Chapter 17: The Decision

Sandy didn't know how long she knelt in that position, nor did she have any idea what time it was. The sun had gone down by the time she finally heard the door creak open. When it did, Sandy fought the urge to look up at her Mistress – though she desperately wanted to gaze upon the woman who would dominate her, she also wanted Mistress to see her subservience. She kept her gaze downcast and waited.

Footsteps approached and eventually Sandy saw a pair of heeled boots enter her vision. Then she felt a hand begin to stroke her hair, tenderly – possessively.

"My little darling. You're just so very submissive, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress." Sandy's heart was racing and every nerve in her body felt alive.

"I have never brought one of my submissives into my home so quickly, but I knew that you were special."

"Thank you, Mistress." Sandy felt her eyes welling up with joy at her Mistress's words.

"There will be plenty of time tonight to explore your submissiveness further, but first, let's have a quick talk. Please, rise. Go to the chair in front of the desk and sit down."

Sandy did her best to comply with her Mistress's wishes while moving in as graceful and sexy a manner as she knew how. She had been afraid that her Mistress didn't want her, and she was determined to make such a lasting impression tonight that Mistress would never let her go.

Once seated, Sandy looked at her Mistress who had taken a seat in the chair behind the desk – it's high and broad back made it look almost like a throne.

"Tell me, pet, what have these last few days been like?"

"At first I was so happy, Mistress, but last night and today I was so sad."

"Tell me why."

"Because," Sandy felt tears filling her eyes and she cast her gaze towards her lap in shame – her voice cracked as she continued her answer. "I thought you didn't want me. I couldn't figure out why you hadn't called or summoned me. I was afraid I would never see you again."

"Tell me more."

Sandy didn't like remembering all of this, but she obeyed her Mistress. Through her sobs, she resumed.

"I was feeling all of these feelings that were ... not new. It was like something was blossoming out of me, but it had nowhere to go – nowhere to turn."

"My dear submissive girl, look at me." Sandy raised her eyes, the anguish clear on her face.

"After tonight, you will never have to feel that way again. There might be times when you do not hear from me for a good while, but I can assure you that what you are about to experience will erase any fears that you have about my desire to dominate you."

"Thank you, Mistress."

Sandy, feeling completely vulnerable, held her Mistress's gaze, determined to let her Mistress look into her eyes, her very soul even, for as long as it pleased her.

Finally, Mistress spoke again.

"Good girl. Now, Sandy, I want you to tell me how things went with Penny this morning."

"Well, I was really nervous. I got into the office early and..." as Sandy was speaking, Mistress leaned over to the spiral on her desk and, with the touch of a button, caused it to start slowly spinning. As soon as it started its motion, Sandy's eyes went straight to it and her narration immediately ceased. Sandy tried to collect her thoughts, even as the spiral went around, and around ... and around ... and around...

"You were saying, Sandy?" Mistress's voice snapped her back into the moment, although her eyes never left the spiral.

"I ... I got to the office early and then Penny came in and she called me into ... her office and ... we ... we..." Sandy knew she was supposed to be saying something, but the spiral was filling her vision – making it so hard to think.

"I see you like the spiral, Sandy. But please, tell me about Penny." Sandy shook off the haziness that had taken her as best she could.

"We ... we went into her office and she ... she said that she ... didn't want ... didn't..." Images of Penny in her office flitted across Sandy's mind, but they seemed to evaporate as the spiral drew her...

"Yes, Sandy, the spiral is enticing. It's so easy to simply stare at it. But, please, go on with your story."

"She didn't want what happened ... what happened..." Sandy was struggling to maintain any line of thought. She was so intent on watching the spiral go around ... and around ... and around...

Mistress's voice coaxed her back again: "You're losing yourself in the spiral, Sandy, but can you tell me more?"

"Penny was ... was..." Sandy's mind simply couldn't remember what she was supposed to be saying. The spiral was overwhelming her mind, going around ... and around ... and around...

"Yes, Sandy, submissive girls like you cannot resist the spiral's hypnotic motion. They just want to stare at it – submit to it. Is there anything more you'd like to tell me about Penny?"

"..."

"Are you hypnotized, Sandy?"

"Y-yes, Mistress." Saying those words only made them more true – Sandy let her mind go and simply stared at the spiral.

