I Am Woman

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