Transcendent

Chapter 2 — Egg

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It was a gorgeous day as Sean strolled down the main drag of Chrysalis. The town felt considerably less ominous when the sun was shining. The silence was remarkable. There were no cars driving along the junk scattered road. He’d encountered no other people thus far. There was no birdsong or even a dog barking in the distance. It was so quiet. A light breeze made the trees along the boulevard rustle, but when there was no wind, you could hear a pin drop.

Sean wasn’t used to the quiet. Silence was no longer a part of modern life. Most people were surrounded by noise while at work. Whether they were employed in some field that required constant verbal communication or they were simply besieged by the dings and alerts of computers all day, the assault on the senses was constant. While commuting, the radio, podcasts or audio books were your constant companion. At home, it was the TV or YouTube always on in the background. Even when he went out for walks, Sean always had his earbuds in.

Now he was alone in this strange town with no technology. The quiet was discomforting at first. It forced you to be alone with your thoughts. It demanded your focus be on the here and now. The longer Sean bathed in it, the more he realized it was a good thing.

What were we losing by constantly allowing ourselves to be bombarded by other people’s voices and opinions? How many great ideas were failing to be born, because they never got the opportunity to arise from contemplation? How much self reflection was being missed, consigning people to old patterns of behavior and stalling their personal growth?

The silence had him thinking and now he couldn’t stop. Walking down the cracked, garbage strewn sidewalk, his mind was in perpetual motion. Sean had deliberated on how he felt about the night before, yet he’d arrived at few conclusions. It had been such an odd series of events that brought him into the orbit of Delilah. Mistress Delilah, the snug feeling of leather around his neck reminded him.

She’d been absolutely right. Sean felt a million times better the second he put the collar on. Why was that? Was it because he felt so alone in this unbelievably odd place? Or was it something else? Delilah was drop dead sexy, amazingly confident, yet undeniably warm and disarming. He’d never met anyone like her. Sean had never thought of himself as a bottom or submissive, yet in her presence, he’d fallen into the role so easily.

He approached another storefront and turned to inspect the windows. That was another odd thing about Chrysalis. Although most of the shops were abandoned, they all seemed to be well stocked. When a business had to close, the owner would usually liquidate the merchandise. If the business moved, the items moved with it.

In this town, it was almost like the people who owned these establishments had disappeared overnight. The stores were frozen in time, their wares available freely to anyone who chose to wander through the front door. The windows, doors and signs were almost uniformly filthy. Even from the outside, he could see a layer of dust on most items in each display.

Sean turned his gaze to the next business and his walk slowed to a stop. A gaudy looking storefront called Leather Larry’s Pleasure Palace presented itself. The young man chuckled, noting that it was definitely no palace. Just an ordinary looking shop with lots of kink themed leather gear featured prominently in the front.

The store looked somewhat less dirty and disheveled than the other businesses surrounding it. It was almost like it had been abandoned more recently. Its cleaner look and bizarre wares enticed Sean, inviting him in for a look around.

‘Hmmm… Maybe I can find something that would put a smile on Delilah’s face. It would be nice to surprise her.’

He turned and walked to the front door, pulling it open with no resistance and stepping inside. There were no lights on, but with the sun pouring through the front windows, he could see well enough in the darkened show room. The thick smell of leather descended on him like an ocean wave as he entered.

“Hello? Anyone home?”

No answer. He hadn’t expected one, but it would’ve been rude not to check. Sean moved in slowly, studying his surroundings as he made his way deeper into the “palace” of leather.

There were dummies setup near the front sporting all kinds of crazy looking harnesses, belts and interlocking bondage fixtures. The walls to either side were lined with racks of leather pants, coats, shirts and undergarments. The tables near the center were stacked with boxes of leather boots and smaller display stands showing off jewelry and other adornments. He saw no dresses or feminine apparel anywhere. It seemed this store catered exclusively to men.

Sean smiled as he zeroed in on one table with a large assortment of leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Each one had an O-ring or D-ring attached, giving them utility for kinky play in addition to whatever fashion statement they were making. He’d seen the punk and goth kids in school wearing bracelets and anklets like these all the time. It seemed like the kind of thing Delilah would appreciate.

