Consensual Consequences
Penny – Deeper Still
Tick… tick… tick…
Penny stared at the metronome and felt her sex begin to leak around the edges of her panties, so great was her need. It had happened again – somehow, she had been drawn in to hypnosis without even realizing it. Mistress had been talking to her and suddenly, she realized that she couldn’t look away from the metronome – couldn’t stop staring as it swung back… and forth…
Tick… tick… tick…
She felt her mind slowing down – her admission to Mistress Catherine that she was, in fact, hypnotized; that she had, again, allowed herself to fall into Mistress’s spell, seemed to speed up her rate of descent – and to speed up the rate of her pulse as wave after wave of desire washed over her. Her body was relaxing, her mind was becoming softer, and everything around her began to recede from her consciousness until all that she felt was her arousal and all that she saw was the arm of the metronome swinging back… and forth…
Tick… tick… tick…
A voice, Mistress’s voice, floated in between those ticks that were sending her deeper into hypnosis.
“You are going to go very deep for me now, Penny.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Penny wasn’t sure why she added the word “Mistress” to her compliant statements, it had felt so right to do it when she was hypnotized before and it simply came naturally to her now. Every time she said the word, the need that still churned inside of her seemed to grow, as though that word were a fuel that was further enflaming the heat of her arousal.
“Good girl. Just stare at the metronome, let it take you deeper and deeper as it swings back… and forth.”
Tick… tick… tick…
“Now Penny, I want you to tell me how you feel right now.”
“Sleepy. And aroused.” Penny could barely hear her own voice – could hardly hear the mixture of meekness and lust that it conveyed.
“Yes, I imagine you do feel quite aroused. You’ve been feeling that way for a few days, haven’t you.”
As memories of the past few days – so filled with yearning and frustration – entered Penny’s open mind, a whine escaped her lips. The pent up arousal of three days of intense stimulation without release dripped from her voice as she replied, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Did you dream about me?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Penny’s breath almost caught in her throat as the sexual desires welled up within her again. Her compulsion to respond to her Mistress was the only thing that allowed her to get the words out at all.
“Did you dream about me hypnotizing you?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Penny’s breath was becoming labored and her breasts rose and fell quickly from the effort.
“Tell me, what did you dream?”
Penny began relating the dreams that she had had the past three nights – all of them involving Mistress Catherine entrancing her. Then, when deeply under Mistress’s control, she would tease her, bringing Penny closer and closer to orgasm, but never giving her the release that she desired. Penny told her of her most recent dream – of so desperately needing to taste the honey that would bring her to orgasm, but it being just out of reach, even as it dripped off of her chained body.
Mistress Catherine’s voice contained a hint of amusement as she spoke to Penny.
“You have quite the imagination – your subconscious is having a great deal of fun, it seems. Not that that is surprising, given how rarely you let it come out and play.”
None of what Mistress Catherine had just said contained a question or a command. Still, Penny felt so compliant, that she nevertheless responded, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Now Penny, I want you to listen to me very closely. First, I want you to close your eyes.”
Penny felt her eyes immediately slam shut. Though the metronome had still trapped her gaze, her Mistress’s words were so powerful, so enthralling, that the small device had become nothing but a thing to look at – it was her Mistress that had hypnotized her; it was her Mistress that she would obey.
“Now, Penny, focus on all of the frustration – all of the need that has been yearning to escape.”
With her eyes closed, all of Penny’s senses could turn inwards – to the raging need for climax that had been building in her for so long.
“Now Penny, do you want to finally release all of that sexual energy? To finally be allowed to cum?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Penny practically moaned the words.
“Then you must go deeper for me. Only in a deep, deep trance can you find the key that will unlock all of this need. Do you want to find that key?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
“Good. Then go deeper. Before you can let go in your orgasm you must first let go of your mind. Let go, Penny… let go and… sleep.”
Penny felt as if her entire body, her sensitive, aroused body, was falling as her mind yielded further to the hypnosis. As she let go, she felt herself falling to the side – only to be caught in her Mistress’s arms as they guided her to lie on the couch.
