Date: Fri, 10 Dec 2010 10:06:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Quiet Writer <quiet_writer@yahoo.com>
Subject: True Nature Part 5

Chapter 11

The young woman knelt on the gravel, both literally and figuratively "In
the Crossroads." That is when the realization hit her; in the same way a
deer is felled by an arrow. It came suddenly and without warning with a
devastating blow. Mindy Swanson had put HERSELF into bondage. None of this
had been the work of somebody else's hands; she had not been coerced, nor
tricked or manipulated. Each strap had been tightened by her own hands,
each buckle clasped by her free will, her collar adorned out of her own
sense of duty. Mindy Swanson had made a series of willing decisions that
had led her inexorably to this point. The choices had been made rationally
and with clear thought. They were born of an inner need and desire to
escape a life she no longer fit into, and an unquenchable thirst for
something more. The woman had been chasing the all-consuming quest to find
her true nature.

Mindy put her hands onto the road and rose to her knees. She could see the
dark woman standing on the rise, and although she couldn't see her face,
she could feel as if she were smiling at her. It gave her the courage she
needed to continue. Mindy started the arduous task of crawling a long
uphill distance. At first she felt clumsy; somehow not able to get the
cadence down properly. Surprisingly her hands and knees didn't hurt; they
felt completely protected in her new leather appendages. A long time
passed, and Mindy didn't seem to make up much ground between her and
Bernadette Adams, but at least her face began to come into view.

Bernadette Adams stood at the top of the hill looking down at Mindy's
struggle, knowing that this was a right of passage, indeed something that
Mindy needed to do. As the afternoon sun began to drop behind Bernadette,
the light seemed to glow around her. It was as if she were almost
translucent; a shimmering shining Goddess, wrapped in gossamer, watching
over her subjects with benevolent authority. Bernadette always felt a pang
of pride when she saw a new girl join her fold. She felt like a mother
birthing a woman into a brand new world. She had deep affection and a kind
of admiration for each of her girls. They were brave in a way most women
cannot fathom. Each woman that entered the Lovecraft facilities were hand
picked. Each girl chosen for her own set of unique attributes. They came to
her of their own free will, each with a burning desire for something more,
and she knew just what to do with them.

Bernadette's family had, for generations now, overseen the worlds largest
slave-trade conglomerate; a shadowy network of closely linked services that
stretched to all corners of the globe. The name Lovecraft had been
whispered from the lips of the world's most wealthy and privileged
women. Queens, and aristocrats, Princesses and the wives of the obscenely
wealthy had been coming to Bernadette's family for over 200 years looking
for women and girls to cater to their own particular form of perverted
servitude. It saddened Bernadette that there was a dark history to her
family's legacy; a time when women did not enter her many training
facilities by choice. It was for those reasons her family would never get
the credit from the outside world she believed they deserved. Forced
slavery and underage servitude was something that she could not stomach,
even though it still happened in the poorest parts of the world. Lovecraft
Enterprises only served wealthy women, and they did not provide slaves to
men. Not because of some militant feminism, but because they believed that
the servitude of women to other women was most often a darker form of love
and affection. There were exceptions to that rule; Bernadette was not
naive, but misogyny of any type was not tolerated by her. She considered
her family pioneers of sorts. They had broken from the mold long ago,
suffering much impunity from others in the slave trade for their brand of
"Free Will Slaves". But for five generations now the Adams' women had tried
to operate their empire with asense of consciousness, and their formula had
worked.

The array of females offered in the Lovecraft stables was nothing short of
stunning. Hundreds of women were trained in facilities located in Asia, The
Middle East, Eastern and Western Europe, Africa, South America and - of
course - The United States. Every conceivable nationality, race, religion,
body type, temperament and eye color were provided by Lovecraft to their
wealthy clients. Sometimes "Spec-Orders" were placed through secret
channels for a specific kind of slave; some wanted sex slaves, others
wanted pain slaves, others had very specific and unusual requests. The
diversity and combinations of kinks seemed never ending; but if there
existed a sexual proclivity that had been yet unfulfilled, Bernadette Adams
prided herself in satisfying them. Within the facility was different
training centers, some slaves were schooled in only one discipline, others
were given a broader background in providing pleasure. Bernadette Adams'
oversaw an army of willing female slaves; they were highly trained and
exceedingly beautiful. Lovecraft Enterprises could charge exurbanite prices
for their services. After all, they were the very best at what they did.

