Consensual Consequences
Sandy – The Next Morning
When Sandy awoke the next morning, she felt as though she might burst from the level of happiness that was filling her. She was lying in a soft, comfortable bed, completely naked except for her collar, which was chained to a bolt in the wall. Still, there was enough slack in the chain for her to be comfortable, and even to move around in the large bed. She even had enough slack to get to the small toilet that she discovered right next to the bed.
Sandy looked around her surroundings, and found herself in a sort of dungeon – but it was a dungeon that flew in the face of every stereo-typical dungeon that she had ever heard about or imagined. The walls were all a bright, brilliant white, as were the sheets and covers of her bed. The room had warm, inviting hardwood floors, and there was large window on the far wall, through which the sun was shining, filling the room with a radiant light.
But despite these lovely surroundings – the reminders of Sandy’s captivity were abundant. In addition to the bolt in the wall that her chain was currently attached to, there were other bolts at various places throughout the room, as well as a set of shackles in one wall. Covering the window was a set of thick bars, and the door, which was in another wall, was large, made of metal, and sealed tightly, so that no air or light (or slave girl) could escape through it.
And on another wall was a large spiral. Currently, it was still, but Sandy could just imagine waking up and immediately dropping into trance as the disk went into motion, forcing her to submit to her Mistress’s hypnosis before she was even collected for the day’s (or night’s) activities. Just the thought of all of this caused Sandy’s sore sex to flare to life.
As it did so, the memories of the previous night came rushing back to her. Everything that had happened had been so amazing and filled her with absolute rapture. She had submitted so completely to Mistress when she accepted her collar, but as Penny had offered her as a sacrifice to Mistress’s dominance, Sandy had felt something even deeper. She was more than simply a submissive slave to her dominant Mistress, she was a vessel of submission, channeling it and allowing others, even women as strong as Penny, to let go and find the submission that they craved.
As she thought about this, Sandy found herself smiling from ear to ear – and she found her sex getting wet and her nipples standing at attention. She did not consider touching herself since her pleasure belonged only to her Mistress, but she knew that if she did, it would probably be unpleasant anyway. The length and intensity of her release the previous night had put her body through so much that she was now quite sore, and her sex, even all these hours after her time on the altar, was still incredibly sensitive.
To take her mind off of the wetness in her sex, Sandy decided to get out of bed and use the toilet. As she slid from underneath the sheets, she realized how good her skin felt. She could see a few lasting welts from the flogging she had received, and her skin was very tender where the hot wax had fallen on it, but since then she had been expertly tended to. She could tell that she had been bathed, and that her skin felt soft and silky smooth. Similarly, her hair was clean and it, too felt soft and luxurious.
When she had finished going to the bathroom, Sandy climbed back into bed and closed her eyes, simply letting the feeling of completeness and joy wash over her.
After a few minutes, a sound brought her mind back to her surroundings, and Sandy opened her eyes to see the door opening. Once the door had opened, Sandy saw Jenny striding in, wearing her maid’s outfit, which left both her sex and her breasts completely exposed, a set of heels, and, of course, her collar. In her arms was a tray holding an inviting breakfast.
“You must eat quickly,” Jenny said, as she handed the tray to Sandy, “Mistress allowed you to sleep in, but there is still much to do.”
Sandy thankfully took the tray and began to eat. Between mouthfuls, she looked at Jenny and asked, “What time is it?”
“That is not important – you will follow Mistress’s schedule.”
Feeling chastened, Sandy ate in silence for a while. Jenny stood next to her without speaking the entire time. When she had finished her breakfast, Sandy simply sat still on the bed, not sure what she was supposed to do next.
Jenny picked up the tray and expertly balanced it in one hand before declaring, “You are to follow me.”
With that, Jenny attached a leash to Sandy’s collar, and led her, naked, out of the room.
Sandy followed Jenny out of the room and down the hall. As they walked through the house, Sandy was struck at just how large and how opulent it was. There were beautiful pieces of art hanging throughout the house, and had she not been led through the house on a leash, she would have loved to stop and admire them.
After a few twists and turns through Mistress’s mansion, they arrived in a large kitchen – a kitchen filled with dirty dishes from the night before.
“We must get to work – you can rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.”
Sandy didn’t question Jenny’s commands – she was Mistress’s slave, and she would obey.
They worked in silence for a while before Sandy finally built up the courage to ask Jenny a question.
“Are we allowed to talk while we do this.”
“Yes. If Mistress wishes us to be silent while we work, she will make sure that we are gagged.”
“Then can I ask you something?”
“Of course. Although I can’t guarantee that I am allowed to answer.”
“Do you live here all the time?”
“Yes. Eve and I are both Mistress’s live-in slaves.”
“But Eve works at Mistress’s office.”
“Yes, but when the workday is finished, she comes here. I sometimes wonder what Mistress’s psychiatric patients would think if they knew that her beautiful receptionist went home with her and was her live-in hypno slave.”
Sandy blushed deeply as she thought about what she and Penny had experienced together – things that no one at the office could ever guess.
“So do you have a job?” Sandy asked.
“No, I take care of the house and prepare meals while Mistress and Eve are at work. And I work on my art.”
“Are those your pieces that are hanging in the hallway?”
“Yes.”
“They’re amazing.”
“Thank you. They would be impossible, though, if not for Mistress.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll understand in due time.”
“Are you ever jealous of Eve?”
“Jealous? Never. I love her.”
“What?”
“Mistress dominates me in a way that I crave. If I wasn’t able to submit to her, I would be deeply unhappy, and I find my life here with her incredibly fulfilling. But my heart belongs to Eve.”
“Does Mistress know this?”
“Oh yes, I actually think that’s a big part of the reason that she felt comfortable having us live with her – she knew that we would never be jealous of her relationships with other women, and with other slaves, because Eve and I would always have each other.”
“So the two of you were together before you met Mistress?”
“Yes, we were in love before we ever met Mistress.”
“And being with Mistress didn’t hurt your relationship?”
“Quite the contrary, Mistress saved our relationship.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Would you like to hear our story?”
“Absolutely!”
“Okay, don’t let this distract you from your work, though, okay – we need to get these dishes done in time to make lunch for Mistress…”