Author: [Meredith Jaussaud] I Am Woman...Sexy & Athmospheric

[Demoniac999]

I found this pretty interesting and sexy story. Seems like the one who has made this movie has written this story...

I Am Woman...
by Meredith Jaussaud

The following story tells the tale of a true life transformation. The Saga is
one of self discovery, and of sexual and physical growth in a shocking, yet
erotic world of bodybuilding. I welcome your comments and opinions as long as
they are supportive and positive.

All characters and story lines are copyrighted. 2002 by Meredith Jaussaud

I Am Woman...

Having just moved into a spacious, three-bedroom home, Beth and her boyfriend
Brian, along with Shannon (a mutual friend for some time), settled into their
new life. Beth and Brian had been dating for over a year, and to the common
person, they seemed deeply in love. Shannon on the other hand, suffered from a
series of failed relationships with young men her age. They were all in their
early to mid 20's, with Beth being the oldest at 24.

It was perfect. All three worked and enjoyed staying up late to watch movies,
or to discuss life's many mysteries. There were no odd feelings of distrust or
worry between them whatsoever. Brian worked at a local pizza parlor as Beth
was employed at a video store. Most of them kept odd hours, yet always seemed
to find time to visit and catch up on day to day life. On some days, Brian
would catch Shannon walking from her room half-dressed, but usually didn't
think anything about it. Nudity, or odd situations just didn't seem to affect
the three.

They were all relatively normal as far as social standards were concerned. No
one ever did drugs, or walk a dangerous line in any facet of their life. It
was becoming a safe harbor for peace and happiness... At least until the day
that Brian suddenly was gone. Apparently, Brian had become unsure about his
affair with Beth. Their long term commitment was beginning to unravel at the
seam, and no one seemed to know this except for Brian himself. This all seemed
so unlike Brian to just suddenly leave like this...

Shannon couldn't understand what he was thinking to leave a woman like Beth.
Not that sexuality had everything to do with a relationship, but Shannon
thought Beth was the perfect mate for anyone lucky enough to capture this
woman. Beth was blessed with a shapely shrine of flesh. Alluring and
intoxicating to anyone who had the opportunity to gaze into her profound blue
eyes, her body was of robust, yet toned proportion. Full, abounding breasts...
curves and features that simply made her irresistible. Her elongated, golden
blonde hair fell past her lower back, and was kept that way since her teenage
years. Her bronzed skin was unblemished by time, or age in every way.

She appeared as a silky Angel of innocence in the winter, and in the summer,
she was a golden temple of sensuality and seduction-- thrilling to the eye and
mind in every way possible. Not the lean and bony woman most see in GQ, Beth's
body was filled with luscious curves adorning her thighs and stomach, as well
as her voluptuous hindquarters. Her round, fleshy ass was shaped perfectly...
her lower back dipping into her spine, her ass gently spanning outward and
formed two of the most delicious ass cheeks a woman could have. And yes,
Shannon was envious of this creature.

Shannon was amazed at how little Beth reacted to Brian's abandonment. Not the
usual torrent of tears and cries, Beth remained calm and collected during the
next few days. Shannon didn't want to say anything for fear it would open a
door that should remain closed. At night, Beth softly closed the door, and
remained inside until the next day when she had to work. It was as if Shannon
was watching her friend shift from a fun-loving young woman, to a reserved,
bitter woman.

Shannon spent the next few days worrying about her friend. And, it was no
fault when her mind began envisioning various erotic scenarios with her
luscious roommate. Was this so wrong in aspiring to be with such an enticing
matron?

"Am I becoming a lesbian?" she asked herself as images of the voluptuous vixen
and her swarmed throughout the young woman's mind. She had never considered
herself attracted to other women before, except for a chance rendezvous with
her Mother when she was 18. It was actually a mistake how she ended up sharing
a shower with her that night before her senior prom. Shannon's body glowed
with fondness as she recalled how her Mother took extra time to lather her
Daughter's backside. Careful, gentle hands graced the young lady's flesh as
the two came together in a most taboo encounter. Never fully sealing that
brief encounter, Shannon always felt robbed of what could have been a night of
beauty and complete euphoria. It was then Shannon realized the resemblance
that Beth and her Mother shared... enticing bodies, full, spherical breasts
that cried out for affection... healthy, savory abdomens that cried out for
impregnation. It was all too much for her mind, and her senses begged for
release. And at the height of her peak, Shannon gently whispered the name that
was ringing true in her ears... Beth.

