Date: Fri, 10 Dec 2010 10:07:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Quiet Writer <quiet_writer@yahoo.com>
Subject: True Nature Part 7, final

Chapter 15

The Rotunda was a grand circular room used for large meetings or very
public training exercises. Its golden dome rose fifty feet off the wooden
parquet floor. Tonight a tight arch of seats circled a raised stage; it was
more like an altar, with its large chair and raised padded platform. Each
of the Dominates sat in the circle facing the center and was flanked by
submissives anxious to see why such a fuss was being made about a new
slave. Normally initiation ceremonies were not held in such a public manner
and were never attended by the heads of the six Lovecraft Manors. The
entire night had the charged atmosphere of a prize fight.

Bernadette sat in the throne-like chair in the center of the stage and
watched as the four women who had been tending to Mindy for the last
several hours brought the terrified woman though the circle of
Dominates. Symbolically, each of the four held onto the elongated leash as
Mindy crawled on all fours to her loving Mistress; representing the giving
of a submissive by the collective to a single dominate woman. It was
carried out much in the way human sacrifices were centuries ago; when a
virgin would be brought to the high priestess on the shoulders of an entire
village.

Mindy had been bathed meticulously in exotic salts; she was shorn of all
body hair and had been massaged with fragrant oils. Once the oils had
worked there way into her pale skin, she was fitted with her "Bitch
Suit". Each slave begins her training wearing a suit designed to undeniably
erase her former identity. The skin tight outfits, most often are designed
to appear animal-like. They are slid over the oiled skin, and once on make
the new slave look an animal they are familiar with; in America they are
fashioned to look like a Puppy, Cow, Kitten, Bunny, Piggy, Pony or some
other easily identifiable animal. In Asian countries it is not uncommon to
see Tigers or Pandas, in Africa; Lions or Monkeys. Bernadette had ordered
for Mindy a spotted Bitch Suit designed to look like the Dalmatians she had
grown up with as a girl. She thrilled at the result; Mindy's long sleek
frame looked devastatingly beautiful in the shinny latex outfit. Holes were
cut from the chest of the Suit to expose the girls 'Udders;' Mindy's
nipples shown with boastful pride and adorned with cow bell clamps that
jangled as she walked. The sight was too much for Bernadette as her sex
began to churn with the anticipation of what was to come. Holes are
specially stitched to provide easy access to the slave's sex and anal
port. This is not only for training purposes, but also for hygienic
reasons. Mindy entered the circle on all fours; her bondage apparatuses
returned to restrict her movements; and she was led triumphantly through a
sea of women to the glowing visage of Bernadette Adams.

Mindy saw that all the Dominates were wearing black outfits and each wore a
necklace containing a medallion embossed with a symbol representing their
own particular specialty within the erotic arts. The submissives were all
naked and kept on leashes, each attentive to their Mistress needs, while
still facing the spectacle in front of them. As Mindy entered the inner
circle she saw the six women from her office sitting in a row inside the
circle facing the stage. Each of the women wore brightly colored clothing
representative of their Manors of origin. Mindy recognized them immediately
and another tumbler fell into place. The nervous girl noticed in particular
the tall black woman that had been sitting at her desk just the other
morning, the one who appeared to pay special attention to her as she sat
across from her boss that day. She once again seemed to have a different
look than the other women; one more defiant, with a hunger in her eyes that
the others didn't possess. Mindy again felt uneasy by the stares of all
six.

Bernadette stood up, her floor length white robe shimmering as the four
Dominates delivered her pet. She looked down and squeezed her full breasts
in a triumphant gesture of dominance as she looked at the kneeling
woman. This was not a time to show any weakness; it would be a mistake to
be seen by anyone in this room as being anything less than the supreme
Dominate, and she intended to play that role to the hilt. The magnificent
woman addressed the gathering.

"It is time now slave to assume the role for which you were born. You have
been selected by this gathering and by me personally to assume the role of
a slave. The choices you have made throughout your life led you to my feet
here tonight. There are no accidents slaves; you are meant for a life of
servitude, and your submission will now begin. Do you have anything you
wish to say in your last moment of freedom?"

Looking up at her Mistress, Mindy felt calm wash in over her. All the inner
turmoil she had felt seemed to have vanished. She knelt at the feet of a
Goddess and this was the only vantage point she wished to enjoy. No longer
would there be lingering doubts in her mind about the direction of her
life. Gone was the gnawing pain of unrealized desires and repressed
dreams. She was now about to begin discovering her true nature and of this
she had no doubt.

