snivellings of a "kept" male pig creature !!!

i humbly offer You my vows of praise one more time Madame Victoria Marx, recognizing my continuous respect, thanks and honor serving and worshipping You.

i "respect" the truth Owner, that You have every right to take away from me, the fruits of my labor (commission, volume bonus and insurance cheques); since i am Your kept slave and personal property. by identification i exist as Your "financial slave" with all monies earned being the sole property of You, and You alone. You deserve nothing less from a slave, just as any slave should expect nothing more from an Owner, than to be kept in abject poverty, while contributing all of its earnings to their Owner's bank account. respect is a big attribute shown to a Superior Woman, coming from an inferior male pig creature.

i "thank" You Owner, for seeing worthiness in me, at being Your kept slave and personal property. mere thanks alone can never praise You enough. i am eternally grateful that You have taken away from me all of my financial freedom in addition of the complete removal of my social liberties. i need Your permanent control, to curb forevermore my former wasteful squandering away of my earned commissions, on booze and so called friends. Your taking complete and total control of my once owned bank account and credit cards, compliment Your centurion grip on the commissions i now earn for You, while being an inferior kept slave in Your Dominion.

i "honor" You Owner, by remaining loyal and dedicated to my committed duty, of earning a continuous supply of money to replenish Your bank account. the honor of being at Your grace and mercy, dependant on Your benevolence, fortifies Your Superiority over me and serves as a constant reminder of my inferiority.

i would be nothing, if it were not for You Madame Victoria Marx. You have given to me an "identity" that i had been searching for all of my pathetic life. You have shown me, that my true and net worth as a "financial slave" far out reaches all other reasons for my existence. You already know my sincerity and gratitude for being Your kept slave and personal property. i continually ache for the opportunity to be Your 24/7 incarcerated, locked in slave, behind steel bars, kept in Your basement, away from the light of day and to never again experience any pleasures of this earth, that "freedom" provides You Madame Victoria Marx and other Superior Women. that day can not come soon enough, to become Your "ultimate" kept slave, out of public sight for life.

i am elated that You are expanding Your social activities "without" me being present, making better use of Your personal time, enjoying the full magnitude of Your life in and outside the House of Victoria. watching You grow Your stable of friends (Superior Women), slaves & toys (male pig creatures), seeing You utilize Your own freedom and liberties to the maximum (without me in those moments) makes me extremely happy. i exist for Your pleasure and nothing more. i hope, beg and pray, that You will continue to consume Your disposable time away from me, enjoying to the max, Your new found "self indulging and personal development" pleasures as a Superior Woman and Dominatrix. what better compliment can You give me, than to throw in my face, Your happiness and excitement from pleasuring Yourself with those You choose to be with (other than me), while i am left in the House of Victoria, as Your kept slave? not only is this confirmation, that my usefulness is being valued, but it is preparatory conditioning for the inevitable time wherein i will be permanently locked away 24/7 in Your basement doing what i do best......making You money.

since 01-feb-08, my contribution and worth in providing "financial slavery" income has shown positive results, increasing the quality of Your life, as it should be. You have been able to grow Your stable of slaves, communicate more often (online) with other Dommes/Doms and slaves, attend more bdsm and other social outings from the House of Victoria, and in general appreciate the bdsm lifestyle so much more. in quite and excited comfort, i take sincere pleasure from knowing, that by Your having a "financial slave" (me for now and hopefully many more others added to the prison cells) at Your command and complete disposal, that it is assisting in Your becoming all the Superior Woman You can truly become.

o/Our union as Owner/slave was meant to be Madame Victoria Marx, i am sure of it. i was born to be a slave in life, but i did not know to what capacity. now it is perfectly clear to me. financial slavery gives me the opportunity to witness You, a Superior Woman and my Owner, to grow to Your full potential. through my example of Your achievement and accomplishments, i truly hope that You will enslave other inferior, male pig creatures, as Your financial slave. it is Your right to take from life all that You can, making life serve You all the joys and pleasures You can take from it. i look forward, no make that ache, with a passion, for the day to arrive, when You can lock me away, out of sight and out of mind, other than to excite Your orgasmic juices, at Your accomplishment of taking control of my life in permanent exile, bondage and surrender, existing only as Your financial slave until i depart this earth. respect, thank, honor......yes i certainly think so Owner !!!!

i so love You dear.