He wasted no time, taking up two of the thick leather cuffs and wrapping them around his wrists. A belt-like strap around the center secured them both firmly. He grabbed a pair of ankle cuffs and took a seat on of the fitting couches in the center of the room. After rolling up his pant legs, he repeated the feat, attaching the strong strips of shiny black and metal to his lower legs.

*DONG DONG DONG DONG*

Sean jumped, startled by the grandfather clock on the wall. It wasn’t far away; nestled just between the racks of leather clothing not far from where he was sitting. His gaze found it and the clock continued to chime, alerting him to the fact that it was noon.

‘Wow, noon already! I guess time flies when you’re exploring a ghost town. Noon… Wait a minute. I’m supposed to be somewhere, aren’t I?…An hour from now, I think?’

Sean’s body buzzed with fatigue and his eyelids grew heavy. The sensation came on strong and fast. He leaned over and stretched out on the fitting couch. It was leather, like virtually everything in the store. He never would’ve guessed one of these simple guest sofas, the kind you saw scattered all around shoe stores, could be so comfortable. Yet there he was, relaxing contently and about to doze off.

‘Yeah, I’ll get going… Right after I have a quick nap.’

As the darkness closed in, Sean’s nostrils were filled with the scent of leather. It was so overwhelming, he could practically taste it on his tongue.

* * * * *

He felt the tip of something rubbery gliding along his back. It traced his spine up and down, making winding turns and sudden reversals over his lats and traps in slow, smooth arcs. It felt like some kind of wand and the massage it delivered was almost pleasant.

“C’mon Sean… Time to wake up!” a familiar voice said softly from behind him.

As he awoke, Sean realized he was nude and standing, though not strictly under his own power. His limbs were supported by large, leather padded planks. The bondage rings on his neck, wrists and ankles were connected to the the large cross, holding his arms and legs out at forty five degrees angles. He was staring straight at a wall. Based on the color and decor, he recognized where he was immediately.

“The first half our session is over. It’s time for the real fun to begin!”

“Lena? Is that you?”

*WHAP WHAP*

Her crop whistled through the air and stung his Ass cheeks in rapid succession.

“Ahhhhhh!!!”

“That’s Miss Lena or Dr. Lena to you, young man.”

If he wasn’t fully awake before, he sure as hell was now. Sean attempted to look from side to side, but the short restraint connecting his collar to the center of the St. Andrew’s Cross allowed scarcely any movement at all.

“Why am I naked?”

*WHAP*

A third painful swat whipped across his exposed buttocks. Sean grunted as the ache set in.

“You’re not naked. You’re wearing that lovely collar and some nice leather cuffs! Cuffs you picked out yourself, for that matter! You’re really jumping in with both feet, aren’t you?”

“How did I get here?”

*SMACK*

The fiercest blow yet lacerated his quickly reddening cheeks and Sean whimpered.

“Wow. Ignoring my question and asking one of your own. You don’t seem to know how this works.”

“I’m sorry, Dr. Lena!”

“Don’t be. I Love slow learners! To answer your question, you walked through the door. You were seven minutes late, by the way. Thank you for reminding me.”

*WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP*

Sean gritted his teeth as blow after blow ripped into his soft Ass flesh with ever increasing strength. He heard Lena cackle behind him as she went about her work. There was no doubt she was enjoying herself. The loud snap of the seventh blow pierced the air and Sean was left shuddering in his bonds.

“Mmmmm, very nice! Now your Ass is starting to look like a proper submissive’s should.”

Lena stalked around the room, her heels knocking across the floor as she waited for him to ask another impertinent question. When he didn’t, the footfalls of her boots grew closer, zeroing back in on him.

“That’s more like it. I ask the questions and you answer.”

Sean breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he’d earned a temporary reprieve.

“How did you like your first night in Chrysalis?”

“It was good! Very good!”

“What was good about it? Meeting some asshole at the town hall? Being terrified in the middle of the night? Passing out? Being attacked by birds?”

“Delilah! Meeting Delilah was nice.”

“Ah, I see…” Her crop began tracing the naked flesh of his back once again. “So you enjoyed your first night of being dominated by a woman?”

“It was… a new experience.”

*WHAP*

White lightning flayed across his wounded Ass.

