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.