The next day, Shannon woke up early to find Brian moving out all of his
belongings. Respecting the two's privacy, Shannon remained out of their way
for the rest of the day, until she had to go to work. And then, she didn't
make any effort whatsoever to bid her (now only one) roommate farewell,
despite her deepest desire to do so. That night at work, all she could reflect
upon was Beth. What was she doing-- thinking, wearing? How was she handling
Brian's recent departure? Was this a perfect opportunity for her to seduce the
object of her many desires, or to leave her alone for the wounds to heal. On
her break that night; Shannon took an extra few minutes to call Beth at home,
just to make sure how she was. The answering machine picked up... She held her
breath, realizing that the words she would utter would (now) be from a
concerned lover who only wanted to cradle her wounded beauty. Her voice
trembled with anxiety...

"Beth, this is Shannon. I just... wanted to see how you were." She again
sighed heavily, feeling the love swell beyond the limits of her soul. "I was
thinking about you, and..." Suddenly, there was the sound of a phone picking
up.

"Shannon?" uttered a feeble sounding Beth.

"Beth?" replied a surprised, yet relieved Shannon.

"How are you?" she asked.

"Okay. I was asleep." Beth replied. "Are you at work?"

"Yea. I'm on break, and was thinking about you. I hope you're okay." Shannon
was becoming confident in her speech. She heard Beth coo in appreciation for
her thoughtfulness.

"That means so much, Shannon. Thanks... I'll be alright." said a much more
relaxed Beth.

"You didn't deserve what he did to you, Beth. What an asshole."

"He had his reasons, I'm sure." replied Beth. Always the kind and forgiving
woman, Shannon leaned back against the wall, rolling her eyes back in her
head... totally smitten with this girl.

"You're so forgiving. I wish it didn't have to happen to good people like
you." Shannon said. If Beth only knew just how much Shannon was falling for
her. "Do you want me to bring home anything when I get off work?" she asked, a
little more energetically.

"Yea." said a flirtatious Beth. "Bring us home a gallon of your favorite ice
cream, and I'll help you destroy it!" A thin smile came across Shannon's face,
hearing the hope emerging from Beth's voice. Biting on her pinky nail, Shannon
was soon fidgeting around like a teenager prepared for her first date.

"Yea?" asked Shannon. "Maybe a movie, too. What do you wanna see? You name
it."

"Hmmm. I don't know. You decide." said a happy Beth.

"Okay." said Shannon, realizing she had to get back to work. "I gotta go now.
I'll see you after 11, okay? Movie, ice cream, and all." Shannon said.

"It's a date, sweetie!" replied Beth, laughing to herself.

"Did you take your silly pill today?" asked a coy Shannon.

"Of course! I'd rather be laughing than crying, sweetheart! Wouldn't you?" she
asked.

Shannon leaned her head against the wall, twirling the phone cord around her
thumb-- hopelessly daydreaming of potential romance.

"Yea." Whispered Shannon as the tone of her voice oozed pure devotion.

"I'm glad you called." replied Beth, in a more serious tone.

"I wanted to." Replied Shannon.

"Really?" asked Beth.

"Really." Urgency crept out from under Shannon's voice. Beth was caught
slightly off guard, but kept the conversation up beat.

"Okay, I'll see you after work. Be ready to get fat, babe!" she said as both
shared a much needed laugh.

"Okay. Bye." said Shannon as she hung up. Leaning her forehead against the
wall, she felt as if she was floating in mid-air.

The last few hours of work seemed to drag along at a snail's pace, but when
she clocked out, she knew that it was all over, at least for a few days.
Stopping by the 24 hour grocery store, Shannon picked out a 5-gallon bucket of
Cookies and Cream because she knew that was Beth's favorite. After her
purchase, Shannon made her way to the video store to get their movie.

While there, nothing seemed to catch her eye. All the new releases were
already rented, and she didn't want to watch something that she had already
seen. "Romance? No way. At least not yet." thought Shannon. In a last minute
search, she noticed the Adult section of the store. Curious, and somewhat
afraid, she ventured into the section. Amazed by all the selections, she
didn't know where to start. What she liked was that all the categories were
broken down... Gay, Lesbian, Anal, Amateur. Hesitating, she inched her way to
the Lesbian section to gaze at the drop-dead gorgeous porn stars gracing each
box. Having never explored Adult video before, a certain title caught her eye.
"Precious Moments", an all girl feature showing the best scenes from the
history of porn. She read the back, and the description seized her interests.

