A Visit to the North Ch. 10

This is a closing of the mystery story of Annabelle's life changes. Having met and been with Seth the story turns to the future. But Thomas' suggestion might prove impossible.

The characters are all fictional. Please read the earlier parts. Please leave your comments.

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Part Ten

Friday afternoon Liz and Julie arrive back in Montreal. They were anxious for the meeting but felt there was at least some hope. They're travel had allowed them to discuss the possible recovery.

Donna had asked to meet everyone so that the arrangements for the gathering could be agreed to and understood. Donna felt she needed to control the party mood and not allowing Marie to feel any pressure. Douglas had made the food and drink arrangements and the waite staff were all young women from the nearby University. They were offered an incentive if they would wear a simple maids outfit. The staff would be witnessing a gather of strong women and several submissives and each was instructed to stay clear of any activities of a personal nature. Michel and Pia had been informed of Thomas's thoughts on the abduction at the Tuesday evening dinner and were prepared to simply ask Marie about the December disappearance at an appropriate time.

Donna had the financial alternative arranged; the sum had been transferred into Canadian dollars. Her instinct led her to trust Thomas but she didn't agree with Michel's plan. She felt sure a payment would be required.

Liz and Julie were staying the St. James so they met Michel and Pia at the Ritz prior to the gathering. On the cab ride to Donna's they expressed their surprised that Donna had found someone such as Thomas.

Liz was completely in disbelief, "Michel, can we trust this BSD? Why or how did Donna decide to bring this Thomas into this? I mean what if he's a part of this abduction?"

She was shocked that Donna felt comfortable discussing the plight of Barb's husband with this man. It was only after Liz understood his suggestion they started warmed to the idea.

"It still may lead nowhere girls. We've got no assurance he's been taken by this Ms. Doumergue. We have to be realistic." Julie offered. "And there's a real possibility that he isn't a male at this point."

"Where did you hear Thomas was well endowed Liz?" Michel asked.

They couldn't waste time, their cab had arrived at Donna's hillside home. Once inside Donna asked them to finish their preparations.

Julie had agreed to be the 'sub' for Liz, but hadn't agreed to the restraints that Michel took as her right. Pia quietly suggested to Julie that she might just relax and enjoy the event.

"Julie, have you ever been made to wear an anal plug? If not you might be surprised by the benefits dear. Would you like to borrow one of ours, maybe a small one like this?"

She produced a 30mm diameter penile shaped plug of shiny metal. Julie had been penetrated by many toys and smirked.

Pia said, "Just consider it Julie," and she placed it in her hand.

Pia was dressing herself when Liz entered and asked further about the device.

"I think we shouldn't be over the top in our dress but clearly sub to Michel and Liz," Julie said. "I don't need your toy as a inducement Pia."

Pia showed her the outfit she intended to wear and Julie agreed to dress likewise. Then she retired to the bathe. When dressed Julie look beautiful and several simple adjustments to her makeup and outfit were sufficient for Michel to pass a compliment.

"You look perfect my dear. And are you wear the plug?"

Julie looked down to her heels and said, "Yes Mistress, I cleaned myself and placed the plug. Should I show Elizabeth?"

Michel smiled and Liz came near. She lifted the subs skirt and felt her cleft and the protruding ring.

"Very good girl. I will fuck you a bit later! And I like the black bra with the shear white blouse. But you will not call me Elizabeth, only Mistress is acceptable".

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Donna had arranged to have most of the guests come earlier than Marie and Rachel. When the two appeared the party and discussions were underway and Michel & Pia were already comfortable. Liz and Julie were a bit behind the learning curve and tried to mimic the others as best as possible. They had a brief conversation with Thomas. He suggested that he would introduce the pair to Marie when appropriate.

Marie was the last to arrive and once settled began to mill about exchanging small talk with the other dommes. Rachel was escorted on a white leather leash and though not all of the subs were restrained Rachel was clearly well practiced. She would descend to her knees when Mastress stopped to talk with any of the other guests.

Julie wasn't prepared when Liz decided to move toward Marie. She thought Liz would await Thomas' introduction.

Liz slipped passed several women, Julie atop her very high heels tottering. She paused slightly to allow Julie to come alongside and then step to greet Marie.

