Consensual Consequences
Jenny – Discovery
by Clare de Luna
When we arrived at the club, we were both pretty stunned by what we saw. We had been engaging in our dominant/submissive roles for a few years, and had tried a variety of things, but we had never even come close to going as far as some of the people that we saw there. Many of the slaves were completely naked, and in various states of bondage, and there were spankings and other punishments taking place all around us. One woman was using the hot wax from the candle at her table to torment her slave’s breasts, and another was using a crop directly on her slave’s nipples.
The more I took in, the more aroused I became. Things had been pretty stale between Eve and I for the last few weeks, but this scene was stirring all of the old passion. I really wanted Eve to take me into one of the booths and do to me what these other mistresses were doing to their slaves.
I could tell that all of it was having an effect on Eve as well. Her face had taken on the aroused look that I had come to know so well, and I could tell that her face was a bit flushed. We were both utterly spellbound, and eager to know what else we would see that night.
As we walked through the club, we got a lot of leering looks as the various women sized up the newcomers. Our clothes were far more conservative than almost everyone else’s: Eve wore a black leather corset and a jacket, along with some leather pants, and I was in a revealing mini-skirt and a similar corset – although I didn’t have the jacket to cover any parts of me that might be showing. I was wearing my collar, but noticed that I might be the only slave in the club that wasn’t being led around by a leash. Instead, I entered next to Eve, and we held hands as we moved through the erotic scene before us.
Eventually, we found a seat fairly close to the stage. I was curious to find out what Mistress would do with me now that we could sit, but she simply took her seat and had me kneel next to her. I knelt, but didn’t put my hands behind my back – hoping that my bad behavior would inspire her to punish me.
Eve was too distracted to notice. She was looking around the club with wide eyes, clearly amazed by the various acts that were taking place around us. I followed her eyes and noticed that she was staring at a woman in a large booth who was sitting with her legs spread. At her feet were two slaves, one worshipping her feet while the other was servicing her sex. The woman held a crop that she would occasionally, almost absent-mindedly, use to spur on her slaves. Most of her attention, though, was directed at another mistress who was standing by the booth engaging in a conversation while her own slave stood a few steps behind her on a leash.
Eve and I continued to look around, our arousal growing, trying to take it all in, when suddenly, the lights went down and we could hear the hustle of people taking their seats. The show was about to begin!
The entire room was dark, although there was still enough light to make out individuals in the crowd if I looked hard enough. A spotlight appeared on the stage, but it remained empty. Then, as if materializing out of the darkness, Mistress Catherine stepped into the light.
She was so tall and commanding, and so clearly full of confidence, that just the sight of her took my breath away. I was in love with Eve, and had never had any thoughts of cheating on her, but something about this woman caused my sex to throb with arousal. I didn’t necessarily want to have sex with Mistress Catherine, I just found her so magnetic – I was simply drawn to her in a way that I had never experienced before – not even with Eve.
Mistress Catherine didn’t speak for quite some time – she just looked out at the audience with those dark, entrancing eyes while grinning slightly. She was wearing a beautiful black dress, and around her neck was a long chain, at the end of which was a small crystal pendant that glinted enticingly in the light. Finally, she broke the silence.
“Welcome ladies. I want to thank you all for coming tonight, and I want to thank the owners of the club for inviting me. I hope you enjoy what I am going to show you. Tonight, I will be demonstrating the power of hypnosis. Given all of your proclivities, I’m sure that you will appreciate the potential that comes from the power to control someone’s mind, as well as the level of submission required for someone to yield that control.”
Mistress Catherine paused for a moment as her eyes swept slowly over the audience. As her gaze passed over me I felt as though everyone else in the room simply ceased to exist. I immediately crossed my arms behind my back, and assumed my proper pose – it somehow didn’t feel right to be lax in my duties while under her gaze.
Mistress Catherine’s gaze passed away from me very quickly, and briefly flitted over Eve, who visibly jerked at the sensation of my Mistress Catherine’s stare. I watched as several other women had similar reactions as the hypnotist’s eyes continued to scan the crowd.
Her survey complete, Mistress Catherine spoke once again.
“Tonight, I wanted to demonstrate the power of hypnosis on a subject who has never experienced it before. Mistress Diana, whom many of you know, has been kind enough to let me use one of her slaves for this purpose. Diana, will you bring slave Linda to me now?”
I looked over and saw that the woman that Eve had been watching earlier was now leading one of her slaves towards the stage. When she reached the stage, she handed the leash to Mistress Catherine, who then guided the slave to the middle of the stage.