As she rested on the couch, Penny could feel nothing but the arousal coursing through her. For three days, it had been building, and now she could feel the pressure, yearning to pour out of her and she knew that letting herself go would give her the release she sought. Penny found herself feeling so thankful when Mistress’s voice – the voice that would guide her deeper, and thus closer to climax – appeared in her hopelessly lustful mind.
“Now, Penny, any time today that I say the word ‘sleep’ you will fall back into trance, deeper than you had gone before. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Penny was already so deep that she struggled to form the words.
“Good girl. Now, wake up!” Mistress Catherine snapped her fingers in front of Penny’s face several times as her eyes fluttered open – her mind racing back up from the depths of trance.
For a moment, she was disoriented – not completely sure how she had ended up lying on Mistress’s couch. Then, as if remembering a dream, it all started to come back to her: the metronome, Mistress’s words, relating her dreams of the past three nights.
Then she remembered why she was here: Sandy! Penny sat bolt upright and looked at Mistress Catherine with wide eyes as she said:
“You did it again! This… I can’t… I have to go! Sandy!” With that she swung her legs off of the couch and began to rise.
“Sleep!” Penny immediately felt herself falling as Mistress Catherine once again guided her limp body to the couch, Penny’s muscles feeling even more lifeless than before. Once she had arranged Penny comfortably on the couch again, Mistress Catherine snapped her fingers again as she declared, “Wake up!”
Once again, Penny’s eyes fluttered open. Once again she sat up straight, although not quite as quickly this time. Rather than disbelief, this time she felt her eyes grow wide with fear.
“What are you doing to me? This can’t be happening. Please, just let me leave.” Even as she said the words she could feel sexual need pulsing through her.
Mistress Catherine was now standing before her, and Penny felt utterly helpless as the tall woman simply stared down at her, silently, mercilessly. After remaining like this for several seconds, Mistress Catherine placed her hand on Penny’s head and said, with a strong voice, “Sleep.”
Penny felt herself falling once again – only this time, she kept falling longer than she had before – she was reaching new levels of depth; new levels of trance. Eventually, the feeling of sinking stopped, and she simply slept – her mind empty and open, her body consumed with desire. Her body, she could tell, was still in a sitting position – Mistress’s hand was still on her head supporting her; giving her the strength she needed to not collapse back onto the couch.
“Wake up.” Penny felt her mind racing back to consciousness. Her eyes opened more slowly than before, but, nevertheless, it wasn’t long before she was blinking herself awake. Her arousal had continued to rise, but now she felt a new lethargy in her body, as if, even when awake, there was no reason to try to move without her Mistress’s permission. She was already sitting on the couch, and she saw no point in trying to rise any further – Mistress would simply put her back in trance. Instead, she cast her eyes at the floor, looking meekly at the ground as she awaited Mistress’s next move.
Even as she did this, a part of her marveled at her behavior. She was a strong woman. She had risen through the ranks of her company very quickly because of her independence and powerful will. Her bosses trusted her with enormous responsibilities and she managed those responsibilities well – never letting them down – always taking control of the difficult tasks and mastering the challenges that faced her.
The same was true in her personal life. Her friends all saw her as conscientious and responsible. She prided herself on being the one that her girlfriends came to for advice and support – she was always able to make sense of situation and was decisive and authoritative about solving problems. She was strong, willful, but kind and generous as well – the model of a good friend.
And now, here she was. Somehow, she had let this woman, Mistress Catherine, take away her control – to subdue her into accepting commands. Despite the strength of her will, Penny found herself yielding to Mistress Catherine – accepting that there was no point in trying to escape – sitting passively as she awaited the next command that would send her spiraling into an even deeper trance – even deeper into Mistress Catherine’s control.
She didn’t have to wait long. Mistress Catherine reached down to Penny, taking one of the young woman’s hands in her own, and using the other to raise Penny’s face so that it looked up to her own.
A sudden, sharp pull on Penny’s arm coincided with her Mistress whispering a single word: “sleep.” Penny immediately fell further into trance as her body, following the momentum of Mistress’s tug on her arm, fell forward. She could feel Mistress catch her and, once again, lower her to the couch.
Once again, she sank deeper than before. Once again, her arousal reached a new peak. Penny was dimly aware of her body being laid back to rest on the couch again, but she knew that that didn’t matter. All that mattered to her now was going deeper – getting deep enough to find the key that would unlock her orgasm and allow her to finally feel the overwhelming release that she had been denied for so long.
