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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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