Date: Fri, 10 Dec 2010 10:06:50 -0800 (PST) From: Quiet Writer Subject: True Nature Part 6 Chapter 13 The trip up the tall stairs was even more difficult than she imagined. As Mindy tried and failed, and tried again to climb her way to the top, she struggled to hold back tears wondering why this was made to be such a challenge. As she pulled herself up onto each progressive step, her cumbersome leg and hand restraints would make getting a proper grip on the stone almost impossible. Her body would scrape along the hard stone edges as she attempted to hoist her bottom half up. It was a painful and exhausting experience. Her Mistress did not allow her the luxury of going slow. She remained steadfast and demanding; keeping a taught grip on the leash, forcing her pet to struggle and moan as she moved up the stairs at a brisk clip. Mindy found herself trying harder and harder to meet her Mistress' lofty expectations. The tender young woman looked like a new fawn learning to walk; the sweat poured down her back and she scrapped her tender body along the stone pathway. Then it occurred to her that this was yet another test. The pain and frustration of the large stone steps was a way to make her earn entrance into the Manor. She intended to gain her Mistress' respect and love at every opportunity. The odd looking couple stood at the threshold of the great home staring at the heavy wooden doors. On any other doorstep in the world, they would look quite a peculiar sight; an elegant and beautiful woman in a long flowing red gown holding a leash that attached firmly to the collar of a dirty and sweaty slave bound in heavy leather BDSM gear. However, at the American Lovecraft Manor, it was almost an every day occurrence. Bernadette's leash hand lowered and for a brief moment she softly caressed the messy blonde hair of the nervous girl in an effort to sooth her, for she was about to see what lay beyond the large oak doors. The doors slowly swung open and Mindy was awestruck at the enormity of the room before her. The large square room had a high vaulted ceiling with inlaid gold-leaf along the rising spires. Rich tapestries covered the walls of the well appointed room that was ringed with a balcony that looked down on the generous space from every angle. In the center of the marble floor was a large fountain. It was not unlike a fountain one might expect to see in an Italian Plaza, with its ornate carved marble figures and beautiful artistic style. But its significance here seemed far greater. Water flowed from every angle into the large marble basin from flying cherubs who all were urinating into the open mouth of a naked woman in recline. Mindy's eyes lingered on the perverse looking fountain, and it caused a tremor within her now pulsing sex. She moved her eyes around the room trying to fully understand the implications of the signs above the nine rooms flanking the walls. Several more hallways flowing off in different directions towards the rear of the large home completed the panorama. In the center of the room were dual staircases that led to the upper levels and created symmetry to the architecture. The room alone was enough to take one's breath away with its opulence and grand scale, but that wasn't what had grabbed the girl's attention. Mindy blinked hard to make sense of the flurry of activity that assaulted her eyes, she felt her mouth go dry and her stomach tighten at the scene before her. There seemed to be small plays or erotic servitude taking place in every corner of her view; the actors each dutifully executing their appointed roles of dominance and submission. Some of the couplings she had expected so see; some women were in various stages of sexual service to their instructor, allowing their mouths or other openings to be the playground of these very imaginative Mistresses. There were games involving prone women suffering under the cruel hand of their mistress' whip; their cries and suffering echoed around the marble room. Yet there were other entanglements which Mindy could hardly understand. In a quiet sunlit corner of the room sat four latex clad women having tea, a fairly normal setting; except that each of the women sat atop human chairs; women bent in awkward positions made to give comfort to the rear ends of the dominate women. The hot tea kettle was set on the back of a human-table; a woman on all fours, her back a mere surface for the support of the tea set. She watched as the four women chatted lightly in the way any other group of women would, as their human-furniture sat dead still and suffered in total and complete silence. Mindy saw women standing like stone statues in scattered corners around the room; their noses pressed into the creases of the walls. There were no Dominates anywhere near them; Mindy could not comprehend what their purpose was. There were also slaves acting as animals of all types; Mindy saw female puppies playing fetch, a female cat batting at a ball of yarn from her back, her Mistress smiling as she jerked the ball just out of reach before each swat. Through the window Mindy saw corrals of women that looked like ponies with bridals in their mouths and ornate saddle blankets across their backs; some were being ridden, while others seemed to be working as beasts of burden. She saw a sign on an outside barn that read "Milking Station: Bovine Training" and a directional sign with an arrow pointing towards a pig pen. The kaleidoscope of perversity continued to all up to acts of complete and utter degradation that would take several weeks for Mindy to even look in the direction of those specific training rooms again. She was in complete shock as she read the signs over the doors of different training centers: Denial & Discipline Anal/Vaginal/Oral Training Objectification Pain & Suffering Petification & Animal Arts Pleasure & Gratification Arts Domestic Servitude Roleplay & Imagination Center Public Toilets History & Science of Slaves. Mindy felt as if her mind was about to snap. She thought this must be what Alice felt like when she fell down the Rabbit Hole. The surreal setting was beyond her ability to completely understand. Her Mistress knew this was a difficult thing for her pet to see, yet it was an important part of her initiation. She needed to be overwhelmed by the tasks before her; it would aid in her willingness to give her self completely over to the instructions of her Dominates "Quite a sight, isn't it my pet? This room is called The Panacea; it's a place where all the ills of your past are