But in order to go deeper, in order to find that key, she needed her Mistress – it was her Mistress who would guide her; it was her Mistress who would control her.
“Wake up.” It was nothing but a whisper in her ear, but she obeyed. Lying on the couch, she slowly opened her eyes. Her entire body lay relaxed, even as the need for orgasm burned through every nerve in her body. She was covered with a sheen of sweat, and she could see that the skin on her arms was flushed a deep red as her need coursed through her, but still, she remained calm and still.
This was so unlike what she had experienced on the previous Friday night. This wasn’t the writhing, animalistic hunger of that trance. Penny knew that this was something much, much deeper; more erotic; more intense. This was a level of orgasmic denial that spanned days rather than minutes. She had reached a level of depth that left her mind completely empty, only able to comprehend her arousal and her Mistress’s words.
Even when she awoke, there was no need to touch herself or beg her Mistress – she knew that the only way she would achieve release was to sink further, so when Mistress woke her up she simply waited. The control that she had given to Mistress was so powerful that it kept her body subdued despite the desire that raged within her.
Now, Penny felt Mistress’s fingers touch her forehead before tracing gently down her face. As they passed over her eyes, her Mistress whispered, “sleep.” Penny luxuriated in the feeling of sinking again, further. Further than she had ever gone. Further than she had ever known she could go. She had let go completely. Whatever her Mistress commanded, she would obey. And the torrent of sexual desire filling her being with its intensity simply brought her more under Mistress’s control.
“Now Penny, I want you to feel this depth. Feel the arousal that comes with it. Revel in it. Bask in it. Can you feel that, Penny?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. The key to unlocking your arousal is near. Do you want to find that key?”
“Yes, Mistress.” There was no longer any need to moan. Penny could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge of orgasm as Mistress brought her mind more and more under her control, but rather than moan, she bottled up all of her arousal – kept it inside her where it would take her deeper, for the deeper she went, the closer she would be to release. The deeper she went, the more her actions were at the mercy of Mistress. She had not been told to moan, so there was simply no reason to do so.
“Now, stand up, Penny.” Penny felt Mistress helping her as she rose from the couch and stood in front of it, her eyes still closed.
“Undress.” Penny quickly removed all of her clothes. She could feel the aching tightness in her nipples; she felt pulses race through her as her clothes brushed against the rock-hard nubs as she removed each garment. She felt her juices dripping down her inner thigh as she removed her completely saturated panties.
Before long, she stood naked before her Mistress; her eyes closed; her mind completely open and receptive; her body a vessel of pure arousal and sexual need.
That need intensified still more as Penny felt Mistress’s hands on her wrists, drawing them up and away from her body until they stood straight out to the sides, forming a “T” with her body.
“Penny, your arms are to remain locked in this position until I release them.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Open your eyes, Penny, but remain locked in this trance.” Penny’s eyes opened – her eyelids remaining half way down as the heaviness of her trance continued to so thoroughly subdue her.
Mistress continued, “Now, I want you to once again focus on your depth. You have gone so very deep, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You are very close to unlocking your release – so close, but you must go deeper. Now I want you to listen very closely as there is only one way that you can achieve release. When I snap my fingers, I want you to begin to count down from 100, out loud. With each number, you will go deeper. With each number you will get closer to your orgasm. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good girl. When you reach the number one, you will have found the key. When you reach the number one, you will have your release – all of the need that you’ve felt for these three days will finally arrive. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Penny felt as though her arousal would simply rip her body to pieces – the need had become so powerful – the energy so all-encompassing, that it was no longer centered in her sex; her whole body and mind pulsed with the same erotic agony – the same desperate need.
“When you finally achieve release, the sexual energy will continue to race through you, uncontrollable and unstoppable until you are able to count back up from one to 100. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Mistress suddenly stepped before Penny, filling her gaze. “Look into my eyes, Penny.”
Penny’s eyes locked onto those of her Mistress. For several long moments they both remained still – Penny naked with her arms sticking out in either direction – her half-lidded eyes looking directly at those of her Mistress – her body overflowing with an arousal that she only betrayed through her ragged breathing, the sweat dripping from her body, and the bright red flush of her skin from head to toe. All that Penny could see was her Mistress – all that mattered was her Mistress, and the sexual arousal that her Mistress controlled.