"I understand now that the failings of my life were proof I existed in a
world which I was not meant for and I turn over the care of my body and the
direction of my future to my Mistress; to whom I pledge my undying devotion
and endless servitude."

The words dripped off Slave M's tongue like honey. They hung in the air to
be licked up by all who wished to hear them. The words were spoken into the
vast expanses of her Mistress deep blue stare and seemed to be a
declaration of love to her as much as it was an intent for her own bondage.

"It is time then for a final demonstration of your willingness to enter
your life of slavery. You will now be 'Tailed.' A symbol of your position
in our society, an offering of your body which will remain affixed until
your Mistress determines it shall be removed."

She turned to one of the four women. "Give me her tail."

The woman brought to Bernadette the box that Slave M had been given by
Cherie as she left the Cocoon. In the long drawers in the wall there was an
array of tails; these are thick anal leashes which fit into the anal ports
snuggly, forming a tight seal which cannot be removed without the aid of a
Mistress. To the anal plug is attached a long mane of hair. The hair is
often matched to the natural hair color of the slave, unless desired
otherwise by the Mistress. The chubby store clerk has an uncanny ability to
match the personality of the girl with style of a corresponding bondage
tail; it is the real reason she keeps her position at the Cocoon. The tail
chosen for Slave M was crafted from the hair of Nordic beauties; a
shimmering blonde tail adorned with colorful beads of gold and
jasmine. Interlaced within the blonde hair was an almost indescribable
color of darker hair. As Slave M looked in nervous anticipation at the tail
and the large anal plug she squinted and recognized the interwoven hair of
the tail. She wasn't sure at first, but the barely discernible smile of her
Mistress told her that it was true. Her Mistress had donated her own hair
for the making of her tail; a gesture never before seen at Lovecraft, and
it's importance - once known- would be lost to no one.

"Bow at my feet, slave." The majestic Goddess intoned. "Present to me the
Port which was placed in you for my pleasure. Give to me what is now mine,
slave."

Mindy mimicked the position she had taken in the Cocoon. She pressed her
face to the stage; making sure to flatten her chest and arching her back.

"Slave, open yourself to me!"

All that Slave M could think of doing was reach behind her with her shiny
leather mittens and spread open the globes of her bottom; offering up in
full submission her most intimate hole. Her anal port had been lubricated
and as her Mistress looked down she saw the wrinkled eye of her bottom open
and close as if to wink a hello to her.

Mistress took the tail from the box and showed it around the room to the
riveted crowd. She took special care to make sure that Makeda saw every
detail of the opulent device.

"Prepare yourself, slave, to accept the life you have chosen. Thank me, as
I invade the very core of you, which I now own."

Mistress held the heavy anal plug in her hand. It was a blunt plug,
hand-carved out of ivory, and had been passed down through generations
within the Adams family. It seemed only fitting that Bernadette now used it
on her intended love. The plug widened quickly to the width of a modern
soda bottle. It was carved with little nodules and ridges that would act as
anchors inside the slave's anal passage and prohibit her from taking it out
without her aid.

She leaned down and hissed into her slave's ear in a hushed tone only the
two of them could hear.

"You are mine now. You are going to take all I give you without complaint
or suffering. You are going to prove your worth by swallowing your pain."

Mindy breathed deeply and readied herself; she wanted nothing more than to
make her Mistress proud. She felt the cool end of the ivory phallus press
into her tight hole; quickly it exceeded the width of the metallic cock she
had suffered through at the hands of Cherie. Her anal port stretched easily
to accommodate the girth, but her sphincter suffered greatly. Mistress
pressed the tail into her slave with steady persistent force. She
recognized immediately the distress Mindy was experiencing and found a
perverse satisfaction in it. Her inner fire was fueled by the pathetic
whimpers the girl unsuccessfully tried to hold in and gushed as she saw her
ring once again turn a painful white as it afforded the bulk of the
merciless intruder.

"Take it, slave, thank your Mistress. Come on, Thank me slave!"

"Thank you, Mistress! Thank you for my tail... uggghhhhhh..."