the single most important thing about an “orgasm” is, that they are purely selfish moments of personal indulgence and gratification. whom among u/Us have not enjoyed such memorable exhilaration? i deliberately did not say memorable moments, simply because the truth be told, they are nothing more than actions of raw sexual pleasure. please let me digress and share my suffering reality with You, please.

like everyone out there, i too enjoy orgasms, why wouldn’t i ? now let me be completely truthful with You, that is to say, these were my “previously” felt and thought memories about orgasms. a time before my present predicament of being my Owner’s kept property and slave. back in the hay days of willful excess and abuse, i use to jerk off some 6-8 times a day, and would still be doing so, if it were not for my Owner’s locked stainless steel chastity cage, that She secured onto Her now Owned pigtail on 19-may-07. a simple mathematical calculation will reveal an astounding fact. what is that fact You say, well let me tell You. 737 elapsed days since 19-may-07 till now x 8 jerk offs a day = 5,896 “denied” orgasms, that i’ll never get back. if that isn’t shocking enough, i have the balance of my pathetic existence, without ever again experiencing so much as another orgasm, not even a full, unfettered erection, and most definitely, never again will i ever feel the ultimate pleasure of slipping my pigtail into a Superior Woman’s treasure box, or Her tantalizing, hot mouth. what have i done, what have i done ??????

so what is life really like living in a permanent hell You might say? please allow me to enlighten You all.

a male pig creature experiences a sexual thought every 15- 30 seconds, so it is told. to that end i am no different, except with one obvious fact, i now wear my Owner’s heavy metal chastity cage. no more idle fingers playing in the devil’s workshop. no more will the palmer Sisters slap my pathetic monkey, choke the chicken, or make my cycloptic pigtail vomit. those days are well behind me. still though, i experience what every other “free” male pig creature does……and that is the lustful desire to unfold my formerly owned pigtail into a full, hard pecker, ready and able to get into trouble. my very own little “dennis the menace”.

the experience and net result is always the same……it starts off with a stirring sensation of the pigtail. first there is little convulsing pulses, like those of heart beating within one’s body. those never ending pulses grow into a stubby beginning to firm up, within the steel chastity device. as this sensation begins, the pigsticles begin to swell up with trapped blood, causing them to turn deep purplish, black and blue, as the blood has no way to escape. why is that, well simply put, because there is a steel ring encompassing the base of the revolting package (pigsticles and pigtail). the agony begins to build from the swollen pigsticles and their icy cold darkening of the flesh.

what next could You image? well the stubby begins to puff up, fattening itself like a blotted pig does from over indulgence in woofing down too much food into it’s pork belly. with no place to go other than up against the steel bars of the chastity device, pigtail flesh begins to spill over to outside the cage itself. by now, there is rising pain transferred on all contact spots of the chastity cage of where pig flesh meets metal. there is no escape; since there is also a secondary securing mechanism of the pigtail to the chastity cage.

my Owner just retooled Her pigtail property with an upgraded prince albert ring. She purchased a replacement ring to replace the insolent and impish one, that i was forced to wear for so long. now She has super sized it to a zero gauge, double balled ring, the same thickness as a serious padlock’s shank, the same thickness of a cigarette. now Her property is fully secured by two ways, one that connects the cage itself to the ring that chokes off the pigsticles and pigtail. the other through the eye of the pigtail to the front of the cage. the eager ring just dropped into the eye without so much as a spec of trouble. my Owner released a loud giggle of delight.

with the stubby slammed tight against the steel cage walls, pigtail flesh wedged between the bars, a one and a half inch inside chamber space compressing the pigtail, the pigsticles swollen black, purple and blue, erratic convulsions pulsing every second, there i am, trapped and denied any sexual pleasure of my selfish own. this will continue for twenty or so minutes at a time, until i am able to drive my thoughts off the pain and frustration of my Owner’s trapped pigtail. all the while, i must endure lost sleep at night time over this, and in the daytime unsettling agony in my panties.

but wait……every 15-30 seconds along comes another sexual thought. please Madame Victoria Marx, please lead me into the operating room for a lobotomy, please i beg You. i can no longer cope with the mental torment, please, please, please, i beg You, please grant me a frontal lobotomy.

would i change anything if i ever could……not on Your life !!!!

have You ever wanted something so bad, that it felt like time itself was standing still ??? well of course You have. w/We all have. i wish to relate to You my latest struggle, that for me, has been tormenting me with haunting passion. something far worse than what the actual event itself will feel like, when it finally arrives. please allow me to continue.

