"Return to your bedroom please." The man standing post at Valentina's bedroom door said.
Misty knew that his eyes were following her as she made her way down the long hallway, so she crawled as sexily as she was able. She was pleased to use her movements in order to encourage him to think of her as a whore.
In her life before Mexico, it had always been important to Misty that the people she spent her time with and around respected her. She worked diligently and acted commendably to ensure that people could do so easily. Now that she was Valentina's slut, her perspective had undergone a radical transformation. If she was to be a slut, she wanted to be seen as one.
On arriving at her bedroom door, the security man at it opened it for her, and then followed her inside.
"You may stand up now. We need to get you ready." He said.
Misty stood, thrilled to be up and off her knees.
"Go fix your hair and makeup, plus any other grooming you might need to do in order to be presentable for photographs." He directed.
As Misty freshened up, she heard the man unlock her dresser, and noticed through the mirror that he was laying out some clothes for her.
"Put these on." He said, indicating the clothes when she had rejoined him.
As directed, Misty slipped into the lacy black bra, white button up blouse, and conservative black jacket that he had indicated. Wondering if there were panties for her to wear and where the skirt to go under the jacket was. She looked at him quizzically.
"Just the top, you don't need bottoms." He said, handing her a stunning pair of earrings. "Button up all the way though."
Misty realized that without even thinking about it she had buttoned the blouse only near the bottom, leaving the button below her bra and all above it undone. It just seemed proper now that she was Valentina's whore. At his direction, she buttoned the blouse all the way up.
She marveled at the beauty of the earrings before placing them in each ear. They were gold, with huge centered square cut emeralds; those emeralds in turn were surrounded by rubies. Misty was surprised by how heavy they were.
"Are these costume jewelry?" She asked.
"Certainly not. Not in this house, and please do not insult Dona Valentina by making assumptions like that. The jewelry is fit for a head of state, you should feel honored to wear it." He replied, a flash of anger in his voice.
"Follow me, and try not to disparage Dona Valentina or her household further. You may walk." He directed, as he turned on his heel and walked away.
They made their way to the elevator and once inside it Misty was surprised to see that the house contained three basement levels. He punched the button for basement level one. When the door opened Misty saw that the corridor it opened into was concrete and industrial looking. Like the basement of an office building where little used spaces were set up.
He led her to a metal industrial door; one of many visible along the corridor, and opening it let her into a small room with a plain photographic backdrop against the back wall, and a camera on a tripod. A man was standing at the camera, evidently ready for Misty to step in front of it.
"We just need one quick photo for your passport." The man said, gesturing for Misty to step in front of the backdrop.
As she did so Misty was struck by the fact that the photographer seemed to have no reaction at all, showed no surprise that there was a woman standing before him, with her upper body very conservatively clothed, while she was naked below, her ass hanging out under her jacket for all to see.
"Toes on the lines, then look straight into the camera. Do not smile." The photographer directed.
He quickly snapped the picture, removing a single print containing four identical images from the camera a few second's later.
"Perfect." He said, turning towards the security man and handing him the print.
"Follow me." The security man said, motioning for Misty.
She didn't have to follow him far, just across the hall, where they entered a small office, furnished with an industrial looking desk and filing cabinet. The office contained no decoration of any kind, but the woman behind the desk was quite beautiful, and she gave Misty a warm smile as she entered.
The security man set the photo print on the desk, and then left the room to stand outside the door.
"Please sit." Said the woman behind the desk. "I've got quite a lot of paperwork that you'll need to sign.
"This first document will secure you your passport. Please sign and date at each place indicated by the little arrow stickers." She said handing the first document to Misty.
Misty glanced at it. It was printed in Spanish, but she saw where her full name, Annabel Misty Smithson was typed in at the top. She had never gone by Annabel, her parents and everyone else had called her Misty from birth, so she was always amused to see it printed out on official documents.
"I think there is a mistake." Misty said, looking up at the smiling woman across the desk.
"Yes?" The woman asked with a look of concern replacing her smile.
"Well, I already have a passport, its still valid for quite awhile, and I'm an American citizen. This seems to be an application for a Mexican passport." Misty explained.
The smile returned to the woman's face. "Ah, I understand your confusion." She said. "Actually you no longer have a passport from the United States. While you have been here one of our people visited your room at the hotel to gather your things. One of those things was your passport, and it has been shredded."
"But I've got to have my passport, at least in order to return home to gather my things." Misty said, her worry evident in her voice.
"Please do not be concerned. This is indeed a Mexican passport form, a diplomatic passport actually. Our President will certify you as a Cultural Attaché and that will entitle you to diplomatic status, making travel anywhere in the world perfectly seamless. When we are done with this document, we will move on to others that will serve to make you a Mexican citizen, and others that will renounce your citizenship in the United States." She explained.
"I'm not sure that I understand why or how?" Misty asked.
"The why is quite easy actually. Due to security needs, normal travel would be extremely difficult for you. Status as an official representative of the Mexican government will make travel arrangements for you much easier." The woman began.
"As for the how, I will explain it as best I am able, but I'm not sure that you will be able to understand it yet." She said.
"OK, thank you, I'll try." Misty encouraged.
"You see, Dona Valentina, she does not simply live in Mexico, as I, and now you do. Her relationship with our land and our people is much deeper than that. Dona Valentina is of Mexico so to speak. Dona Valentina is Mexico. She is its beating heart and soul." The woman tried to explain.
"Eternal Mexico, the Mexico that existed before the conquest, that is Mexico, and Dona Valentina is that Mexico. The Spaniards tried to kill Mexico, create a New Spain, yet while they succeeded in destroying all that was here, they did not succeed in killing Mexico, for Dona Valentina lived on, and lives on in the hearts of her people. The small men running the government that purports to be Mexico are in most cases just out for their own gain, although some try to regain greatness for Mexico, but they are not Mexico as Dona Valentina is." She continued.
"Before Cortez all knew Dona Valentina. She had and has had many names, back then many called her Mictecacihuatl. Now few know her, but her power over Mexico remains strong, and her images hang everywhere. It is simply that the people were confused by the Spaniards, the horrible inquisition, and the corrupt Church of Rome, so when the people of Mexico go to worship now they do so under the eyes of the Virgin of Guadalupe, never realizing that the icon they adore is indeed another facet of Mictecacihuatl. Recently a new cult has been blooming, spreading out from Mexico City, the worship of Santa Muerte, or Saint Death. That cult brings us much closer to the truth of our collective faith." The woman continued.
"I don't know if you can understand any of that, but that is the only way I can explain it. An easier answer is that you will be a Mexican Diplomat within the next 24 hours, because Dona Valentina wills it to be so, and those who hold enough power to know her, know to always meet her will. When a man becomes President of Mexico, he gets to move into Los Pinos, wear the big sash, and say that he speaks for Mexico. He understands however that he is simply a figurehead whom Dona Valentina allowed to rise, for he knows that without her the people and land of Mexico would no longer exist, that which makes us special, which makes us Mexico would be no longer. We would then truly be nothing but a failed New Spain." She finished with a smile.
"Thank you. I appreciate you taking the time to try and explain it to me." Misty said, the woman's message swirling within her mind. "I will try to learn."
Misty quickly signed the document, and all of the rest of the paperwork that was placed in front of her.