Slave M's words trailed off into anguish, which caused a collective gasp
from the room of Dominates. Some became so enthralled with the proceedings
they used the mouths of their submissives to quench their needs. Throughout
the room the slurping and sucking sounds of slaves orally gratifying their
Mistresses filled the room. It had a chain reaction effect amongst the
agitated women and soon became a vortex of prurient desires. The more the
slaves serviced their Mistresses, the more they wished to require of
them. The communal raising of sexual desire and need continued unabated for
several more minutes as they watched the tailing of the new slave.

"Yes, you are at the apex of the tail, slave... cry out! Cry out in your
need for your tail."

Slave M wanted to show her inner strength, she held back her desire to
wail. The white hot pain was cresting through her body like a wave across a
beach. She knew if she could suffer this, she would earn respect from those
around her; and she did.

Mistress reached inside her robe and nurtured her arousal, finally
acknowledging a growing appendage that rose at the top of her sex. The
Goddess had an extraordinary clitoris. It hung down like a finger between
her fleshy folds. It felt angry and would soon reveal its power to the room
of panting women.

Mindy felt a pop as her asshole began to close over the outer edge of the
ivory plug. The mixture of hair in her tail symbolically fused the two
women together; binding them to a lifetime of shared passion. She felt as
if her ass were hungry and devouring her tail; feeding on the gift from her
Mistress. She felt as if she had passed a test. Unable to speak, the
creation of sound was too much for her body to muster. She groaned and
whimpered as the burn in her ass was beginning to dissipate and started to
feel like little needle pricks. The pain was now throbbing; it was no
longer sharp. Soon the pain would leave her all together, and she would
learn to love her tail. It would become a symbol of her love for her
mistress. Indeed, she would feel naked and empty without it.

"Witness all, the slave is tailed. She will remain our slave and is now
worthy of the instruction and guidance of women meant to show her the joys
of servitude and reveal her true nature.

The Mistress thundered on her proclamations; her words carefully chosen and
skillfully delivered. It had a hypnotic effect on the room and she reveled
in her power over them. Mistress couldn't help but look at Mekeda and smile
with satisfaction. She saw on the woman a gaze most unusual in a
subordinate. The intense look Mekeda gave her was unflinching; it appeared
a direct challenge. If they had been wild dogs, there would have been a
fight to the death.

Typically this is where initiation ceremonies would end. The tailing of a
new slave is the culmination of a lengthy transformation of naturally
submissive women into slaves. Mistress Bernadette looked around the circle;
none of the Dominates had yet made an effort to leave. Each of them was
indulging in lascivious acts of pleasure with one or more submissive,
obviously taken by the energy of tonight's events. There was a lingering
sense that the initiation was not yet over.

The six Manor Mistresses were offering their services to one another. There
was no hierarchy between these women. Each had lofty titles and earned
respect within the slave trade world over. They rubbed each other's cunts
and caressed each other's breasts more as lovers would. Each of them had
rights to any woman in the room, except for Mistress Bernadette. For now
they enjoyed their own company; which was something they did on the rare
occasion they were all together; each grinding and slathering on one
another. Each caught up in the moment and luxuriating in the fever pitch of
sexuality that permeated the room, all but one that is. Mekeda sat still in
her seat; never touching herself or any of her compatriots, she leveled a
glare across the stage at Bernadette Adams that let her know this was not
over; not by a long chalk.

Mistress Bernadette continued in an unnerving manner. She was calm as
everyone else was ragged with desire. She controlled her sexuality and
wielded it like swordsman wields her saber, she orchestrated everyone's
orgasms from the stage like a sexual maestro. She intended to tangle bliss
in front of everyone, then take it away again. She was playing the room
with a skill the likes of which no one had ever seen. It was like watching
a much heralded, but never before heard musician take the stage; and then
far surpass everyone's expectations. None of the women present in the room
had ever witnessed Mistress Bernadette's sexuality first hand; it was only
spoken of in allegory and rumored about within the trade. Everyone was
caught up in the spectacle; everyone, that is, but Makeda.

It was time for Bernadette Adam's to take ownership of this night. It was
hers; she would not allow anyone to take it from her. This was the night
she had waited for over years of patient planning. A night that required
she leave no doubt as to her superiority among the women of this room; nay,
the women of the world! She had never had to take so bold a stance before,
but she would not let her one chance at love slip away to the hand of
another.

She took her newly tailed slave by her leash and led her to the large
padded platform in the middle of the stage. For all intents and purposes it
acted as a bed; it was a ten foot square platform topped with a luxurious
white padded cushion. All eyes of the room watched as she led her slave
onto it; wrenching the poor slave's neck in a show of power, eliciting a
quick yelp of discomfort from her.

