It had finally happened! After years of training and service, initially online and then face-to-face, Mistress had allowed me to do what I had finally realized I wanted to do. Become Hers, completely, finally, and without reservations.

The tears and shouting were long over. The ties to family and old friends were cut. All property had been sold and the proceeds deposited into Her bank account. I had gotten rid of virtually everything that connected me to my old life, before Her.

Now, the taxi was traveling up the long drive to the home She had selected, and I had paid for. Correction; She had paid for, when I turned all of my remaining funds over to Her. I emerged nervously from the door and took my tote out of the back seat. In it were contained the last vestiges of my old life. Some makeup, a favorite pair of earrings, the medallion that Jack had once placed on my labia ring. The medallion was inscribed with his initials, the date of our marriage, and crossed crops, but had become so worn I had removed it for safekeeping after his death. My purse, containing my drivers license, credit cards and my passport and a few other odds and ends.

I had never seen the place, had just been given an address and had looked it up on a realty website. It was actually quite cute; it was a small house with a long, private driveway and a turnaround circle at the front. It had an upper balcony in the back overlooking a walled garden. Two floors, three bedrooms and a basement. I shivered for a moment. I could imagine why She had purchased a house with a basement. There was a patio in the back with a fire pit (for barbecues, I supposed). There was a two-car garage, of course, for Her car if She chose (or for anyone else She sent to visit me). I would not have nor need a car.

She was waiting, outside the door, sitting in a metal chair at a small cafe table. She was dressed just like you would expect any young woman to be dressed...a black tank top with a loose blouse over the top, a flowing black skirt that ended just above Her knees, and dark red open toe heels. A woman I didn’t recognize sat next to Her, also beautiful and a little older than Mistress, but dressed more like she worked in an office. Some of Her other pets were there, Kari and Mina kneeling in the grass, one on each side, Kari in a cute little schoolgirl outfit and Mina in an extremely form-fitting pair of red vinyl shorts and a matching red top. Miss Janet was standing behind Her with one hand on Her shoulder, in an all-black sheer bodysuit. Miss Janet had always had a special relationship with Mistress (and with me, for that matter) and I was not surprised to see Her standing.

As the taxi departed down the drive, I approached the waiting group with some trepidation, not sure what to do...then suddenly it came to me; I dropped my tote on the ground, walked confidently up to Her, knelt in the grass, and did what I had done countless times before...crossed my ankles, sat my ass down on the heels, crossed my wrists behind me, opened my thighs, thrust my chest out proudly, and looked Her straight in the eyes.

“Hello Mistress!”

She smiled, but said nothing for the moment. My eyes were drawn to the crop dangling from its wrist strap around Her right wrist. The silence seemed to stretch out forever, but probably only lasted a few seconds (such was my frame of mind).

Finally, her moist red lips parted, and She spoke.

“Hello kitten.”

I looked up at Her...the reason I existed at this point. It was impossible for anyone else to understand what She meant to me. My whole being was dedicated to Her service, and now, in front of Her, kneeling before Her and a few members of Her family, i was unable to think clearly; I could only stare….speechless.

The moment stretched on. It seemed as if it would last forever, this tableau of three adult women kneeling before another, and one standing behind Her, another seated with Her.

Finally, I found my voice. “Hello, Mistress!” I blurted out, not sure what else to say.

She smiled once again and replied, “Well, kitten, it seems you’ve arrived.” Another brief pause. “Undress for us.”

I started a little, although I had anticipated this command. It was different, undressing outdoors, unlike the various venues in which I had stripped for Her over the previous years, but I was ready.

“May I stand, Mistress?”

“Of course, kitten.”

I rose as gracefully as I could to my feet, slipped off my jacket and folded it neatly (as I had been taught) and placed it on the ground at my right side. Then I unbuttoned my white blouse. Each step seemed to peel a little bit of me away...not only clothing, but self and independence. The blouse opened, revealing tanned skin and a lacy nude push-up bra. A wrinkle, here and there, could not be avoided. Taut, smooth flesh was long behind me, as was the luxury of a purely blonde mane free of gray streaks. I was in my sixth decade, and although many seemed to find me attractive, I could not be other than I was. The only important thing, though, was that Mistress wanted me. All other considerations faded into the background.