Bernadette had to squeeze her own sex in triumphant joy at the sight of
Mindy Swanson's final pilgrimage to her feet; this moment had been a long
time coming. The truth is that her journey started long before the girl
even realized, much longer. Mindy had been spotted by "Friend of the
Organization" many years ago. Ironically she had been seen singing in her
church choir in her early teen years. Careful watch was placed on her,
because she was seen to have an exceptional beauty that had yet to be
realized. She came from a domineering family, her wants and desires never
fully catered to. She exhibited all the characteristics of a highly
successful candidate for slave export. It just so happened that Mindy lived
in the same town as one of Bernadette Adams' many American homes. This made
it easy for Bernadette to check in on Mindy herself from time to time when
she was in the area. Bernadette had gone to Mindy's High School basketball
games, had attended Choir recitals, she had even stood in the back of a
graveside crowd at Mindy's mother's funeral just 3 years ago. Bernadette
had never interfered in Mindy's life in the slightest, she was an observer
only. But as time passed, she increasingly looked forward to her trips to
Mindy's home town. Mindy had lived, unbeknownst to her, only 300 miles from
Lovecraft's very first American Manor Home; which had become the
U.S. training facility. This gave Bernadette an opportunity, and some might
say, excuse, to visit her frequently. To say that Bernadette Adams loved
Mindy Swanson would not be entirely accurate; but she had grown to regard
her in high esteem, and had looked forward to her birth into the fold for
many years. It would be more accurate to say that Bernadette desired Mindy;
she desired her in ways Mindy couldn't yet imagine.

Bernadette had contacted Mindy's employer several months ago, exploring the
possibility of employment, as she was considering re-locating to the
town. She forwarded a resume and list of references that had flabbergasted
the Human Resource Director of the small firm. This was not the sort of
woman who would typically even consider coming to work for a firm of this
size. The HR Director nearly sprinted to President Milton's office waving
the letter he had just received. A few phone calls and an expensive dinner
was all it took for Bernadette Adams to land at spot near her target. The
HR Director was confused by her request to have the unspectacular Mindy
Swanson become her new Executive Assistant; she said she had met her at a
health club and was impressed by her. The HR Director didn't hesitate to
accommodate the impressive Ms. Adams.

Chapter 12

Mindy was exhausted by the long climb. It had drained every ounce of energy
from her worn body to make it up to the woman she desired most. She knelt
at the very feet of the woman she wanted to please more than anything, the
woman she dreamt of... it seemed as if she had dreamt of her forever. Sweat
poured down her dirty face and her blonde hair clung to her cheeks and face
as if glued in place. Bernadette knelt down to get on eye level with the
panting girl, gently brushing aside the hair from her cheeks.

"Awww Ducks, you have done so well. You have come quite a long way haven't
you? Quite a long way indeed. You look thirsty, girl, does my sexy Ducks
need a drink?"

Mindy heard the words as if she was listening to a symphony; her mistress'
voice was caring and kind. She was being taken care of by the woman she
loved, and she soaked in every moment they shared together.

"Yes please, I am very thirsty." Mindy spoke in a staccato voice, ragged
with lack of oxygen.

"Well I think you had better ask me properly then, Ducks. I think it's time
you begin using the proper term when you address me. I think you know what
it is, don't you girl?"

Mindy digested the woman's words before speaking her
answer. "Please....M...Mistress, may I have some water?"

"Oh excellent, Ducks, I knew you could do it. Of course you can have some
water. I will be taking care of you now. Your care is my hands and of those
I choose to give that right too. Now here girl, Drink."

Bernadette poured some water from a plastic bottle into her cupped hand and
brought it to the thirsty girl's lips in the same way one brings water from
a stream up to her own mouth. She was giving her the water of life. She
stared down at the lapping girl with a mixture of erotic pleasure and
billowing pride. She bit her bottom lip at the thought of the girl drinking
from her; she intended to teach her many ways to drink from her body.

"Oh you are a thirsty girl" the woman gushed as she continued to pour more
cool water into her palm for the lapping lovely. The feeling of the young
woman's tongue on her palm made the gusset of her undergarment soak with
anticipation.

"I hope you understand, Ducks, that there was no other way to get you to
this very spot than the road you chose. I know that you are scared and are
confused, I know that you have many questions, and I promise in time they
will be answered, but for now you have to continue to trust me. Can you do
that for me Ducks, will you trust your Mistress and do everything I tell
you to do with the best enthusiasm you sexy body can muster?"

With each passing moment Mindy felt more at peace with her decision. Her
enthusiasm came out freely as she told her Mistress of her intent.

"Oh yes, Mistress, oh yes, I will trust you with my well being, with my
mind, with my body. Oh Mistress I trust you to take care of me forever."

Bernadette smiled at the girl and gave her nose a punitive twist. Mindy's
eyes blinked at the affront, her Mistress pulled out a black and gold
leather leash with a scarlet M embossed on the looped handle. She reached
up and fastened it to collar as the girl extended her neck.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> CLICK <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

Bernadette stood up and Mindy smiled brightly at her from the ground
below. The leash hung loose, dangling from the silver D hook. The woman
stared down at her slave and soaked in the moment, this was the thing she
liked to do the best. She had flown all over the world to do this very
thing for all her new arrivals and she had most of all been looking forward
to initiating Mindy into her world. The walk into a Training Manor was very
symbolic and the reaction by the new girls was a thing that thrilled
Bernadette above almost anything. Bernadette's body would gush forth when
she saw the girls' reactions the moment when they realized what was to be
expected of them; the instant they spied the bazaar goings-on inside a
training center. It could be overwhelming for some; some wept at the sheer
depravity of it all, some would pee themselves in fright, others still had
actually reached climax seeing how they would be treated, all too eager to
join the fray. Bernadette had an idea Mindy would not over react, that she
would soak it all in. But she couldn't be sure, and there was only one way
to find out.