"This video combines all the tender moments... the sensuous kisses that ended
up on the cutting room floor, the whispers of love that the Directors never
wanted you to see. This video celebrates the beauty and magic that only two
women can truly create. Enjoy!" That was the only convincing Shannon needed
before grabbing that title, and heading toward the counter. The stage was set
for the perfect seduction.

The drive home was agonizing. What would she say or do? Should she even
approach Beth on the subject? She took a deep breath, and let the calming
sensation of her love for Beth rule her thoughts. This, by far, was nothing to
be worried about. Making her way to the door with her bag of "goodies",
Shannon opened the door to find Beth on the couch, curled under a blanket,
watching TV.

"Hey!" said Beth saw Shannon walk inside.

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"You didn't start the party without me, did you?" asked Shannon with a wry
smile on her face. She took a brief moment to let the image of Beth's smile
permanately ingrain itself into her mind. Getting out from her blanket, Beth
made her way over to where Shannon stood. She noticed what she was wearing...
Thin, pink boxer shorts that barely concealed her annular ass cheeks. And an
extra large sweatshirt that did a good job at hiding the treasures beneath...
but it was her hair that set all else aside. Attenuated, flowing strands of
blonde hair that embroidered the top half of her flesh. All she wanted to do
was run her impressionable fingers through each invaluable sliver of hair...
using those tresses to ease back her face for their very first kiss.

"Set these down." she said as the bags softly settled onto the floor.
Shannon's heart skipped a beat... "What is she doing?" she thought as Beth
initiated a tender embrace. Perplexed, Shannon returned the hug... She was so
incredibly warm.

"Thanks for calling me tonight. You were the only one who thought to do that.
It really meant a lot." whispered Beth into Shannon's already trembling ear.
For a fleeting moment of uncertainty, Shannon didn't know what to do, or say.
All she could do was hold her... to grasp that priceless woman whom she'd
fallen deeply in love with over the last few months.

"Now, let's see what you got me!" said an ecstatic Beth, almost as if she were
a little girl on Christmas morning. Shannon had kept the video tucked away in
her purse for safekeeping, so she knew the situation wouldn't present itself
at an odd moment. A radiating smile graced across Beth's gorgeous face as she
lifted the ice cream out of the bag, holding it as a game show hostess would
an expensive prize. Shannon giggled, seeing Beth mock some famous celebrity.
After opening the treat, the two settled back for a night of movies, and
fattening foods. It was their night to let their hair down...

It was well into the night when Beth fell asleep on the couch. Shannon, who
sat on the floor, was fighting to keep her eyes open. Some half-witted show
was on the TV, and Shannon could have cared less. It was then the thoughts
began racing through her mind... She sat up, and reached for the video tape in
her purse nearby. Glancing over at Beth, who was laying on her stomach,
Shannon felt that now was as good as a time as any. How would Beth react? What
would she say? There was only one way to find out... As the VCR loaded the
tape, Shannon nervously pressed the play button, and left the room. She wanted
the sounds to fill the room first... Perhaps a way to subconsciously plant the
thought into the young woman's mind.

In the bathroom, the smitten young Shannon nervously fixed her hair. Gazing
into the mirror, she doubted herself time and time again. "What if I'm not
good enough for her?" As she shed her garments, she slid on her pink
nightgown. She knew pink was Beth's favorite color, and felt that it would be
a nice added gesture.

Walking back into the den, Shannon saw the television still blaring. Much to
her surprise, there sat Beth... gazing at the images on the screen with a look
of utter astonishment. Shannon stopped mid-pace, seeing the paralyzed object
of her desire.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left that on." said Shannon as she quickly shut
the TV off-not wanting to be obvious about her intent. Beth gazed upward,
noticing Shannon's revealing wardrobe.

"It's okay. I heard these moans and gasps, and looked up to see these women
kissing." she laughed. "I've never been woken up to that before." she said as
she stood up to stretch. "

It looked interesting at the video store, so I thought I'd check it out. I
wasn't trying to make you feel uncomfortable" trembled Shannon.

"It's okay. Put it back in." replied Beth as she sat back down, ready to watch
all four hours of the tape.

"Really?" asked Shannon.

"Why not? I've always wanted to see what it looked like." Said Beth as she
fluffed up her pillow, settling in. As Shannon turned around, a warm smile
graced her face as she happily placed the video back inside the machine.
Heading back to the couch, Beth noticed her roommate sitting on the couch
opposite her.