"Kneel, Slave!"

Slave M rose on her knees and held her hands up near her shoulders in a
submissive begging position. Her new tail dangled down the back of her
thighs and flowed out in all its beauty along the bed. She faced her
Mistress and looked up at her with anticipation. She felt the electricity
in the room; but missed much of the symbolism of the night. She had not
been a part of this world long enough to understand.

Mistress held her leash firmly, causing her head to cock as she salivated
with an open mouth.

"You are going to service me, slave. I am going to use your mouth for my
pleasure. You will continue to provide to me your eager mouth until I have
had my fill of you. You may not stop, slave; you will worship my body
fully. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress, I understand. My mouth exists for you, and only you."

"Yes, that's right... now bring me your slave mouth." With that, Mistress
Bernadette removed her white satin robe and revealed her magnificence to
the room. There was an audible gasp as the silent room gazed at the
legendary body of their Mistress. Her breasts were full and perfectly
shaped; blessed by God with identical size and contour. Her age had not yet
robbed them of their firmness; her nipples were dark and fully erect. Mindy
saw they were not as long as hers; however her areolas were much wider,
perfectly framing the pencil size nodes. Her body was not sculpted; it had
a sense of being voluptuous without being paunchy, the sort of body that
used to be celebrated in works of art. Her hips gave way to a gloriously
full matt of dark pubic hair. It was rich and full and clung to her labia
which were wetted with excitement. Hanging down at the crest of her vagina
was a thick throbbing clitoris that extended like the index finger of an
adolescent child. The tip of her clit had the faint line of a ridge, almost
giving her appendage the appearance of a cock. Mistress Bernadette was all
woman, and it was time to prove it!

The room was soon flush with the sounds of busied mouths and violated
holes. The wet sound of sex was like a symphony and it echoed throughout
the domed chamber; slave on Mistress, Mistress aiding Mistress, slaves
stealing pleasure from one another. To call the event an orgy, would be to
call World War II a conflict.

"Open your mouth, slave, and begin your life of servitude." Mistress
Bernadette spread open her outer labia and exposed the dripping inner lips
to her slave; she wanted her to see her full glory, keeping her sex just
out of reach of her salivating mouth. She then lifted on her toes and
clutched the straining girl by the ears and pulled her hungry slave mouth
to her sodden cunt. "Ohhh YESSS! That it. Worship me. Eat my cunt with your
hungry slave mouth. Use your tongue now. Yes, like that, dip it deeply into
my cunt and eat all that I give you. Never stop, Damn You... Never Fucking
Stop!"

The lust filled woman was jockeying for position; moving higher on her
face, attempting to gain firmer purchase on her mouth. She strived to lower
herself directly over the strained face of her devoted slave. "Stay still,
slave, let your Mistress ride your face. Yes, that's it, lick me
deeper. Fuck! Just like that." Her fully engorged organ was now slapping
her slave about the face and nose as she increased her tempo; smearing her
cunt oil from chin for forehead.

Mindy struggled to keep up with the demanding woman. She wanted to keep up
with her movement, but was not skilled enough yet to do so. At times if
felt like her Mistress was merely masturbating herself along the contour of
her face; again and again her mouth filled with the tangy cunt soup of her
relentless domina. She had tried a lifetime to imaginewhat it would be like
to eat pussy; she imagined the texture of the fluid, the flavor, and
amount. But nothing could have prepared her from the thorough fucking she
was getting from this oversexed woman. Her jaw began to ache as the minutes
wore on. She strained to keep her tongue moving; and every time she slowed
down, her Mistress would give her a harsh reminder to continue, by
wrenching the poor girl's ears to the point she thought they would be torn
off.

At one point Mistress Bernadette scanned the heads of the six Lovecraft
Manors; only to see them all in various configurations of copulation. These
were Cuntsmiths of the highest order; and the privilege of watching them
alone in heated sex would have been a once in lifetime experience. But
their torrid sex only added to the overheated edge of the moment. It was
clear the room had just about hit its moment of exhilaration; it only
needed permission from their collective Mistress to release in a unity of
orgasm. No one dared achieve pleasure before their Mistress Bernadette. The
pitch of the room took its final climb; all but the glaring ebony snake
Mekeda, who declared her defiance of her Mistress with her eyes.