Finally, Penny saw Mistress’s hand raise slightly. “Snap.” The countdown had begun.
“One-hundred, ninety nine, ninety eight…” Penny’s lips formed the words, and with each one her arousal grew…
“Eighty-eight, eighty-seven, eighty-six…” Penny felt herself falling deeper – her Mistress’s eyes seeming to grow, to fill her vision…
“Seventy-nine, seventy-eight, seventy-seven…” Penny could hear the words as they filled with her need – not moans exactly, just desperate, craving words…
“Sixty-four, sixty-three, sixty-two…” Penny felt as though her arousal had permeated every fiber of her being – every cell in her body quivered with it, every synapse in her mind thrilled with it, every emotion in her heart rang with it…”
“Fifty-seven, fifty-six, fifty-five…” Her arousal and Mistress’s eyes were all that existed – Penny’s self was lost, she was nothing more than Mistress’s thrall and a vessel of sexual need.
“Forty-four, forty-three, forty-two…” Penny began to feel a shivering, quaking sensation building up within her…
“Thirty-seven, thirty-six, thirty-five…” Every part of Penny belonged to her Mistress – she would surrender anything to her and the pleasure that she could command…
“Thirty-four… thir-thirty-threeeeeee, thir-thirty-t-t-two…” Penny felt a wave of panic as she began to struggle to recall the numbers that would give her release – the passion that was overwhelming her, and the eyes that were overpowering her were making it so hard to think – fighting through her arousal and the depth of her trance, she held onto that part of herself that could continue this erotic countdown…
“N-n-n-nine-t-t-eeeeeeeen… ei-eight-eighteen… s-s-s-sev-seventeen…” Penny’s body was so wracked with desire, her mind so lost to hypnosis and the power of her Mistress that any thought beyond those two ideas was becoming impossible for her to fathom…
“T-t-t-telve, e-e-elev…” Tears streamed down Penny’s face as her mind could go no further – she was trapped in a trance that left her with no mind, no self. She had lost all control – only the eyes that continued to stare at her had any power left to control her body – Penny was locked in a state of perpetual frustration that tore through her in an endless circle of need that only her Mistress could unlock…
But Mistress simply stared. Penny’s tears increased – but there was no respite from the erotic agony that engulfed her. She couldn’t beg any more than she could count down the final moments. And even if she was able to, she wouldn’t – she would receive release when her Mistress desired it. Having completely yielded control, there was no reason to beg.
Suddenly, Mistress’s voice took control as Penny heard clear, steady words echoing in her mind:
“Ten,”
“Nine,”
“Eight,”
“Seven,”
“Six,”
“Five,”
“Four,”
“Three,”
“Two,”
“One.”
With that final number, Penny’s eyes flew open as wide as they would go. A scream erupted out of her that seemed almost otherworldly, its sound echoing off of the walls, becoming a constant shriek of devotion to Mistress. And Penny’s body tensed – every muscle seeming to fire at the same time before every part of her began to quiver, the quivering growing into an uncontrollable shaking, as her release finally claimed her.
Penny could feel nothing but orgasm – this was not the wave after wave of climax that she had experienced before – this was as if one single, white-hot orgasm that began deep within her and penetrated the far reaches of her being simply claimed her – never letting up, never leaving her.
Her body continued to shake, she continued to scream, but her eyes never left her Mistress. The intensity was so searing in her body and her mind that numbers continued to escape her – she couldn’t count up, she could only feel a perpetual, uncontrollable release that had already surpassed three days of pent up frustration in its fiery intensity.
Penny felt her mind and body exploding with the sensations – the only thing preventing her from collapsing in a passed out heap was the steady, unrelenting gaze of her Mistress – controlling her – keeping her conscious – keeping her trapped in her climax. Penny was unable to stop it – unable to escape.
Finally, Penny heard numbers once again, as her Mistress began to count:
“One,”
“Two,”
“Three,”
“Four,”
“Five,”
“Six,”
“Seven,”
“Eight,”
“Nine,”
“Ten.”
