Chapter 21: The List

Sandy hung in her bonds, drifting in hypnosis – her body spent and her mind content to simply remain heavy, sleepy, and compliant. How long she hung like this she didn't know, but eventually she heard her Mistress's voice once more.

"Obey Eve, my slave." She said no more.

Sandy continued to hang, awaiting further instructions.

After more time passed, Sandy felt her legs being released from the shackles that held them against the wall. Shortly thereafter, her arms were freed, and Sandy felt a pair of hands holding her, lowering her gently to the floor.

"Just relax. Sleep." It was Eve that was speaking to her now as she cradled Sandy's head in her lap. Sandy felt Eve's fingers running through her hair, stroking her face, and coaxing her deeper into trance.

"Relax, and sleep. Take some time to recover, as you relax ... and sleep..."

Sandy fell deeper and deeper into her trance. She was vaguely aware of sounds around her – moaning and cries – the sound of hands slapping flesh, and ecstatic and pain-filled wails. These sounds rolled over her mind as she simply relaxed ... and slept...

Eventually the sounds faded away. In the midst of deep, satisfying silence, Eve's voice brought Sandy's mind back to consciousness: "Wake up, Sandy. Come slowly out of your trance."

Sandy slowly opened her eyes. Above her, she saw Eve's breasts and face. Eve was completely naked now, except for her heels and collar, and she was looking down at Sandy with tenderness. Beyond Eve, Sandy could see that the room was now empty except for the two of them. There was no longer any light on the stage, though in the dim light Sandy could still make out the large X-frame looking sinister and imposing.

"I need you to stand up, do you think you can do that?" Eve asked.

"I think so," Sandy responded.

Slowly, she raised her head out of Eve's lap and rose to her feet. Her muscles ached both from the strain that they had been under and the stiffness that resulted from hanging in her bonds for so long. He skin was equally sore, and Sandy realized that she would be feeling the lingering effects of her punishment for at least a few days.

Eventually, Sandy was able to rise completely and, though her legs were a little wobbly, she could stand under her own power.

After Sandy had steadied herself for a moment, Eve pulled her hands behind her back and cuffed them together. Next, Sandy lost her ability to see as Eve slipped a blindfold over her eyes. Finally, Sandy felt a leash being attached to her collar and, moments later, she was being tugged forward.

She followed Eve blindly for a bit, before she sensed that she was entering a large room. The blindfold was suddenly removed, and Sandy blinked as her eyes adjusted to the dim lights in Mistress's office.

Eve removed Sandy's cuffs and took the leash off of her collar before providing a few instructions.

"Mistress is still saying goodnight to a few guests, but she will be in soon. In the meantime, there is some paperwork on the chair in front of the desk that she would like you to fill out."

With that, Eve left the room. Sandy was taken aback by Eve's instructions. Paperwork? She walked over to a chair that sat in front of the desk and, sure enough, there was a clipboard there with a pen and some pieces of paper. The top piece of paper, Sandy realized, was a note. Sandy's knees nearly buckled in excitement as she realized that the strong handwriting could only be that of her Mistress. She read:

Dear Sandy,

Tonight has been a very special step in your journey and I hope that you have enjoyed it as much as I have. Behind this note you'll find a brief questionnaire that I want you to fill out. There will be no punishment for anything that you reveal in this questionnaire, nor will there be any punishment for how long you take to fill it out. You must, however, consider your answers very carefully – I will not tolerate carelessness or dishonesty – for your sake as well as mine.

Mistress

With a sense of eagerness, she looked at the questionnaire still attached to the clipboard.

It was divided into two columns. Each column contained an identical list of sexual activities – positions, scenarios, sexual acts, etc. The first column asked Sandy to put a check next to those items that she had personally experienced. The second asked Sandy to put a check next to those items that she felt she could possibly consent to.

