From: Woodburn@slash.com
Subject: The Female Slave's Manifesto - Woodburn
Date: 1998/11/10
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These are the words that please the extreme sadist.
I have created them from a composite of several slaves who
served me to the utmost.

The Female Slave's Manifesto

I want to be nothing for you Master. An empty, slimy cunthole,
lower and more degenerate than the most burned out junkie city whore.
A piece shit for you, something you wipe off the bottom of your shoe.
Nothing. The most emptiest of nothing. A dark hole of being.
A woman animal craving penetration and violence.  My flesh is
here for you to beat upon it, to punch it, to slap it, to whip it,
to bruise it, scratch it, mar it, disfigure it, re-shape it.  I am
just woman-meat for you to play with, Master. Use me for your pleasure.
Use me. I am a fuck-puppet, a pin-cushion, a pain-pig.
I am a sweet sheath for your cock, a vessel for your most violent and
sadistic desires, just a thing, an object you use to vent your
rage.  Humiliate me, Master. I will drink your piss and eat your shit.
Only for You, my Master will I do these things.  You have brought me
down to this as only You know how to do.  You know that this is where a
woman animal like me belongs and feels happy. I am happiest when
I am the emptiest, when all my will is gone, when you hit me the 
hardest and call me the most vile names imaginable. I am your
pig, my Lord. Your loving, begging, woman-pig and I deserve the 
most atrocious punishments your imagination can devise.  Have no
mercy on me and let me feel the most extreme and deep cruelty you
are capable of. Let me come to you, Master, even willing to 
die for you, to choke for you and bleed for you if that is what
will make your cock hard and draw the sperm from your balls.
My life is in your hands. I give it to you as I give you everything.
I turn it over to you. I surrender in complete defeat to you,
unconditional surrender of my heart, my body and my soul.  No one
but You, Master, has ever owned or will ever own me so completely.
Fuck my throat and stifle my breath with your cock.  Make me
fuck the savage pain you strike upon me.  Tear into me. Fuck me all up.
Put me in the hospital if you wish. Take me away from all that 
love me and all that I love if you wish.  Render me worthless.
Make me bleed and hurt my soul. I am you complete slave. I love you even
when you return my love with vile insults and wicked pain.
Your sadism is perfect, beautiful and complete.  It is the light
that burns through me and changes me.  Slam it all through me, my
Master, make me vibrate like an orchestra of strings wailing in
agony and pain and sorrow for my lost self, wailing as I spiral downward
into deeper and deeper depravity and darkness. Drag me down like the
worthless piece-of-shit whore-slut that I am...down into the
drowning depths of submission for You. Let me drown for you. Drown
me in this addictive and mindless desire that throbs in me and
never stops. Let me drink and breathe in this most perfect nothingness
of surrender.  Your power over me is absolute. There are no
questions to be asked. I am your helpless lamb. Lead me to slaughter.
I am your good little girl. Punish me heartlessly and leave your
marks on me. Rope me and chain me, bind my flesh. Let your bindings
slice into my flesh and stop my blood. Numb and aching I will spread my
thighs for your angry whip.  Make me pay the price, Master.
Reduce me to my most common denominator. Empty me of myself and
fill me with All that is You. Take everything from me and leave me
nothing. Leave me empty. Leave me weak. Leave me lifeless. Fuck
me with your cock and then with your fist as if that too were a 
beating, fuck me lovelessly, thrust into me as if you would kill me
with each brutal stroke. Burn your whips into me. Clamp me. Stretch me.
Pierce me. Cut me. Bleed me. I am your pig and I am ready
to be used. I am here to take whatever you plan for me. I live
for your pleasure. I live to drink your cum. Take me down, Master.
Show your whore her place and don't ever let her forget it. And 
then discard me, throw me away, as if I were nothing more than
a used shit-rag. Trample on my love as if it were less than meaningless
and laugh at my despair.
This is what you have made me and this, for You, have I become.

WOODBURN 98