The blouse joined the jacket on the ground. I reached behind me and unhooked the bra, shrugging the straps off of my shoulders and breathing a sigh of relief as the constriction around my chest eased. My small but still-firm breasts bobbed free, the nipples beginning to unfold as my arousal increased with every step of this deliberate striptease. The gold rings in each nipple positively flashed in the sunlight of the front yard. I smiled as I remembered how, long ago, I had envied the other girls their bigger “assets,” and how over the years I had learned to appreciate just how good I had it...my breasts still sat high on my body, and I had seen how women with larger bosoms had struggled with theirs over the years.

The bra dropped onto the growing pile of clothing while I addressed the black pencil skirt. Unhooking from the left, unzipping, and sliding the snug garment down my legs, stepping carefully out with the four-inch black patent spike heels which tended to sink slightly in the grass. The skirt folded and placed, I stood for a moment, looking at my Mistress. I had been “bare down there” for over thirty years, and decorated with two gold rings, one in each labia, for almost as long. The moist pink lips, and the rings glistening with that moisture, were framed by taupe stay-up stockings with lacy welts.

I looked at Her with a question in my eyes, and She responded calmly. “Everything, kitten.” I stepped out of the heels, the grass soft under my nylon-clad feet. I carefully slipped the stockings off and added them and the heels to the other discarded clothing.

Mistress spoke, “kari, get Vanessa’s clothes and other things and take them around to the back.”

Kari rose from her kneeling position, minced over with a triumphant grin on her face and picked up my clothes. She briefly stuck a pink tongue out at me (when Mistress couldn’t see her) and then carried my clothes away. Kari was nearly my age but had long been trained by Mistress as a “little,” and had gradually assumed that role throughout her daily life and now thought of herself as somewhere between rompers and short schoolgirl costumes, depending on Mistress’ mood. I envied her in many ways, although I sometimes wished she was a “little” less brat and a “little” more girl. We all waited, the tableau frozen, until Kari returned and once more knelt at Her side.

Just as she returned, I heard a car coming up the driveway. I continued to face Mistress, waiting for Her instruction. The car pulled to a halt behind me, and I could hear a whir as an electric window lowered.

“Kitten, turn and show yourself, explain why you are naked.”

I turned to see a black Mercedes sedan. In the back seat, window lowered, was the familiar face of High Mistress Joanne. I stepped forward to face Her.

I intoned softly “High Mistress, I am naked because my Mistress Haley wanted me so.” I looked into Her cool grey eyes for a moment.

She smiled back and said, “Well done, Vanessa. And now you are finally here, about to step over the threshold and into a new life of complete submission. Are you ready?”

I felt a lump in my throat. Was I ready? I had wanted this for so long, and had begun the long journey almost four decades ago, and with Mistress Haley nearly five years. But this was a big step. I could imagine why my belongings had been removed to the rear of the house. The moment stretched on.

Then, finally, with a quick nod, I said, “Yes High Mistress. It is what I want. To be free of decisions.”

Something changed ever so slightly in Her eyes. “Don’t be too sure of that. There are always decisions. You must make the right ones. But,” the smile returned to Her eyes, “depend on Your Mistress to guide you, and I am sure you will.” I bowed my head in assent, and the window slid upward. The brief interview was over, and the car moved smoothly around the circle and back out of the driveway.

“Kitten,” my Mistress’s voice called me from behind, breaking the spell, “show yourself to the rest of our group, and explain why you are naked.”

I turned once again to the small group of women, some kneeling and some standing, and One who was seated, alongside the stranger. “I am naked because my Mistress commands it, as She commands me.”

She nodded slowly and rose from Her chair. “Let’s go to the back of the house...kitten?” She pointed to the floor and then walked away.