"May I present myself Ms. Doumergue? I am Mistress Elizabeth from the States."

Marie looked Liz over carefully, "You quite new to leading your sexy woman aren't you? I could offer several suggestions."

Julie smiled though she was looking down to Marie's shoes and Liz had to turned and stared her to be still.

"Well I can't hide that fact Ms. Doumergue, but she is very good at other things."

Marie paused her, "I meant no disrespect Mistress Elizabeth. It's clear your charge isn't accustom to such tall heels." She looked down as did Liz, "Too tall for this small party I think."

Thomas had excused himself to handle an important call so he and Marie or Mastress hadn't cross paths yet. He came in to the room quickly, noticed the four women and approached Marie and kissed her right cheek.

"I see you have already met my girls from the south. Liz you look wonderful."

Turning back to Marie he said, "I've missed you Mastress. Rachel looks perfect down on her knees."

This caused Rachel to frown and Mastress to break her smile.

"You haven't called me that in years dear boy, but I'll allow the error this once."

On the other side of the large room the women seemed to be studying the each other and their subs so Michel's' overt focus on Marie and Rachel appeared well considered and nearly normal.

Pia was surprised by her attraction to Marie or Mastress. She now realized that her submissive nature had been buried so deeply. She couldn't stop her arousal caused by witnessing the clear super domme move about the room and press Rachel. She was in awe of how Rachel was attired, a strapless corset in black with feather details across the tummy and twelve suspender clasps holding her elegant silk stockings taut. Her thong was narrow and the material simply parted her vulva. Pia noted the glistening on Rachel's upper thighs.

Michel was also in a bit of reserve. She couldn't bring herself to cross the room and initiate a discussion. Mastress didn't appear to be watching the pair as Michel moved to talk with the others. She seen Thomas enter from the upper hall and go to Marie and kissed her cheek.

Marie was about to ask him something when he crossed the room. Michel saw him coming and prepared her mind for the next step.

Thomas drew Michel near and immediately kissed her.

Mastress watched carefully as Rachel stood and moved between Julie and Mastress. She whispered to her domme.

"Thomas maybe up to something."

Mastress whispered to Rachel, "Who may she be? That woman seems very anxious."

Just than Thomas turned to look over his shoulder and looked directly at her. This caused Mastress consternation. He then turned back to Michel and took her hand.

As he escorted Michel with Pia just behind her he said, "I think it's time. Waiting may lead Mastress to leaving."

They both moved toward Mastress, Pia following close behind. He quickly introduced Michel and Pia to Mastress as Michel watched Rachel bent to kiss Michel's hand.

"Pia is lovely Michel. Your French is good but the accent sounds American?"

Michel's intent was to not waste a moment and her hand was shaking slightly. Pia placed her own hand atop Michel's to calm her Mistress.

Michel turned to her and smiled and then stepped closer to Mastress, taking Mastress' right hand in hers.

"Ms. Doumergue, we are here from Washington in search of a lost friend. He seems to have been abducted just before Christmas."

Michel felt Mastress' hand withdraw slightly but she continued holding fast.

"He was near Chinatown here in this City. We've nearly given up hope after these five months of finding him but still seek at least the truth."

Michel turned her head down as she finished speaking and now touching Mastress' arm turned to Thomas.

He spoke quietly, "We're all interested in the truth dear Marie. We'd like to know you've not had reason to be involved."

Mastress was paused by the final statement.

"Thomas, can we speak a moment? Rachel please stay. Excuse us Michel." They moved a few steps away.

"So somehow you and Donna have me in a etau, Qui?" She meant that she was trapped.

Thomas stayed quiet, allowing Mastress a moment to think the question through. She wondered only a moment, realizing the alignment was against the Sisterhood. Better to ask for some consideration? Or simply ask to forgiveness? Her policy in the past was to protect the Estate and the Sisterhood from any interference or criminal investigation.

"There is the issue of compensation Thomas. What might be acceptable?"

He turned slightly and looked to Michel, "A small token would be, say one hundred thousand?" as he nodded slightly to Donna and Michel.

Thomas watched her thinking it through and offered, "How many do you have at this time dear?"

Mastress looked into his eyes, "Only the one, she is from New York."

Thomas turned and quietly said, "Accept the sum and the women will keep your dealings private. Otherwise there may be serious trouble", Mastress cut him off.

