After Kim had passed through the iron-gate the purple caterpillar turned around to face her. She held a blindfold in her hand and slipped it over Kim's head, the elastic holding it firm against her eyes. The thick material plunged Kim into darkness.
"You're now entering the heart of the Red Queen's domain. Earlier I asked you who you were; this is where you will be tested and find out. But, I've warned you Kim, there'll be many challenges you'll have to face. I will lead you blindfolded through the parts of Nemesisland that cannot be revealed to you yet. Be careful on the stairs."
Kim was led up the stairs. Aware that she was still feeling very heady she took each step slowly until she was at the top when another hand gently took hold of her elbow to guide her. The atmosphere had a density to it like a presage of impending crisis. She was led through a passage into another room where there was a slight chill to the air. She felt the touch of leather on her wrists and ankles, the tightening of straps around them and then the pulling of arms and legs as she was spread-eagled on a wooden board against the wall. More straps were pulled around her body, across her breasts and her thighs so that she was pinned back tightly, barely able to move at all.
"You will stay there a little while until the mistress is ready," said a voice that Kim recognised as the Duchess or Vicky.
Kim felt herself stretched out and exposed. Deprived of sight Kim strained to exercise all of her other senses. She knew the Red Queen and the Duchess had withdrawn and she was alone; she had no sense of anybody else being in this room. She felt a profound darkness around her; no hint of light bled behind her blindfold. She also had a sense of space and of a slight chill in the air. It was not uncomfortable and the feeling of cold was hardly a physical sensation at all, more a mental state. She smelt leather, not just from the straps that secured her, but all around her, and also cold iron. Then there was the lingering aroma of the Red Queen or Mistress Nemesis, exotic with a hint of the heavy scent of patchouli. It was a dungeon. The black cat had hinted at it and Kim knew in her heart that's where she was. She felt a sense of strangeness and fear but this was mixed with one of acceptance and, more than that, a sense of belonging. I will embrace this world I'm in, thought Kim, and wait patiently to face my fate, whatever that might be.
The purple caterpillar had retired to transform herself into a chrysalis so that she could emerge changed into another guise. Vicky, no longer dressed as the Red Queen's Duchess was in another costume consisting of black tights and a white pvc basque.
"How is she madam? Has she offered herself up to you? "
"She's close Vicky, very close. I think I have her. I can feel it. But, she still has the longest and hardest part of her journey to go so I won't get complacent or let my guard down."
"She's lovely madam. She looked so pale and soft and vulnerable spread out on your bondage board."
"Patience Vicky. I know how much you want to play with her. You'll get your chance in time. But for now you must help me prepare."
Vicky helped tighten the black pvc bodice whilst Mistress Nemesis puffed up thick layers of black lace on its sleeves and on her dress. Her hair, no longer smooth and shiny, was full-bodied and tumbled in black waves down her shoulders. Her eye-make up was thick and dark, her lips painted with black lip-stick. The purple caterpillar had transformed herself into a black fetish butterfly.
"Give me my gloves."
"Here you are madam," said Vicky passing her a pair of long black lace gloves. "You look perfect madam."
"Thank you Vicky, now we can begin the next stage of Kim's journey."
The mistress led the way back to the dungeon with Vicky following her. Kim heard the click of heels on the stone floor and instinctively looked up even though she could see nothing. She felt the brush of light material against her skin, the presence of a body close to her and the smell of exotic scent.
"I think I will have her gagged for this Vicky."
Kim let out a murmur of protest.
"What's up girl! Do you dare to resist me?" the voice was harsh and angry.
"No, really no."
"That's better girl. You know you have given yourself up to me, you have surrendered control and you must accept the consequences."
"Mmm, yes, I know," Kim nodded resigning herself to the fate she had chosen.
Vicky passed his mistress a ball gag, which she nestled in her hands.
"Open your mouth wide girl."
She inserted the red rubber ball into Kim's mouth, which closed around it, before tightening the strap at the back of her head so it was fitted firmly inside. Kim's mouth was full. The taste of rubber filled it and was mingled with a slight antiseptic taste from whatever the ball had been cleaned with. Already floating from her earlier physical exertion and having been stretched out and strapped to the wall Kim faced a new test of endurance. She felt the build up of saliva around the rubber ball as she tried to swallow. Kim could breathe easily enough but found she had to adjust the rhythm of her breathing to take in long deep breaths of air, the oxygen filling her lungs and going straight to her head making her feel even more woozy. Her head dropped and lolled around as she drew in the heady drafts of air. Then she heard the noise. She heard a buzzing noise. The buzzing of electricity. It was unmistakable. Kim was scared now. What was going to happen to her?
She felt the first shock as something brushed against her thigh with the touch of a hundred tiny pin pricks as the current buzzed through her. She let out a scream of shock and surprise, which only came out as a muffled grunt as she bit down onto the hard rubber ball. The device buzzed again as it touched her other thigh and Kim's whole body bucked and strained against the leather straps. She heard a squeal of sadistic laughter.
"Poor Kim, does it tingle a little bit?" the voice taunted her. "Vicky, I think we'll have the blindfold off now so the girl can join in the fun."
Kim felt the blindfold being pulled up from over her eyes. Directly in her face was the instrument of her torment and the figure wielding it, the purple caterpillar transformed into a butterfly with wings of black lace, a twisted smile of pleasure and a sadistic glean in her eye. Kim recognised the object immediately; it was a violet wand and the strands that carried its current were waving threateningly in front of her. The subtle persuasive tones of the caterpillar were replaced with mirth and taunts.