"You can sit over here. I don't bite." Said Beth, waving her over. Her heart
skipping a beat, Shannon did so, sitting next to the woman who held her heart
captive. Their attention went to the images displayed in front of them...

The first scene was of two voluptuous, tanned brunettes bathing in what looked
like an old Roman bath. Their movements were slow and careful, taking extra
time to wash each inch of their bodies. A flurry of kisses soon followed, each
one more aggressive than the last. The scene then dissolved into a dining
area, where all they could see was a pair of oiled buttocks raised from
beneath the table. Adorning the fleshy globes were an assortment of fruits and
leafy vegetables, making the flesh appear to be the main course of a very
special dinner. The other brunette was led in, completely blindfolded, by two
other exquisite female servants. Securing her hands behind her back, the two
slaves sat her in a chair, and placed her beside the table where her feast
awaited. Unraveling the blindfold, the slaves departed the room in respect for
their Master's meal. Attentive to the sight, the Master leaned over, and took
one of the grapes between her teeth. Applying gentle pressure, the grape's
juices burst forth, marinating the bronzed spheres below. As the juice deluged
the skin, she watched as it gradually settled between the heightened knolls of
subdued flesh. Parting her lips, the Master then delicately grazed the surface
of the cheeks-warming the skin with her anxious breath. Her movements were
painstakingly slow, but certainly appreciative. Turning her face, she rested
her cheek against the plumpness of her slave's rear. With eyes closed, she
nuzzled the moistened globe with her face, slowly turning to plant a bountiful
kiss upon the beloved nourishment. It was then Beth and Shannon lost sight of
the Master's lips, as it fell between the elevated cleavage.

A gasp of astonishment came from Beth...

"Total surrender. She totally gave herself to that her." remarked Beth.
Shannon looked at her friend with a hushed gaze of agreement as she turned the
television off. Silence crept into the room as Beth still gazed at the blank
screen. An unsettled stillness saturated the room. The moment presented itself
better than Shannon had thought. If she was going to surrender herself to
Beth, now was that chance.

"I know what she must have felt like... giving herself to her like that."
uttered a poised Shannon. She was indeed sure of herself-the thoughts, and her
love. Beth's gaze slowly shifted to the woman sitting next to her... Sharing a
gaze that spoke a thousand words, Beth felt there was more that should be
said.

"How do you know that?" asked Beth. With that, Shannon gathered her
convictions, and raised up before her, standing in front of her object of
wanton desire. A shared look of lust was cast as Beth watched Shannon's hands
reach up to grasp the thin straps that held her nightgown on. Beth then took
notice of Shannon's well-defined body, concealed beneath the thin material.
She had looked at her roommate's features before, but never in such a manner.
Beth's heart skipped several beats as she struggled to catch her breath... For
once in her life, Shannon knew exactly what she was doing, and this by all
means was the moment that would define her entire existence.

"Because... I would totally surrender myself to you. I love you, Beth. I
always have." As the last word escaped Shannon's lips, Beth watched as the
soft, pink nightgown drop to the floor. Disrobed completely, Beth's expression
fell void... Never before had a woman done this for her... Directly in front
of her was a woman, young and so in love with her. So taken that she would
sacrifice all that she had ever known for just this one chance... a wager on
what she felt was right.

Not one stitch of clothing hung from Shannon's flesh...

"Oh my God." Beth uttered helplessly as she could not help to gawk at
Shannon's healthy breasts. She slowly crept forward, as Beth was still
motionless. What would Beth do? She had never been in a situation like this
before, especially with someone who adored her as much as Shannon did. Before
long, Beth's face was directly in front of Shannon's ripe cleavage. Her stare
was affixed on the incredible sight as an erect nipple softly brushed across
her face. A defenseless moan of astonishment came from Beth as she felt
Shannon's hands clutch the sides of her face, motioning her to look up.

"I'll stop if you want." whispered Shannon as her eyes still held it's command
on Beth. She could stop this, right now if she wanted to. Turn her back on
this moment-- this delicate, shapely woman. Lifting both her hands, Beth took
hold of her fingers, threading them between her own, and with a sigh of
assurance and grace, she confidently uttered...

"No. I want this. I want... you." A smile washed across Shannon's face as her
hands tightened their hold. Beth felt both of Shannon's soft breasts nuzzle
closer, almost enshrining her head between her incredible breasts. Unhurried,
Shannon leaned over, raising Beth's youthful face... Not a sound could be
heard, or a doubt felt as Shannon parted her lips.