"You can be of help at this time Thomas. The older woman is not married to my girl. Who or what is she to this woman Pia?"

He turned slightly and moved closer, "Evidently your girls wife is Pia, quite lovely as she is prepared. Michel is not quite her Mistress. I mean she is but theirs in a recent relationship. How many months have you had the 'girl'?"

"It's of no import dear Thomas. Let's get this settled. I don't like being compromised as you are very aware."

She continued, "Help me resolve this without them going any further. You know we have a girl, not a man 'friend' and she is from New York. So they must accept the conditions and we'll aid Annabelle's re-integration. Can I depend on your council?"

He smiled and kissed Mastress, "Certainly, and Annabelle is a beautiful name for a good looking girl, or a hound?"

"She is a real beauty that we've all enjoyed. She quite a sexual creature Thomas. Capable of great pleasure. We'll miss her surely. She is very well trained; you might have wanted to be with her Thomas."

Mastress looked to Rachel who was only two steps away and caught enough to understand. She was very aware of the next steps.

Mastress turned and stepped assertively back to Michel and Pia, "I have a bit of news but we need to settle an important condition. Thomas will be the intermediary and will provide a release early tomorrow in Old Town."

She turned away without another word and collected Rachel's leash and left immediately.

Pia collapsed as the words settled in her mind, but Thomas was able to catch the woman. Michel bent to her knees and kissed her.

"We're so happy Pia," but she was not conscious. "Thank you Thomas!"

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I was awakened by Catherine early Sunday morning before the dawn.

"Prepare yourself carefully dear as I've packed a few of your things and a makeup case."

I looked at her quizzically.

"Get moving Anna. I need you to focus. A car will be here in fifty minutes. Go now to toilette, please!"

Mastress was waiting for me in the Keep. She was at the window. I walked to her and she turned.

"You look beautiful Annabelle. I needed to prepare you in too short a time. As of now you are Annabelle Renard of Montreal, age thirty-five. Your passport will be delivered to the Hotel Ritz sometime before Wednesday. You have a group of friends staying there and they are one choice you could make. Let them help you get re-established, either in New York or Washington."

I looked at her with a small tear forming in my eye, "Are you simply allowing me to leave?"

"There is an account with $100,000 dollars to help you and two credit cards in your name that I will pay for the next year."

This wasn't the plan! I had spent months becoming this new person, a woman, a sexual being who lived to be with both women and men. She was pushing me away after teaching me to suck a man's penis, to take his phallus deep into my body? I wasn't capable of just leaving!

"I must sit down, and Mastress I need you to further explain why, why you've decided to simply 'release' me."

She did sit beside me and our legs touched as she told me of the evening she had at Donna's. She didn't explain my wife's position only that she was aided by "several lovely women".

She was close and seemed to want to kiss me, "You have to decide now Annabelle. I cannot risk destroying the forty-five girls who were here before you."

I reached to turn her face toward mine but she moved my hand and continued, "Alternately you could simply move on independently. You're a beautiful woman with these assets and the freedom of cash. If you need some time to consider the alternatives you can use the Hotel St. James. No one there will recognize you and you could stay there a couple of days, you need to get your bearings dear. What you cannot do is stay with us beyond this morning."

Mastress reached to the table and retrieved a small ring box. "This is for you to never forget that I will be with you forever Annabelle."

Mastress slipped the one carat solitary ring on to my fourth digit of my right hand. "I'll hope you may find your heart soon, and if you again meet the wife of the past you remember that I helped you become what I feel you wanted all those years ago."

She took my head and musing my hair she kissed me deeply, "I do love you. I've loved all of the women who have been here with us Annabelle."

She stood and turned to look over the City, "I have to take this step to protect all of the girls we've helped. Sofia and Emily wouldn't care to be exposed to an investigation."

I listened carefully and emotion started to take control, but I stayed focused awaiting Mastress to conclude.

"We need you to understand there will be no future contact with the Sisterhood and there will be no investigation. Just you leaving for your next step."

Mastress looked back to me and again turned to the window.

I stood quietly and moved to her side, thinking of all kinds of questions but foremost who had arranged this shift in Mastress' plan.

