Chapter 49: Awareness

Penny awoke much later. As her eyes slowly opened, she realized that she was shivering. Trying to pull her thoughts together, she slowly recalled all that had transpired, the way a mystery coworker had seen her displayed on her desk, the way she had been teased, then hypnotized. The way she had been taken anally, then brought to a sexual frenzy that reduced her to nothing but the need for climax. How she had pleasured a woman that she worked with, but whose identity she didn't know. And then, how that woman had taken her, and how she had achieved ... Penny struggled to conceive what she had just felt. It's intensity almost went beyond the capacity of her memory, and her comprehension.

Looking around, she realized that she was still on her office floor, with the blindfold that she had worn lying beside her. And she was alone.

It was dark. Lying on the floor, her limbs lying akimbo in every different direction, she realized that she was lying in a pool of moonlight, the hour being quite late, and the office having been closed for quite some time.

She was glad to see that someone – perhaps the mystery woman, or perhaps Sandy – had left a blanket next to her, and she slowly reached for it, thankful for its warmth as her sweat encrusted body shivered in the cool office air.

Sandy! How much of this had she heard? The doors and walls of the office were thick, but surely Sandy had been aware of much of what had gone on. Penny only hoped that the sound didn't reach other offices.

But then she realized that none of this mattered. Imagining that other people in the office had heard her screaming would pale in comparison to the deep feeling of humiliation and submission that she would feel any time the eyes of one of the women in the office turned to her, since every time that happened she would be forced to wonder: are you the one?

Penny shuddered as this realization came to her, but it wasn't a shudder of fear or disgust. It was a shudder of arousal.

Finally, Penny understood. Finally, she was ready to be Mistress's slave. The mystery of the woman remained, but the mystery of what Mistress wanted from her was solved.

Warm under the blanket, Penny simply laid in the pool of moonlight for quite some time. She wanted to let her mind find the peace that had eluded her for so long. She felt satisfied. She felt complete. She felt wonderful.

As an hour passed, the light moved off of her, and she realized that she needed to get up. She had considered staying there all night, remaining in the submissive position that her tormentor had left her in, but she knew that people would return to the office in the morning, and she would have to be cleaned up by then.

Slowly, painfully, she rose to her feet. She glanced at the mirror and even in the darkness, she could see that her hair was a complete wreck, and her body showed several signs of what she had just endured. There were a few marks on her breasts and her bottom still showed a bit of the spanking.