"Oh My God." Yielded Beth as her eyelids fluttered closed. She took a deep
breath and held it as if she were dipping beneath the water for a swim. Tepid
warmth gradually enshrouded her motionless mouth. No force, no urgent
pressure... just warmth, just love. It was in this glowing radiance that Beth
realized she was sharing her very first kiss with a female. So many thoughts
raced through her mind as she felt Shannon's lips fondle hers. For some
reason, Beth let go of the breath she held in her lungs. Blending it with a
moan of total and unconditional abandonment, Beth knew she was going to be
with this woman for a very long time.

Their lips completely pressed together, Beth allowed herself to be swallowed
whole by this female. Never before had any man blessed her with such a kiss.
This was far more distinct. Minutes flowed past, yet both were not keeping
count. Eyes fastened shut, and mouths secure, Shannon eased her tongue
outward, falling into Beth's awaiting, and most willing mouth. Again, Beth
moaned, realizing that another woman was savoring her saliva. Another woman...
The thought sent an uncontrollable shudder throughout her subdued body.
Shannon inched her mouth away briefly.

"I love you so much." Whispered an undoubted Shannon. "I always have. Ever
since I met you." With that, Beth briskly kissed her again, this time with
unbridled pungency. Shannon digested her fervor, and met her kiss with equal
eagerness. Their lips parted as Beth burrowed her face between Shannon's
shapely cleavage. Feeling each tender breast on the sides of her face, Beth
cooed her delight.

"This is so right." Her arms wrapped themselves around Shannon's back,
bringing her face deeper into the fold. How could any woman resist such
passion-- such intensity? Why did Shannon wait so long to induct Beth into her
world of indulgence? Wherever Shannon was taking her, Beth willingly allowed
her to be her chieftain. Beth's gaze looked upward to catch Shannon's stare...
There, tucked safely between her nourishing breasts was Beth's glowing face.
Just as she had dreamt for so many months.

"You're so beautiful." echoed Shannon. Her maternal instincts briefly took
hold, and wanted Beth to feed from her life-giving breasts. Beth's hands
extended up to clutch each precious mound... her fingernails dug themselves
into the soft flesh, pressing the masses together as her tongue extended out
to savor Shannon's flesh. Shannon, crippled in total awe, leaned over, and
rested her head atop Beth's. Her lengthy strands of hair fell about, engulfing
Beth's face totally. She could hear faint, muffled moans of ecstasy rustling
from the depths of her buxom cleavage. This was simply too much as Shannon
curled her arms around Beth to ensure she would never leave her.

The two stood up; their gaze still affixed on one another. Shannon took Beth
by her hands, and motioned for her to follow her. No words needed to be
spoken, for both knew what was about to happen. They were to consummate this
loving union. Shannon sauntered backwards, still clutching Beth's soft,
motherly hands. Their gaze not broken as the two made their way down the
hallway. The two were walking into foreign territory, yet together, as their
entwined hands perfectly symbolized, they would discover things together, with
each other... as one.

The door to Beth's bedroom crept open, as Shannon was the first to enter. She
wanted to be in her bedroom since this was where her angel rested her wings at
night. This was her shrine, her temple of beauty and splendor. Shannon was
still unclothed as Beth's gaze fell down to admire her hour glass figure. That
smooth, fleshy stomach... her broad, yet modest shoulders. Ample hips that
could easily bear a child... Both were now in her room, still quiet. Beth then
reached under her sweatshirt, and began to lift off the constraining material.

"Can I take off your clothes?" asked a somewhat bashful Shannon.

With a warm smile, Beth extended her hands outward, happily granting her
request. As she wove herself into her arms, Shannon coquettishly admitted;

"I've always wanted to do that. You just don't know how long I've wanted
this."

With her admission, Beth blushed with a telling smile.

"I never knew you cared for me like this. Why didn't you ever say anything?"
asked the blonde. Their lips delicately brushed against each other's as
Shannon answered.

"I thought you would have turned me away. I was so scared." whispered a
fragile Shannon. A quick, reassuring kiss soothed the doubt away...

"No. I never would do that." assured Beth. Her words were spoken softly,
almost hushed in a way. "But I'm glad you finally told Me." cooed Beth as she
followed with a devoted kiss.