remedied and the alchemy of your own specific sexuality is discovered and used to bring you to your own true nature. You will find training and playtime activities being carried out here at all hours of the day. Each of the rooms you see along the perimeter are training centers for a variety of erotic arts. Your specific training will take you to each of these rooms and you will stay under the tutelage of one of my skilled Dominants until it is decided you no longer need it. Not every slave who is brought here visits each of the training centers, but it has been determined that you have the ability to excel in servitude, and therefore are in a unique situation. You are very fortunate pet, not many slaves are lucky enough to learn all the secrets you are about to learn. I will be overseeing your training personally; each of the instructors will be reporting back to me directly as to your progress. You also will be my personal slave during the times I am in the manor and will be expected to service my every desire with all the enthusiasm and eagerness you are capable of. You will worship me utterly and your devotion to my needs will know no bounds." The matter-of-fact nature of her Mistress' words were both enthralling and disconcerting. She was elated to hear that she would be chosen to spend more time with her Mistress than others here, yet it begged the question of what was to happen once her training was over. Mindy wondered if she would become the property of another mistress; would she be shipped off to some far off land and never see Bernadette Adams again? These thoughts were too much to bear. Mindy needed to stay focused and digest what was about to happen to her. Her stomach ached with anxiety and excitement, her body ached from its physical distress, and she felt another devastating headache coming on. As Bernadette continued her explanation of the Lovecraft facility, she gestured with her free hand to the rooms and the finer details of the architecture. She spoke with enthusiasm about the history of the home and how it had been liberated from a particularly spiteful slave owner in Savanna, Georgia just after the turn of the nineteenth century; it had been dismantled and transported to the northeast, where it was rebuilt in its original glory on the palatial grounds of the Adams' family estate. The woman had always been proud of the fact her family had turned its back on the cruel history of forced slavery and transformed this place into a teaching ground for modern day Free Slaves. She liked to think that this manor had been reborn here, just as each of her slaves was reborn into a new and fulfilling life of servitude. Mindy barely heard the end of her Mistress introduction as she spied a small group of women walking towards them. They talked excitedly amongst themselves as they made their way across the marble inlaid floor. They looked at Mindy with hungry eyes, the way cats watch an unknowing mouse eat cheese; biding their time before they pounced on the helpless creature. As they approached Bernadette Adams, each of the four women directed their full and respectful attention to their superior. The power and authority of Mindy's Mistress trumped any dominance these women appeared to own. They seemed to shrink in her shadow as they approached her; each shedding any perceived self importance, and humbled themselves before the magnificent woman in the red flowing gown. "Hello my Lovelies, this is our new slave. Her slave name while in training will be M. Please take her to be prepared for the initiation ceremony. I have some business to attend to in my office. I expect her to look her very best tonight, and you don't have much time, so step lively." Bernadette handed the leash of the bewildered pet over to one of the Dominates; she could see fear creep over Mindy's face as the four women pawed at her with childlike curiosity. Fear was a required element of a successful training; she had the utmost faith in her staff and knew they would never over step their bounds. Yet she wanted to reassure the young woman before being led off, and added a parting comment to the four that stood before her. "Mind you ladies this one will be my personal slave when I am here, so you go steady with her. If she needs a rest you had better let her. I want her kept fresh for me tonight." Each of the four women understood that their sexual gluttony would not be permitted this time; that this slave was to be initiated by the Grand Dame of the Manor herself, tonight. Each smiled their own brand of wicked smiles at their superior and assured her she would be pleased with their results. Though only mildly disappointed, the four were happy to be of any service to her at all, and they set off to carry out their duties. "Come along you little bitch-dog, its time for your scrubbing." With a sharp jerk of her leash that nearly jarred her teeth loose, the women lead Mindy off to large bathroom where they busied themselves with a task of preparing the young woman. Every orifice would be meticulously cleaned; neither fold nor crevice would be ignored. Mindy would be groomed in much the same way a canine is primped for a prize show. Her body shorn clean and lavishly oiled so it glimmered as it did the day she was born. The ceremonial shaving of her pubic region was symbolic of her transformation into submission. Only dominate women were allowed body hair, and the amount of hair was closely tied to their level within the dominance hierarchy. This process was particularly difficult for Mindy to stand, as it seemed her last connection to her former life. The process of her preparation would go on for several hours. Each of the Dominates would climax during the process, even though this particular time it would not be at the expense of a new slave. Indeed, Bernadette Adam's knew as she watched her pet being taken off, that she would be as pristine when she returned as she was the first day she saw her, so many years ago. Chapter 14 Bernadette Adams had attended thousands of initiation ceremonies; each one had its own particular mood and emotion. She came to know some of the slaves intimately; as she was fond of 'Surprise Inspections,' where she would take a slave into her private area and test some or all of her sexual competencies. Still, some slaves she never got to know at all. Tonight however was very special for Bernadette; this was a night she had thought about for a very long time. There was nothing that her life lacked, that was to say; there was certainly