“Kneel,” Mistress Catherine said, and the slave obeyed immediately, adopting a perfectly submissive posture.
“Now, contrary to what some believe, it is impossible to hypnotize someone completely against her will. However, what a person thinks that she wants, and what she actually wants, are often not the same. That is what I would like to demonstrate tonight.”
With that, Mistress Catherine walked behind slave Linda, while gently stroking the girl’s face. The slave closed her eyes and sighed, clearly aroused by the situation.
“Given slave Linda’s submissive nature, though, this might be hard to demonstrate – it is quite clear that she is ready to succumb to me at any moment. As many of you know, Mistress Diana has trained her quite well, wouldn’t you agree?”
Several women in the audience spoke out in confirmation of Mistress Catherine’s statement.
“And slave Linda is utterly and completely devoted to Mistress Diana, isn’t that right?”
Again, the crowd affirmed her statement.
“Well then, let us perform an experiment. Mistress Diana, would you please command your slave to resist my hypnosis?”
“Certainly,” Mistress Diana responded. Then, looking directly at her slave, she commanded in a powerful voice, “Slave, I do not want you to become hypnotized. You are to follow Mistress Catherine’s commands, but do not let yourself fall into hypnosis. If you fail, and allow her to hypnotize you, I will punish you harshly. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” the girl meekly replied. There was a confidence in her voice, though, as the slave seemed to feed off of her Mistress’s power. Her erect nipples betrayed her arousal at being on the stage and at the mercy of Mistress Catherine, but still, her Mistress’s command also gave her an air of defiance.
With the challenge now in place, Mistress Diana returned to her seat, and Mistress Catherine resumed her demonstration.
“Have any of you known slave Linda to disobey her Mistress before?”
Some women in the audience quickly responded “No.”
“Well, let’s see if I can change that.”
With that, Mistress Catherine removed the chain from her neck, and held it well above slave Linda’s head, where the submissive woman couldn’t see it. As she allowed the pendant to steady itself on the chain, Mistress Catherine spoke.
“Now, slave, I want you to take a deep breath in. Then let it let. Then in… then out… then in… then out… It is so relaxing… just breathing in… and out… and in… and out…”
Each time Mistress Catherine said these words, the slave obeyed – her chest rose and fell, her beautiful breasts, with their rock hard nipples, moved slightly with each breath. My own nipples began to grow hard, as well, as I felt myself responding to Mistress’s power – her strength was apparent with every word she spoke…
“Then in… then out… then in… then out…”
The slave couldn’t see the pendant, but those of us in the audience could. I tore my eyes reluctantly from the breasts of the beautiful slave on stage, and looked at the pendant, hanging still, high above the slave’s head. I tried to imagine what it must feel like to be on the stage – to be there, with that strong, dominant woman, unable to see the pendant. Just breathing… and relaxing…
“Then in… then out… then in… then out…”
I noticed that my own breaths had started to follow that pattern, in… then out… then in… then out… and Mistress Catherine was right – it was very relaxing… especially when I stared at the pendant…
My eyes followed the pendant as Mistress Catherine started to lower it, slowly, down, until it eventually was just in front of the slave’s face. I could see her gasp slightly as the glittering crystal came into her line of sight. The spotlight struck the pendant, causing it to flash in a myriad of colors, all moving, all enticing.
Mistress Catherine was speaking again...
“Your breathing will continue… in… then out… then in… then out… I don’t need to instruct you… it will simply happen… in… then out… then in… then out… You will do it without thinking… because all of your thoughts will now focus on the pendant…”
I stopped thinking about my own breath. I was sure that it was still in sync with the breathing of the slave on stage as I continued to envy her, but there was no need to think about it anymore. It was relaxing, and it would continue to happen without my thinking about it. There was no reason to think about it.
There was reason, though, to look at the pendant. It was just so beautiful – it was an extension of Mistress Catherine; of her beauty; of her strength; of her power…
“The pendant will hold your attention as you stare at it. The pendant might put you into trance if you aren’t careful, you’ll have to watch it very closely so that it can’t catch you off guard…”
For just a moment I could see the slave’s eyes seem to take on a new resolve as they stared at the pendant, determined not to let it trap them. But I only saw this for a moment, since I, too, felt that I should stare at the pendant quite closely. After all, I was breathing in… and out… and in… and out… in a steady rhythm, and this was quite relaxing. If I wasn’t careful, I might slip into trance. The pendant might put me in trance if I didn’t keep a close eye on it. So I stopped paying attention to the slave, and instead focused on the pendant.
