Date: Fri, 10 Dec 2010 10:05:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Quiet Writer <quiet_writer@yahoo.com>
Subject: True Nature Part 4

Chapter 9

When Mindy awoke, she was home and once again alone in her bed. She didn't
remember getting into bed; she didn't even remember coming home. Her last
memory was the Limousine. She lay naked under her covers, her freshly
folded clothes on the chair next to her pajamas. Bianca must have brought
her upstairs and put her to bed. Normally, the thought of another woman
seeing her naked would have been earth shattering; she wondered how long
Bianca looked at her, or if she took any liberties with her. Considering
the events of the last two days, the images weren't so shocking any more,
though.

Mindy was anxious to take a shower and clear her head. As the hot water
washed away some of the shame she still felt, she began to think back at
all that had happened to her. She thought of Bernadette Adams' elegant face
and how her body moved under her tailored suits, she visualized all the
women in her office yesterday and the erotically frightening vision of
Bianca. As she ran her soapy hand down the cleft of her rounded pale
globes, she traced her finger over the lip of her new anal port. She
whimpered as she slid two fingers into the wanting hole. The thought of the
device inside her bottom, whose only purpose was to make easy the access to
her most intimate opening for women yet unknown, was almost too much to
bear. As her fingers glided along the silky texture of her port, she
imagined it as a safe guard for her delicate membrane; it made her feel
brave and desirous of the attention she would soon get. As her fingers slid
in and out she pictured the tattooed woman standing behind her, the vision
in the mirror, and her look of unabashed lust on her round face. She
remembered Cherie's words, and how she manhandled her during her
fittings. Mindy moaned softly under the hot water as her body delivered her
the sweet and satisfying bliss of orgasm. She remained under the water for
a full five minutes untill her spasms subsided.

In her bedroom, it was as if a spot light showed at the table top. The
single business card sat next to her mobile phone - as if it was calling
her - drawing her to it. She sat naked at the small table and examined the
card again. She admired the intricate detail of the family crest on the
front. The word 'Adams' was scripted in some sort of old European font; the
crest was a tangle of canines and serpents and equine. She looked at the
single number written at the back. It appeared to be written in a form of
calligraphy, by a quill no doubt. She didn't recognize the exchange number,
and had no idea which corner of the globe she would be calling. She
wondered who would answer, and what they might tell her. She considered one
last time the words of advice she had been given;

"...I know you do Mindy, that is why you're being taken to the Cocoon. It's
a place where changes begin. Now make me proud, and make your choices
wisely..."

"...You're here because she chose you; none of this is an accident. Trust
your instincts kiddo and you'll be fine..."

"...Everything will be made clear to you, Dollface, I promise. But the
choice is solely yours..."

Mindy knew she was at a crossroads. She imagined turning her back on this
opportunity, whatever it was, and going back to her old life. She tried to
imagine pretending none of this had happened, or repressing the desires she
now felt. She knew what her choice would be and she wondered if Bernadette
Adams had known all along.

Mindy now possessed a lust to complete the adventure she found herself
on. She looked deep inside herself, and summoning a bravery she never knew
she had, she dialed the ten digits of the numbers.

"Congratulations on your choice, you have taken the final step in your
transformation."

The number had taken longer than normal to connect, the tone sounded far
away; the phone was answered after only one ring. The woman's voice was
clear and authoritative, it was not warm and friendly, nor was it cold and
impersonal. It was unsettling.

Mindy's voice sounded weak and unsure as she pressed on. "Thank you, I am
not sure who I need to talk to, I was given this..."

Mindy's words were cut short by the voice in her ear.

"How you received this number is not important. The fact that you called
it, however is. It means that you have made a choice in your life; that you
now have realized that any attempt to continue your life as you once knew
it, is futile. You also know that you cannot change it on your own. By
calling this number you have made the brave but irrevocable choice to shed
the binds and burdens of your existence, and take on new binds and new
burdens, ones that will enrich your life and bring you closer to your true
nature."

Mindy was thunderstruck by how deeply the woman's words penetrated
her. They cut through any need for discussion and were the summation of all
of her feelings.

"What is my true nature?" the brave woman responded.

"That is an excellent question." The woman paused for a moment. Mindy's
words seemed to take her by surprise. "Your true nature can only be
revealed by stripping away all that binds you, and by placing your complete
and utter trust in those who understand what you cannot."

The phone call only lasted two minutes. Very little was actually said, yet
Mindy felt she had a clear idea what lay ahead. She was not in search of a
place; or of a feeling, she did not seek sex or gratification. Rather Mindy
Swanson was in search of herself, and she now believed she could find it.

