Date: Fri, 10 Dec 2010 10:06:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Quiet Writer <quiet_writer@yahoo.com>
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.