Doing her best to heed Mistress's warning, Sandy began to make her way through each column. The first column didn't take long to fill out, but Sandy found the second to be quite a challenge. With each item she thought about its implications for her and her newfound submissiveness. A lot of the items on the list scared her, but as she thought about them, she realized that they also excited her. Some of these she realized, despite the terror that they instilled, she would still readily consent to if it pleased her Mistress.

The very hardest items on the list were those that she found she absolutely could not bring herself to consent to. She didn't want to do anything, or refuse to do anything, that would disappoint her Mistress. But Mistress had commanded her to be completely honest, so, as much as it pained her, a few items did not receive a check mark.

When she was done, Sandy looked over both lists and noticed, with a sense of irony, that the list of items that she had experienced contained very few check marks, which stood in stark contrast to the list of items that she would consent to for her Mistress, which had very few blank spaces.

Satisfied with her answers – though terrified by what they implied – Sandy placed the clipboard on Mistress's desk. Her task done, she walked to the center of the room and knelt in the middle of the room, facing the door; her hands folded behind her back, her breasts thrust proudly forward, and her eyes cast down to the floor.

She was in the same position that she had been in earlier that evening, but, Sandy knew, things were now completely different. Now, she wore a collar – her Mistress's collar – around her neck. Her muscles ached from the demands that had been made of them, and her skin was still tender from her punishment.

More importantly, her sex hummed with a satisfaction that she had never known before. Her mind was at peace, and she had a sense of fulfillment that touched her entire being with joy. Waiting submissively for her Mistress before had been exciting and slightly terrifying. Waiting now was a sincere act of devotion.

Sandy didn't have to wait long before the door opened. She heard heeled feet walk slowly towards her, and then felt a hand petting her hair. Once again, her Mistress was pleased with her submissive display.

After stroking Sandy's hair for a few moments, Mistress walked away from Sandy, towards the desk. As she did so, she spoke.

"Stand up, Sandy, and take a seat." Sandy obeyed as Mistress moved to the other side of the desk and took a seat in her chair. Mistress stared directly into Sandy's eyes as she continued.

"How do you feel about what transpired tonight, slave?"

"I feel wonderful. I feel ... complete. Although..."

"Yes?"

"I wish I could have performed better in the contest with Jenny."

"Don't worry about that at all, Sandy. I knew that there was no way that you would be able to outlast Jenny – she has been my slave for quite some time and I have trained her very thoroughly, and very harshly, during that time. In time, you will learn control, but for now you are no match for Jenny's ability to endure punishment, and to withhold her own pleasure. If I had really wanted to witness a fair contest, I would have placed Jenny up against Eve, although if I had done that we might still be waiting for one of them to give in."

Sandy simply listened, although she was slightly confused by Mistress's response. Mistress must have seen the confusion on her face, as she asked, "Is there something you don't understand, slave?"

"Well, if you knew I couldn't win, then..." Sandy let the question trail off, suddenly frightened that her Mistress would think that she was questioning her authority.

"I was teaching you a lesson, Sandy – one that I suspect will take many more nights for you to truly learn. But before I tell you what that lesson is, tell me this: why did you choose the collar instead of the pendant?"

"I wanted to submit to you, Mistress. When I was crawling on the table, so exposed to all those women, I realized that that was the most submissive I had ever felt. When I am hypnotized I feel controlled, but when I consciously obey your commands, I feel dominated. I still love the feeling of trance, but I wanted to be more than a mindless slave – I wanted to be a willing slave."

"Yes, and I am glad that you made the decision that you did. And that is also why I wanted to test you against Jenny. As I'm sure you realized, as soon as you went into trance you lost the ability to withhold your orgasm. By attempting to let hypnosis take away your control, you lost all control, and thus couldn't fully obey my command. There will be times when I draw you into trance, and in order to obey me, you will submit to my hypnosis. But hiding in trance in order to avoid consciously following my commands is not the kind of submission that you need – that you clearly crave."

"Yes, Mistress." Sandy felt tears starting to well up in her mind as she realized how she had failed her Mistress's test.