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Snap!

I awoke with a start and opened my eyes to nothing but blackness. There was something lodged in my mouth as well. At first, I was having a hard time remembering where I was or what was happening, but then it all started to come rushing back to me.

I didn’t really remember being hypnotized the first time. I remember Mistress Catherine bringing a slave up on stage and challenging her to resist hypnosis. Then she had started the induction. I remembered how powerful and captivating Mistress Catherine seemed, and something about the situation was turning me on, but this whole place, full of mistresses and slaves had been so erotic that I was pretty turned on to begin with.

But I don’t remember at what point I fell prey to the induction. I was watching everything happen and then, the next thing I knew, I was lying on the floor in Jenny’s arms with Mistress standing over us. I could feel the eyes of the audience boring into me, and I was so incredibly embarrassed. I had been so self-conscious about us being the newbies in this place full of experienced dominants and submissives, and now here I was, lying hypnotized on the floor.

But I was also desperately turned on. I didn’t really know why, at the time, I just knew that I wanted release, but also that I was afraid to show the audience how excited I was. That’s why I was so insistent that Jenny and I were leaving immediately – I wanted to escape the embarrassment, but I also wanted to go home and have my way with Jenny.

But when Mistress took a hold of me and directed all of her power directly on me, I just wilted. My whole body seemed to come alive, and I suddenly felt as though the unease that I had felt with Jenny ever since we had become mistress and slave just dissolved. The more my mind yielded the hotter my body became.

And then, my memories became very vague for a while. I knew that I was carried at one point, and that I had been lain upon something. There were vague sensations and sounds that floated into my mind, but floated out just as easily. Then, Mistress’s voice had penetrated through the fog.

“Open your eyes, Eve.” I was still deeply entranced, but my eyes slowly, weakly slid open and immediately locked onto the pendant that hung there.

“Good girl, Eve. Look at the pendant. Feel it trap your gaze – you know that you cannot look away. The pendant is hypnotic, so powerful – you cannot escape its hypnotic control.”

I knew that this was true. Just as it had trapped me in a hypnotic trance before, it was doing so again, and my already entranced mind could do nothing to resist.

“In fact, the pendant is so powerful that it draws power into itself. Feel that happening now, Eve. Feel your power being pulled out of you, and becoming locked into the pendant. All of your dominance – all of your control – is drifting out of you, and into the pendant. Can you feel that happening?”

“Yeeeessssssss…” It seemed almost like a physical sensation. I was a Mistress, but all of the qualities that that required seemed to be leaving me, and I could see the pendant almost seeming to glow as its own power grew.

“When the pendant has finished its task, when it has drawn all of your power and dominance into itself, there will be no reason for you to look at it anymore, and you will close your eyes.”

Almost immediately, my already half-lidded eyes slipped closed again.

“Good girl. Now, I want to explain a few properties of this pendant to you, Eve. First, it can restore your power to you quite easily. It only has to come in contact with your skin. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.” My voice now sounded so meek and submissive.

“But the pendant requires something of you for sharing its power with you. In exchange for sharing its power with you, you must give up your ability to achieve orgasm. The pendant will allow you to feel as much pleasure as your body and mind can imagine, but you will never feel sexual release as long as the pendant is against your skin. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.” Again, the meekness in my voice was undeniable.

“Good girl.”

A moment later, I felt something being pressed into my hand, and my fingers curled around it.

“You now hold the pendant in your hand, Eve. Feel your power returning – you are once again as dominant as you were when you arrived here tonight.” I could here a few chortles. “But remember, in exchange for that power, you are unable to reach climax. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.” My voice sounded different than it had before, but I was startled by how meek it still sounded. Hadn’t the pendant returned my dominance to me?

Then, I heard Mistress’s snap, and that brought me out of trance. I still remembered all of the suggestions that she had given me, and I gripped the pendant tightly in my hand, afraid of what might happen if I let go of it.

As I regained consciousness, I tried to sit up, but found that I couldn’t move – my body was bound, I was lying on my back in the shape of an “X,” and I could feel my nakedness. I began to panic, and my mind went to Jenny – where was she? Was she bound as well? Or was she hypnotized?