my Owner and i enjoy a fabulous co-existence together. nobody could ever say that w/We suffer for not. o/Our lives are so closely intertwined, that mere crowbars along could not separate u/Us. yet there is still one more scenario to be played out, that would bring u/Us forevermore closer to one another. this supersedes the end goal of my being entombed alive, buried deep in the ground, up to my neck in mud. yes, the event would not be to everyone’s taste, yet it certain fills the glass to the top for u/Us. strangely enough, it has been discussed and rediscussed, making sure that once commenced, that neither of u/Us will consider any reversal. It will be as permanent, as is the reality that i shall remain my Owner’s property for life.

You might guess that what i am hinting towards is the arrival of my becoming a yard pig for at least one full summer and autumn, followed with a further continuance indoors, in the basement of my Owner’s home. all bound up with animal wrapping tap, to cripple me with suffering restraints, the sort that would leave my only mobility on top of my elbows and knees, as my appendages are folded together with the binding. for the entire year, i will not be able to stand up, nor will i be able to use my hands and fingers, while am transformed into my Owner’s pig. no, this is not the Mother thought of burning desire, albeit it is certainly on the front burner of desire.

this passion that consumes my every living thought will require the firmest hand of love. a belief that it is for both o/Our own good. as You are all aware, my Owner has taken complete ownership of every dollar i earn, leaving me completely penniless. after all, what does a kept male pig slave need money for? i am permanently house bound, my once owned vehicle taken away from me by my Owner, stripped of all my formerly owned credit cards, bank account and access to the funds contained within the bank. now all of those things are the sole property of my Owner. so again i ask, what would any slave, and more specifically me, need any of those things in my life. the first thing to be taken away from me by my Owner was my liberty and freedom, along with anyone that knew me, consisting of my then friends and acquaintances. i have become my Owner’s kept property in the House of Victoria since 01-feb-08. so what is it then that i speak so desirously off ?

i will tell You then. talks in earnest have begun, to form a plan that will see me disappearing from the surface of this earth, for all intense and purposes. oh w/We are not talking about death. no, no, no. what my Owner and i are talking about is so much more restrictive than death. plans are being made to prepare me for my next appointment with fate. a fate that surely would drive most people delirious with fear, but not me. just a reminder, like previously commented on, once this next adventure is commenced with, there will be no withdrawing away from it. It is “permanent” !!!

my Owner has begun Her plans to acquire a new home. this new purchase will not be like any other. It will not only be my final resting place (buried alive, deep within the ground), but will be my last years upon the surface of this earth, isolated from any human contact of any sort at all. yes, w/We are working out a new prison for me. a place where i can reside, continuing to earn my Owner a very rewarding income from my earned labor. You see......i am to be sealed up alive behind a locked steel door in the basement. i will have my very own living space, one that includes a flush toilet, lights, feeding tubes and all of my business equipment, so that i might continue to earn money for my Owner. i will be locked away 24/7 for as many years as it pleases my Owner, before She decides to entomb me alive, deep within the earth, buried up to my neck in mud. i will be kept in the mud pit below ground level until i finally die. but for the years leading up to that demise, i will become a confined prisoner of my Owner in Her basement. never again to be seen, yet at all times slaving away earning money for my Owner’s bank account.

thanks to today’s electronic means, i will be able to remain locked up in complete isolation from humankind, other than voice contact on the telephone with my mortgage based industry. computers with all the conveniances of email and internet connections, coupled with my fax machine, printers and land and cellular telephone lines, i will never be required to see people in person ever again. already my life is limited to a small office in the basement of my Owner’s home, but with more freedom of movement. the only real change will be that in the new environment, i will be kept locked away behind a steel door, in the corner of my Owner’s basement. all of my food can be fed to me in liquid form from my plastic feeding pipe and funnel. my Owner will be able to pour my nourishment down the feeding tube from the convenience of Her kitchen above. no need for plates, utensils and the like. just one steady diet of liquefied pig slop (garbage really......table scraps, wilted vegetables and end cuts). the light switch will be controlled on an automatic timer kept outside of my locked isolation cell. my Owner will control the time settings. further thoughts have begun on placing streaming online video cameras so that others might share in the enjoyment of my imprisonment on their computers.

now then, how can i advance “time” to stop dragging on so ??? w/We are both so committed to beginning this phase of my enslavement.

