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I Am Woman

by mejau71 ©

Dismounting the Woman, Beth quickly shed the strap-on, and released the gag from
her slave's mouth. Gasping in sheer ecstasy, the Master and her slave shared a
scalding kiss. Hunger overtook the Woman as she swallowed Beth's tongue,
savoring it as best she could. Beth broke off the kiss, positioning herself on
top in a sixty-nine.

"Oooooh." Mumbled the Woman as she beheld the magnificent sight of Beth's ass
cheeks draped above her face. With each set of fingers, she widened her luscious
crevice, and smothered her mouth between the folds of her dripping wet vagina.
The two were arrested by the moment, like two animals liberated from years of
captivity. Beth's mouth surrounded her slave's fertile pussy, relishing the
succulent juices that flowed from her essence. Garbled moans swelled from both
women as the initial waves of orgasm began to apprehend Beth. Beth now became
her slave, and as she crumbled atop her, every muscle and every thought within
Beth converged together as she lifted her head... eyes gazing upward, staring
into the abyss of pure rapture as the Woman's tongue lay flat against her
delicate clit. Beth gripped the Woman's thighs tightly as she couldn't believe
the strength this particular orgasm. Amazement and complete wonder doused her
mind as she felt a tongue ease deep inside.

"You're tongue fucking me..." gasped Beth. She pressed her face against her
slave's sweaty left thigh as she closed her eyes. Her mouth fell open. "So deep.
You're so deep. You're inside me." Declared Beth between breaths. Never before
had Shannon been so bold... Then, a torrent of orgasm surged from within Beth.
The Woman felt this, and gently grasped each moistened cheek of Beth's ass.
Then, a surge of pungent liquid filled the slave's mouth. Startled, the Woman
could only squeeze Beth's cheeks tighter, securing her mouth around the fountain
that now sprang forth a nourishing substance. Beth's back twisted in several
directions as her entire body united in a splintering culmination of
unquestionable ecstasy.

The Woman savored Beth's nectar, swallowing it several times as the warmth
filled her empty stomach. The Woman shivered, knowing that Beth's most intimate
juices were being absorbed into her own body. Beth was now a part of the Woman,
and with each gulp of orgasm she ingested, it only furthered their eternal
relationship. She would never leave Beth now. How could she? Beth's living
essence was now coursing throughout her veins. This carnal act intimately
epitomized lifetime slavery.

Catching her breath, the Master descended from her slave's structure, and
rewarded her with a promising kiss. Allowing her sensitive traits to surface,
the Master clutched the sides of the Woman's head as a silent pause followed.

"Who are you?" Asked the Master.

"I am no one." Replied the Woman.

"What's your name?"

With a void, yet confident gaze, she replied; "Woman. Nothing more."

A NEW WOMAN

After days of backbreaking labor, the water line was replaced. The blistering
heat shed more than fifteen pounds from the Woman as Beth kept a concise record
of her daily measurements. Two inches came off her hips in two weeks time as the
Master began a rigorous training schedule of weight lifting, and muscle
development. Her diet now consisted of muscle building foods and liquids. The
Woman's began daily instruction began at 5am where Beth would focus on each set
of muscles, strengthening them to their maximum potential. Bench pressing,
squatting, chin-ups, push-ups, and several other exercises were practiced. At
times, Beth even sat herself on the Woman's backside to make her push-ups even
more arduous. Purchasing a new treadmill, Beth quickly put it to use, making the
Woman run miles at a time. Before long, the Woman was running up to ten miles a
day. Beth was determined to mold her slave into a shrine of muscle bound
strength. The Woman's white, bald head now retained a deep tan as with the rest
of her body due to the countless hours spent laboring in the yard. In fact, the
Woman had begun to fancy her baldness, and had begged to be shaved every three
days from head to toe. After all the yard work Beth had ordered was finished,
the Woman was moved indoors during the day time to completely remodel the home.
Beth witnessed in awe how easily her slave performed such rigorous tasks, such
as lifting heavy furniture, and stripping the floors. The personal items of the
Woman's previous life were gathered, and taken to the local Good-Will store.
Favorite dresses, undergarments, stereos, pictures, brushes, and make-up kits
were thrown into huge plastic bags, and given away to someone who could put them
to use. The only sole possession the Woman had to worry about were the rags that
carelessly clung to her now robust body.