I dropped to my hands and knees and quickly followed...one step to the right, and one step behind, as I had been trained. I had never been inside, just seen the realty photos, so I was unprepared for the comfortable furniture that now populated the once-barren rooms. We passed through the house and out onto the patio in back, where Kari was waiting beside the fire pit, now burning merrily and throwing a soft glow over the afternoon’s slowly dimming light. I shuddered when I noticed the rod protruding from the fire pit, its length beginning to glow red in the heat. The unknown woman followed us silently and took a seat behind a table, on which lay several pieces of paper with another chair in front.

Mistress reached down and removed my day collar...a leather braided collar that I had worn every day since I became Her slave. She looked at me, at it, and then tossed it unceremoniously into the flames. She nodded at Kari, who grinned at me and fed all my clothing to the fire...including my new heels! Mina had been carrying my purse and handed it to Mistress. Mistress went through the purse and fed all of my documents...passport, driver's license, credit cards and so forth...to the flames. Finally, the purse itself joined the rest. She held up the medallion from my marriage to Jack...my eyes locked to Hers as She held my gaze for a long moment...and then pocketed the charm. Everything else went to the flames. I had expected this, but still, it left me shocked.

Mistress then turned to me and said, “My slave...you may stand and sit at the table with my attorney. She has some papers for you to sign.” She relaxed into another nearby chair.

I did as I was told, sitting in the cold chair. The woman looked at me carefully and then gently said. “My understanding is that you want to surrender your name and accept one selected by your Mistress. Is that correct?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“Also, she wishes to assume guardianship over you. That means control like a parent. It also means accepting that you are incompetent under the law, meaning you no longer make financial or other decisions by yourself. Do you understand that, and accept that?”

My lips trembled a little...thinking back on my life and all the things I had done, in and out of marriage. “Y-yes….that is correct.”

She nodded slowly. Then, sign this paper here, and here, with your current name.” I did so, seeing with a small start that the new name was to be Nessa Haleys4everslave. “Now, sign here also, accepting her as your legal guardian.” I did as I was told. “I believe, Janet, you will be witness?” Janet nodded and moved over to sign the same papers. “Now, these papers will have to be attested to in front of a judge. We can arrange for privacy, but it must be done. Once it IS done, there is no going back, except through a similar, formal process. Do you understand, Nessa?”

“Yes...Miss.” (I still didn’t know her name).

“Good girl,” she said, and then collected the papers and stood to leave. “This is a big step, but I know your Mistress well, Nessa Haleys4everslave, and she will take good care of you.” She walked back through the house, and I faintly heard the sound of a vehicle arriving and departing.

Now it was only Mistress and Her pets.

“Nessa, crawl to me.” I did so without hesitation. “Roll over onto your back.” Trembling a little, I complied. She continued, “You know we have talked about this over the years, even did it virtually once...but now is the time for you to bear my mark for real, and permanently. Do you consent?

I nodded slowly, but without hesitation. I knew what was coming, and I feared the pain but craved the meaning.

“Janet, gag her, then all of you hold her,” She said without inflection, rising to grasp the tool that had been sitting in the flames. Janet forced a ball into my mouth and the three girls held me down, Mina and Kari holding my legs, and Janet holding my arms.

The tool swung into view, the very air around the cursive “H” at the end shuddering with the heat of the near-white steel. Mistress swung the hot metal down until it pressed into the soft flesh above my sex. My eyes went white and I could smell the burning flesh. I tried to scream but the gag permitted only the barest of noise to escape. Mercifully, I passed out.

When I came to, I could still feel the pain of the brand, but it had lessened some, due no doubt to the ministrations of Janet and the cold pack resting on my abdomen. I was resting on the bed in the downstairs bedroom, still naked, but covered with a light sheet.

Mistress was sitting in a rocking chair next to the bed, Her eyes full of concern...and love. I knew She loved me, always had, and although She had inflicted pain on me before, this was a special kind of pain, and a permanent change.

Now that She could see I was awake, She urged me to drink a little from a glass She held. “This will help you sleep. Tomorrow your new life begins. Rest, now.”

And then, She began to sing to me. It was a wordless tune, but it soothed me, and eventually, I slept.