tic, toc, toc !!!

i’d like to share with You all my pigmail, that i addressed to another member, here on this site. for privacy potection, i will not reveal that person’s identity.
my pigmail:
please excuse my unsolicited intrusion into Your domain, but i just had to share with You another of my Owner's and mine, soon to be lived experiences.

remaining with the theory that my Owner plans to purchase an acreage within the next two years, w/We have been talking out plans for yet another adventure together.

my Owner has consented to turning me into an animal for one entire summer season. i will exist as a pig in every sense of the word. i will be corralled in Her yard and left outdoors 24/7. my entire custom made pen will be rather large and completely covered with mud for me to wallow in. off to one side will be a straw area for me to sleep on at night time; which in time will be coated with mud from off my carcass. there will be a lean to providing me with just enough shade from the day's excruciating heat. i will be fully exposed to the elements......sun, rain, hail, and even the local mosquitoes and deer flies that bite big chunks out of the flesh. all of my meals will be dumped into a feeding trough, at the far end of the pen. i must wade through mud that gets progressively deeper and deeper, the closer i crawl on all fours to where the trough s positioned. at the trough, the depth of the mud will leave my entire body buried in mud, with just my neck and head free from it. i must dip my pig head into the trough and eat vegetable scraps, spoiled and bruised apples, as well as other fruits, all blended with a mix of hard pig feed, picked up from the local farmers feed supply house. there will be clean water at first, then dirty water as my head dips into the separate water trough, depositing food scraps and mud from my pig head.

there will be strict rules enforced of expectations by b/Both sides. i will be fitted with a full latex pig head mask, that will be permanently locked onto my own head. i will be completely naked and lowered to my hands and knees. there will be a body harness type restraint locked onto me, one that fully prevents me from raising myself upright. i must crawl about on my hands and knees throughout the entire experience (may/jun/jul/aug/sep). i am to remain at animal height throughout this entire time. i will not be permitted to speak a single word, but must communicate through the use of grunts, squeals, snorts, and oinks. my Owner will call for me during times of feeding by bellowing out suieeeeee, suieeeeee. i will have no use of human facilities (bathroom, sinks, toiletries and the like). the mud yard will serve as my zone to relieve myself and for defecation. My Owner will go about Her day to day routine without giving me so much as a single human thought. to Her i am nothing more than the acreage pig, a foul, dirty and disgusting animal. there will be yard parties and other times when my public humiliation of exposure will be witnessed by all those that come to visit with my Owner.

now this is meant to tie into the ultimate Control from my Owner, or my ultimate surrender, of being buried alive, deep in the ground, up to neck in Her mud pit. already, i am being conditioned to a liquid pig slop, as a steady daily dietary intake, being fed to me while locked up in my Owners steel cage, down the plastic feeding pipe that leads into Her cage. in addition to this, i am already being kept outside of public view and contact, as much as possible, providing a near perfect void of human existence, by long durations of none human interaction. the added transformation from human to animal, as Her yard pig for an entire summer, should further prepare me for the cold reality of being kept in total isolation from the world. i will not be having any dialog, communications such as talking with people, when i am finally banished to Her in ground mud pit, when i am buried alive. by experiencing complete withdrawal from communications; while being transformed into Her yard pig, it is felt that it will better prepare me for the inevitable.

my Owner and i quite agree on one thing, that i am in time, to be transformed into being just an animal, no longer considered as human, but moreover as an animal creature, a pig. again, this sounds very harsh to anyone without the level of bdsm devotion that Her and i share. it is not something that the masses can easily understand and accept. this is what my Owner's vision is for me, and it is something that the b/Both of u/Us crave to the enth degree. w/We do not dance to anyone else's drum beat, but to just o/Our own.

please try to understand, that my Owner and i are not a dime a dozen, run of the mill sort of people. b/Both of u/Us have devoted o/Our entire lives around the bdsm faith. to u/Us it is a way of life, of existence, that signifies everything that a parallel vanilla existence might consider as perfectly normal, for them to be as committed to, in their vanilla values.

i’d like to share with You, my response to an inquiring mind, a member of this site.

with Your permission, may i please respond to Your Mistress mail:

"Is She really going to bury you up to your neck in a mud pit?"

yes......my Owner and i quite agree, that my retirement days will be like no others. i "will be" locked away, deep within Mother Earth (this planet's Ultimate Mistress), buried "alive" up to my neck in mud, until the day i eventually pass away. i have an appointment with my destiny and i must keep that appointment.

