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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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