I want to be a slave dominated by a small group of women. I want them to command me, to demand that I do anything they want to them and for them, and I am honored and happy to do so, for I am nothing without them, without their commands, without their demands, without their domination, without their power of life and death over me.
I want them to indict me, to try me, to convict me, and to sentence me to death. I want to hear the Chief Hangwoman & Cook, who is also the Chief Judge, speak the words "Chuck Roast, you have been found guilty as charged. The punishment is death. You are sentenced to be hanged by the neck until you are dead, and when you are dead after you have been hanged, at the request of the ravenous cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks, you are further sentenced to be cooked and eaten."
While I am in prison awaiting my hanging, I want the Hangwomen & Cooks to dominate me and force me to work me hard so that the physical labor will help me stay in great shape, with my large muscles, my meat easily visible as muscular bulges beneath my edible skin in my arms, my legs, my chest, my abdomen, my back, my ribs, my hips, and my gluteal muscles.
Under the command, control, and supervision, of the Hangwomen & Cooks, I will perform hard labor. I will work as a slave on their farm and help them grow and harvest the fruits, and vegetables, and grains that they will use to feed me so that I will grow healthier and healthier, stronger and stronger, more and more muscular, more and more attractive, more and more desirable, more and more edible, more and more delicious, more and more ready to be hanged, cooked, and eaten. At each step along my inevitable and inescapable journey from slave, gallows, to meat, to kitchen, to oven, to table, the Hangwomen & Cooks will become even more ravenous, more frenzied, and more eager to hang me so that they can cook me and eat me. That is their ultimate goal. They are hungry female cannibals, and I am meat. My fate is sealed.
I want the Hangwomen & Cooks to make it clear to me that they own me, that they dominate me, that they have already decided my future, that they have already determined my fate, which is that I am going to be their dinner, that they are going to hang me, cook me, and eat me.
The Hangwomen & Cooks will command me to work out with weights 3 sessions/week * 2 hours/session to enhance my muscle-meat as they become even more ravenous, more frenzied, and more eager to hang me so that they can cook me and eat me to satisfy their special hunger for man-meat.
The Hangwomen & Cooks will command me to run 5-10 miles/day to make me healthier and to enhance my muscle-meat as they become even more ravenous, more frenzied, and more eager to hang me so that they cook me and eat me.
The Hangwomen & Cooks will feed me a special diet that will detoxify my body and especially my muscle-meat, a diet that will enhance my muscle-meat and its flavor.
The Hangwomen & Cooks will dominate me and command that I submit to being weighed and measured daily to track my progress as I become meatier on my inevitable and inescapable journey from slave, to gallows, to meat, to kitchen, to oven, to table.
And when the Hangwomen & Cooks determine that I am ready, and as they become more ravenous, more frenzied, and more eager to hang me so that they can cook me and eat me, I want them to dress me in special hanging clothes that they have chosen for me: a tasteful and tasty, white, long-sleeved, button-down, oxford cloth, dress hanging shirt; a tasteful and tasty, black silk hanging necktie with white stripes that presages the noose that will soon be tightened around my neck and from which I will soon be hanging; black, tasteful and tasteful, dress hanging pants; black belt, black socks, and black dress boots.
And when the Hangwomen & Cooks have dressed me in my hanging clothes, I want them ultimately to hang me, and to cook me and eat me in my hanging clothes.
I hope that I hang well, that I cook well, and that my man-meat is nutritious, healthful, delicious, satisfying, filling, and worth all their effort and my sacrifice, which I was honored and happy to make because they owned me. They commanded, me and they dominated me. I lived, and worked, and strove, and prepared, and died to serve them so that they can serve me for dinner. I wanted them to hang me, cook me, and eat me. And they did.
