I Am Woman

"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.