"Really?" asked Shannon as she leaned her head back, exposing her bare neck
for Beth's delight.

Her lips anchored themselves upon her luscious flesh, moaning an intangible
response of "Yes". Beth's hands reached up to hold Shannon's shoulders in
place as she eased her back. Shannon stretched her neck back, letting her
curled, elongated locks dangle freely behind her. She was in total rapture...
The woman she had so long desired and secretly loved was now sowing bountiful
wet kisses upon her neck. She just couldn't believe that Beth had accepted
this. How fortunate could one be?

Beth poised herself back, standing straight as Shannon's hands tumbled down
Beth's side, still enveloped in a vigorous kiss. Her fingertips clinched the
bottom of Beth's sweatshirt as Shannon unwillingly broke her kiss to watch
Beth become completely unveiled. She so wanted to see this shrine of complete
beauty, total magnificence in every way imaginable. Her abdomen was the first
to feel the brisk air as the heavy material lifted up. Shannon whimpered as
she saw the body being totally unsheathed. Beth willfully lifted her arms
above her head as Shannon inched the sweater along, now revealing the fullness
of her deserving breasts.

"Oh, Beth." Shannon whispered faintly as her senses were flooded with the
view.

As Beth's lengthy golden hair lifted along with the shirt, Shannon quickly
glanced to take in the full vista of her womanly outline. The way the curves
flowed upward into her stomach, bending into her top half that retained her
breasts. Her breasts were so full, quite a generous serving for whomever was
fortunate enough to claim Beth as their lover. Her skin was flawless... no
sign of any imperfections whatsoever. Shannon thought Beth had larger breasts
than she did, but now she was convinced they both had equal mass. And her
areolas... they were perfectly placed on the top of her mounds, as if it were
like a Chocolate Kiss. As the shirt made its way past her wrists, Shannon felt
a sudden whisk of cool air sweep across her face, coming from Beth's blonde
locks settling across her now bare shoulders. The fragrance of her hair filled
Shannon's nostrils as she shivered in ecstasy. Quickly letting go of the
shirt, Shannon's face suddenly was void of all expression as the two suddenly
fell into a profound stare. Taking hold of each other's hands, Beth watched as
Shannon slowly knelt in front of her. For a fleeting moment, Beth thought she
was to ask her hand in marriage. At least that's what most do, and if Shannon
had asked that, Beth would have joyful said yes-- although she wouldn't
confess that secret as of yet. All Beth could do was watch Shannon as she
inched closer to her body. There, directly in front of her was Beth's creamy
abdomen. Every inch of Beth was susceptible to Shannon's deep appreciation,
yet her stomach held its command on her. She watched with reverence as Beth
took in each breath... Raising her palm, she rested the flat of her hand upon
Beth's tone skin. Closing her eyes, she brought her lips closer, gently
kissing Beth's supple skin. Gingerly, she then pressed her cheek against her
stomach, gasping as she did. For Shannon, nothing would give her greater
satisfaction than to crawl inside her womb, becoming reborn in Beth's shining
wake. She loved her that much. And it was her womb that Shannon felt most
comfortable next to. It glowed with fertile opportunity in so many ways.

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Her hands fluttered up along Beth's freshly shaven legs to her waist, gripping
the elastic band that held the pink boxer shorts. With a sensitive nudge, she
motioned Beth to turn around for her, so she could attest that the riddance of
the flimsy cloth would reveal two of the most mouth-watering ass cheeks she
had ever seen. At certain times, Shannon would sneak a quick glance at Beth
showering, and it never ceased to amaze her that her eyes would always
saturate themselves with Beth's splendid backside. There was no longer the
walls of secrecy and concealment of her hunger. Now, as she gently slipped the
elastic band past the summit of Beth's globes, she sighed, finally at ease
with herself, and her powerful feelings for Beth. Shannon noticed how the snug
material seemed to press into the fleshy skin. With each hand on Beth's side,
she delicately lowered the shorts passed the width of her hips. Releasing her
fingers, she felt the fabric fall around Beth's ankles. Now, directly in front
of her was Beth's ass... unblemished, and immaculate.

"You're so beautiful, Beth" remarked Shannon as her grateful fingertips grazed
each supple cheek.

"Your ass... it's so wonderful."

"Yea?" inquired Beth as she looked behind her right shoulder to see the
spectacle.

"Oh God yes." answered Shannon in defining awe.

Her lips quickly divided themselves as she drove her face into the thickness
of Beth's right cheek, sealing a moist kiss upon the sacred skin.

