Bond Girls – The Service
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Entering The Service
(Illustrating the Calling a Girl has for M’s Service.)
The young woman walked out of the small English village railway station on the cool spring morning. She wore a long woollen hooded coat against the chill air, warm winter snowboots to keep her comfortable and carried just a small overnight shoulder bag with a few personal effects. With the deep hood pulled up it gave her an air of mystery as she walked though the village.
Out of the village she walked carefully along the country land, no footpaths here, just careful attention to the occasional traffic racing by, one or two beeping her in passing.
After a while she came to the old country house, its tall stone gateway and heavy iron. gates She approached the small side entrance and announced herself on the intercom. It beeped and the small side gate clicked open. She pushed her way through the gate, hearing the firm click as it closed and locked behind her.
She walked up the gravel driveway, the crunch of the stones under her boots. She felt calm inside after all the preparations for this, the years she’d spent searching, the weeks in the arrangements and now, today she was approaching the threshold to a new life.
Stepping into gothic doorway arching elegantly over her head she reached for the bell, only for the door to swing silently open before her. She stepped in without hesitation, after all, this is why she was here today, this was her new beginning.
Inside, as the door swung smoothly and quietly behind her, she was overwhelmed by the heat of the atmosphere, brining a sudden flush of perspiration to her skin. The young woman who’s just opened the door for her smiled.
A few pleasantries and the girl was led across the hallway, to be stripped bare, all her clothes and belongings taken away and replaced by a simple robe slashed off one shoulder and all the way down to its hem skirting her ankles. The women who’d welcomed her wore the same.
This was the beginning of her entry to the Service.
A time of learning, education the rote training to achieve initiation.
It demanded exhausting commitment but allowed her to opt out if she wished. She didn’t. THIS was what she’d dream of, the focus, the ritual, the structured life in duty and devotion to the Service.
Physically and mentally she was stripped raw. To straw unturned in the exposure of her thoughts, her capabilities and her desires and she was exposed to ever-increasing intensity of experience, pushed, and pushed without remorse as all the old ideas and inhibitions were stripped off.
The solitude of the house and its extensive grounds gave her plenty of time to relax into her role in the Service without outside distraction. The days and weeks flowed by without noticing, only the duty and her conduct mattered.
With each step of her journey she was tested and bound deeper into the Service alongside the others of this unique Sisterhood, some wiser and apparently strong, some seeming weaker but with a demonstrable commitment that went beyond any conventional concept of that idea, verging on fanaticism for the Service and it’s work.
They all bared their bodies and souls to the Service, stripped of restraint to give everything and grow stronger alone and together, bound into Service and Duty, bound to the greater vision of their lives together, the Sisterhood of their Lord.
She forgot herself, how she wore nothing but the simple dress in the heat of the House. It was emphasised that even this was a distraction from her Duty and Service to this special distinct Calling.
She was introduced to and accepted the concepts of their vows of duty and poverty, giving their entire lives up to the Calling in this Sisterhood and their Service. It became easier and easier to let outside world and all its false inhibitory attitudes fall away, forgotten forever. They had no meaning to her now, nothing mattered except her Service.
After months of education, training, testing and initiations, after the most exhaustive examination and trials she was presented with the final approvals, the initiation was complete and she undertook the final ritual of the vows to the Service. Vows for life, for eternity, for humanity, for a greater vision of the world and her devotion to it, to the Service, to the Sisterhood of the Bond Girls.
Her old life was over, and a new one begun, there was a world to save beside her sisters in service to her Lord.
END.
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