“When you’re less than truthful, you’ll feel the sting!”

“Okay! Okay! Yes! I enjoyed it!”

“What was your favorite part?”

“Ummm, I don’t know… When she tossed my salad?”

*SMACK SMACK SMACK*

Three especially hard blows laced his bottom and Sean’s eyes bulged. He grunted and writhed on the cross, his body jolting in agony as the depth of her strikes registered searing Hot pain across his tender flesh.

“DO NOT lie to me!”

“How the fuck do you know if I’m lying?!?”

*WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP*

After a long string of brutal swats, Lena tossed her crop aside. It clattered in the distance as the worked-up Domina closed in on Sean and pressed her curves into his back. Her body was clad in thick latex. Sean could feel the cool rubber as Lena pressed herself on him. Her latex gloved hands flowed up and down his body, tracing his naked form and groping him all over.

“I know” she spoke into his ear. “Because you answered these questions when you were under. You already told me the truth. The subconscious doesn’t lie. You can’t hide anything from me!”

She pressed her hips into his battered Ass, re-igniting the brutal ache that her two dozen lashes had instilled. The cool rubber of her outfit acted as a soothing balm, her rubberized crotch massaging his savaged bottom smoothly. Somehow, she was making it both painful and pleasant at the same time.

Lena reached up, grasped his nipples and began twisting them gently. Her breath was Hot against Sean’s ear. “That’s how this works. I extract the truth, then interrogate your conscious mind. That’s the version of you that will attempt to lie, deceive and obfuscate. Eventually, we’ll bring you and your true desires into alignment. Won’t that be nice?”

Sean stood in stunned silence, unsure of what to say. He was still trying to process the bizarre combination of sensations he was experiencing. His first visit to this office had indicated Lena was slightly unhinged, but even after that initial realization, he’d never expected treatments like these. She was viciously demanding and completely overwhelming, yet he couldn’t deny the truth in the doctor’s words.

“Y-Yes Dr. Lena…”

She chuckled and began twisting his nipples harder. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Sean took a deep breath. His entire body buzzed with electric giddiness as the pain gave way to something wonderful.

“Yes, Miss Lena!”

* * * * *

The sound of nonstop ringing in the background greeted Sean as his eyes slowly opened. His clothes were back on and he was lying on a bench. Sean righted himself, his mind groggy and his body stiff as he scanned the new surroundings. It looked like he was sitting in the lobby of a… theater?

The harsh metallic ringing of the old-school rotary telephone continued. There was no one at the front desk to answer it. Sean rose from the bench and crossed to the counter. He reached over the side and picked up the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Sean! There you are! I’ve been trying everywhere!”

“Delilah! You were gone when I woke up, so I…”

“Decided to take in the naughty flicks?”

“Naughty flicks? No, I was looking for you and exploring the town. Then I remembered I had an appointment with Dr. Lena.”

“Oh, you’ve been seeing her, have you? That’s good. She’s excellent at what she does.”

Sean winced, his Free hand massaging his bruised rear. “I can’t argue with that. My Ass is still smarting.”

“Hahahaha! I meant helping people find themselves, but her other skills are certainly useful in that regard.”

“Are you back home?”

“I am, but not for long. I need to pick up a few things before our little bash tonight.”

“Bash? I hope I’m invited.”

“Don’t be silly. You’re not invited, you’re required to attend. My friend Kiera is having us over for dinner and some fun. A little shindig to celebrate the collaring of my new slave! It wouldn’t be much of a party without the star slut.”

Sean’s heart rate ticked up. He couldn’t see her, but he knew Delilah was wearing that wicked smile and her glossy black eyes were burning coals of lust. He swallowed before answering. “Yes, Mistress! Just tell me where to go.”

“We’ll meet at her place. She lives in Hackman Hills. Twenty six Walton Street. Quickest way to get there is the shortcut through the alley next to the bank on Main. After that it’s a straight shot to the development. You can’t miss it.”

“Alright. Should I head there now?”

“Yes. The day is slipping away. You don’t want to get caught out at dusk again, do you? I don’t need to remind you what happened last night.”

“Definitely not. I’ll hightail it there.”

“Good boy! See you soon, slave.”