it is anticipated that i will spend years and years in total isolation, drenched in complete darkness and solitude, cut apart from society in obscure departure. this is not a punishment, nor any form of disgust towards me. my Owner and i have talked at great length about this event and continue to do so on a regular basis. She views it as Her ultimate display of "Control", and i view it as my ultimate display of "surrender". these are the two single most important ingredients to o/Our very existence in the bdsm faith. Control and surrender !!!

i have spent 44+ years of my life, always as a submissive male pig creature, a sexual masochist, and always craving an ever escalating cure for my addiction into pain and suffer. always raising the bar to more and more severity, perpetual affirmation of my bdsm faith, in my life long worship and commitment to Superior Womenkind.

my Owner has spent 30+ years of Her life, always as a Dominant Superior Woman, a sexual sadist, certainly in touch with Her abundant Power from Her life long quest for the ultimate "Control" over a male pig creature, as with me, feeding Her ever escalating cravings for more and more Control. Her conviction of desire keeps Her bdsm faith pulsing through Her veins.

my Owner is also a sexual nymphomaniac and requires no contact sexually to experience an orgasm. Her life is a curse of endless orgasms with a daily perpetual flood of orgasm after orgasm. special consideration of absorbent paper towels have become Her panties; since it is a steady river of sexual excitement for Her. most Women, whether Superior Women or Those who are in the making of becoming a Superior Woman, can not even begin to imagine Her sexual orgasmic flow.

i exist as a fully functioning eunuch. all of my sexual parts perfectly functioning quite well, craving full erections, desiring the heat of torrid sex with Superior Women's cunts, lusting for orgasms myself, thick, heavy discharge of pig goo. but......with one noticable difference......denied entry !!! my Owner has commanded, that i must permanently wear Her stainless steel chastity cage 24/7 (since 19-may-07). i will never again experience sex with a Superior Woman, or by my own hand jerking off. orgasm control and denial at the hands of my Owner, Madame Victoria Marx. quite an ironic clash......Her experiencing endless orgasms, and me not so much a single moment of pleasure sexually.

w/We constantly talk and laugh at just how my being entombed deep within Mother Earth will unfold. it will happen upon my Owner's decision (next purchase within the next 24 months)to purchase an acreage. i will be ordered to crawl behind Her, naked and on my hands and knees. ahead of me, my Owner, hand in leash, chain clipped to my locked collar. the event will be video taped by one of Her dominant Master or Mistress friends. once i have crawled to the ceremonial tomb, i will be ordered to stand up, my toes hugging the steel rim of a dark hole in the ground. it will be surrounded with a cement collar, and a heavy steel hatch, that will be fully opened and laying on the cement on the opposite side to where i am standing. at a point known only to my Owner, She will walk up behind me, unsnap Her leash, but leave the three inch leather collar locked onto my neck. it will be my Owner's cage collar that She locks me into nightly. i will retain on me all of my Owner's stainless steel jewelry consisting of wrist cuffs, stainless steel neck slave collar, and definitely Her stainless steel chastity cage. the moment will be fully video recorded for loving memory and endless playback in my Owner's bedroom each night. then without further adieu, my Owner will make a profound dictatorial, ending in loud laughter, as She raises Her seven inch spiked boot to my ass. without so much as a single doubt in Her mind, She will give me a powerful shove with Her boot, sending me descending into the black abyss. Her laughter will be an unforgettable melody to my ears, on my journey downward, some fifty feet below.

plunged deep into the liquid silty mud, i will splash down hard and deep all the way up to my neck. my face will no doubt be covered in a thick mud coating, covering my facial features completely. as i look upward, i hear my Owner say, "I condemn Your pathetic body and soul to Mother Earth, for the balance of Your disgusting and pathetic life. I shall revel in your suffering and isolation, as you provide me endless orgasms. I love you MY pig and I now seal you in your tomb for life." with a horrific slamming of the heavy steel hatch reverberating in my ears, Madame Victoria Marx will padlock the hasp and i will begin my journey of isolation and exile until i pass away.