When Mistress reached ten, Penny finally felt her orgasm abate for just a moment, only to be replaced with another of equal intensity. For a moment, she was lost again – the release that she had sought for so long continuing to overwhelm her – to make it impossible for her mind to conceive of anything but her pleasure and her devotion to her Mistress’s control.
But as that second climax slowly passed, Penny was able to reclaim just enough of herself to break the ecstatic cry that she had been emitting for so long now for just long enough to utter,
“Eleven, twelve, thirteen…” Another orgasm ripped through her, and for another few moments, she was incapable of anything but experiencing the sensations that cascaded on her helpless body and mind…
“Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen…” Again, climax tore her body, every nerve ending exploding with intensity…
“Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen…” Her release rocked her again – as her mind regained some semblance of awareness, even within what remained a hopelessly deep trance, she began to feel her body quivering – close to giving out…
“Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two…” Penny was struggling to stand – her mind and body remained awash in pleasure, but her muscles were reaching their limit. Amid her passionate screams and desperately shouted numbers, Penny heard her Mistress’s voice: “Your arms are free now, Penny – you may sit on the couch if you’d like.”
Penny’s whole body collapsed onto the couch behind her. Mistress still held her gaze, still exerted her power and control. Meanwhile, Penny’s body, now free of the strain of holding her pose, was once again claimed by the lust that raced through her…
“Thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five…” Each orgasm that claimed her caused her entire body to spasm…
“Forty-two, forty-three, forty-four…” Though her mind had regained the ability to count, the exhaustion that was claiming her body was making it difficult for her to pant out numbers between her persistent screams – still, she struggled on…
“Fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight…” Penny felt the pleasure that had infused her entire body and mind coalescing in her rock-hard nipples and spasming, squirting sex – she began to stroke herself with one hand while roughly fondling her breasts with the other…
“Sixty-five, sixty-six, sixty-seven…” Penny had begun to writhe on the couch, her own sweat making the hard leather beneath her slippery enough to accommodate her frantic, thrashing movements…
“Seventy-one, seventy-two, seventy-three…” Penny continued to revel in everything that was happening to her – letting each orgasm take her – letting it wash over her as a reminder of Mistress’s power – of her control…
“Eight-seven, eighty-eight, eighty-nine…” Utterly exhausted, Penny’s thrashing had abated – she was a shaking, quivering, orgasming heap on Mistress’s couch – her gaze still, somehow, remaining locked on the eyes of her Mistress…
“Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one-hundred…” With that number, Mistress, who had stood over Penny, watching silently except for her few, brief commands, stated simply and directly, “Sleep.”
Penny felt her eyes close, her body relax. She plunged into a deep, restful sleep unlike anything she had ever known. The torment of sexual frustration that had kept her so tense, so un-rested, so desperate, was now utterly, completely, deeply satisfied. Thrills of pleasure and spasms of release still took her, but these were delicious twinges of calming warmth, not the burning passion of her previous need.
Penny floated in this blissful, euphoric state for several minutes before she once again heard her Mistress’s voice.
“Penny, sit up and open your eyes, but remain hypnotized.”
As much as Penny wanted to continue to revel in the afterglow whose satisfaction was as intense as the need that had plagued her, and the release that had claimed her, she had to obey her Mistress. She sat up on the couch and opened her eyes. Mistress stood before her, and now had a towel in her hand. Presenting that towel to Penny, Mistress continued: “Penny, take this towel and wipe yourself off, then get dressed, but do not put on your panties or your bra.”
Penny quickly complied, wiping the sweat from her body as best she could and then putting her clothes on, with the exception of the two pieces that Mistress had forbidden her to wear.
“Good girl. Now, follow me.”
In the deep haze of hypnosis, Penny still recognized that Mistress Catherine was carrying Penny’s purse and had taken her car keys out of it. Penny followed dutifully behind her Mistress as the hypnotist left her office – making a brief comment to Eve before leading Penny through the hallway and into the elevator. Penny felt the quivers of pleasure that were so welcome to her now flowing through her as she left the office – walking with her Mistress in a public place where others could unknowingly see her in her trance – see her under Mistress’s power.