nothing she desired which she could not have. Yet Bernadette still felt a void; an unexplainable emptiness in her heart that she longed to fill. She had considered for some time that she desired a more permanent companionship with another woman. True, Bernadette was surrounded by women at all time, but she lacked a connection to any of them. Perhaps it was due to the nature of her business, or maybe a deficiency in her personality born of her very unusual upbringing. The reason, she began to understand, didn't matter. The undeniable truth was the only thing lacking in her life: True Love. She had struggled with her dilemma for several years, never able to find a solution that didn't require her to leave her position as head of the largest international slave trade enterprise in the world. What Bernadette needed was to follow a bit of her own advice; she needed to be true to her own nature. She couldn't deny that she was a dominate woman; she would be kidding herself to think she could live a life like normal women did. She required an unequal relationship to be happy; she needed to have a woman she could keep as a submissive and as a companion. She hoped over time that she would learn to share more of herself with another woman, and slowly even out the disparity that had thus far overshadowed every female relationship she ever tried. It was a difficult problem and one she wasn't sure she could ever successfully resolve. But recently she began to notice that her travel plans kept involving trips to the United States. She recognized that she frequently thought of one particular woman more than any other; in fact it had been months since she could remember a day she didn't think of Mindy Swanson. She had been watching Mindy since adolescence; she had seen her triumphs and failures. She thrilled at her growth as a woman, and anguished over the missed opportunities in her life. She had grown to have maternal feelings as well as deviant sexual desires for the young woman. This odd combination eventually coalesced into her own twisted brand of love. The trick then became how to get Mindy to love her back. It was nine months ago that Bernadette hatched her plan to win the heart of the beautiful young woman. She felt it was important for Mindy to undergo all the training required of a world class submissive, therefore she would have to endure a rigorous education at Lovecraft's training facility. Everything was going along as planned and Bernadette became increasingly excited as the moment came closer; the moment when she could reveal herself to the girl she had chosen to be her love. Then, two months ago, disaster struck, and Bernadette began to see her one true chance at love slip away. A careless clerical slave mistakenly mixed up the Mindy Swanson dossier in a pile of prospective slaves that was to be sent out by the marketing department of Lovecraft Enterprises. Bernadette had been compiling all of Mindy's information personally for many years. As her affection for the woman grew, so did the glowing descriptions of her potential and abilities. Of course the dossier was never meant to be sent out; once she had decided to keep Mindy for herself, the girl was taken out of the computer system and was to be removed from the slave inventory. It was a week before Bernadette noticed the file was missing; and by then it was too late. Bernadette received a rather excited message from Mekeda; the head of Lovecraft's African operations, wondering when she could take ownership of Mindy Swanson. The message sent Bernadette reeling and eventually resulted in a very unfortunate change of responsibilities for the clerical slave that had caused this mess. The tall dark Mistress from Africa was a formidable woman. She was born of African nobility; her ancestry drew lineage to the Queen of Sheba. She had received the file from the marketing department and set into motion a chain of events that threatened to turn Bernadette's life upside down. Upon reading the glowing reviews of the American prospect and seeing the potential of her beauty; Mekeda paid in advance for rights to the American slave; ostensibly taking ownership of the girl she planned to keep in her harem in Zimbabwe. Mekeda was never one to miss out on an opportunity to enrich her own perverted desires, and once she saw that no one else had yet laid claim to the blonde beauty, she quickly snatched her up. She intended to keep her as a sex toy for several years - her sexual slaves never lasted more than two or three years - and then she planned to recoup some of her investment by selling her off in a secondary market, where she would probably be used in the African or Middle Eastern prostitution trade. Blonde American women still brought an attractive price on the open market. This was strictly forbidden by Lovecraft Mistresses, however; the African princess marched to her own drummer. Mekeda's message indicated that she would be in America for the regional slave conference; which is what had brought all the women to Mindy's office just 2 days ago, and she planned to attend Mindy's initiation ceremony. She indicated she wanted to meet with the Dominates in charge of Mindy's training, as she was going to need extra emphasis placed on Toilet Servitude as well as Pain Training. As Bernadette Adams dressed for tonight's tumultuous initiation ceremony, she thought about all that would happen. First the ceremony itself; where her pet would be presented to her and the final symbol of her submission would be put in place. Then she intended to christen her pet in a very public way; this was intended to not only serve her own salacious needs, but also as a public pronouncement of her own dominance over the new slave. Bernadette had not used public sexual domination before as a tool to show her claim to a woman; she never needed to before tonight. But Mekeda's presence here called for her to leave no confusion over her intentions on Mindy Swanson. She was not sure how the conflict with Mekeda was going to resolve itself yet. She had always respected Mekeda. Even though she was a representative of her family's empire, the African Mistress ran her entire continent with an iron fist; often appearing to act independent of Lovecraft's authority. It had been a point of contention over the years; but Mekeda was loyal, and an excellent provider, so Bernadette had never found reason to confront the Ebony Mistress. Tonight, it seemed, there was going to be a showdown between two of the world's most renowned Mistresses.