Sean hung up the phone. The rattling of the heavy receiver into the sturdy base echoed through the empty lobby. One of the fluorescent lights illuminating the hall blinked above, the end of its life encroaching. The floor was littered with discarded ticket stubs, food wrappers and empty bottles. The concessions counter stood in the distance, half stocked with snacks. Like every other venue in town, no one was around to sell them.

‘What is your deal, Chrysalis?’

He turned and strode toward the exit. As he approached the row of glass doors, the faint glow of late afternoon grew closer. On either side of him, rows of large, framed movie posters were hung with NOW SHOWING displayed prominently above each one.

Domina Film — Mistress Valeri’s Monster Cock

Carmen Rivera Submissive Training — Pounded In The Garage

The English Mansion — Arse Licking Slave

Each poster featured a gorgeous woman in leather standing above a male submissive in some form of bondage. Most of the imposing Dommes were sporting massive strapon cocks around their curvy hips.

Sean chuckled and shook his head.

‘I think it’s safe to say a theme is emerging.’

Had he entered this place of his own accord? Or had Dr. Lena implanted the suggestion in his mind to visit this place after their session? If so, what else had she implanted? There was no way of knowing, but he was confident she was doing something along those lines. How else would he recall, so suddenly, an appointment he had no memory of making?

The lack of clarity should have bothered him, but it didn’t. As he hit the door release and walked outside, Sean brimmed with excitement.

* * * * *

The bright morning sun had disappeared behind an overcast sky hours ago. As he proceeded down Main Street, a light fog rolled in. The air grew cooler and the low lying clouds blanketed the streets in wispy obfuscation. The further he walked, the shorter his field of vision grew. Soon, he could only see ten to fifteen yards ahead.

The weather was portentous, but there was good news. Sean was fairly confident he was going in the right direction. Even in the darkness of his first walk through town, he’d clearly identified the First National Bank. It was one of the few buildings that still had exterior lighting that worked. He turned his eyes upward, spotting a faint glow through the fog in the distance.

Sean kept his eyes trained on the electric illumination as he continued down the crumbling, debris dotted sidewalk. He was close, and once he found the bank it would be a simple matter of–

His gaze shot back down to its normal level and Sean froze in place. A dark silhouette was outlined in the fog just ahead. A fiery red dot blazed to life, fighting its way through the cool bleakness. Whoever it was standing on the corner was having a smoke.

“Don’t be scared, hun. I won’t bite.” A low pitched, husky feminine voiced pierced through the gloom. She took another drag of her cigarette before speaking again. “Unless you want me to.”

Sean resumed walking and the fog slowly parted. The mystery woman came into focus and Sean’s eyes widened the closer he got. A latex Goddess stood on the corner, her ample curves shining in the dim light of waning day. Her entire body was covered in glossy dark magenta. The hue of her bodysuit, trapped somewhere between purple and red, gave a radiant luster to her heavy breasts, thick thighs and well toned arms and calves.

She was a couple inches taller than Sean in her thigh high boots, the color of which matched her catsuit perfectly. Even her face was covered by clinging latex. In the outlines of the openings for her mouth, ears and eyes, Sean discerned the light mocha tone of her skin.

A rubbery stem pointed up from the back of her hood. From there, luxurious hair flowed down in elegant waves. She’d dyed her dark locks with a shade of red so the resulting color came close to matching her Fetish attire.

Shimmering orbs of warmest brown peered out from her latex headdress. Her stare was magnetic; as compelling as the Afghan girl from that famous cover of Time magazine. But instead of haunted sadness, these eyes glowed with eager mischief.

“Hey, handsome. You the new guy in town?”

“Hi” he responded with a nod. “Yeah, I’m Sean. You’ve heard about me?”

“Word gets around fast in this place.” She took another drag and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. “Sean… That’s a lovely name for a man. Or a woman, for that matter.” She shouldered her leather bag, knocked the ash off her stick and crossed her arms below her massive, shiny breasts. “I’m Sybil.”

“Nice to meet you, Sybil.”

“Likewise, sugar” she responded with a knowing smile.

“There’s an alley just down this way, right?”

“Yeah. It’s not far.”

“Thanks, that’s where I’m headed.” Sean tore his eyes from the dark beauty reluctantly and started off down the street.