They were alone in the elevator. Mistress pressed the button to take them from the 38th floor, where Mistress’s office was located, to the first. As she did so, she whispered in Penny’s ear: “Go deeper, Penny, with each floor that we descend, feel yourself going deeper, and deeper, and deeper.”
As her Mistress had commanded, as each number on the elevator lit up, signifying their descent, she felt herself letting go, falling back into the deep state of hypnosis and relaxation that only her intense afterglow could allow.
After a few floors the elevator stopped and more people joined them. Penny was too deep to take any notice of them beyond her awareness that they could not possibly know that the woman standing so near to them was in a deep hypnotic trance, and that the woman standing next to her was her Mistress – the woman that had just brought her to an erotic ecstacy whose intensity they, innocent people standing in an elevator, would probably never know. As the elevator resumed its descent she simply allowed herself to fall further into her Mistress’s trance.
Eventually, they reached the final floor. The people who had shared the elevator with them stepped out quickly. Mistress placed her arm around Penny and slowly led her out of the elevator.
The depth of Penny’s trance was making it difficult for her to move – only with Mistress’s careful guidance was she able to make it out of the lobby to the steps that led away from the building towards the street. Before they went down these steps, Mistress spoke once again.
“Penny, with each step that we take down these stairs, I want you to sink deeper and deeper into your trance.”
With that, Mistress carefully guided Penny down the steps towards the street. There were people walking around Penny and her Mistress, but Penny was unable to distinguish them – she only knew that if they looked her way they would see a woman who seemed to be deeply drugged – her face utterly lost and expressionless, her eyes glassy and lidded, her body moving slowly, languidly, her helplessness adding to her pleasure.
At last, they reached the bottom of the steps and Penny felt herself being led in her deep hypnotic haze to her own car. Once there, Mistress put her into the passenger seat before telling her, “You may close your eyes and drift – enjoy this blissful state.”
Penny’s eyes immediately closed and she resumed the peaceful, euphoric afterglow that she had felt in Mistress’s office after her ecstatic release. She was vaguely aware of the car moving, but was too far gone to pay it much notice.
Finally, she felt the car come to a stop and Mistress’s voice instructed her once again: “Open your eyes, Penny and come with me.”
Mistress had already come around to Penny’s door and opened it, and now she helped the helplessly hypnotized woman out of the car before once again placing her arm around her to lead her back into her own building.
When they reached the lobby of Penny’s building, Mistress once again led them to the elevators. Penny felt a wave of satisfaction in knowing that she was now at the building where she worked – surrounded by security guards and fellow employees who knew her well – and she was walking amongst them completely hypnotized – completely in the power of her Mistress, and none of them were aware. They might think that she looked a little out of it – perhaps returning from some kind of doctor’s or dentist’s visit – perhaps the woman beside her was a dutiful friend – they would have no idea of what she had just experienced, and how utterly under the control of Mistress she currently was.
As they waited for the elevator, Mistress whispered to Penny yet again: “Penny, I am going to leave you now. When the elevator arrives, you will step into it and select the button for your floor. With each floor that the elevator ascends, you will find yourself coming further out of your trance. When you reach your floor, you will be completely free of this trance, and of any suggestions that I have already given you today. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Penny whispered, her voice dreamy and soft enough that no one else in the lobby was able to hear it.
“Good girl. I also have one last command for you, but you are to have no conscious memory of it.”
With that, Penny heard her Mistress speaking, but was completely unaware of what she was saying. Eventually, Mistress stopped speaking and simply walked away, leaving Penny alone to wait for the elevator, still deep in trance – surrounded by the bustle of people moving around the lobby – people she knew who were oblivious that a deeply entranced woman stood amongst them.
The elevator finally arrived and Penny stepped into it, selecting the 14th floor. Other people crowded into the elevator, forcing her to the back. She stood in the back of the elevator reveling in the sense of helplessness that washed over her. She was so deeply hypnotized, yet none of the other people in the elevator had any idea that they were sharing their ride with a woman in a deep trance. Penny could feel some of the other passengers in the elevator pressed up against her – completely oblivious that the woman whose body they were being forced to touch was, in fact, lost in a hypnotic haze – her thoughts still utterly controlled by the Mistress who had just left her.
