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Snap!

Penny blinked twice as consciousness returned. Her body still tingled from the eruption of pleasure that had overtaken her before she went into trance. Her sex ached from all of the orgasms that Mistress had ripped from her body, and all of her muscles felt completely exhausted.

Her nipples still ached as well, and Penny realized that the nipple clamps were still on them. It seemed that they throbbed with each beat of her pulse.

Still, Penny felt wonderful. She was sexually spent, and a feeling of bliss and relaxation had taken her entire being.

As awareness continued to return, she realized that she was no longer on the sybian, but was kneeling on the stage with Mistress standing before her. She noticed that she was free of the hypnotic bondage that had kept her hands trapped behind her back, but nevertheless, she kept her arms crossed behind her in deference to Mistress.

The altar was gone, and Sandy was nowhere to be seen, but the stage was still only lit with candlelight. This reminded Penny of the treatment that she had just endured, and she became aware, once again, of the wax on her breasts and chest, all of which had now hardened and some of which had flaked off of her skin.

Penny knew that she hadn’t been hypnotized for too long, as neither the sweat on her body nor the sexual secretions on her face had dried. That, combined with the oil that still adorned her body gave her an erotic glow as she knelt on stage, the audience continuing to stare at her.

“Did you enjoy that?” Mistress once again claimed Penny’s attention.

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

“Show me how much you appreciated that.”

Mistress stepped one of her feet forward and Penny instantly knew what she was supposed to do. She kept her arms crossed behind her as she leaned her body forward until her mouth was just above Mistress’s heeled foot. Without any hesitation, she kissed Mistress’s foot and licked the leather of her heeled shoe.

Penny continued to worship Mistress’s foot for quite some time, occasionally stopping her ministrations to whisper, “Thank you, Mistress.”

Eventually, Mistress commanded her to stop, and Penny resumed her kneeling position, her eyes cast towards the floor in a sign of submission.

“Would you like to have experiences like that in the future?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Look at me.” Penny obeyed.

When she looked up she saw that Mistress was now holding something in her hands. When she offered it to Penny’s gaze, Penny realized what it was: a collar! Was she about to become a slave, like Sandy? Was that what she wanted? Penny’s mind began to race as she tried to sort out the complicated feelings that began swirling in her brain.

Mistress broke her concentration.

“This is a slave collar. If I deem you worthy of it, and if you accept it, it will be a symbol of your slavery to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Penny continued to try to sort out what she was feeling. As much as her sex ached from all of the stimulation it had received, she still felt it quiver in arousal at the thought of submitting to Mistress. But once again, there was an odd anxiety that flared up in the back of her mind – that same anxiety that she had felt a lot in the last few days, but couldn’t quite identify.

“Do you want to become my slave, Penny?”

Penny knew that she had to answer now, that hesitation was not an option. She decided not to think about it anymore, but to simply answer – to let whatever response naturally came out of her be her response – she would be as eager to learn her response as anyone in the room.

Following a single inhaled breath, Penny answered.

“Yes, Mistress, I want to be your slave.”

A tear escaped Penny’s eye as she said that. She couldn’t tell if it was a tear of joy or a tear of fear, as both of those emotions were swirling frantically inside of her.

“Why do you want to be my slave?”

Penny was unable to answer this question as quickly as she had the previous one. Her emotions seemed to be pulling her in two different directions, and she was doing all that she could to reconcile them and to arrive at a satisfactory response.

She thought back over the previous week – to the transformation that had taken place. This time last week she had been skeptical of Mistress, and had wanted to protect Sandy from her. She had gone into trance that time against her conscious will. The same had happened on Monday when she had attempted to confront Mistress in order to protect Sandy.

But then, on Thursday, Penny had had a breakthrough. She had realized that she had given in to those trances for a reason: she put too much pressure on herself and sometimes needed to let someone else take on responsibility, to alleviate some of her burden. Tonight, she had learned that same lesson – she had stopped trying to protect Sandy, because she realized that Sandy could take care of herself, and in doing so, Penny freed herself to enjoy the release that had left her in the state of bliss in which she now found herself.

Penny began to think that she had figured out the answer. She believed that it was in her nature to be a strong woman in control, and that nature sometimes needed a break. She had been so productive since Mistress’s visit on Thursday because Mistress had given her the necessary release to refocus and find her true, controlled self.

But why had she not realized that Sandy didn’t need her protection earlier? Why did she feel so compelled to take on that responsibility – a responsibility that didn’t even need taking on?

Penny didn’t know the answer to that question, but felt that it wasn’t important to the current situation. She looked up at Mistress and, with confidence, gave her answer.

“I want to be your slave, because I have realized that my natural inclination to be in control and to take on responsibilities leaves me drained. I need to occasionally let go, and to allow someone else to be in control.”

Even as the words left her mouth, Penny realized that something about them wasn’t right. Mistress confirmed this feeling with her own response.

“Penny, you disappoint me. When you figure yourself out, I will consider making you my slave. But until then… sleep!”

Penny’s eyes closed and the last thing she was aware of was collapsing sideways onto the floor without anyone there to catch her…

Penny awoke to find herself back in her own apartment. She didn’t remember anything that had happened since Mistress had rejected her, and had no idea how she had gotten home. She was naked and realized, with a groan, that she still wore the nipple clamps. She could still feel wax on her chest and Sandy’s juices had dried on her face.

She glanced at the full length mirror on her bathroom door and realized that she was a complete mess. Parts of her were still coated in oil, but it had apparently rubbed off of other parts of her. Sweat and sexual secretions, both Sandy’s and her own, had dried on her skin, as had the sweat that had covered her body. Her hair was hopelessly tousled, and her breasts and chests were covered in small bits of wax. And, of course, her nipples were still trapped between the teeth of two nipple clamps with a chain dangling menacingly between them.

Seeing herself in this state brought everything back, and Penny immediately burst into tears. Why had Mistress rejected her? Why was Penny’s answer not pleasing to her?

She had asked to be Mistress’s slave. She had given Sandy up in sacrifice. She had realized how wrong she had been to try to keep Mistress away from Sandy. What else did she have to prove?

And how had she ever let herself get to this point in the first place? Just a week ago, she had been a strong, together, professional woman. She was respected and successful. Now, she was crying in her room, a disheveled mess, terrified that she had let down a dominant hypnotist that she wanted to enslave her!

Perhaps it was for the best that Mistress had rejected her. Perhaps she had let herself get caught up in this a bit too much. She had learned a few things about herself – about her need to let go; to let others take control sometimes. She could make use of those lessons without Mistress.

As Penny tried to get her emotions under control, she defiantly reached down to the nipple clamps and pulled them off of her agonized nipples.

As the blood returned to the sensitive buds the pain that washed through them was excruciating. Penny doubled over on her bed, the pain causing the tears to spill out of her once again.

But at the same time, that pain turned her on. The pain she was feeling was caused by Mistress, and that thought, far more than the physical pain in her nipples, overwhelmed Penny. As the throbbing started to subside, Penny frantically grabbed her nipples and pinched them as hard as she could, desperate for the sensations to continue; desperate to continue to feel Mistress’s dominance over her.

Wracked by confusion, unable to understand why she wanted so badly to submit to Mistress, Penny simply broke down in tears, the sobs nearly causing her body to quiver as violently as the orgasms that she had felt earlier in the night. Penny continued to sob and cry until eventually she fell into a deep and exhausted sleep. Her body was still covered in oil, sweat, and secretions, and her breasts were still encrusted with cooled wax. But she slept deeply and soundly.

The nipple clamps remained lying on the bed next to her throughout the night.