All week, Penny’s days had been an experience of simmering arousal and lingering submission. Tuesday she had practically stumbled into work, still shaky from the previous evening’s experiences. Her legs struggled to support her, and she had a shaky feeling in her very core upon realizing what she wanted – what she was.
But when she arrived at work, she found the revelations of the previous night confirmed. The moment she stepped into the office building, she immediately felt as though she were standing in front of all of her coworkers completely naked. The sudden hardness in her nipples and wetness in her sex didn’t help her feeling of complete and utter vulnerability.
After all, one of the women in that office had spent the previous afternoon tormenting her naked and submissive body. One of these women had hypnotized Penny. One of them had put on a strap-on and taken Penny in the asshole. Penny had licked one of these women to orgasm. One of them had brought Penny to a climax so intense that she was still recovering from it this morning.
But Penny didn’t know which woman it was.
As a result, the gaze of each woman pierced through her. She felt as though she had submitted to each and every one of them – as though she were the office slave, open and available to whoever chose to make use of her.
And the idea turned her on.
As the flush of arousal crept over her, Penny hurried to her office. After all, she did have work to do. She had just landed several major accounts and, with those accounts, came more responsibility.
Thankfully, Sandy had become perhaps the most productive assistant that Penny had ever encountered. She just seemed to have a focus and drive that astonished her, and Penny was learning to lean on Sandy more and more each day.
And Penny needed the help, as she found herself in an almost constant state of distraction. Every time she left her office, she felt as though all of the women that she worked with were undressing her with their eyes. When a female coworker entered her office for any reason, Penny found herself thinking about crawling onto her desk and assuming the pose that she had held when the mystery woman had entered the previous day.
When the day finally came to a close, Penny found that, with Sandy’s constant aid, she had gotten all of her necessary work done, but memories of her effort were hazy and most of her focus was on the overwhelming sense of exposure and helplessness that she had felt throughout the day.
To her surprise, though, these feelings didn’t fill her with anxiety, but instead meant that in addition to her feelings of vulnerability, she had also spent the entire day in an intense state of arousal. As she left, Penny found herself fantasizing about dropping to her knees and crawling out of the office – letting everyone there see her for the submissive slut that she was.
Instead, she calmly walked through the office, knowing full well that someone in that room knew what was underneath her suit – and knew what a wanton, lust-filled submissive she really was.
When Penny had gotten home, she found that she didn’t know what to do with herself. Despite her deep arousal, she had no intentions of masturbating. She wanted to save her arousal and her climax for Mistress. But in the absence of Mistress’s commands, she simply had to stew in that arousal – letting it slowly coalesce within her, reaching new levels so that when Mistress finally did dominate her again, Penny could offer the appropriate depth of yearning and need.
So, Penny spent the evening absent-mindedly watching television and gently stroking her sensitive, erotically charged skin before climbing into bed where she fell into a surprisingly restful and satisfying sleep.
And so went her entire week. Each day she felt more and more open and available to her co-workers. Each day those feelings excited her. Each night she let those feelings wash over her mind and body before drifting into sleep.
By Thursday afternoon, Penny had begun to feel new sensations creep into her consciousness as well as her body. The intense arousal that had permeated her all week was beginning to take its toll. Her knees felt perpetually wobbly, and her sex seemed to leak at all times, soaking her panties and forcing her to bring a back-up pair to work with her every day. Meanwhile, her rock hard nipples pressed against her bra, constantly reminding her of her need for attention – for release.
But the mental pressure had become the most difficult to bear. She had resigned herself to never being free of the feeling that everyone, rather than a single woman, had been in the office with her on Monday, dominating her and making extensive use of her body. But the lack of resolution in her current state began to wear on her. Monday had been such a deep and overwhelming experience, and had finally revealed to Penny what she must do to fully submit to Mistress.
But when would Mistress give her the opportunity to share her revelation? Penny had finally realized why Mistress had refused her submission and denied her a collar the previous weekend, but Mistress had not given Penny a chance to demonstrate her understanding. As intense as her arousal had become, Penny found herself thinking less about her need for climax and more about her desire to feel Mistress’s collar around her neck, marking her, once and for all, as the slave that she so desperately wanted to be.
Then, just before five o’clock arrived, Penny’s phone rang. Sandy hadn’t called Penny to let her know that there was an incoming call, so Penny was quite certain that it could only be one person. When Penny answered the call, the voice on the other end confirmed her suspicions.
“Hello, Penny. Have you been working hard this week?”
“Good. I would like to meet with you tomorrow to discuss the work that you’ll be doing for me. Can you arrange for us to have a private board room tomorrow morning?”
“Yes, Mistress, that shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Excellent. I’ll be in around ten.”
As the phone line went dead, Penny felt her whole body shudder. Tomorrow, she would finally be alone with Mistress – she would finally be able to give herself to Mistress completely.
That night, Penny didn’t even turn on the television. She simply lay on her couch softly stroking herself, letting her thoughts drift through each experience that she had had with Mistress. She remembered that first night, slowly being coaxed into trance despite her conscious efforts to resist. She remembered the explosive orgasms that she had shared with Sandy, and the deep hypnotic spell that Mistress had cast over them both on that night.
Then she thought of her trip to Mistress’s office; how she had been so determined to protect Sandy, and yet had submitted to Mistress’s hypnosis again and once again been brought to a series of mind-blowing climaxes.
Then, of course, there was the afternoon in which Mistress had showed up at Penny’s office and, in just a few minutes, convinced Penny not to call the police but, instead, to submit to Mistress’s hypnosis – indeed, to beg for it. Just as she would later beg as she sacrificed Sandy, bringing her assistant to climax on Mistress’s altar and allowing her own body to be a vessel for Mistress’s dominance.
As the night grew long, Penny finally allowed her lust-filled mind to relive the events of earlier that week. She thought of being in the board room, seeing herself completely naked, and feeling herself being spanked, yet having to go through her business presentation as though nothing were unusual. Then, in her office, she had exposed herself to a mysterious woman and let that woman dominate her while her Mistress guided them over the phone.
As Penny reached the end of this memory, she found her body completely saturated with arousal and need. Rather than give herself any relief, though, she reveled in the knowledge that in just a few hours, she would be able to offer this arousal to Mistress. She had become a perfectly charged submissive finally ready to give herself to her Mistress.
Without moving from the couch, she slipped into an erotic dream filled sleep…