I sounded a bit emotional when I said, "But Mastress, the placement was settled, why do I now just leave?"

She didn't look at me but offered, "Your wife has somehow decided to pull you back to her. There are many changes you have been through but she as well as been changed and can't return to her near past, just as you can't. There is no winner in this outcome nor any easy decisions. Catherine and Rachel will finalize your travel. Please forgive me for working toward these changes only to have them be unsettled so near the completion."

She came to me and reached to hug me. I thought, could I do this? Move away from this place, from her, from the others? I looked over my shoulder to just walk away, but turned and accepted her hugs.

"Please forgive us Annabelle and be safe and happy. You deserve the best."

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Once in the car I asked the driver to simply drive around the City. I sat looking out the window at the place that would from today forward, I would say was home. The people noted the beautiful German limousine, watching it at traffic lights. I didn't realize they were actually looking at me. I was taking it in but not registering the details. I felt lost. I lowered the vanity mirror and reviewed my makeup but really just looked to see just how I was changed. Did they reshape my nose? My chin seems a bit smaller and of course my neck was smooth. I looked into my eyes, inside they had changed me the most.

The good looking driver wasn't aware that I had checked out his package as he helped me enter the rear door. I'd swung my skirt widely and he had to have seen my panty. I didn't want him per se, but I was aware he could fill me and I could play with him.

After ninety minutes I thought clearly again, "Take me to the St. James in Old Montreal please."

I had made a decision; I would spend the night alone. I needed to see what I was as well as who I was before I allowed any others to carry me somewhere, a place I hadn't decided I wanted to go.

I checked in using one of my cards as Annabelle Renard. The comfortable south room allowed me to look toward the river, just water moving eastward. I tried to cry for my lost situation but just couldn't. I liked what Mastress had made of me.

I emptied my four large cases to review what Catherine had packed. The lingerie, dresses and skirts, stocking and socks, twelve pairs of shoes including sneakers and flats. I had clothes to get me through about a week and sufficient makeup. She'd remembered a toothbrush and makeup removed. I turned the room temperature to 27c degrees and removed all of my clothes, laying them on the bed.

As the room warmed I felt more comfortable and I used the full-length mirror in the bathe to study my body. My breasts and waist were just shocking, still. Naked and smooth my body looked wonderful. My little clit was perfect when this small, and without the testes the sac had shrunk tightly. I could easily tuck it away and forget the 65mm clitty. I returned to the edge of the bed and pulled my thong into place, settling the clit just so. Back in the bathe at the mirror I enjoyed this look the most, but felt a bit too natural so a got my heels, the medium ones. The mirror confirmed my minds eye: I was a very sexy female. I started to think about my clit and it started to swell. I decided to review the possibility of it's size and stimulated it to its full 20cm and 12cm girth. I did so now to confirm my earlier shower 'studies' at the Estate and voila! The rigid organ was too much. I couldn't enjoy the look. I loved being more of a girl and the turgent organ drew too much attention. I sat to consider the view a moment and allow the size to reduce. I realized this marked the conclusion of my gender variance.

I turned to see my profile, that of a girl. I gasped in amazement when I noticed my breasts, rising as I stood, prominent above my rib cage. I would try to remain as my mind felt, a girl with a very large clit. No, a woman of thirty-five years, I'd lost four years! And the nearly six month of training with Mastress and the Sisterhood.

Mastress had been clear; the resilient quality of the skin on my neck and face had the doctor reporting my estimated age of no more then thirty-six, a nice trick! I returned to the mirror and looked carefully for any sign of cellulite or scars from the surgeries. My breasts were healed and there was no redness at the insertion. Catherine had done the same weeks ago. She had said the diet at the Estate and the amount of good clean water we drank helped, as did the Basti. I couldn't find any dimpling on neither my thighs nor my sweet bottom.

I cupped my breasts, nearly a full C, and 90-66-95, almost 178cm tall. The nipples became taut with my self-stimulation. I wondered if my feet were too large, they seemed OK for my height at size 39. The blonde very long hair was so beautiful but I realized I'd need to manage the extensions every two weeks. Or maybe I could visit the salon in the morning and have just my own hair back. It won't even reach my upper shoulder so I'd have to deal with the short length for months. I decided to wait to remove the extensions since naked I loved it touching my back.