Mindy could see the Manor as they made their way across the grass. The
building looked as if it were straight out of Gone with the Wind. The home
was very large, but not gaudy, it was elegant and understated. It appeared
to be very old, but Mindy could see modern surveillance cameras placed all
around the perimeter. Upon closer look it seemed almost like a
fortress. There were guards on the roof of the manor pacing back and forth,
spying the grounds with binoculars. As Mindy got closer she could see that
instead of guard dogs they seemed to be walking human-dogs; or more
accurately, the guard dogs they walked were actually leather clad females
on leashes, it was truly a bazaar sight. They walked together in
silence. Bernadette kept the leash taught, wrenching the girl's neck
upwards slightly as they made their way across the lawn. All that could be
heard was the tiny ringing of the bell on Mindy's collar. They reached the
massive column of stairs and Mindy wondered how she was going to be able to
manage the climb. Each stair was taller than a normal stair, and Mindy
wondered how on earth she would be able to get her bottom half up each
progressive step. Her Mistress gave a quick snap of the leash.

"Heel!" Mistress' words were sharp and unmistakable.

Mindy knew the word meant to sit, so she did her best to anticipate her
Mistress' desire. She got as close to her Mistress' legs as she could
without touching her; she sat back on her heels, placed her hands on the
ground between her knees. She kept her back very straight and chin tilted
upward. Mindy was now staring at beautiful Bernadette Adams' stunning
Saree. It was a Blood Red and Gold gown mixed with rich colored flowers of
different sizes and shapes. She looked like an Indian Queen in the decadent
wrap.

Bernadette lifted her pet's chin with her fingertip, so she'd absorb the
full effect of her piercing blue stare. It was time to prepare her for the
next step of her journey. She spoke in measured tones, with words that
swirled in Mindy's head and both dazzled and frightened her. She held back
the urge to pee as she listened to her new Mistress setting the stage.

"There are a few things I need to go over with you before you enter the
Manor and I need you to pay close attention, because I do not repeat
myself. You are here because I want you here and because you have made the
brave and profound choice to cast away all that you knew and enter a world
that will cater to your true nature. I have only made the choice available
to you, and you have chosen wisely. You have entered this place of your own
free will, and here you will stay, until it is determined it is time for
you to leave."

Mindy listened with an all consuming focus of attention. She sensed the
gravity of this conversation and knew her Mistress was revealing to her
some of the mysteries she had been promised. She did not nod, nor did she
answer; Mindy Swanson looked at her Mistress as a puppy looks at its
owner... with rapturous attention.

"This is one of my homes; I have many of them in many different places. In
my homes I employ a very specialized training method to transform women
like you into instruments of pleasure. You must understand that pleasure
has many forms; the pleasure you will learn to provide will be catered to
the specific desires of another woman who you will serve. You see, my pet,
you are going to now learn how to become a proper slave."

Bernadette punctuated the word slave with a syrupy intonation, stopping for
a moment to let the overwhelmed girl digest her words. She could see in her
eyes the power the word had over her. She had seen this reaction countless
times during her life. Even from the time she was a small child, and
learned the art of female domination from her mother and grandmother, she
recognized the significance of the moment when a submissive women comes to
the realization she is now a slave. She could see the synapses connecting
inside Mindy's mind; it was the slow and inevitable connection of all the
events that had come before now beginning to fall into place like the
tumblers of a mental lock. The locked door was now opening in the young
woman's mind, and Bernadette could see as the sweeping realization spread
across her face.

Mistress smiled; "Just breathe, my pet. You are going to do just fine, I've
been waiting for this moment for longer than you know and I have every
confidence in your ability to excel at the servitude of women. We are now
going to enter the Manor, and you will enter it on your hands and knees;
the leashed and collared slave of your Mistress. You are going to see women
whom I employ instructing slaves in the erotic arts. You will see all
manner of sexuality and depravity in your time here, but you must keep one
thing in mind; that the slaves performing the various acts of submission
are chosen specifically for their ability to handle and accept that form of
servitude. You will never be made to endure that which you cannot. You must
always trust that your Mistress knows best. You do trust me, don't you
pet?"

"Yes Mistress, you have all my trust and my devotion."

Bernadette swelled with pride at how quickly the girl had accepted her new
position in life and how easy it was for her to fall into the submissive
state required for her training. She recognized that this was all new to
her pet and that she had to be shown submission has its own rewards. She
decided that this would be her very first lesson once inside the Manor. Her
pet's complete and utter compliance would be required during initial
training, but she would need to deftly balance moments of kindness and
tenderness. She was ready now to take the girl into the Manor for her
initiation ceremony and if all went as planned, she'd be enjoying her slave
in a more intimate way before the night was over.