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 Master wrote, "You are no longer a woman here, a fellow creature of
mankind. You are now an animal, a creature to do man's bidding.  My
bidding. No act will be too perverse, no order too obscene.  Because you
are an animal, no longer bound or protected by the rules of man

   while you are in this chat, I own you, completely, without question. 
You are like a tool to bring me pleasure.  I can use you however I want. 
If I want you to suck me for five hours, you will do it.  If I want to film
you playing with yourself, I will.  And you'll do exactly as I say

   This body of your's, these legs, your ass, your tits, only serve to make
more attractive your most important part...your cunt.  The only reason you
can walk around is to carry your cunt from man to man.  When you spread
your legs, it's because every cock belongs in your cunt

   Because you are an animal, my animal, we will use the language of
animals.  You no longer have breasts and a vagina.  You have tits and a
cunt.  You no longer perform oral sex.  You suck my cock.  You'll show me
your ass.  You'll lick my balls.  You'll play with your pussy.  You'll jack
me off.  You'll do it all dirty, because you're just an animal to be used.
Used by me

   Because I own you, I want you to be the best.  And the only way to
assure that is through discipline.  You will be spanked, often, without
mercy, to help you remember who is in charge."

   For days there was nothing but silence.  Suddenly late one Monday
afternoon

   came a text message from Master, "Animal, pack all your clothes.  You
will be picked up at 6 pm sharp.  You are moving in."

   Just like that, I peed in my panties, terrified of what I had gotten
myself into, and at the same time, exhilarated at belonging to Master.  I
could not focus the rest of the week, trying to get two weeks' vacation
from my boss, organizing things around the house, making sure all bills
were paid, and packing my clothes.  I wondered why Master had used the word
"all" when referring to my clothes, but complied just as well.

   At 6 pm I was downstairs, nervous and trembling, two large suitcases at
my side.  A pickup truck pulled up and the driver gruffly called out, "Get
in." Truly, I had been expecting Master himself to come pick me up, and
even in a car.  The driver gave me the impression of not being too helpful,
either.  With effort I heaved my two suitcases onto the bed of the truck
and sat in the cabin.  I tried to smile politely and make small talk, but
he simply ignored me and drove off.  From my seat I could already smell
farm odors filling the truck.  It made me so queasy and insecure.  But the
driver had taken the highway and was moving too fast for me to realize
where we were going, much less attempt to jump out.

   It was already way past dark when we got off the highway, onto a paved
road, and then a dirt road, along which I seemed to be tossed around too
much.  Nervously I kept looking back just to make sure my suitcases were
still there.  The drier made a sharp turn and I realized we were coming
into a huge farm.  It was dark except for a house with lights at the end.
We drove up and the driver motioned me to get out.  I walked to the back of
the truck and pulled out my heavy suitcases with me.  The driver nodded for
me to follow him.

   In a brightly lit study, Master was busy working at his desk.  It was
the first time I had ever seen him in person!  He looked handsome, virile,
rugged, and above all, exuding masculinity.

   He looked up at me.  I was expecting at least a smile, if not a hello
and a hug.  Quite simply he said, "Strip." Nervous and quivering I started
to take off my clothes.  He just stared at me, not saying a word.  And when
all was off, he turned to the driver and said, "Take her out."

   To my surprise, the courtyard was brightly lit now.  I stumbled out, my
eyes getting accustomed to the sudden glare.  I stood stark naked in the
spotlight.  Farmhands, men and women and boys and girls, were standing
about, staring at me.  Master looked at one who seemed to be the foreman
and nodded.  The man came up to me and slipped something over my neck,
making a snapping sound as it clicked shut.  My hands raced to my neck.  He
had slipped on a collar!  It was thin and felt soft, but still as I tugged
I realized it was hi-strength and would not slip off.



   Master nodded at the foreman again.  He ordered me to empty out my
suitcases, right there on the courtyard.  One of the more mature woman
farmhands came over and picked out all my panties and bras.  I had picked
out the very nicest I had, the more expensive and sexy ones I owned.  The
woman motioned to the farmhands and they came over to help themselves to my
lingerie.  Master nodded again, and the woman called two farm boys.  The
scooped up the rest of my clothes and unceremoniously dumped them - all my
clothes - into a raging bonfire off to the side.



   A cold rain started to fall.  The farmhands drifted off.  I was standing
in the rain, shivering from cold and fear.  Master was on the doorstep,
looking coldly at me.  The foreman slipped a lasso on my collar and walked
me off.  He led me to a barn, motioning a pile of straw on a corner,
covered with a cotton sheet.  "So you don't scratch your skin," he
explained, the only words I had heard in hours.  And with that he walked
out.  Just like that, I was left in a barn, wet and cold and shivering,
with other animals, to sleep on a bed of straw.