"Oooh." replied Beth as she felt Shannon's tongue upon her flesh. "No one's
ever kissed my ass like that before."

"No one's ever loved you like I love you before."

Shannon quickly placed another kiss upon a different portion of her ass. Warm,
thick saliva coated the area where her initial kiss was, and it was all
Shannon could do from not going completely mad, devouring her entire ass. Beth
leaned forward, arching her back slightly so that Shannon could easily relish
more of her derriere. Beth's eyes clamped shut as she felt Shannon's torrid
breath cascade over her well rounded spheres.

"Uhmmmmm" was all Beth heard as she knew Shannon would appreciate seeing her
hunched over.

Shannon couldn't say a thing since her mouth was absorbing itself amid the
savory cleavage of her ass. Suddenly, Beth felt her back off. Looking around,
she saw Shannon on her knees, trying to collect her senses.

"Oh my." she sighed. "I can't have too much of a good thing." Said Shannon as
she stood up.

Beth turned to meet her in an irrefutable kiss. Beth held Shannon's head in
her hands as she purred with affection.

"Make love to me, Shannon..." uttered Beth as she planted several wet kisses
across her face, and forehead. "Make me your woman. I want to be yours."

Tears nearly seized Shannon as she heard Beth express her unconditional oath.
With urgency, Shannon's arms grasped Beth's frame, thrusting the both of them
backward onto Beth's mattress. Beth's hair flattened out upon the comforter as
yet another kiss beguiled the young woman. Shannon was atop her as her arms
still held its grasp. Beth was taken by her frenzy, but was reassured as
Shannon's moans of bliss echoed throughout her ears.

Their kiss was unmistakable. Their bond was flourishing with each passing
moment. The slurps of their wet kisses filled the room as tongues intermeshed,
lips quivered in wonder... A tear inched out of Shannon's eye as phrases and
expressions of love were exchanged. There were no hurried or rapid movements
on this night. Every ounce of Shannon's existence was poured upon Beth. Arms
were stretched, muscles were massaged, and knolls of flesh worshipped in
various ways... The two women left no stone upturned. Beth had never thought
much about being involved with a woman until this night. Never before had she
believed that another woman could carry such relevance with another.
Admittedly, she assumed the role as the submissive one during the early hours
of the night. But as the night handed over its authority to the early morning,
Beth was transformed into a woman of boldness, a woman of unbridled
seduction... she had become the enslaved vixen of Shannon's heart and soul.
And before the two collapsed from exhaustion at 4pm the next day, she was
fully convinced that she had fallen deeply in love with her roommate. As
Shannon drifted off into sleep, lying upon Beth's left breast (she found that
she fancied listening to her heartbeat), Beth gently woke her to express her
feelings. Her drowsiness quickly faded away as the two sealed their union with
a kiss, along with several tears of joy and serenity.

The days and weeks that soon followed were wonderful. Shannon had moved out of
her old bedroom, and moved into Beth's, leaving it as their guestroom. Beth
soon ordained that her bed was now "our" bed, and even her language changed.
Her expressions now consisted of "us", or "we". Pictures of the two soon
decorated their home as the romance blossomed into a passionate, life-long
love affair. Everything they did, they did together as a couple. They didn't
care what others thought as they openly showed their affection in public.
Shannon loved to buy Beth anything that had the color pink in it. They were
always exchanging love cards, notes, anything to remind the other of the love
in their hearts. When Shannon had to be at work before Beth, she would always
leave love notes on the mirror in the bathroom, or in her car. And on the days
when Shannon woke up earlier, she would sit beside their bed, and gaze at the
well-defined muscles in Beth's back. She loved running the tip of her ring
finger along her spine. And, on occasions, Shannon would wake Beth by
engulfing her moist tongue in the furrow her upturned ass. It was irrefutable.
Their souls were forever fused together by an undeniable love.

