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Date: Mon, 09 Jan 2006 14:01:39 +0000
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I Am Woman by mejau71 "Yea." "Well, that's what I mean." Explained Beth. Images
of leather clad women filled Shannon's unsure mind. Her impression of domination
was something far more different than Beth's. "Isn't that where you hurt
people?" Asked Shannon. "Well, in some cases, but not this. I couldn't bring
myself to hurt you. See, this is where I want to add my own twist to it. It's
just such a powerful thing to me. How a person could abandon their own wishes
for the sake of their partner. That's what I admire about it. How they loose
their identity to become a servant, totally and unconditionally." Explained
Beth. Shannon eased her fingertips up along Beth's arms, resting them on her
shoulders. "Like what you did to me the other night?" "What do you mean?" Asked
Beth. "When you used your strap-on on me. How you wanted to make me pregnant?" A
still, hushed pause fell between the two. "Yes." Replied Beth. "I liked that. I
liked how you controlled me." Beth sighed, relieved that Shannon was interested
in this unique desire. "I couldn't stop thinking about it. That's why I was
showing you my stomach a few minutes ago. I wanted to let you know that... that
I was willing to be the mother of your child. I mean, I know it can't physically
happen, but it's nice to like-pretend. Like it really could happen." Explained
Shannon. "Well, they say the most erogenous part of a person is their mind."
Beth said. Shannon nodded in agreement. "I like the thought of it." Said
Shannon, as she looked off, immersed by the possibility. "I've always wanted to
have a baby. It's like the ultimate bond between two people, you know? "An
eternal bond." Whispered Beth. Shannon's eyes drifted back to Beth's, locking
together in a telling gaze of complete understanding. As if Beth knew the most
intimate desires of her heart. "Yes." Said Shannon under her breath. Their
embrace solidified as Shannon was melted by Beth's keen perception. "I want
to... I want to be your slave, Beth. No matter what, I'll do it. I don't care
what the consequences are. I know its right." Beth was enamoured by hearing her
lover speak those words. "This changes everything from now on, Shannon. Once you
agree, your entire life will change. The only thing that will remain the same is
my love for you. That's it." Explained Beth. "That's all that matters." retorted
Shannon. Beth swallowed, knowing that they both stood before a massive
threshold. This submission would be forever. Was she even sure about this? Was
this erotic desire she had strong enough to alter her profound love affair with
Shannon? "Then we'll begin tonight." Said Beth. THE SUBJUGATION Shannon was
lead, completely naked, into the bathroom where she was instructed to sit in the
tub. Beth turned on the water, and found a comfortable temperature. With a large
bucket she had beneath the sink, she filled it to capacity, and brought it above
Shannon's head. "You're going to be cleansed. Think of this as the old person
you were being washed away. Let the water symbolize your inner will." Clarified
Beth. The first downpour drenched Shannon's mane, bringing the spiraling locks
down flat upon her neck. Her eyes closed, Shannon was baptized in the soothing
warm water. Her mouth opened in refreshing delight. Beth watched as the water
cascaded down the body she so adored. As the bucket ran dry, Beth instructed
Shannon to remain still as she left the bathroom to retrieve a few items. A few
minutes later, Beth returned with a pair of scissors, and a lengthy strand of
rope. "Give me your wrists." Commanded Beth. She did so as Beth proceeded to tie
her wrists together. Her actions weren't brutal, or forceful in any way, and
Shannon took comfort in this. Shannon felt Beth crawl into the tub with her,
kneeling behind her as she brought her hands around her to cup her moist
breasts. Shannon felt Beth's breath flow into her ear. She had always loved
hearing her panting like that. Shannon cringed. "Now, you're going to be
shaved." Beth explained, whispering into her ear. "Every strand of hair you have
represents the old Shannon, and it must be removed. This is part of the your
cleansing. After your head and eyebrows are shaved, I will scrub every inch of
your body. At that time, the Shannon we both know will cease to exist. I will
give you a new name when I feel that you have rightfully earned it. Until then,
you will be known as "the woman", and nothing more. And from now on, you will
refer to me as "master", and not Beth. Do you understand?" Beth said in a most
serious tone, massaging Shannon's breasts. Shannon gasped, closing her eyes.