It began to sway.
“Keep your eyes on the pendant. Don’t let it escape your sight. You must watch it, to make sure that it isn’t putting you into trance. Just watch it as it starts to try to elude your gaze. Watch it as it sways back… and forth… and back… and forth…”
I was watching it very closely. My breathing had relaxed me so much that I felt that I might slip into trance. I might get to feel Mistress Catherine’s power – to be enraptured in her dominance… in her control…
“Back and forth… watch it… you can’t look away… it will hypnotize you if you look away… and you must resist… you must not let it hypnotize you…”
I had completely forgotten about the slave on stage. I was simply feeling Mistress Catherine’s will wash over me. I couldn’t remember why I wasn’t supposed to let it hypnotize me, but Mistress Catherine was commanding that I resist, so I did.
I stared at the pendant as it swung back… and forth… and back…and forth…
“And as it swings back and forth… and back… and forth… you might find yourself wanting to look away… wanting to fall into hypnosis… because you are so relaxed… and it would feel so good to sleep… to let go… and to sleep…”
I was relaxed… and sleepy. It would feel good to look away. Then I could be hypnotized. But I had to resist… so I had to keep staring at the pendant…
“But you must resist… no matter how sleepy you feel… no matter how heavy your eyes become… no matter how hard it becomes to keep them open…”
It was hard. I was so sleepy, and staring at the pendant to make sure it didn’t hypnotize me was becoming so hard.
“So hard to keep your eyes open… in fact, as you blink, you might find it hard to open your eyes again… but you must… you must watch the pendant…”
It was true – as I blinked, my eyes struggled to open again. For just a few moments, my eyes were closed, but as Mistress Catherine continued to speak, I forced them open again. I forced myself to watch the pendant…
“But you are too late… you closed your eyes for too long… you didn’t watch the pendant… you didn’t make sure that it didn’t hypnotize you… and it has… it has hypnotized you…”
I knew that that was true. For just a few moments, I hadn’t been staring at it, and that was all the time it needed. Now it had me. Now I was hypnotized.
“Yes, the pendant has hypnotized you, so you must continue to stare at it. You cannot look away from it…”
I was confused for a moment. After all, I thought I had to look at the pendant to avoid hypnosis. But that was before I had let it hypnotize me.
“You must continue to stare at the pendant through your sleepy, heavy eyes… you must stare because you are hypnotized… but you were supposed to resist… you must still try to resist… but you feel so heavy… so tired and heavy…”
I was going deeper. I was staring at the pendant, which had stopped swaying, and was now perfectly still as the light refracted off of it brilliantly, dazzlingly.
“But now part of you is feeling lighter... your right hand is suddenly feeling very light… hypnosis is making your eyes so heavy, but your right hand feels light…”
My right hand did feel much lighter.
“Yes, your eyes are so heavy, but your hand is so light… hypnosis is making your eyes so heavy… but you must resist… you must focus on the lightness of your hand… as though several balloons are tied to your wrist…”
Yes, I could resist this way. I could focus on the lightness of my hand, rather than the heaviness of my hypnotized eyes…
“Your hand feels lighter, and lighter, and might even start to float up… and up… and up… and you will allow this to happen, so that you can resist the heaviness of your eyes… your deeply hypnotized eyes… hypnotized by the pendant… staring at the pendant is hypnotizing you…”
Yes, I was letting my hand float up so that I could escape the pendant, which was hypnotizing my eyes…
But then, something very strange happened. I lost sight of the pendant! My hand was floating up, my eyes were heavy, I was staring at the pendant that was hypnotizing me… but now all of that fell apart because the pendant was nowhere to be found. I blinked my heavy eyes a few times, trying to make sense of it all, and as I did so a sudden wave of awareness rushed over me.
I suddenly became conscious of the trance I had just been in – that I was no longer in because I had lost sight of the pendant. I continued to blink myself awake and did my best to gather myself – to try to understand what had just happened.
And that’s when the realization struck me.
I had lost sight of the pendant because something had moved into my line of sight: Eve’s hand! Her delicate hand was hanging limply in the air just in front of me, and it was moving slowly, languidly up, and up, and up…
I looked at Eve’s face, and her eyes were fixated on the stage, unmoving, and her face was blank, vacant. Eve – my Mistress – was hypnotized!