The couple's thirst for experimentation also flourished. Beth had recently
purchased a work out station for them, and began to enjoy thorough, exhaustive
workout sessions with her mate. In less than a month, the two began noticing
significant muscle tone development in each of their bodies. Shannon worked
rigorously on developing the muscles in her buttocks as Beth focused on her
abdomen muscles. On late nights, after a sweaty two hour work-out, the two
would end up locked together in an intense sixty-nine on the bench press.
Shannon always preferred Beth on top since she loved the sight of her tanned,
and now, well toned ass. Nothing pleased her more than to feel Beth's scalding
tongue forged deep inside her as she gazed up to admire her perspiring
buttocks. Shannon was beginning to take notice of Beth's growing strength and
fortitude during their lovemaking. The two never assumed any kind of
dominant/submissive roles, but were considering exploring that avenue soon.
Shannon felt that this likelihood was soon upon them after Beth had ravaged
her in bed the previous night. The two owned a strap-on, but rarely used it as
they thought using it would invoke feelings for a man. Yet, this particular
night, Beth fastened the attachment on, and (what she called) "mated" with
Shannon for well over an hour. If the truth had to be confessed, Shannon loved
being controlled and used by her lover. Beth took the ritual to the next step
as she pounded herself against Shannon. The sounds of their sweaty bodies
slapping together echoed throughout her mind...

"You like that? You want to be fucked, don't you?"

What really made Shannon think was when Beth exclaimed that she wished she
could impregnate Shannon.

"I... I want to make you pregnant." she would gasp between the thrusts of her
body.

She couldn't remember much since it was such an intense moment for the two,
but she clearly remembered Beth expressing her desire to make Shannon the
mother of her child. The two had talked about adoption before, or even a
donor, but this was something far more different. She knew it was biologically
impossible, but yet, there was something very alluring about Beth making her
pregnant. Shannon wanted to explore this...

The next night, Beth's soft and modest side seemed prevalent as the two shared
a cozy night in front of the TV, watching a movie. When the two went to bed,
Shannon stood in front of their bed, and slowly untied the robe that she wore.
As it fell to the floor, a telling gaze was shared as Shannon gradually ran
her palms across her stomach, and pelvic muscles. Since they began dating, the
two made it a point to rid their bedroom of all modern devices. No lights,
phones, or clocks could be found in their special temple. Several candles were
lit, accentuating Shannon's athletic body.

"Look at my stomach, Beth. Look how tight I'm getting. Do you see that?" she
asked in an appetizing voice.
Beth was beneath the covers, all ready for bed. Now, she was sitting straight
up as the drama began to unfold. Shannon had struck a sensitive nerve within
her mate. Beth crawled out from under the sheets, and respectfully knelt on
the edge of their bed. Shannon's hands pulsated up her stomach to lift her
teeming breasts.

"My body is so ripe, Beth. So healthy." purred Shannon.

Shannon inched forward to Beth as she lifted her hand, and placed it upon
Shannon's robust abdomen. Her sights transfixed, staring at the segment of
Shannon's body.

"You made me this way, Beth. You."

"I did?'

"Yes. And you can make me into something else... anything you want."

A long pause followed as Beth placed both hands on each of Shannon's bronzed
hips. Shannon poised her head, slowly stroking Beth's lips with hers ever so
gently. Beth wanted to say something, but was unsure how to express herself.
Shannon noticed her lover's dilemma.

"What is it, sweetheart?"

Beth looked down, almost ashamed in a way. Gathering her conviction, she took
a breath, but paused. Shannon assured her by placing her hands upon her face
gently.

"Baby, look at me."

Beth's eyes met with Shannon's.

"You can tell me anything. Remember? No more secrets, or hiding our feelings.
Tell me what you are thinking about." questioned Shannon in her most soothing,
caring voice.

"I just... I'm just so in love with you." uttered a helpless, somewhat fearful
Beth.

"Oh, Baby." cooed Shannon as she grasped her hands with hers tightly. The
expression of love melted her heart.

"Our love is so powerful, isn't it?" asked Beth.

With bursting emotion, Shannon nodded yes.

"I... I just want to see what would happen if we take it to a different
level."

Shannon could sense a different tone in Beth's voice.

"What kind of level, sweetheart?"

"Do you remember that tape you rented the first night we got together? The one
with the slaves, and their master?" asked Beth.

Shannon nodded yes.

"Well, ever since I saw that, I..." Beth's voice broke off in fear.

Shannon took her chin with her forefinger, motioning for her to look at her.

"Its okay. What, sweetie? Tell me." Assured Shannon.

Beth clutched her hands tightly, summoning her courage and strength.

"I want to try that with you. I... I want to be your master." Responded Beth.

Shannon looked off briefly, not knowing the full scope of her request. Beth
knew she had stumped her.

"It's just the idea of it. Remember how I said that woman surrendered to her
totally? And you said you knew what it felt like because you wanted to
surrender to me?"

"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.

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"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?

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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.

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...