Mistress Bernadette rode the wave of pleasure as far as she could; spewing
out an endless stream of obscene demands to her slave. Her words stung with
their intonation and perverse tone. "Oh, fuck, Fuck, FUCK! YES, EAT ME,
SLAVE WHORE! YES, SUCK ME, SUCK MY CLIT! I'M GOING TO FEED YOU...

YES, YES, YES! OH, CHRIST! CONSUME MEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Her body succumbed to years of pent up demands. Never before had she
performed in such a raw and base manner within such a large group. Her body
found a plateau she never knew existed and she released a scalding hot
flood of syrupy cum down the girl's throat. Her body pumped stream after
stream of gushing cum into her slave's stunned mouth; her Mistress held her
mouth tightly to her exploding sex and her bobbing throat struggled to keep
up with the volume. The Mistress looked at the scene of obscenity she had
caused through hooded eyes; nearly a hundred women dealt with the burden of
their sexual crises at precisely the same moment. The communal sound of
orgasm was deafening as it echoed through the chamber. Literally gallons of
cum exploded from squelching cunts into the mouths and faces of women
scattered throughout the grand room. The floor became slick with the milky
flood of female cum. Everyone in the room was simultaneously achieving
multiple orgasms. The sound of slapping, the cries of pain, the cacophony
of perversion and elation sung to the heavens with a sound never before
made.

Panting and the remnants of sexual conquest continued for 15 minutes or
more; the entire room was in a state of shock at what they had just
collectively experienced. Slowly the room began to quiet; no one quite sure
what was going to happen next. Mistress Bernadette, herself shaken by the
calamity of her own orgasm, stared down at her new slave and couldn't help
but swell with pride at the sight of her devoted slave busying herself with
the job of cleaning her leather mittens with her mouth, and mopping the
floor with her eager tongue at any drops that escaped during the
pandemonium of orgasm. Mistress scanned the room of sexual wreckage and
watched submissives untangling themselves from under their Mistresses; each
helping another up and tending to wound from an overly aggressive
Mistress. She scanned the six women who seemed less shaken than the rest of
the room, but still needed time to regain composure. She saw Mekeda's stare
had not changed during the entire time. Her clothes were still perfectly
pressed and devoid of any wrinkles or fluid. The room hushed as if waiting
for her, their Mistress, to dismiss them.

Bernadette Adams placed her hand on her slave's head and gently guided her
down to the floor; she laid her down flat on her back and stood over the
girl with her feet straddling her shoulders, a triumphant stance of
superiority; standing like a lioness over fallen prey. She looked out at
the room as if to give them a final lesson in domination.

"Each of you is here tonight because you were meant to be here. You were
all drawn to me at different times in your life and for different
reasons. The reasons you are here are no longer important. What is
important is that you have just bared witness to what is possible in a
world where women are free to find their true nature; you each have seen
what we are capable of when we are freed from the shackles of societies not
brave enough to celebrate true freedom. Let this be a battle cry to the
rest of the world. My sisters, go out now, and spread the truth of what we
are capable of. Let no one misunderstand the power women have over our
world. We hold the key to salvation; through the sheer will of
determination and the conviction of our beliefs."

The room broke out in deafening applause; all the women, for a moment equal
sisters, celebrating the beauty of their female sexuality. Bernadette Adams
wanted to leave no doubt in the room - and especially to Makeda- that she
would not be denied her one chance to love. She took the final step to
claim her prize. Through the thunderous applause, whistles and cat calls,
she beamed down at her loving slave and mouthed the word "Open." Mindy
thought back to the first thing she saw when she entered this magical
place; she pictured the fountain and knew what was to come. She opened her
mouth just in time for her loving Mistress to release her golden nectar
into her wanting mouth. The room instantly quieted and all that could be
heard was the sound of a loving slave consuming a most sacred gift from her
Mistress.

Mistress Bernadette had won the hearts and minds of every woman in the
room, but one; and to her, she had just made a sworn enemy.

*

*** If you have read this far; I want to thank you for taking the time. It
was a challenge to write this story, and I hope that you enjoyed it.. The
door is open for a follow up, but for now, I will rest my weary fingers.
Your thoughts and comments are welcome; the dialog with readers makes this
process more enjoyable, so please write me if you have any interest.  ~
ArteMiss <quiet_writer@yahoo.com>