Chapter 10: Submission

Sandy

When Sandy finally heard the word, "Sleep," her mind simply shut off. She lay on the couch, utterly relaxed, and utterly aroused, but these sensations had become pure, overwhelming abstractions, she had no ability to name or comprehend the feelings that jolted throughout her body. She was utterly open, receptive, and submissive.

With no concept of time, Sandy didn't know how long she remained in that state, but eventually, her Mistress's words took form in her mind.

"Stand up, Sandy, and open your eyes."

Sandy did as she was told – her Mistress's words giving her mind a point of reference, bringing back her capacity to comprehend language. Without her Mistress, Sandy was lost, but with her Mistress there to command her she was able to be a complete person, she was able to submit and obey.

With her eyes open, Sandy could see her Mistress before her, there was a drumming sound in the distance, it sounded like rain, but Sandy's conscious mind was too far gone to verify if this were the truth. She simply stared ahead, awaiting her next command.

"Come with me." Mistress took her hand and led her towards the bedroom. Somehow, Sandy couldn't think of it as her bedroom anymore – she had given herself to her Mistress, so the thought of something belonging to her seemed unfamiliar and wrong.

When they entered the bedroom, Sandy saw that it was not as she had left it. The four posted bed was still freshly made, as it had been when she had prepared for the party, but there was a pile of items on one nightstand that she had not put there, although through her hypnotic haze she was unable to make out what those items were. On the other nightstand, a single candle burned, casting a dim light over the room, even softer than the one in the living room where Mistress had entranced her. Eve also stood in the room, beside the bed ... naked.

Mistress commanded Sandy again.

"Take off your shorts and then lie down on the bed, on your back." Sandy, again, did as she was told.

"Close your eyes." Sandy's eyes immediately closed.

"How do you feel right now?"

"Oh, so aroused, Mistress. And so submissive."

"Good. Are you enjoying these feelings?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress."

"Are you looking forward to what is to come?"

"Oh, yes."

Sandy was already thrusting her hips gently into the air, her hands pulling softly at her breasts. One began to snake towards her sex, desperate to touch the wet folds.

"Now, Sandy, while I was placing you in this trance, Eve has been in here preparing this room for you. One of the things that she prepared was a little addition to your bed – she has attached ropes to the posts of your bed, and she will place them on you now."

Sandy felt a pair of hands take a firm hold of the wrist that had been drifting towards Sandy's sex and pull it towards the corner of the bed. A soft but strong rope soon looped around it, tight enough that she could not escape, but not tight enough to hurt her.

She then heard Eve moving around the room, and before long her other wrist was in similar bondage. Sandy's arms were tied tight to the posts of her bed, her arms spread and unable to move beyond a few frustrated tugs.

Sandy was now squirming on the bed – this sensation of helplessness spurring on her already white hot arousal. She had never felt so at the mercy of another person, and had never felt so utterly fulfilled.

"My, my," she heard her Mistress say, "you really are looking forward to this. Eve, place the ropes on her legs."

Sandy then felt each of her legs, in turn, pulled straight before a rope looped around each ankle, restraining her legs. Now pulled into a spread-eagle position, Sandy began to moan as the intensity of her vulnerability flooded her body and mind. Mistress could do with her as she pleased, and Sandy reveled in that knowledge.

"Now Sandy, lift your head up, please." Sandy complied immediately and felt a blindfold being lowered over her still closed eyes. The occasional flashes of lightening that had been faintly visible through her closed eyelids were now gone – she could only hear the rumbling of thunder and pounding of the rain as the storm continued to move closer.

"Now, Sandy, I must step out for a moment. But Eve has worked very hard to prepare all of this for you, and I'm sure that if you begged her for a bit of attention, she could play with you while I'm gone."

Sandy needed no further prompting.

"Please, Eve, please touch me. Please, oh, god, please, do what you want with me!"

"Have fun." Sandy wasn't sure if Mistress had said that to her or to Eve, but the question died in her mind as she felt something scratching along the inside of her thigh. She could hear her Mistress walk out of the room, but couldn't comprehend what it was that Eve was doing to her – or using on her. She felt something rolling along her skin and, as it rolled, it left behind a pricking sensation that almost ignited her sensitive skin. Whatever it was, it was turning her on all the more.

The sensation rolled up her inner thigh, then vanished. A moment later it landed on her arm, starting at the wrist and moving slowly towards her armpit – leaving an erotic, fiery trail behind it. This continued for a few moments – the device leaving Sandy's skin only to reappear elsewhere, sometimes just teasing her for a short time, other times lingering, scratching at her skin and driving her wild with desire. Each time it touched her she gasped in lust at the sensation. Each time it left her she whined in frustration.

The pricks of pain seared through her hypnotized mind, reinforcing her helplessness. With each prick, Sandy felt more and more exposed. With each prick she felt more and more aroused. When the device finally landed on her breasts – accompanied by a loud clap of thunder – tracing circles around and around each nipple, Sandy's moans were leaping from her chest, and she could feel a large wet spot under her butt as her need had flowed out of her and onto the bed, mixing with the sweat that was now pouring off of her.

The device left her breasts – leaving her engorged nipples straining into the air desperate for attention that they were not receiving. Instead, the device alighted in between her breasts and began a long, tantalizing decent towards her sex. Sandy felt each individual prick, scratching across her belly, circling her navel a few times, moving lower ... and lower ... getting agonizingly close...

"I see that you like the pinwheel." Mistress had returned. Eve immediately withdrew, leaving Sandy simultaneously frustrated at the sudden absence of sensation, and elated to hear her Mistress's voice again.

"Yes, Mistress." Sandy struggled to still speak as her voice was choked with her sexual need.

"You have enjoyed the pain?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You have enjoyed how helpless it makes you feel, haven't you?"