A voice shattered my thoughts, however, and I instantly recognized that voice as belonging to Mistress Catherine.

“Welcome back to the land of the conscious my dear. It’s nice to have you with us again, and I’m sure that you will provide us all with quite a bit of entertainment. Don’t you agree, ladies?”

I heard the audience clap and yell their agreement, and a wave of humiliation crashed over me. This was the first time that Jenny and I had taken our games into a public space, and now here I was, exposed to the entire audience, and utterly helpless.

Hearing Mistress speak, I suddenly felt a wave of indignation – I was a mistress, after all, and though I had felt, and was certainly continuing to feel, arousal as a result of everything that had happened to me, I was also still clinging to my own illusion of power. After all, the pendant was still in my hand, so I was still myself, and I would not allow this Mistress to humiliate me.

I also began to think of Jenny. I knew that she wanted to be dominated and now that I had some time to reflect on what was happening, I feared that I would lose her if my own dominance came into question. Once again, I thought of the pendant in my grasp, and held it as though it were Jenny’s heart – I could not let go.

Still, despite all of my resolve, I couldn’t deny that my sex had grown quite wet, and I could feel the tightness in my nipples.

Mistress Catherine spoke to me once again.

“Let me explain your situation, Eve. You have been placed on a frame that is in the shape of an “X.” You are bound to that frame with bonds on your wrists.” I felt a hand caressing the skin on my inner forearm, and that hand moved up slowly, sensually. I tensed my muscles as I tried to ignore what I presumed to be Mistress Catherine’s touch, and tried in vain to pull away from her as far as my bonds would allow.

Mistress Catherine continued, “Your upper arms are also bound,” now the hand trailed down my side, causing me to shudder, “as is your waist – we can’t have you bucking around too much – your thighs, and your ankles.”

By now, the hand had run the length of my body, and it felt as though it had left a trail of sensation in its wake. Mistress very calmly continued to speak as a soft pair of hands began to caress my cheeks.

“Obviously, you are blindfolded. There is also a ball gag in your mouth, as I don’t want to hear you scream your defiance just yet. But don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to tell the audience what you’re feeling very soon.”

The hands then left me for a moment,

Then, Mistress Catherine spoke in a slightly different tone as she addressed the audience.

“You may have noticed, ladies, that Eve here tried to pull away each time she was touched. She doesn’t yet seem willing to be humbled by all of this, and still seems to believe that she can resist submitting to me. We’ll see if that’s true soon enough. Let’s get her a little warmed up, shall we?”

For a moment, I waited, wondering what was in store for me. I was doing my best to suppress the desire that was building in me, but I had to admit, being so helpless and experiencing Mistress’s power over me was having an effect. Still, I was sure that as long as I still held the pendant, my power to resist Mistress’s charms would see me through. To further strengthen my resolve, I pictured Jenny – how dependent she was on me, and how important it was that I resist so that she and I could leave this place together.

Suddenly, my thoughts were shattered as a new sensation came upon me. Something light and ticklish danced across the bottom of my foot, causing my whole body to tense immediately. It was a feather! As suddenly as it had appeared it was gone.

Then it returned, this time on my side, lingering and causing me to laugh despite my best efforts to appear unfazed. It traveled up and down my ribs and stomach, torturing me with its tickling sensation, but also making my skin more sensitive – more hungry for a firmer, more insistent touch.

Then, it was gone.

Without warning, the feather appeared on my wrist, and swept down my arm, only to dance over my collar bone and play across my neck. I forgot myself for a moment and tossed my head from side to side, trying to escape the feather’s influence. For a moment, the feather almost caused me to forget about the pendant, and my hand started to relax, but at the last moment, I regained focus and held it once again. Then, the feather retreated.

By now, my body was dripping with sweat, and my chest was heaving, both from the effort of struggling in my bonds to escape the feather, and with the arousal that I couldn’t deny was pushing more and more to the surface of my thoughts despite my efforts to ignore it.

