There was a delightful scent in the gentle breeze of the early morning... something must be in bloom out in the desert. i likened it to my own new beginnings, wanting desperately to make sure i was worthy of this opportunity. Both my mind and body felt the previous days but it was a good fresh feeling.

Again i was taken at the end of my chain to be milked but after, instead of pony training, the Master came in and informed me that while i had not done anything of an infraction i would still need to know what some of the penalties could be for things like untimely obedience and inabilities.

My arms were tightly bound behind me, chained at the elbows and wrists. i felt an obvious change to both posture and presentation. My breasts were clearly accented and if possible more visible. It was inconvenient for me but i appreciated the value. Another chain was clipped to the wrist chain and drawn up between my legs rather firmly and attached to the front ring of the collar... i appreciated further that this was a punishment. A rather large shiny metal hook was inserted in my rear, the chain slipped between my bound arms and my back then attached to a ring in the back of my collar... It was a close fit and there was some discussion that the worker who did this had done it in the wrong order... nonetheless i was quite uncomfortable and feeling my spine compressed.

This was a tough day... i was strapped (beaten with a wide leather strip) and caned sporadically during the punishment period and very much experimented on in about any manner the people at Al Azir chose to. Much attention was given to my still unfettered breasts, they were often the focus of the strikes.

The next morning i fell asleep on the milker as i wasn't allowed sleep during the previous twenty four hours of punishment. Even the short stimulating electric shocks of the devices and the couple pounds of hose, cable and cup that held to the tips of my teats by suction shaking with the pumps pulses weren't enough to disturb my need for rest but...!

i awoke to a body wracking sting the side of my right breast. i looked that direction and saw the boys from the road, one of them was the brandisher of a black stick with a bright orange switch at the handle. He was an attractive boy well on his way to becoming a handsome man and i watched his eyes. The boy spoke in his language to one of my handlers then after the response he turned to me and using English in his rich accent. "Lazy cow... the machine does all the work. You should not sleep." i shook my head in agreement but it was misunderstood "What do you mean no?" and the handler spoke a short phrase... the stick was pressed into my breast again and discharged. i felt the stream of my urine leave me as i begged to speak. The boy (at a verbal prompt from the handler) allowed that i may speak. Quickly choosing to use the fewest words possible and to refrain from an explanation i managed simply "Master..." (addressing the boy) "...cow begs forgiveness." Somehow it felt good to be easily three times the boys age and yet subservient due simply to my gender. i felt both that i was meeting my own challenge and honoring the boys newfound manhood. He told his friends something then in that accented English explained to me that he told them the old female recognized him as master... I'm sure they heard, but what boy wouldn't want to gloat about his powers? i quickly got lost in the thought of being handled by these boys... being their possession as well... perhaps i will be the one that brings each of them into full manhood. i resolved to later ask that the handsome one to at least be one of those to breed me.

i noticed all watched me even closer and their attention was split between my open rear and breasts hanging with the weight of the milking devices. The boys were told to remove the devices my vagina and anus which they did with a lot of fumbling (absolutely loved the feel of their fingers grabbing things they hadn't intended!) i soon realized it was to make room for the boys to feel the insides of a female and experiment with her elasticity (little hands groped around inside me as if inspecting a sick farm animal...) then take turns burning my interior with the stick. i passed out.

i woke in the dirt of the main courtyard, neck attached to a ring imbedded in a small concrete pad. i was unbound except for the single padlock that held my collar to the ring in the ground. Perhaps an hour passed before the woman trainer came to unlock me and put me in a bath with bubbles and scents and let me relax under her watchful eye. We talked as two women might in any conversation but the subject matter was rather perverse. i was allowed to talk freely so i asked her about her views and what her experiences here were. She told me that she was a graduate of Cairo University with a doctorate in veterinary and a degree in business. It had been her intent to open a business in agriculture to help feed her people but when she married it became even more obvious that she would never convince the community that her place was anything more than her man's servant. She admitted that it didn't sit well with her at first but he did provide quite well for her and over time she had risen back to her educated status within her community. She had never been as i am, Livestock and sexually available... she revealed that she was somewhat disgusted with me as my own behaviors made the males sink into a depravity that was unbecoming. i apologized and the subject changed.

Before she left me to enjoy my bath she mentioned that the rest of my stay i would simply be a regular guest of Al Azir with complete use of all its amenities and regardless of my desire i would act as a free woman among all the workers and masters. The point was that they wanted me to know who all of them are to feel as an equal so when i return it could be a more humbling experience for me... to have been among them as friends then be required to serve as a possession.

i saw the wisdom in that and enjoyed all the compound had to offer. i was dressed in a Burqa and taken to town to shop among all the citizens and introduced to so many people. My face was not covered and barring just a couple incidents my body was. i found out that the robe like Burqa was typically worn over full clothing but i had not been given any other clothing. It would have inhibited the activities when i was taken aside on three separate occasions into homes to be used for sex. Later it was explained that each was a local leader and i needed to be available to them so my masters wouldn’t have any extra problems on my return.