"Yes, Mistress." Sandy thrust her breasts into the air, arching her back while her hips moved in short, desperate thrusts.

"Good. Now, I want you to feel that arousal building within you, knowing that your whole body is open to me, open to my command, completely hypnotized, at my mercy."

Sandy felt herself thrashing as much as her bonds would allow – her hand pulling desperately against the ropes, wanting to trace her hands over her body, to squeeze her nipples and masturbate her sex. Her legs strained to rub together, yet were unable to do so as the ropes continued to pull them apart, leaving her dripping sex completely open to her Mistress.

"Now, listen to me, Sandy. In a moment, I am going to bring you out of trance. You are free to touch yourself to bring yourself to orgasm, but you will not cum in any other way unless I command it, do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Sandy's muscles tensed as her whole body pulled on each of the ropes that held her immobile.

"Good. Feel the arousal flowing through you, mixing with the pain on your skin. Feel those sensations coursing through you, entering your sex, making you desperate to touch yourself, so very desperate. Your nipples are aching with need," another clap of thunder rocked through Sandy's mind, "your sex craves the touch of your fingers. Now ... wake up!"

Sandy's eyes opened, but still, she was without sight as the blindfold blocked out all light. Her sense of touch, however, was heightened beyond anything she had ever felt before. Every nerve in her body craved release, and her arms were burning in their singular desire to touch her sex and give herself the relief that she so desperately needed. But still, the ropes held her, and with each moment of helplessness that she felt as a result, her need grew.

"Please, Mistress, let me cum!" She screamed. "Please, I belong to you. I submit to you. Please, please, I need to cum!"

Her cries were met with silence.

Suddenly, she let out a guttural squeal as she felt a tongue caressing her ankle. This was the first direct contact she'd had with another person since she had entered the bedroom, and the unexpected sensation sent her spiraling still higher.

Another roll of thunder assaulted her ears as the tongue slowly traced up her calf and onto her thigh. As she quivered in anticipation of its touch on her sex another tongue began a similar path, starting on her other ankle.

Just at that moment, Mistress broke her silence.

"How do you feel, Sandy?"

With the desperate need filling her entire body, Sandy was barely able to comprehend the consequences of Mistress's question. As wave after wave of need tore her conscious thoughts apart, it was several moments before she realized: if Mistress was speaking, then neither of these tongues belonged to her. There was a third person in the room!

"I, I..." Sandy couldn't speak through her lust, but still, her Mistress had addressed her and she knew she had to respond. "I ... please ... I need to cum!"

"You have my permission, Sandy, if you can just touch yourself."

Passion overwhelmed Sandy's mind as she realized that she was tied, spread-eagle, her eyes blind-folded and her body naked, exposed and thrashing in lust as a woman whose identity she didn't know licked her sensitive, sweat soaked skin – tracing ever closer to her dripping sex – the same sex that she longed to touch with all of her being. A potential stranger had access to her sex, and yet she was denied.

Sandy focused all of her attention on just one arm, putting all of her strength there as she tried to pull free of the rope that held it so far out of reach of her sex. Her efforts were in vain, though, as the rope would not give and the relentlessness of her bondage pushed Sandy to still greater heights of arousal and frustration.

The tongues had each worked their way near her sex, only to veer away from it and move up her sides. The gentle licking had transformed into soft kisses that moved over her ribs, somehow gliding consistently up her body despite the wild thrashing of her uncontrollable lust. Both sets of lips now danced around her breasts, licking, kissing, sometimes even giving a soft, playful bite, but always avoiding contact with the rock-hard, sensitive nipples.

Sandy felt fingers on her head, and suddenly, the blindfold came off. For a moment Sandy looked up at her Mistress, now holding the blindfold in her hands, her beautiful, powerful face glowing in the faint light of the single candle that lit the room.

Then Sandy looked down her body at her breasts, wanting desperately to know who was teasing her so mercilessly. On her left, the candlelight illuminated Eve's lovely face and beautiful naked body as her teeth came down on the sensitive skin just below Sandy's nipple. Gasping at this sensation, Sandy turned her wild, lustful eyes to the other woman.

The shadows that the candle cast shrouded this mystery woman, even as her tongue began to work its way from the base of Sandy's breast towards the center, and the now painfully erect nipple that still yearned for attention.

Suddenly, a bright bolt of lightning struck down quite close to the apartment, lighting up the entire room and exposing the naked body and beautiful face of Sandy's tormentor.

Sandy's voice mixed with the thunder as she cried, "Miiiiinnnnndyyyyyyy!" the last syllable turning into a long, wailing moan as both of Sandy's tormentors suddenly took her nipples into their mouths and began sucking with as much force as they could produce.

The moan continued to rip out of Sandy's body as the sudden attention to her nipples seemed to draw all of the arousal that had been coursing through her into those two points of her body – two points that seemed connected to her sex in a triangle of desperate, craving, need. Suddenly, she felt fingers in her sex as Mindy reached down to stroke her wetness.

"Are you ready, Sandy?" Mistress asked.

"Yes, Mistress! Please, please, let me cum!"

Mistress forcefully intoned: "Cum now, Sandy."

Sandy felt as if the sensations in her nipples and sex erupted, flooding her entire body, making her feel as though every part of her was spewing fire and light.

Sandy threw her head back and closed her eyes, her back arched again, thrusting her nipples as far into the mouths of Eve and Mindy as she could. At this moment, her mind could barely comprehend the implications of one of her close friends suckling her breast and stroking her sex in this way – she just knew that it was increasing the intensity of the situation.

Sandy's head was thrashing back and forth, her eyes closed, her body heaving with its release. Eventually, overcome with her desire, she opened her eyes to seek out her Mistress, to thank her for the release that she had allowed.