Katrin would not tell her where they were going, only giving directions and instructions from the passenger seat as Anne drove them there. She'd dressed in the clothes Katrin had laid out for her on the bed -- the bra she'd worn earlier, a tight black top with a v-neck that showed off her cleavage, a short summer skirt and heeled sandals, nothing else -- and could feel the way the air moved around her exposed and smooth mound as she drove. She'd never gone out without underwear before, never been shaved before but now she was willingly letting Katrin take her out, heading to an 'appointment' that her lover would tell her nothing about.
Lover, she thought, was too small a word to describe what Katrin was to her. Even though she had only been in her physical presence for a few hours, all those months before meant that she was completely insinuated into Anne's mind. Her arrival had been a catalyst for revealing the true scope of the transformation that had begun in her. Even that morning, she'd still believed she was Michelle, that this was just a game she was playing, but now she was much more Anne than anything else, and Anne existed to please Katrin. She was more than a lover -- she was owner, mistress, goddess, whatever she wanted to be.
"Turn left here, then park outside the second building." Katrin said. The country lane they were on widened for a moment, revealing a wide expanse of concrete and a few buildings scattered near it. A sign revealed it to be an old airfield, clearly now rarely used, if at all, and those few buildings that remained had been claimed as cheap warehousing and business space. A small plaque on the wall of the second building bore the name Phoenix Creations, next to a solid black door.
"This is it." Katrin said, opening the door. "Follow me."
Anne followed her, her hands resting at her sides to hold the loose skirt down, as the wind was blowing across the open expanse, threatening to lift it up and expose her nakedness. She was glad that they were out in the middle of nowhere, and except for a few parked cars, there was no evidence of people around who could see her like this.
Katrin's knuckles rapped firmly on the solid black door, and they waited there in silence for a few moments until there was the sound of a heavy lock being swung back and it was opened from within. "Katrin!" She heard a voice exclaim. "You made it! So glad to meet you at last."
A woman stepped out from inside and embraced Katrin, the two of them laughing and kissing each other on the cheek. The other woman was clad in a tight leather dress, laced up at the front and back, ample cleavage almost spilling out of the front, her bare arms covered with elaborate tattooed patterns and a thick leather collar around her neck. A pile of bright red hair towered over a richly made-up and pierced face, the whole outfit set finished off with thigh-high patent leather boots that culminated in a tall spike and a platform heel. She glanced over at Anne.
"Is this her?" She asked.
"Yes it is." Katrin replied.
"Mmm, she looks yummy. She will be impressed. Come in, come in." She shuffled back inside the door as Katrin took Anne's hand and led her inside. She wanted to ask who the woman was, who 'she' was and why she'd be impressed, and most of all, what they were doing out here, but she meekly followed Katrin as she led her down a narrow corridor and through another door. They stepped out into an open space, filled with clothes racks, tailor's dummies and sewing machines, lengths of all sorts of material scattered around the place. At one end of the room was a large table by a wall, where a number of drawings -- sketches and designs for clothing, Anne guessed -- were pinned up, emanating in concentric rings from a central drawing table where someone was working, not turning to look at them as they walked in.
The woman who'd greeted them -- Anne thought she was in her mid-twenties, perhaps a few years older than Katrin -- told them to wait a moment, while she walked over towards the table.
"Mistress?" She asked quietly, barely audible to Anne.
"What is it, girl?" It was a woman's voice, clear and cultured with undertones of anger at being disturbed.
"Katrin is here. She's brought her woman for their appointment."
"My my, is it that time already?" She stood up, revealing a slim body in tight leather trousers, a black vest and spike heeled ankle boots. She turned and walked over to them, and Anne saw her short spiky black hair, and an elegant but angular face with rich red lips. She was older than the girl who'd greeted them, at least in her forties, and walked purposefully over to them.
"I'm sorry, Katrin, I was working on a couple of fresh orders and completely missed the time. It's wonderful to meet you at last." They cheek-kissed and smiled at each other.
"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Helena, and to see your studio."
"Thank you. I'm looking forward to getting to proper work on your designs." She looked over to Anne. "Is this her? Does she have a name?"
"Yes, this is Anne."
"Oh good, I'm getting very bored of all this new fashion to not let them have a name. Gets very confusing when you can't decide which slave or girl you're making something for." She walked around Anne, Katrin beside her, as the other girl stood meekly to one side and watched.
"I did change her name. But Anne suits her much better, don't you think?"
"Yes, and she looks impressive too. How old?"
"Thirty-four, but she's been doing a lot of work to get ready for me. She didn't look this good when I first encountered her."
"A very good job. She'll look good in what you wanted."
Michelle was rising in her mind again, asking questions and demanding to know what they were here for, who the woman and the tattooed girl were, and just what Katrin had planned for her. Anne stayed still and quiet, listening to them talk about her as if she wasn't there.
"I'm glad you like my designs." Katrin said.
"They're interesting -- if you ever find yourself needing a job, give me a call. Freelance, of course, I can see you wouldn't make a very good employee of mine."
Katrin laughed. "Definitely not. She's very interesting."
"Dominique? Yes she is. All that time I spent training her wasn't wasted. I changed her name too -- once I started transforming her, Lisa didn't seem a very appropriate name." She turned and looked towards the girl. "Measuring tape and notepad, please."
"Yes, Mistress." Dominique replied and walked over to one of the tables to get them, her movements not hindered by the sheer height of the boots she wore, nor the tightness of her clothing.