my Owner and i continue to work on the various air and feeding tubes ideas, along with the design of Her concrete, mud pit enclosure. it will have a concrete ledge to crawl uo on and raise myself out of the mud to sleep on. of course the ledge will be buried just below the surface, making sure that i will lay straight out covered up to my neck in mud. there will also a video camcorder installed, with a live camera feed to Her bedroom monitor and for live webcam feed to the internet. i will know that She is laying in Her Queen size bed masturbating to endless orgasms, revelling at Her "Ultimate" Control, laughing Her darling ass off at my "ultimate" surrender. feeding Her lust for my global exposure through live, online web feed access, for others to enjoy.

so yes, Mistress, w/We are very serious at me being buried alive in a mud pit, deep within Mother Earth, the Ultimate Mistress.

plans for future travel of my Owner and i, have been clarified, solidified, carved in stone, so that no mistake can be called foul !!!

last night my Owner informed me, that there may be upcoming travel plans together. two separate occasions of Her determination. this would be the first time traveling to a destination requiring long distance transportation. there is a matter of serious importance......”what to do about my Owner’s stainless steel chastity cage” setting off metal detectors. airports are such a riddled mess of nervous paranoia at best.

there is “no” chance in hell that my Owner will ever release Her pathetic, male creature pigtail from captivity. it was locked up in metal restraint on 19-may-(07) with no mistake, that i shall never again wiggle my Owner’s pigtail freely about unfettered, ever again. so what to do ??? there is no sense of haw, haw at airports and Goddess forbid my Owner’s stainless steel cage be the smoking gun to a foiled terrorist attack (just kidding). travel tickets must be purchased in advance when flying. since there is no haggling over my Owner’s steadfast, iron clad grip of chastity on Her property (Her restrained pigtail), neither from Her, nor from the airport authority (strip search apart), one can not think about the forfeiture of the cost of one slave travel ticket.

the solution......one airplane ticket “first class” for my Owner and as for me, Her kept property......well that is simple enough......one surface “second class” slave ticket. that’s right......while my Owner jets away traveling first class, Her slave will leave days earlier and depart by bus, train, or dog sled, without frills or fanfare, whatever is the cheapest mode of transportation. security on surface travel is considerably more relaxed and one that requires no advance purchase of tickets, one that affords the ability to negotiate a strip search, thus ensuring passage.

there it is then......problem solved !!!

ps: “you’d better be naked and kneeing in the MY hotel room’s closet, when i arrive there. is that clear pig ???”

in this world, regardless be it in the “vanilla” world, or be it in the “bdsm” world, the only two worlds that truly count in life, is the cost of membership. the following invoice is intended to enlighten the reader, upon “my” actual cost for membership, to such a time honoured league of extraordinary aluminises.

cost can take on the appearance of a monetary expense, or anything other than commerce, that has a value depending on the marketplace, or one’s own point of view. here is a detailed and accurate account of what my enrolment cost me, to join those ranks:

invoice (cost) of membership
for
male pig creature......slave norma jean

1. complete and total surrender of “all” my freedom and liberties to roam this earth, a free person, possessed with independent charge of accountability to nobody, for my comings and goings (actions) Value: priceless
2. immediate relocation from my current home, city and familiar surroundings, to those of my Owner, in a city some 300 miles away, in the House of Victoria Value: priceless
3. isolation from and complete removal of contact with all existing friends, regardless of how long those friendships may have existed Value: priceless
4. absolute forfeiture of all my worldly possessions (furniture, collectables, vehicle etc). Value: priceless
5. stripped away from access to cash (bank account, credit cards, present and all future earnings), replaced with becoming penniless, totally dependant upon the mercy of my Owner, a Superior Woman, for food, shelter and clothing Value: priceless
6. orgasm denial for “life” with the immediate wearing of a permanent, 24/7, stainless steel chastity cage no chance ever again for penetrational sex with Superior Women, no chance of enjoying unfettered erections, and certainly no change of ever again rejoicing in ecstasy from an orgasm, the magnitude of such scale is demonstrate with the following example of my former “daily” sexual appetite and relief from jerking off 4-5 times daily; since my enslavement on 19-may-07 to today’s date 05-feb-09 (5 x per day x 627 elapsed days = 3,135). That’s 3,125 “lost” orgasms to date Value: priceless
7. male pig creature comforts with the loss of my king sized bed, and any bed in general; since my imprisonment in the House of Victoria 01-feb-08. i now sleep in my Owner’s steel cage measuring 4’ x 3’ x 3’; which is locked with a padlock each night, kept in the furnace room, in the cold, dark basement, under the stairwell. total confinement hours to date since 01-feb-08 to 04-feb-09 = 2,090 hours + 32 minutes (divided by 24 hours per day) = 87 days, almost 3 months being kept locked up behind bars with continuous 24 hours a day confinement Value: priceless
8. total elimination of my one true leisure habit (heavy drinking of vodka) a 26 ounce bottle per day, at $18.00 per bottle x 365 days Value: $6,570
9. gender theft......disguarding of all male pig creature clothing apparel including jewellery and replacing same with 100% Women apparel, along with the loss of my birth male pig creature name, replaced with that of a Feminine name of slave norma jean Value: priceless
10. nefarious sundry items such as loss of eating solid food (replaced with liquid pig slop, comprised of garbage toss outs), loss of the use of cutlery, plate ware and drinking glasses, replaced by daily dietary intake of pureed liquid pig slop from a funnel attached to my Owner’s steel sleep and discipline cage Value: priceless
11. restricted access to pockets of spare time to relax in leisure comfort, replaced with the role of domestic maid responsible for all mundane housekeeping duties such as laundry, vacuuming, dusting, windows, floors, dishes etc. Value: priceless
12. the ultimate surrender of any and all human characteristics......being viewed as a human, possessing equality with all others, replaced with an escalating spiral downward to eventual realization of becoming an animal......a “pig” Value: utterly and completely “priceless”