Chapter 10

Mindy stood outside her small bungalow, on the vacant street lined with
endless rows of identical bungalows. She stood with a single small bag over
one arm and a folder full of documents under the other. She stood outside
at dawn just as she had been instructed to do, and waited. The same grey
Limousine that had taken her to the Cocoon yesterday slowly turned the
corner of her street, and Mindy's heart began to race. She had hoped
against hope that it would be Ms. Adams that took her on the final leg of
this journey, away from the life she no longer wanted. She had not seen her
since yesterday evening but it already seemed like a life time ago. She
felt her nipples swell with pride that she had been chosen for this
incredible journey. They ached with anticipation and threatened to burst
through the turquoise halter she now wore.

The Limousine came to a slow stop in front of where the excited woman
stood. The driver's door opened and upon seeing Bianca again, Mindy was
filled with a sort of relief. She felt safe when she was with her, even if
the sight of her still made her uneasy. She thought Bianca looked like a
sexually-frightening version of Big Bird today. The large woman walked
toward her dressed in a skin tight canary-yellow leather jumpsuit. The
one-piece outfit was so tight on her enormous body that Mindy wondered if
she needed lubricant to get it on. The jumpsuit zipped up the front, and
Bianca obviously saw no reason to use the top half of the zipper; it came
to rest at the large woman's navel. Much of her torso and all of her
cleavage and neck were visible. The ubiquitous female-symbol chain dangled
onto her breasts. Mindy smiled at the woman and a knowing smile was
returned. As Mindy climbed into the dark Limousine she realized she was
alone.

"Ms. Adams isn't coming with us?" she asked with disappointment and a level
of fear in her voice.

"No Kiddo, this part of the trip you take alone. And with that, the canary
wrestler shut the door and drove down the street that Mindy Swanson would
never see again.

The drive lasted for nearly 6 hours. There had been many freeway changes,
bridges and tunnels. They had reversed direction at least twice by Mindy's
count. She gave up all hope of knowing where they were heading. She felt at
peace as she looked out the window, daydreaming as the pastoral scenery
rolled by. Yet there was a gnawing trepidation about what was to come that
kept her on edge. She had never left the city much, but always had wanted
to. There was food and drink in the Limousine refrigerator, and Mindy was
shown a sealable bedpan if she needed to urinate, since the yellow Goddess
would be stopping for nothing. The drive continued through the day with no
signs of a break, and the brave woman was left to her own thoughts and
worries. The Limousine made a slow turn and started down a tree lined dirt
road; the canopy of the trees entwined and grown together, forming a dark
tunnel along the abandoned road. Mindy wasn't sure how far they traveled
down the bumpy road, but it seemed they went on for miles and miles. The
Limousine came to stop outside a rusted old iron gate; the woodland vines
had all but overgrown it and it was thick with undergrowth and gnarled
plants. If the Limo hadn't stopped, Mindy wouldn't have even noticed
it. She saw Bianca talking on her cell phone and slowly the gate began to
open inward, like the mouth of a beast. As they entered, Mindy felt her
stomach sink - suddenly feeling rather ill with anxiety - and as she looked
out the window she could make out a crest on the gate, the same crest that
was on the business card she received from Cherie.

They had only driven some hundred yards when the Limo surprisingly
stopped. There were no buildings or people in sight anywhere. Mindy
wondered if they were to be met and taken somewhere by a greeting
party. Her door opened, and once again the sun was blocked out by the
grinning face of the massive woman.

"Here is where I leave you, kiddo. You need to continue up this path on
your own. You will find everything you need along the way."

Mindy looked at the woman as if to say 'please don't leave me,' but
Bianca's face told her that this is the way things needed to be done. Mindy
took her large hand and exited the Limousine.

"Remember kiddo, you were chosen for a reason. You can do this if you just
trust her."

Mindy surprised the mammoth female when she stood on her tip toes and gave
her a soft kiss on her cheek.

"It's alright Bianca; I know what I have to do."

And with that she made her way up the drive. The nervous woman scanned the
stone pathway, but still didn't see any structures or people. There were
wooden fences in the distance; they appeared to be a corral or something
for livestock. She could see a small lake; it was really quite a lovely
setting. In the distance, and for as far as her eyes could see, there
seemed to be a wall of dense forest. She assumed that the gate they passed
through was attached to a fence and it probably protected these grounds. It
seemed pretty obvious that no one could get in here unless they were
invited.

