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.
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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.