It was a pleasant week getting to know everyone and learn some of the local traditions. The local cuisine was amazing and the scenery of the nearby mountains stunning. i returned home on a commercial airline in a regular class seat, of course fully dressed. At home i was required to live as normally as i could for a month and live it up. Then, just as the idea of me living as livestock began to fade and i started liking life in the general population i was asked to choose.

i couldn't. Actually i really didn't want to go back but i also knew i was a valuable asset and several people were counting on me being sold. My indecision brought a strong rant from the men. They were angry at my change of heart and lack of dedication and loyalty (which i wanted to argue but...). They got more and more focused on me and my "worth" as a female was to serve. i felt that was true but had begun to enjoy wordly things again. The "conversation" degraded to the point where it was almost uniquely about the fact that i was clearly theirs to use and sell as they saw fit. They referred to how nature intended me to be simply a "vessel for their seed" (i recognized that as fact but was somewhat amused at how "biblical" it sounded).

i spent the rest of that day and well into the next nude and locked in the empty room where in the past i was frequently prostituted. i cried almost continuously and decided, yes determined, that i would indeed leave this and join the normal world at thirty eight years of age. A frightening proposition but i'd really enjoyed being free, there was so much to see and do! i decided to leave that slavery and make my way in the world, to learn how wonderful life can be.

Two weeks later...right on schedule...i was naked on the floor of the garage watching a van back in. i was well secured in a four foot long by three foot wide and three foot tall metal cage, meant for a large dog and bought at a petstore...by me.

My "decison" had been overruled. They had beaten me a bit (four days) then prostituted me mercilessly for six days. They counted the money in front of me then told me i would go shopping. i was held by two of them while another uncaringly held my breast by the nipple and wrapped wire tightly around the base until each popped grotesquely off my chest like torpedos, slipped a large plug in me and had me dress in a business skirt, loose blouse and matching jacket (which painfully managed only one button to close it) before clipping a leash to my collar and taking me to a few stores to buy the materials for my own entrapment. At each store they took me to i was stood up and slapped a bit to remind me of my place before i was told to walk in front of them and tug my own leash with my neck.

Two men used a hand truck to load me on the lift and into the van then shut the door. My men had been there watching and even taping it but none said anything to me and simply referred to me in the brief exchange with the freight handlers as "it". My body was newly adorned with a few additional markings on my skin and some rearranged rings and posts imbedded in me as well as a very nice set of stainless cuffs and collars that had been painstakingly welded in place with no hinges, locks, latches...just stainless bands two inches wide with rings through welded loops. Putting them on me had been an all day affair, placing wet asbestos pads under the bands and then using a little device to tighten the bands painfully before throwing a leather poncho over me and welding. He used a grinder and a file to smooth out the weld. Neck, waist, wrists and ankles were ringed with the wide shiny bands, they even had matching removeable bands that fit the base of each breast. These looked a lot like oversize novelty handcuffs. Two seperate bands connected by a chain which were "installed" by pulling my teat through one band by the nipple then passing the other band behind me and fitting the second band in the same way the first had been. These simple things had the effect of making my boobs look like fleshy water bags glued to my chest as well as making the use of my nipple rings way more effective.

From a large ring in my left labia hung a three inch chain that held a thick engraved stainless plate about one and a half inches by two and a half which clearly stated the possessional status of breeding rights to my vagina. My left breast had a similar large ring and chain in the fleshy underside a couple inches below my nipple that stated ownership to my entirety as did the very obvious tattooing around each nipple and the small of my back and in a band completely around my neck under the collar as well as the brands that had been excruciatingly burned into my "mons" and my buttcheek.

The overabundance of markings was to completely reduce my will to be anything but "property of" and it was working. By the time i was branded i really felt no urge at all to do anything but hold still and not make too much sound. They encouraged me to go ahead and scream as they filmed it all being done.

For "shipping" i had been folded up to specification with my ankles to the side rings of collar, wrists to side rings of waist band, nipples tightly pulled up distorting my boobs to fleshy cones that eminated from chains at the front ring of the collar then i was plugged in all openings and placed placed face up on a pad and slid inside cage. They wanted me to stay locked but still wanted me available for that mexican airport official. This drive was to be just as any freight package then at the airport it was obviously a charter flight of some kind as no mention of my condition was made beyond admiring how insane i must be as i was loaded into the cargo hold with perhaps a dozen other animals like a chimp and a big cat like a jaguar and some birds and dogs. Apart from a Mexican official leaving sperm in my ass there were no other exposures for the five stops we made before landing near my new home...

One thing really filled my head after being beaten and chained until i begged to be sold... and i even tried to vocalize it out loud while in that cargo hold... "i am SO owned". i had known while i was being yelled at that they were right. i never could live without them... i NEEDED to belong to someone... desperately... and now there was zero question at all that i was severly owned according to all markings and deep in my soul... i was the breeding property of Al Azir...