"Yes." After that, Beth began sheering the stands of hair. Shannon felt terrible
about having her hair stripped away, but was reminded of her promise she made
earlier that night. Total and unconditional. She was a woman of her word, and
she was going to stick to it. She heard several slices that shed the tresses
away. Closing her eyes, she kept envisioning what she would look like
afterwards. What would she tell people at work? Soon, Beth had the mane shorn
completely off as she got out of the tub to get her electric sheers. With a
deafening hum, Beth wiped away the short bristles that remained of her once
elegant and sumptuous mane of hair. All that remained was a barren void of
whiskers and white skin. Now began the shaving. Lathering the soapy liquid in
her hands, Beth massaged her slave's head tenderly, making sure she caressed the
pours of her scalp. Shannon (now the Woman) was reminded of her days as a child
when her loving Mother washed her hair in the tub, much like this. How shocked
she would be to know that her little girl grew up to become enslaved by another
female. She felt the plastic razor start at her forehead, easing it's way back
along the crown of her head. Her Master's strokes were slow, and careful, and
the Woman appreciated such tender finesse. Beth scrutinized her work carefully
inspecting her slave's skull to make sure not a hair remained. Then, she ordered
the Woman to turn around so she could strip her of her eyebrows. Slowly and
carefully, Shannon was transformed, shed from the normal embellishing elements
that made her who she once was. A harsh, rugged scouring soon followed as her
Master used brushes to cleanse her flesh. Every crevice and furrow was cleansed.
Soon, the Woman was abruptly blindfolded and ordered to kneel in the tub. The
Woman knew her backside was going to be used in some way or another. As she
heard her Master fumble through her bathroom drawers, her mind began to wonder
what on Earth she was going to do to her. Feeling her Master climb back into the
tub, the Woman sighed in comfort knowing she wasn't alone. Without warning, she
felt an object being eased into her ass. It wasn't a finger, or a tongue as she
plainly could distinguish... this was something different. As the length of the
object settled in her bowels, a torrent of amazing warmth saturated her
intestines as slight convulsions rocked the Woman's backside. "Oooooh Be-I mean,
Master." Cried the Woman. "Good. Very good." Cooed her Master. "You're
learning." "What are you doing to my ass?" she asked. A hard slap fell on her
left ass globe. The Woman jumped from the sting. "You never ask questions,
Woman. Never. Do you understand?" said her Captor. "Yes" moaned the Woman as the
pain subsided. "I don't want to hurt you, but this is how you have to learn. But
since you didn't know, I'll answer your question. I'm giving you an enema. Like
I said, you are going to be cleansed-inside and out. Now, I'm going to slip this
out, but I want you to tighten your ass muscles and hold the liquid in." Her
Master did so as the Woman complied. "Stand up. And continue holding the water
inside you." Commanded the Master. The pain was unbearable. Her Master saw the
anguish all over the Woman's face. She took the Woman by the hands, and guided
her to the toilet where she was told to sit. There, she was allowed to expunge
herself. "You didn't think I was going to let you do that in the tub now, do
you?" said a more whimsical Master. The Woman was then lifted up, and led back
to the tub. With her blindfold still on, her Master turned on the shower, and
finished the bath. This unimaginable behavior sent shivers throughout the
Woman's body. Her bathing was almost ceremonial in many ways, and terribly
erotic in knowing her Master was molding her into someone new. Total and
unconditional. After the bath, the Woman was ordered to stand completely still
in the hallway until she was dried by the still air. Still bound at the wrists
and blindfolded, the Woman's shivers were soon swept away as her Master closely
inspected her body to make sure she was dry... about an hour later. During the
agonizing wait, the Woman heard her Master around the house, watching television
and fixing herself dinner. The aroma of the scrumptious meal filled her nostrils
as she longed for just a crumb of food. Then, she felt a massive collar being
strapped around her neck. "When you agreed to this, you lost all privileges of a
human being. And starting right now, you will have to earn your right to be
treated as such." Said her Master. Feeling a weighty chain being fastened to her
collar, the Woman was lead through the house, and out the back door. The crisp
air of the summer night brought goose bumps on her flesh, as well as erect
nipples. The Woman was becoming frightened now, and she gasped in utter fright.