Mindy crossed the crest of a slope. She was giddy trying to imagine what
she might find over the next hill and the next and the next. She felt as if
her life was now an adventure, an exploration of the unknown, and most
importantly, of herself. She knew she would not be greeted with loving open
arms, she understood that affection and pleasure from this point forward
needed to be earned. She felt ready for the challenges that lay ahead, as
long as Bernadette Adams was there to guide her.

Mindy saw a black leather satchel in the middle of the road. She knew it
wasn't there by accident. She hurried toward it and saw that it had been
embroidered with a scarlet M on the clasp of the bag; someone's initials?
Was it hers? She looked around to see if she was being watched. There was
no one in sight, so she squatted down and slowly opened the mysterious
bag. It seemed heavy, and beautifully crafted; its contents were carefully
stacked on top of one another so that each would be taken out in
turn. Mindy pulled out the item lying on top of everything else. She held
in her hand a beautifully crafted hand-tooled leather strap, obviously
fashioned by the craftsman who made the satchel. The detailed stitching
along the outside and intricate inlaid leathers made the strap look like a
work of art. She turned it around and saw a metal D hook with a small red
bell on it and the same embroidered scarlet M. She held in her hand a
collar, more accurately it was 'her` collar, and Mindy knew it the
moment she picked it up. She stretched her long neck and carefully wrapped
the leather around her throat. It felt sublime and she soaked in the
feeling of freedom her collar gave her. A strange thought, that such a
thing could be true. But Mindy felt a sort of freedom in the knowledge that
she was a step closer to discovering her true nature. The collar fit
snuggly around her neck. The soft suede interior of the tooled leather felt
almost luxurious. The fit was perfect, as if it were precisely cut to fit
her slender neck. Something felt different though. Mindy sensed that there
was significance in her putting on her own collar - something symbolic
almost. Mindy gave her D ring a quick pull with her finger and whimpered at
the feel of the tug.

Next she pulled from the satchel a set of strange looking padded devices;
they were made of matching leather and had a series of straps and buckles
that hung from the leather pads. She spun them in different directions and
tried to see exactly where and how the fit her body. She remembered some of
the odd measurements that Cherie had taken, and then mimicked one of the
stances. She bent her knees, so that her heel was pressed against the back
of her thigh, and suddenly, the straps all seemed to make sense. She busied
herself with affixing the pads to her bare legs. She tightened the straps
around her shins and knees and clasping the buckles around the sides of her
legs, the top ones resting just under the hem of her skirt. After several
minutes of adjusting, she took a moment to test the strength of the
restraints. She was now unable to stand so she knelt on the padded
leather. The bindings felt comfortable and she could hardly feel the rocks
under her knees as she maneuvered back towards the bag to see what else was
there.

In the bottom of the satchel appeared to be two leather oven mitts. Mindy
pulled them out and looked at the odd contraptions; they had rounded ends
and no obvious place for a thumb. She opened them and saw there was soft
leather interior with openings for each of her fingers. Mindy slipped her
hand into the cool leather. It felt as if it where being wrapped in
velvet. Her fingers slipped into the snug confines, each hole seemed to be
drawing her fingers in deeper. She loved how it felt and quickly used her
teeth to pull the second mitten on. She could move her fingers, and open
and close her hands, but she was not able to grasp anything; not even her
bag and the papers she had brought with her. She held her hands up in the
air to examine the leatherwork, and that was when she saw, standing atop
the next rise, a solitary female figure. Mindy could not see her facial
features, but the way her beautiful dark hair flowed in the breeze made
Mindy's pussy gush with excitement. She just knew it was Ms. Adams; it had
to be! Mindy wanted to run to her, to be with her as quickly as she
could. She reached down to unbuckle her leg straps, but she could not grip
them. She frantically tried to take off the mittens and free her legs but
she couldn't get a hold of the slick leather. She was becoming more
frustrated by the second. She bit the end of her hand restraints but the
perfectly crafted leather holes gripped her fingers tightly. It seemed the
harder she pulled, the tighter the grip became. She was not able to pull
them off. It was as if her fingers were trapped in the leather binds in the
same way children's Chinese-finger-cuffs kept you from pulling your hands
apart. Mindy looked up at the lone figure and wanted to yell for help; to
scream to her she was coming. Mindy felt the knot in her stomach begin to
grow, she could see the woman waiting for her and she was making no attempt
to come to her aid, so she decided to go to her. Mindy Swanson was not able
to use her hands and was deprived the ability to walk. She sat there for
several long moments thinking of her options. She looked back to see if she
could call to Bianca for help, but the Limousine was now gone, she was
alone.