so i say to all aspiring candidates of slavery, weigh the “cost of membership” to this time valued tradition, before You enrol, to a lifetime commitment to an irreversible and very rewarding reality, of becoming the next kept male pig creature. slavery may not be for everyone, but for the lucky few like myself, i wish You welcome, my fellow “slaves”.

i was recently contacted by a fellow member that has a profile here on blog.co.uk. i won't mention Her name, as a matter of privacy. She wrote me with a quandry over my choice of word "imprisoned" and also wondered if my Owner new that i was in contact with others using my computer. You know do i have Her permission sort of thing. here is my subeequent reply back to Her. my confinement is very real and something that both my Owner take very serious. thought that others might enjoy the read.

02-feb-09

it was a bit wordy, my response to You Mistress XXXXXXXXX, but something of such importance could not be responded to with a one liner reply.

there is no other word to express my first thought, as i gazed downward, looking upon my Owner’s confined pigtail. “nasty” pure and simple !!! please allow me to digress.

my Owner has secured Her precious, little pigtail into Her stainless steel chastity cage in may/07. it has remained all locked up every since, and it will remain a permanent prisoner to Her commanding orgasm & denial control for life. this is by no means a game for Her and i, but it is a truthful reality. how could one person desire to torture another’s mind and body with a cruel retreat from the other ever again experiencing the joys of an erection, orgasm, or to enter the folds of a Superior Woman’s temple ? why would such torment become the reality and new norm ? why, why, why ?

this story is not so much about the acceptance or understanding of the magnitude of the permanent denial of another’s sexual delight, for the sweet embrace of that loss onto another. no, this story is about something altogether different.

“may i please show You something Madame Victoria Marx. could You please step into the light for a moment ?” that is how this memorable moment began, as i stood before my Owner’s mirror, holding Her pathetic, little pigtail. something that would look best attached to a child and certainly not a man, still though, none the less useless, void of any satisfaction for any “real” Superior Women, to ever enjoy as an instrument of “Her” sexual satisfaction.

there came forth a bellowing mixture of laughter and shocking insults, words meant to cut deep into the lily soft mush of Her properties pig brain. expressions of humiliation emanating from my Owner’s lips, as She gazed down at the barnacle encrusted, filthy little pig snout, the feature point of Her possession. It was corroded in calcium deposits, not only reserved to the stainless steel chastity cage, but surprisingly enough, to the very pig snout itself. how was it possible that barnacles would build up on pig flesh, that was the shocker ? there i was naked, fully exposed before my Owner, my Owner’s pigtail in hand, lifting it upward, so that my Owner could inspect Her property.

i had always kept Her property well maintained so i thought. i mean what with using a discarded eyelash brush, from one of Her emptied containers, that She had tossed into the garbage. i always kept Her pigtail clean, so i thought, as i shower the pig filth off Her property each and every morning. so how did this all happen, and what was i going to do to sanitize the pig snout ?

clr (a calcium deposit removing agent), something that is advertised on the television. something, that is available from any store that sells hardware and home cleaning products. the irony is that the advertisement doesn’t mention anything at all about such an application ??? (note to self......i shall have to write them of this revelation, along with pictures). perhaps we’ll all see my public humiliation on the tube ???