Hearing her moans, her Master stuffed an object into her mouth, and felt straps
being locked around her baldhead. What was happening to her? Was this what she
got for loving the woman she so adored? What did Beth want from her? The Master
led her to the back yard where the shed was. It was a flimsy structure that
contained their lawn mower as well as other outdoor devices. Flinging open the
metal door, Beth guided her slave to where a crude metal hook was embedded in
the soil in the back corner. She presumed that the previous owners had a dog
tied there at one time, and since her slave no longer had the rights of a human,
she concluded that this was appropriate enough. At least she was giving the
Woman shelter. Threading the chain through the hook, she secured her into place
with two Master padlocks. Glancing around, Beth found an area of dirt where she
could lay for the night. "There's a spot of dirt to your left that will be your
bed." Said her Master. "You have to build yourself back up, Woman. You have been
stripped of all that you know. And tomorrow when I wake you up, your reparation
will start. Good night." Wrapping a rope around her slave's waist, Beth tied the
wrist constraints to the rope so that she couldn't lift her arms passed her
chest. Then, Beth placed ear protectors inside her Woman's ears. The soft,
spongy material expanded, cutting off all sound. Muffled moans of dejection and
abandonment were heard as Beth then walked out of the dark shed, and shut the
metal door behind her. With another padlock, she locked the door behind her, and
made her way to the confines of the cozy house. There she stood, chained like an
animal. Blind, deaf, gagged, bound, and completely nude, the fumes of the
gasoline and charcoal from the grill repulsed her. As she stumbled across the
yard rakes and oily rags, she found the area of dirt her Master informed her of.
It was much smaller than she had thought as she laid on her side, curling into a
fetal position. She couldn't stretch out, or lay differently due to the harsh
wooden crates surrounding her. Broken, the Woman began to weep as the chilly
summer night caused her to tremble. Forsaken, alone, and cold. The next morning
arrived at 5am when the Woman felt cold water splashing her frigid body. Jumping
up in total shock, she hit her head against one of the wooden crates
accidentally. Disoriented from the haziness of sleep and the sharp pain in her
head, she felt herself being whisked upon her feet by the chain that was
attached to her collar. The Woman thought last night was a nightmare, and
sincerely believed she would wake up in the comfort of her bed, nuzzled against
Beth. This would remain a fading dream as she stumbled out of the metal shed,
and into the yard. She vaguely remembered when she moved in that a tall privacy
fence concealed the back yard. She rarely ventured out since most of her time
was spent with either Beth, or at her job. Her job! She had to be at work today!
What was she going to do about that? She felt her master remove the gag that
stifled her mouth as she gasped for a unconfined breath of fresh air. "Beth, I
have to be at work today. I'll be fired..." the Woman helplessly expressed as a
hand fell hard across her face. "You worthless bitch!" screamed the Woman as
several more strikes landed across her face. "I told you that anything and
everything of the old you no longer mattered." Said her Master in a scathing
voice. "Did you not hear me when I told you that?" Another fierce punch struck
her face again and again. "And you never, NEVER call me by that name again!" The
Woman was knocked about as she then felt the gag being stuffed back in her
mouth. This time, there was no gentle finesse in the Master's actions. She was
barbaric, and certainly not happy with her slave. "I was going to feed you this
morning, but since you obviously still think you have the ability to speak,
you'll have to continue wearing this. It's up to you." Said her Master. "You
have to realize that you determine the outcome of your transformation. All that
you once knew, everything that made you who you were is now gone. You are no
longer living for your own selfish needs. Pride and vanity have no place in
surrendering yourself to someone. Do you understand?" The Woman tediously nodded
her head yes, realizing her Master had a point. She probably was selfish in
their relationship, putting her own needs and wants above Beth's. If she did
truly love her, then setting aside those egotistical traits made perfect sense.
After all, she did love Beth very much, and if this is what it took to be with
her forever, then she would live through the suffering... the rebuilding of her
own self. The Woman began to somewhat grasp her Master's methods. Afterwards,
her arms were lifted above her head as she was tied to the wall of the house.
