Chapter 18: The Slave

Sandy heard the sound of fingers snapping several times very near her face and felt her mind racing up out of the depths of the trance that had taken her. She had been so deep that she had no idea how long she had been under, or what had transpired since she had made her fateful decision and kissed the beautiful collar.

Her eyes slowly opened and her body was once again capable of sensations other than pure lust and arousal. She found herself kneeling, still naked except for the heels on her feet, on a small, well lit stage, facing towards the audience. The lighting beyond the stage was a bit dimmer, but still, Sandy could see everything that was transpiring before her. There were chairs in rows in front of her, spaced widely enough apart that each of the Mistresses occupying them could sit with her slave kneeling next to her.

All of the Mistresses were present, as were Eve and Jenny, each of whom was moving around the room, bringing drinks to the Mistresses and, occasionally, submitting to various forms of fondling as a Mistress might take a breast into her mouth, or reach beneath her skimpy maid's skirt to stimulate her sex.

Moments after Sandy's eyes had fluttered open, though, Eve and Jenny moved to the sides of the stage. As they did so, all eyes turned towards Sandy. To be so open – so exposed to so many women all at once, continued to stimulate her hungry sex. Once Eve and Jenny were in position, Mistress stepped from behind Sandy, and suddenly filled her vision.

Mistress had her back to Sandy, and was addressing the audience.

"Welcome everyone, to Sandy's collaring ceremony. I'm glad to be sharing this with you all, and I hope you enjoy what you are about to see. As you must have already realized, Sandy here is quite a submissive girl, and I am honored that you were all able to make it here tonight on such short notice to witness this step in her journey."

As she was speaking, Mistress had moved closer to Sandy, placing her leg between Sandy's parted thighs so that the back of her heel almost touched Sandy's sex. She then reached back and drew Sandy's head to her hip, petting her in a seductive and possessive manner. Sandy closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling – loving the way her Mistress was demonstrating her control over Sandy while all of these women watched; feeling how her Mistress's actions stoked her arousal still further.

"Let us begin!" With this, Mistress stepped away from Sandy and ordered her to turn so that her side was facing the audience. Mistress now stood several large steps away from her and, Sandy saw for the first time, was holding in her hands the collar that Sandy had kissed earlier.

"Sandy, do you submit to me, of your own free will?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Sandy had never felt so sure of anything in her entire life. As she answered that question, it became perfectly clear in her own mind why she had chosen the collar over the pendant. She wanted to give herself freely. While she knew that she couldn't be hypnotized against her will, there was an element of surrendering choice that went with trance. When hypnotized, she gave up the power to make decisions and instead simply let someone else choose what she would do. Sandy now realized that having the ability to choose her actions, but actively giving that ability to another – to choose to obey rather than being compelled to do so – was a level of submission that she had yet to feel – and one that she craved.

For more than anything, Sandy wanted to submit to Mistress. She wanted to be dominated.

This realization filled her with a new sense of confidence. In the past few days, as she tried to reconcile why hypnosis had turned her on so intensely, she had worried that it proved that she was weak and cowardly; that she didn't want to be someone who made decisions; that she was too afraid to be strong and independent.

But now, she realized, it wasn't that she was in need of someone to take care of her, she was in need of someone to dominate her. She wasn't afraid, she was submissive – and admitting that had proven one of the most courageous things she had ever done.