there i was dipping my Owner’s wick (pig snout) into a small cup, standing naked in the bath tub, soaking my Owner’s pig snout in clr. the hideous laughter that spew forth was beyond humiliating to my sows ears, but i deserved some pig rendering from my unkept sanitation.

the moral of this story......a pig is a pig, is a pig, is a pig !!! what self respecting Superior Woman could ever crave a pig snout in Her ? now You see why my Owner treats me as Her pig and makes sure that this little porker never gets to touch a Superior Woman in that manner ever again. as an added touch of heaven joy and comfort for my Owner, She has made sure that i shall never again fall victim to my own vile, filthy and outlandish piggish ways, of jerking off ever again. Her chastity cage is as permanent to this sow’s carcass, as there can be no doubt, that my freedom to rut about, as a free man on this planet, will never again be experienced by this pig. the line has more than been drawn in the sand. i am no longer viewed as being a living “human” being, but now exist as an animal, one that enjoys the celebrated status of “pig”.

spare the pigtail and spoil the bacon. well, certainly that it is the thought, here in the House of Victoria !!!

what keeps our civilization together is not so complex after all. there are certain boundaries or lines, that must be drawn in the sand. boundaries that separate humans from animals, very much like the necessary lines separating Superior Women from neanderthal male pig creatures. the latter are nothing more than vermin or pestilence, things that must be Controlled and put to good use, specifically for the sole benefit and purpose of the Superior species….Womenkind !!!

Control can come in many forms, but for the purposes of this writing, such Control is to be measured out in terms of daily nourishment of the male pig creature. i am a collared, kept and Owned male pig creature to Madame Victoria Marx. truly a Superior Woman in all regards of the word. it is the expressed desire of my Owner, that i become known to others as Her “pig”, nothing more than an animal, non human being. something that is and will forevermore be inferior in all form of measurement. so it should come as no surprise to anyone, that i must also take my daily nourishment in a manner equivalent to that of a pig, and nothing more.

my Owner believes that animals and humans must be kept apart when it comes to dietary intake and the manner in which it is accomplished. humans use plates, glasses, knives and forks. animals (pigs) must consume their nourishment in a liquid format; which for me is administered down the feeding funnel, that is attached to my steel sleeping & discipline cage, or in the form of mush (wet dog food and or squished food groups) ingested from off my Owner's feet and toes. it is Her contention, that i am never to be permitted the right to consume my nourishment like a human does, and i am never permitted to chew my food and use my teeth upon same. for the most part of my existence, i am to drink my nourishment, thus using teeth and chewing a completely redundant process. on rare occasions....my Owner will take me out for rewards like last night to a fish and chip establishment, but this is only as a treat. in order to keep my energy levels up and to maintain good health, i am also permitted to snack on fruit, around the lunch hour, but it must be mushed up and tossed into my metal slave bowl, where upon, i place it on the cold basement floor and lay upon the surface completely naked. i must dive my face into the bowl and consume the food in like manner, like a pig.

You see all of this has a very profound purpose for what lays ahead. all of this is in preparation for me, when i will eventually to be fed from an animal trough, attached to my very own and very real outdoor pig pen. there i must wade out to the deep end of my muddy pen, all the way up to my neck, while on fettered hands and knees. i will be expected to put my head into the trough and slurp up the pig slop. no standing since my arms and legs will be bound together keeping me reduce to height of a farm animal. such a pretty sight i will be too, wearing a full latex pig hood. of course it will be fitted over top of my head and secured by a leather strap and buckle, nicely padlocked into place. this will be my fate all summer long. left outside all day long to wallow around in the mud. this will be coming very soon....likely next year or the year following. my Owner intends to purchase an acreage, so that She can do all sorts of evil things to me.

my Owner and i have an appointment with my destiny. in yet a time not so distant than now, a time known only to my Owner, i shall be deposited alive into the earth, deep in the ground, a locked steel hatch keeping me a prisoner in my Owner’s specially created mud pit, for the balance of my existence. existing as nothing more than a filthy pig to my Owner, i shall bring countless untold orgasms to my Owner, as She revels in the ultimate surrender of my former and once proud functional, totally in command human existence, now transformed to Her vile, revolting, and filthy little “pig”. no longer human, but now a member of the animal Queendome !!!