The coarse bricks scraped against her sensitive backside as she was given a
harsh bath from the water hose outside. No soap, or silky lathering- just water,
and nothing else. From there, she was lead across the yard, and anchored to the
clothesline pole. Her arms stretched out to each side, going along with the "T"
shape of the metal beam. Rope then affixed her arms to each pole as her Master
began to unfasten the blindfold that had been covering her eyes since last
night. The blazing sunshine blinded the Woman as she tried to gain her senses
back. The last thing she saw was the tub in the bathroom. And now, standing
before her, was her Master. The lengthy blonde hair that she had so treasured
was pulled straight back, and meshed into a bun. No make up, or even a hint of
eyeliner was found. She then noticed she was wearing cut-off jeans, and her work
out top that accentuated her plump breasts. The early morning cool air was soon
giving way to the sweltering heat as a thin sheet of perspiration coated her
Master. In a rugged, ambiguous way, she looked remarkable. Perhaps Beth was also
metamorphosing along with her vassal. Heading back inside the house, the Woman
began looking around her, trying to see if anyone could see her bound to the
metal object. Dejected, she saw no signs of a home, or anything that towered
above the tall wooden fence. She was safely obscured from the entire world. The
Master soon came back out, carrying a bundle of gray flannel sheets, a fabric
measuring spool, and a stapler. Dropping the sheets, she started to measure the
Woman's hips, bust, and waist. "I'll weigh you later..." Her master said as she
wrote her measurements on a pad of paper she had in her back pocket. "... just
in case I want to auction you off." She then took the bundle of sheets, and
began shredding them into wide layers. The Woman noticed that several dark
stains blotted the material. "I saved these rags to clean around the house since
I don't sleep on them anymore. I think my Brother used them to change the oil in
his car a few times. They're pretty useless now, just like you." She said as she
wrapped the fabric around her groin, and her bust. Grabbing the stapler, she
then stapled the ends of the fabric together so that they wouldn't fall off her
body. Shannon looked down to see her new, jagged outfit. The unraveled threads
of the material dangled about as the loose fabric barely concealed her cleavage
and groin. A large oil stain covered her left breast as her Master stepped back
to gaze at the sight. "We'll use your rags to clean the bathroom later today."
Said her Master. "Get used to them because they are the only thing you own now."
Unfastened from the pole, Beth lead the Woman to a spot in the yard where she
was instructed to kneel. Stepping away for a few moments, the Woman quickly
looked up to see that she could make a quick dash for freedom. The thought of
escaping this inhuman treatment appealed to her, but then, where would she go?
What would she do? Go to her parents looking like an untamed beast? Hairless and
looking like a freak of nature? Who else would take her in like this except for
her Master? At least she was giving her this invaluable time. She sighed deeply,
and regressed back into her subdued state of mind. Yet, in this state, she was
somehow beginning to enjoy this treatment. Perhaps that was why she didn't
escape? Coming back, the Master tossed down a large shovel in front of the
Woman. Looking up, she wore a confused look on her face. "The main water line
needs to be replaced." Said the Master as she began to point out where the line
started, and ended. "You'll dig it up, and put in the new one. You need the
sunshine and exercise anyway. Get to work." Commanded the towering female. This
command, for some reason, had no doubts, or sighs of displeasure from the Woman.
Snatching the shovel, the Woman started to dig into the ground beneath her. The
day was now moving into the late morning hours as the humidity began to rise.
The heat from the sun also began to take its toll on the young slave. She had
never performed manual labor in her life, perhaps now was the time she learned.
She was told that the pipe was under eight feet of soil, and that it would
probably be a four-day job. Beth was surprised to see that the Woman wasn't
willfully objecting to the orders. Taken by this, Beth pulled up her lawn chair,
and sat next to where her slave was laboriously struggling to dig the trench.
The sight of her sweat-covered body, enshrined in those shorn rags aroused Beth.
Struggling with each pile of dirt, Beth became overwhelmed with an unquenchable
eagerness to fuck her slave. Going back inside the house, Beth found her strap-
on, and shed her garments as she fastened the protruding stalk upon her waist.
Back outside, she approached the Woman with a fierce will to pound herself into
the sweaty woman. Ordering her to stop, Beth twisted her slave to the ground,
and onto her stomach. Mounting the perspiring being of flesh, Beth vigorously
tucked the plastic cock inside her slave's womb. With her arm, she took hold of
the Woman's neck into the fold in her arm, locking her into place so that she
couldn't move. What followed was the most intense sex both had ever experienced.
Beth towered in awe as her groin slapped against the moistened flesh of the
enslaved woman. Moans of slight pain and soaring pleasure washed across the
Woman's exhausted body as she gazed behind her shoulder to see her Master's
breasts swaying with each forceful thrust. Her fingers dug themselves into the
soil as her whimpers were quickly converted to screams of unconstrained
euphoria. Beth gazed down to see her slave's skin shining beneath the
perspiration. Her bald head, still swaddled with the leather straps that held
the gag in place... Beth could do anything she wanted to this woman... anything.
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