said. “You’ve been a challenge but, in the end, I think you’ll be something quite special.”
“Thank you Mistress,” Penny said, feeling her Mistress stroking her and still floating on the edge of hypnosis.
She felt complete. She felt secure.
The anxiety was gone. The fears had vanished. The final tears had been shed.
For the first time in as long as Penny could remember, she felt happy. Her eyes still closed, her mind balancing perilously on the edge of trance, Penny’s face broke into a broad, genuine, and radiant smile.
“Yes,” Mistress said, “I think you’ll be something quite special, indeed.”