I laid like that for a while, trying to catch my breath, assuming that the feather’s onslaught was over. But then, it returned – this time on my breasts. It moved back and forth between them, dancing over the sensitive skin, but always staying tantalizingly close to but never in contact with each of my rock hard nipples.

I could feel myself starting to lose control, as I began thrusting my breasts towards the feather, trying to get it to come in contact with my desperately sensitive nipples, but it always stayed just out of reach, driving me wild. Before I was even aware of it happening, a moan of frustration escaped from behind my ball gag. The feather immediately disappeared, replaced with Mistress Catherine’s voice.

“There, I think that’s enough of the feather. Hold onto that pendant, now Eve. We wouldn’t want you to lose control!”

I could hear the mockery in her voice, as well as the snickers in the audience as I once again tightened my grip on the pendant. I was furious with myself for my momentary loss of control – thrusting my breasts towards the feather was bad enough, but moaning was an inexcusable concession to Mistress Catherine and her power over me. Once again, I thought about Jenny – about how much she needed me to resist Mistress Catherine’s teasing. She spoke once again.

“Take a few breaths, Eve, but listen very carefully – this is important.” As she said this, I could feel a hand on my sex, running through my pubic hair. It wasn’t exactly a gentle or even erotic touch, but still, the stimulation was getting to me in my sensitive state. “I am afraid that you are going to have to lose your pubic hair, and I’m going to need you to remain very still so that you don’t get cut, okay?”

I refused to respond, but I knew that I would do as she asked – after all, getting cut wouldn’t do anything to help my situation.

After a few more pulls of my hair, I felt scissors snipping away most of it. Then cream was being applied. Finally, I felt the razor, scraping the remaining hairs away. She was very thorough, and when she was finished, I felt completely naked, and completely exposed. The air on my hairless sex alone was enough to drive the sensitive skin wild, and controlling my moans was becoming more and more difficult.

A warm, wet towel was placed over my sex, and that soothed me for a moment as it wiped away the remaining cream. Then, I felt warm oil being liberally applied to my sex, and the hand guided it into every fold of my vagina, rubbing my lips and brushing over my clitoris.

This was more than I could handle. A moan raced out of my throat before I could stop it and, as if on their own accord, my hips thrust down, trying to bring the hands into more direct contact with my sex. But the hands moved away before I could feel any real stimulation on my hungry sex.

Mistress resumed her mockery.

“Could it be that our defiant little mistress here is on the verge of losing control? Let’s see how she fares with a little direct stimulation. I have a few hypnotized slaves here who would like a go at breaking through your… steely… resolve.” Once again, I heard snickers from the audience.

Bracing myself, I gripped the pendant as tightly as I could, trying desperately to draw on its strength as I prepared for the assault on my sex that I knew was to come.

But it wasn’t my sex that first felt sensation – a mouth closed over one of my breasts, sucking hard on it, while the tongue stimulated my nipple. I was so unprepared for the feeling that it shattered my focus, and I immediately let out a desperate, yearning moan that reverberated around the gag in my mouth.

When another mouth claimed my other breast, I gave up all pretense of control and began thrashing in my bonds. My head was moving from side to side as the feelings of arousal took over my body, and my hips were gyrating wildly despite the straps across my waist and thighs.

Then, a third mouth began kissing my cheeks and chin, moving its way down my neck. For several moments, the kisses floated around different parts of my sweat covered body, and a pair of hands expertly caressed and stroked my sensitive skin, drawing my arousal to the surface – making me more desperate for release.

Finally, a fourth mouth descended on my sex, sucking and licking the sensitive area, and paying special attention to my clitoris. I was simply beside myself with desire. I was moaning uncontrollably now, as my entire body was alive with sexual lust and need. The four mouths that were servicing me were relentless, and I knew that I could do nothing to escape them.

But as wild as they were able to make me; as full of lust as I had become; as slavish as I was to my need for release, I felt no release – I knew that no matter how intense the pleasure became, as long as the pendant was pressed in my hand, I would not cum.

For the first time, I considered letting go of the pendant. But then, Jenny’s image floated across my mind. I loved her so much, and giving in would mean admitting that I wasn’t the dominant mistress that she desired. I couldn’t give up on her, no matter how desperate I became.