Making friends with some of the local Sub/Dom females, Beth had invited over a
tattoo artist over for dinner one evening. After treating her to a wonderful
meal, Beth introduced her to the Woman, and asked to tattoo her new name on her
left shoulder, and groin. Agreeing, the artist politely asked what her name was.
She was hoping that it wouldn't be a long, difficult name that had to be written
in calligraphy. She was happily surprised to hear that only ten letters had to
be engraved. Soon, the process began as Beth chained the Woman to several wall-
anchored rivets that were placed in the Woman's old bedroom. Beth smiled,
knowing that the name she had chosen for her slave was permanently being forged
into flesh. These tattoos would forever embody Shannon's subjugation for the
rest of her life. The letters soon took form as the word "WOMAN" were imprinted
on the bronzed, athletic shoulder.

At night before bedtime, Beth made the Woman stand on a special wooden riser
that she had built. With four, flame burning insect repelling torches placed at
each corner of the wooden riser, Beth adorned her slave in thick, heavy chains.
Beth loved the way her deeply tanned flesh glowed beneath the silvery mass of
constraints. The Woman was ordered to look straight ahead, not to acknowledge
anything at all. She was nothing more than sculpted meat, property owned by her
loving Master. The Master would then saunter around the platform, closely
inspecting her esteemed helot. What was once a soft, petite body of womanly
desire was now becoming a physique all unto it's very own.

As the inspection continued, Beth would ask; "What have you learned today?" But,
it wasn't long before she would ask the obvious question; "Who are you?" The
answer was now engrained in the Woman's soul. She thought it, lived it, and
breathed it... "I am no one. My name is Woman."

Four months after the Woman's submission, the Master decided that she should
appoint her slave to "sub-human" status. This decree would allow the Woman to be
moved from her primitive quarters in the shed, to her new shelter beneath the
house. The gag, blindfold, and earmuffs would still have to be in place, and it
was often that the Woman would place the constraints upon herself. But Beth now
had a different idea of how her slave should sleep at night. She wanted the
conditions to be more dingy so the Woman have a better understanding of her
body. Being beneath her at night with the pipes and other sewage devices
fascinated Beth. Knocking out a wide hole at the bottom side of the house, Beth
made the Woman construct a wooden skid big enough to restrain her to. With
rollers on the bottom, this would enable Beth to simply chain her slave to the
skid, and roll her into the darkened dugout of the home. The idea of the Woman
being immobile for several hours intrigued her, and soon, the resting quarters
was in operation.

Winter was soon upon them as all the training now took place inside. The Woman's
flesh now burst with ripened muscles. Her abdomen-- rugged as a washboard. Broad
shoulders that exuded pure strength... The soft, feminine features that Beth
first made love to was now a distant memory. Her weight was now a healthy 118
pounds, her body fat was practically non-existent. Beth knew that if she
compared her slave to any man, her Woman would put him to complete shame. Beth
glowed with pride for her slave. She had stripped Shannon of all that she once
was, chiseling her into a healthy, strapping young woman. She was void of all
identity, numb to every taboo whim. It was distastefully erotic what she had
done to her.

As the harsh winter months set in, Beth had the Woman construct her a wooden
cage for her to use inside. The nights when the temperature dropped below zero
degrees was simply too much. And yet, Beth had never heard a moan, or whimper of
displeasure from the Woman. Making sure the dimensions were big enough for her
slave to kneel in, she had her place the cage inside her room. It had been well
over half a year since the Woman set foot in her once lavish room. Beth knew
seeing the room would trigger some kind of response, but none came. In a way,
Beth had hoped to see her blush, and joyfully run into her arms for a kiss. But
that never happened. In the months since she enslaved Shannon, Beth was
beginning to miss sharing her bed with a warm body. Waking up the next morning,
Beth disregarded the Woman in the cage all together, leaving her locked inside
the crude apparatus all day long.

The next day, Beth called one of her new Dom friends over for lunch. She had met
this Mistress through the local sex paper, and wanted to get her opinion of her
Woman. As the Woman served them lunch, Beth was asked a flurry of questions
about who her slave once was, and how she stripped her of her identity. The
Mistress suggested several ideas and tips to further her enslavement such as
pain, and torture. Beth respectfully rejected the notion as she then showed the
Mistress photographs of who the Woman once was.