As the elevator began to rise, Penny felt the haze around her mind slowly lifting. Gradually, steadily, her own thoughts began to return to her. Eventually, the elevator reached the 14th floor – the “ding” that sounded as the doors opened acting as the final signal to snap Penny completely out of the trance that she had been enraptured in for quite some time now.
Penny felt her face flush as she pushed past the other passengers and entered the floor of her office. Now free to think, the memories of what had happened began to overwhelm her. Her falling into trance again; her telling Mistress Catherine of her dreams and her sexual frustration; her falling deeper and deeper and under Mistress Catherine’s control; her counting down towards release and then experiencing a level of climax that she had never known possible; her feeling of utter bliss afterwards; her satisfaction and pleasure as Mistress led her through public places while she remained in a deep trance – all of these things raced through Penny’s mind, overwhelming her.
She began to walk towards her office as quickly as she could – suddenly becoming painfully aware of what she must look like. She had wiped herself off in Mistress Catherine’s office, but still, the sweat was visible in some places, and her hair was clearly tousled. Plus, she imagined that her cheeks must be rosy with the glow of what had happened, and her thighs were still slick with her own juices. She could also feel her sensitive nipples brushing against her blouse with no bra to protect or hide them. The cold air on her naked sex also made her feel more exposed.
All of this combined to overwhelm Penny – she couldn’t make sense of or process what had just happened to her as long as she was in view of her coworkers – she made a bee-line towards her office – feeling that everyone’s eyes were on her the entire time as they watched this wanton woman who had just submitted to a dominant hypnotist on her lunch-hour try to run her hand through her hair in a futile attempt to disguise her erotic activities.
When she reached her office door she moved quickly past Sandy, suddenly feeling very ashamed that she had let her secretary down in her attempt to protect her from Mistress Catherine. Unable to look her in the eye, she simply said to Sandy, “Please don’t disturb me for a little bit, okay – I’m sorry.”
Penny knew that Sandy wouldn’t know quite what she was sorry for, but the words felt necessary nonetheless. Walking into her office and closing the door, Penny put her hand to her forehead, pushing her hair back slightly as she felt tears welling up in her eyes.
What had she just done?! She had gone to Mistress’s Catherine’s office to tell her to leave her and her secretary alone and instead, she had allowed Mistress Catherine to entrance her – to control her – on a level so deep and consuming that Penny’s conscious mind couldn’t fathom it. She walked to a mirror on the wall of her office and did her best to make herself presentable again, but as she did so she was overwhelmed with the feelings of failure that pressed down on her as she could still see the vestiges of her long, mind-shattering release.
The tears began to trickle down her cheeks as she continued to chastise herself for allowing Mistress Catherine to hypnotize her again. Was there some part of her that really did want it to happen – as Mistress Catherine had insisted? Or was Mistress Catherine really that powerful that she could hypontize a strong and resistant woman? Either way, both she and Sandy seemed unable to resist Mistress Catherine, and that was a frightening thought to Penny now that she didn’t have the haze of trance to subdue her.
Moving to the window behind her desk, Penny looked out at the people below – the people she had just recently moved among while deeply entranced – like a puppet that Mistress Catherine led through the streets to do her bidding. Feeling utterly defeated, Penny flopped down into her chair.
At that moment, she became aware of Mistress’s final command for her: the moment her butt made contact with her chair, she felt a deep, intense orgasm well up inside of her, spreading through her limbs. Whereas she had spent the last three days craving release, this time she tried with all of her willpower to resist the orgasm – to resist Mistress’s control.
But her struggle was futile – the orgasm broke over her, flooding her senses and stimulating her still sensitive body with waves of pleasure. She immediately began struggling to control her voice – not wanting Sandy to hear the moans that threatened to escape from her body. Unlike some of the thrashing, bucking climaxes that she had had recently at Mistress’s command, though, this one was warm, relaxing. This climax was so satisfying; so total in its eventual calming of her sensitive skin and nipples – Penny felt it wash away any lingering sexual frustrations, leaving her already exhausted body completely spent. When it passed, she spent a few moments gasping for air, slowly recovering from what she had so unexpectedly experienced.
And then, she folded her arms on her desk, placed her head between them, and cried – her feelings of ecstasy replaced with deep, sobbing tears that wracked her whole body as she felt a wholly different, but equally intense form of release.