Then, without warning, it all stopped. All of the sensations ceased, and all I could hear in their aftermath were my own moans and ragged breaths, and Mistress Catherine’s voice.

“Well now ladies, I think Eve here is pretty close to giving in. She’s lost all control of her body – and it won’t be long before she has lost all control, period. Let’s hear what she has to say.”

I felt a hand behind my head, and the ball gag was removed from my mouth. As it came out, Mistress asked me a question.

“Now Eve, tell me, what is it that you want right now?”

I was still so overcome with my lust and arousal that all I could do was moan desperately.

“Now Eve, that won’t do. You must answer me when I ask you a question. What is it that you want more than anything right now.”

Still, only moans escaped from my lips.

“Perhaps I’ve driven you too far – I see that you need something to bring you back from your arousal a bit.”

Suddenly, I felt a pain in one nipple.

“That is a nipple clamp, my dear, and you will wear it as a reminder that you must answer me when I ask you a question.”

Sure enough, the pain radiating out of my nipple brought a clarity back to my mind, even though the sensation in my nipple was matched with a whole new wave of arousal in my sex. Through my gasps, I responded.

“I… please… no… I have to… protect… Jenny…”

“That is quite beautiful, my dear. But that isn’t an answer to my question. I warned you that you must answer.”

The other nipple now felt the agony of a nipple clamp. I thrust my chest into the air, trying to escape the pain, but the clamps were unyielding.

“Now, my dear. Just answer my question. What do you want right now?”

I gave in. I screamed, for all to hear: “I want to cum!”

“Well, my dear, you know what you have to do to make that happen. Let go of the pendant. Only when you let go of it can your body achieve release.”

Suddenly, stimulation returned to my sex, as a skilled mouth began licking and sucking me to new heights. I was so aroused, so desperately turned on, that it almost felt as though I were achieving orgasm – as though this was a new level of pleasure beyond anything I had experienced before – and yet I knew that, if I just let go of the pendant, I would reach a climax that transcended even what I was feeling now.

I wanted to let go so badly. I had given up all pretense of control. I wanted to cum – I wanted to give in. Mistress had driven me wild – made me so desperately aroused – more so than I had ever been. Before we began engaging in dominance and submission, the sex I had with Jenny was fantastic, and moved me on an emotional level that nothing could ever match. But on a raw physical level, Mistress Catherine was making me feel something I didn’t know was possible. I wanted more – I wanted her to dominate me. I wasn’t a mistress, and deep down, I had always known it. I wanted to be a slave. I wanted to be Mistress’s slave. I wanted her to bring me to this crest again and again, and I wanted to go over the edge. I wanted to plunge into the abyss of pleasure that she could bring.

But I loved Jenny. For that reason, and that reason alone, I held onto the pendant with every last ounce of willpower that I had. I realized now that the power that the pendant held was negligible – that it only allowed me to access my own dominance, which was something I had never really had. But I also knew that if I dropped it, that if I allowed myself to cum, then I would belong to Mistress Catherine, and I could no longer be Jenny’s mistress.

Moaning frantically, with my body quivering in my bonds, I refused to let go. Over my screams of passion, I could just make out Mistress’s words as she spoke to me again.

“You know what you must do. Let go, Eve.”

Somehow, I managed a reply.

“I can’t. I love Jenny – I can’t be without her!”

Even as I said it, I felt my resolve starting to weaken just a bit. Still, I held on.

“My dear girl – that really is quite touching, to know how much you love Jenny. That love must run quite deep to allow a submissive little slut like you to resist giving in to this pleasure. And rest assured, Jenny is equally devoted to you. Love that deep is quite rare, and I would never want to do anything to damage it. So, what if I told you that you could be with Jenny now?”

“Please! Please!!”

I knew that if I saw her, that would give me strength. If was able to look upon the woman I loved, I would never give in.

Suddenly, the stimulation of my sex stopped, and I felt something glass against my chest, which then trailed down my heaving stomach until it was near my sex.