"Are you ready to go deeper, Sandy?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"The spiral has taken control of your mind. You cannot stop looking at it as it goes around ... and around ... and around..."

Sandy knew the truth of those words. All she could see was the spiral going around ... and around ... and around...

"And as it goes around ... and around ... and around ... you are going deeper ... and deeper ... and deeper..."

Sandy could feel her trance deepening, controlling her mind more and more.

"As you look at it, you might notice that it is slowing down – just like your mind."

"Yeeeesssssss." Sandy was staring at the spiral so intently, her eyes burned from lack of blinking. It was still going around ... and around ... and around ... but more slowly now.

"Yes, Sandy. Slower and slower. And you are going deeper and deeper – finding it harder and harder to think, sinking further into hypnosis."

"Yeeeessssssssssss." The spiral was moving so slowly now. So slowly around ... and ... around ... and ... around...

"When the spiral stops, your mind will stop, too. There will be no need to look at the spiral when it isn't moving. You can simply close your eyes and sleep."

Sandy continued to stare, watching the spiral get slower and slower. Finally, it stopped moving at all. Sandy's eyes fluttered twice, and then closed. She could vaguely feel her head dropping down onto her chest as she let herself go as completely as she knew how.

Sandy was once again deeply hypnotized, and ready to obey her Mistress.

"Deeper and deeper, Sandy. Go deeper and deeper."

Sandy felt herself falling further under her Mistress's spell. She wasn't quite sure how it had happened. She had been trying to recount the details of what had happened between Penny and her, and then Mistress had started the spiral. Sandy just couldn't keep her eyes off of it, and it kept pulling her in; robbing her of her thoughts.

Now she was in a deep hypnotic trance and ready to obey her Mistress.

Mistress began speaking to her, but the words didn't enter Sandy's conscious mind. She knew that her Mistress was commanding her. And she knew that she would obey. But the parts of Sandy's mind that were capable of conscious thought were not privy to what those commands were. This happened for only a brief time, though, before Mistress's words once again sliced through the hypnotic fog in Sandy's mind.

"Sandy, I want you to stand up." Sandy felt herself rising out of the chair as if someone else was in control of her body.

"Open your eyes, Sandy." Sandy felt her eyes flutter open, but remained deeply hypnotized. She stared straight ahead, waiting for her Mistress's next command.

"Jenny here is going to take control of you for a bit. I want you to obey her commands as though they were my own. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." Though Mistress's words rang clearly in her ears and her mind, Sandy's own voice seemed distant – as though it did not belong to her; it was merely a part of the fog that filled her mind.

"Good girl."

Sandy continued to look straight ahead as the same beautiful woman that she had seen in the kitchen earlier now entered her field of vision. Jenny spoke, and her words entered Sandy's mind in the same way that Mistress's did.

"Follow me, Sandy." Jenny began to walk away and Sandy immediately followed. She was far too deeply entranced to be aware of where she was being led. She had a vague conception of doors opening and closing, of moving into different rooms. Eventually she found herself in a brightly lit room, and was vaguely aware of running water.

Soon, Jenny was commanding her again, and Sandy found herself stepping into what she recognized as a bathtub.

"Sit down." Jenny's voice didn't have the same commanding power of Mistress's, but the words echoed in Sandy's mind nonetheless and she quickly obeyed.

"Now, sit back and relax. Let the warm water flow around you, and take you deeper."

Sandy did as she was told. The hot water did feel good – it soothed her body and made it easier for her to submit further to her trance. She soon lost all awareness of the bottom and sides of the bathtub – she simply felt as though she were floating. A set of hands were tracing over body, gently wiping her body – covering it with soap, then softly rinsing her with a sponge. These hands, even as they washed her body, were also washing her mind – making it harder and harder for her to think – drawing her deeper and deeper into hypnosis.

They were also drawing her deeper and deeper into arousal. Their gentle touch would occasionally drift into the area of a caress, teasing Sandy's warm, sensitive skin. As they began to wash her breasts the hands traced around and around, avoiding contact with her rock-hard nipples, yet drawing ever closer. And as they drew closer, they seemed to draw sensation into the hard nubs – making them yearn all the more for her touch.

But the touch never came. Instead, the hands worked down her stomach, spreading suds over her flesh before coming to her sex. The hands soaped and sponged her sex, fondling her and causing her, even in her deeply relaxed state, to moan uncontrollably. But the hands didn't linger long enough to bring her to climax – they just teased, and then flitted away to wash the insides of her thighs.