"You have to be kidding? This can't be her!" remarked the overwhelmed Mistress.
"She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen! And you did that to her?"

"She willfully gave herself to me. I'm sure you know what that is like,
Mistress."

"Yes, but only for a few days, even weeks perhaps, but this..." She sighed. "...
she's been in captivity for almost a year?"

"Yes." Glowed Beth as she glanced over at the Woman, giving her a soft smile.

"I've heard about a few like this, but this is lifetime slavery, isn't it?"

Nodding her head, Beth stood proudly as she approached her kneeling slave.
Instructing her to stand, she stood on her side, pulling on her choker tightly.
"Who are you?" whispered Beth into her ear.

"I am no one. My name is Woman." Said the void and barren Woman.

The Mistress shook her head in complete awe, noticing the shorn, oily rags the
slave still wore.

"This is incredible." She said as she stood to marvel at the brawny, robust
woman. The Woman gazed forward, not acknowledging anyone next to her whatsoever.
Beth had always instructed her to do that if no commands were given.

"She's so beautiful. You conceived her in the most perfect form, didn't you?"
asked the Mistress. Beth nodded in agreement.

"What I like is when I tell her to make love to me. She'll pick me up, and carry
me into my bedroom, and pound me into oblivion." Beth explained.

"Oh, so you let her do that?" asked the curious Mistress.

"Absolutely. She's worked very hard to earn that right." Said Beth as she ran
her right hand across the Woman's oily, muscular chest. "If you want, I'll show
you more of what she can do." Replied an aroused Beth. Intrigued, the Mistress
sauntered away with both Captor, and slave into the workout room.

Ordered to begin bench pressing, the Woman easily pressed 350 pounds. Grunts of
exertion were heard as the Mistress gazed in complete awe, standing in front of
the spectacle with Beth. "See the form as it lifts? Look at how the muscles boil
with pure energy." illustrated Beth. Sent over to the treadmill, Beth set a
steep incline to the machine, and threw the slave onto the runway. Starting the
pace slow, Beth pointed out how the muscles in the legs were ripened. They could
hear pants of heaving breathing as Beth increased the speed gradually. The
Mistress marveled at how such sheer perfection could be created.

The Mistress was very impressed how Beth had converted her slave into such a
wonderfully developed body-- Herculean in several respects. Gone were Shannon's
soft abounding breasts, wide childbearing hips, and the thick, fleshy thighs.
Now, draped in barbaric fabric that barely clung together by crude metal
staples, Shannon was a mortal symbol of strength and fortitude. With not a
sliver of hair to be found on her ripe, golden body, she epitomized the very
core of vitality. The Mistress asked Beth if she would ever consider enslaving
other women, claiming that her method would shatter drug addictions, weight
problems, and any other dilemma that impeded a woman's life. Intrigued, Beth
agreed to consider it.

"I always reward her for obedient performance." said Beth as the Mistress
watched the Woman kneel in front of the bench press, and arch her sweat drenched
back. Beth knelt behind her, resting each palm on the well-defined mounds of her
ass. An obvious craving fell over Beth as she meticulously skimmed the surface
of her slave's ass with her tongue. The Mistress sighed; knowing how fantastic
Beth must have felt since she herself had performed this method of compensation
many times before. Beth's fingers pacified each muscular cheek as a thin sheet
of saliva coated the Woman's right ass globe. With her mouth open, Beth
whimpered, delighted in deluging her slave's buttocks. Without warning, the
Mistress saw the Woman's body stiffen as Beth's mouth disappeared between the
heightened cleavage. Pressing each cheek together against her face, Beth's
eyelids fell shut as her mouth French kissed the Woman's sensitive asshole. It
was a display of the most titillating desire the Mistress had ever seen. Seeing
the two women together-- one of soft, subtle features, and the other with such
muscular definition, made for a refined erotic contrast. She knew that beneath
the enslavement, beneath all the scrupulous calisthenics, an obvious union was
being nourished. And as the Mistress watched the Woman carry her spouse into
their bedroom, she knew that the two were in fact slaves to each other, no
matter whom dictated the orders. And as Beth's delicate hands cradled Shannon's
bald head between her Motherly, life-giving breasts, the Mistress heard a faint
whisper...

"I love you, Shannon." The Woman had finally become a person once more.

THE END


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