“Would you allow your ass to be filled with this butt plug if I let you see Jenny?”

“Yes!!”

“Then tell me that you want it.”

“Yes, please!! Please fill my asshole with your butt plug!!!”

The glass plug rubbed against my sex for moment, gathering its juices, then I felt it against my anus. With an insistent push, it slowly entered me. I could feel myself expanding to accept it – taking it inside me – making me feel fuller than I ever had.

The tonguing of my sex resumed, and now a pair of fingers entered me as well. Those fingers pressed into my sex, and combined with the plug in my ass to take me to yet another plane of arousal that I didn’t know existed. My body was in almost complete control of me at that moment – the only remaining part of me that my mind controlled was the love I had for Jenny – a love that kept my hand clinging to the pendant.

Mistress spoke again.

“Tell me, Eve, loud and clear – who has brought you to this point? Who has made you feel this passion – this lust – this desire?”

I was afraid that she was going back on her word – that she wouldn’t let me see Jenny. Still, at this point, I could do nothing but answer her.

“You, Mistress! You make me feel so good!!”

“No, Eve. Someone else has been doing all of these things to your helpless body. Look!”

With that, a hand pulled off my blindfold. I looked down and saw, between my legs, the most erotic sight I had ever witnessed. Three slaves, including the one that had joined Mistress on stage what seemed like ages ago, stood at my feet – their blank looks making it clear that they were hypnotized. And between my legs, with a blank, hypnotized, helpless look, was Jenny, frantically licking my clitoris while plunging two fingers into my sex.

“That’s right, Eve, Jenny is my hypnoslave, and it she who has been so insistently breaking down your resistance. You can join her. The two of you will be my slaves together!”

A new sensation joined the arousal that I was feeling – one of pure joy. I could drop the pendant. I was free! Free to be with Jenny. Free of burden of being a dominant. Free to be submissive.

Submissive. As that word rang through my mind, I held onto the pendant for a moment longer. I was Mistress’s to command, and as such needed her permission to proceed. I knew what I must do.

“May I cum, Mistress?”

Mistress’s face was suddenly covered in a wide, deep smile.

“Good girl – you are taking to this quite quickly. Yes, you may cum.”

At long last, I opened my palm and felt the pendant roll off of my fingers.

As I did so, I felt only one change – my dominance was already gone, and most of it had been an illusion anyway. The only change I felt, was that my body was suddenly able to feel release.

And with that freedom came an explosion of sensation that rocked my entire being. I stared at the hypnotic, submissive tableau before me for just a moment more, then tipped my head back, thrust my chest into the air, pulled my knees towards me as far as my bonds would allow, tensed every muscle in my body, and let loose with a deep, wild, animalistic wail of orgasmic bliss that reverberated off of every inch of that large room.

I had gone over the edge and plunged into an abyss of pleasure that engulfed me entirely. I could hear wild applause from the audience as I climaxed over and over again – each orgasm seeming more intense than the last. Sweat was pouring off of my body and the straps holding me to the table were the only thing keeping me from flailing myself right off of the table onto the floor. I came again, and again, and again, riding each wave of release to a new shore of ecstasy.

The pleasure seemed to have no end, and I reveled in each moment of it. Every nerve ending in my body, and every synapse of my brain was awash in erotic rapture – I had lost all sense of myself. I was simply pleasure. I was simply orgasm. Stars filled my vision, and each of those lights that filled my vision was another climax – another release.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity of pleasure, my vision cleared, and my breathing slowed. As I came down from the precipice of my lust, I looked up and my eyes immediately locked on to the spinning, glittering, dazzling pendant. Mistress’s voice filled my ears and my mind.

“Yes, watch the pendant. In your hand, it was weak, powerless. But in mine, it shines with power. You have submitted me, now submit to my trance. Watch the pendant, and let it take you down, down, down, into hypnosis. You’ve already let go of so much. Now let go of your thoughts. Let go of your mind. Sleep… sleep… sleep…”

I felt my sex still spasming around Jenny’s now still fingers as I surrendered completely to my Mistress’s hypnosis…