All the while, the warm water and Jenny's insistent guidance were taking Sandy deeper. Finally, the hands traced back up her body, back to her breasts, close, once again, to the nipples that still yearned for her touch.

Suddenly – cutting through the deep haze that had completely enveloped Sandy's mind – the words, "Stand up!" spurred Sandy into motion. At the exact same moment, Jenny's fingers finally took Sandy's hard nipples – pinching them tightly and pulling up, forcing Sandy to rise quickly and painfully. The sensation flooded her mind and body with arousal – Sandy whimpered as her nipples sent jolts of sexual energy directly to her sex.

Once Sandy was on her feet, Jenny let go of her breasts, and turned on the shower, using the shower head to thoroughly rinse the hypnotized submissive who was still lost in the depths of trance.

With her bathing complete, Sandy was helped out of the tub and led to a large mirror as Jenny toweled her off. She stood passively, staring at the reflection of the helpless submissive before her.

"Yes, look at your reflection," Jenny intoned. "Stare at that helpless girl – stare into her eyes, at her compliant body, at her vacant face. Feel yourself falling deeper – like her. Feel her submission taking you further into your own trance."

Sandy, again, complied. She stared at the reflection and saw the passive, submissive girl stare back at her, unmoving, as Jenny applied a subtle, tasteful layer of makeup to the girl's placid face. She felt her own pulse quicken and her mind go more blank as the girl in the reflection felt the erotic touch of rouge being applied to her nipples. And as the girl in the mirror's hair was carefully dried and beautifully styled, Sandy felt all of her submission and all of her arousal take over her body, and control her vacant mind.

Sandy continued to look at the hypnotized woman in front of her. She knew that that girl was now more beautiful than she had ever been. Not just because of the subtle makeover she had just received, but also because of the completely vacant, pliant look on her face; the glassy, helpless look in her eyes; the deeply submissive nature of her soul that was so apparent in the vision before her.

The final step of Sandy's preparation was to raise each foot in turn so that Jenny could place a pair of black high heels on her feet.

"Follow me." Jenny commanded and, once again, Sandy, in a deep hypnotic daze, lethargically complied, balancing carefully on the heels that now encased her feet.

Once again, Sandy was dimly aware of moving through the mansion, but had no concept of where she had been or where she was going. She had been told to follow Jenny, and that is what she did – thoughts beyond this obedience simply eluded her.

Her arousal grew still stronger, however, as she suddenly saw Mistress standing before her, wearing an elegant dress and tasteful jewelry. If her trance had not robbed her of the ability to think and move of her own accord, she would have instantly kneeled and begged Mistress to dominate her forever. Instead, she stood, staring straight ahead, as Mistress addressed her once more.

"You look lovely, Sandy. You will make me very proud tonight, I'm sure."

Only her trance kept Sandy's knees from buckling in emotion and arousal at Mistress's praise. Mistress spoke again.

"Sandy, I want you to listen carefully. In a moment, I am going to place a cape over your shoulders. You are to remain in trance as long as that cape remains on you. The moment that cape is no longer on your shoulders, you are to come out of trance. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." Sandy's voice sounded even more distant than it had before.

"Good." With a single dramatic movement, Mistress unfurled a cape and whipped it over Sandy's shoulders. She drew the strings together in front of her neck and tied them tightly so that the large piece of fabric wrapped around her entire body, hiding her nakedness completely.

"Now, follow Jenny again."

With that, Mistress walked out of Sandy's view, and the hypnotized woman trailed after the young woman in the maid's outfit. They entered a vast room with a dining table in its center. The table was large and had place settings for twenty people. Near the head of the table was a small platform, about a foot off of the floor.

Jenny led Sandy to that platform and positioned the deeply hypnotized and helplessly aroused woman so that she was standing on top of it. Sandy's compliant body gave in to Jenny's manipulations as Mistress's maid arranged Sandy so that she would be facing the table, her body hidden behind the cape except for one long, shapely leg, which was moved forward so that it would split the crack in the cape in a seductive pose. Beneath the cape, Jenny positioned Sandy's arms behind her back in the way was becoming so familiar to her – pushing her breasts forward, though the cape made it impossible for anyone to see her hard, sensitive nipples.