“knock, knock. well come on in. i’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

my very own fan wishing to meet me. i was all aghast in Girlish delight, for there i was in the presence of Royalty. yes, a rare and beautiful Princess…..Princess Brittney. a world class traveler from a neighboring province, here to share some of Her precious time with my Owner and me, basking in devilish thrills, on a much needed summer vacation.

there She graciously stood, welcoming u/Us into Her domain. fully dressed in Women’s attire. it looks like Her Grace’s trip to visit my Owner, has proven to be more than a simple and superfluous whimsy. just the very day before, my Owner and Princess Brittney, were out shopping for a complete ensemble of Women’s clothes. You see…..the Princess, had She not kissed the frog, wink, wink, nod, nod….would still be prince charming himself. oh to be the fly on the Women’s changing room wall, as this was a Royal secret of Her’s to scandalously bare all, transforming into a beautiful Princess . Her first real venture forth, into the stimulating world of Women’s apparel. warm and inviting pastel colors, a peach blouse, and matching sexy camisole, highlighting Her perky breasts, that were nestled delicately in Her sinfully bashful bra. gorgeous french laced, cream colored, stay up stockings, accenting Her slender legs. a soft, elegant pair of creamy beige, cotton slacks, gracing Her desirous body. such a petite and sexy little jewel She is.

it seems that Princess Brittney is rather mischievous, for it was also Her desire to have Her darling bottom spanked, by my Owner. in actual fact…..it was quite a bit more than a sound spanking She craves, as it soon would prove to bear. with daring interpretation, Princess Brittney specifically requested a canning, Her very first, yet another first amongst firsts. now what good little bad Girl wouldn’t desire such a treat?

quite as a church mouse, at it’s first holy communion, i busied myself as the Royal photographer, snapping pics of Her Grace, in some not so Royal poses, if you get my drift. yes….i’m sure you do. bad Girl, bad Girl….who You going to call ??? hummmm, such a magnificent joy to catch the other side of pretty. after considerable pomp and pageantry, all a gaggle with awh, the pics were snapped and memories were forged. certainly a Royal album of photographs that would leave the pavarottzi soaking wet, in their sexy, italian, leather pants.

too bad national inquirer, for these photographs will remain in the private collection of Princess Brittney.

eat your heart out !!!

off to the bdsm club tonight for another public flogging (in the past tense sense, for this story actually occured on last friday night the 25th of july). what a brain fuck it is, being there.

i mean just think about it, there i am dressed in leather, italian black leather pants, that’s softer than the flesh which holds my Owner’s balls…testicles…sheesh, a black leather jill strap…ok….cod piece…..come on now….jock strap, a scintillating, cheeky red, slutty nylon shell, and a black leather, burly man, muscle zip vest. my pretty painted pig toes are resting, snuggly, in my zipped three quarter kid leather boots.

attentively i fetch my Owner a drink to cool Her from the dry, warm air. all around u/Us are endless morsels of eye candy. Owners and their property in various groupings, chatting it up and having a blast. slaves serving their Owners and Owners ignoring them, while in meaningful conversation with other Superior Goddesses. the room fills with laughter and then it begins to vibrate. next thing i know i am being whisked away to the dungeon for some much needed whipping.

stripped down to my just my jill strap, i am Commanded to assume the position over the padded whipping bench. before i can muster a brain fart, my wrists are shackled down in thick leather restraints and my torso is cinched down extremely tight. something new…..my head is laced into a black leather hood with nothing more than a nostril opening….all others closed over. trussed up, ready for action, now i must quiver in near silence and darkness, as my senses are darkened in blackness. unable to escape my fate, but then again, why would i seek freedom ??? then it begins.

for the next hour and more, my Owner reins Supreme, paddling, strapping, and flogging my ass. one gigantic, continuous river of orgasm for my Owner, as She pounds my flesh, fulfilling Her sadistic pleasures. confession…..i am beside myself, drinking in the background laughter from other club members, as they socialize on both levels of the club. Women in Their element of Control, laughing in between aggressive chatter. silence from Their property, as they serve their Owner’s needs. rhythmic, satanic, evil music tantalizing the brain, perfect flogging music, as my Owner avails Herself to its rapture.

a much needed pause from the steady flogging, my Owner backs away, leaving me secured to the bench, standing bent over, ass trolling in the air. hot crossed buns, steaming in heat from the sound whipping….shocked ooohs and awes from the curious onlookers, with proclamations……”oh Owner….if You ever whipped me as hard as She is doing to Her slave, i’d cry !!!” yes, i dare say. my Owner knows no mercy, no restrain, no limit to Her sadistic thrill from pounding my flesh with all of Her full out might. She is saturated in sweat and coated in Her orgasmic flood of juices.

tap, tap…..poke, poke !!! what’s this i think. wait a minute…..it is the familiar feel of my Owner poking Her joy stick, black monster, cock, dildo, against my eager cunt. i can’t believe my senses. my Owner has decided to publicly fuck me, right there in the open for any and all others to witness. oh my good Goddess. i am going to be publically fucked, my greatest dream come true. how i have craved for such humiliation, to have my cunt taken with no care or worry for my privacy. to be fucked without dignity…..yesssss, thank You Madame Victoria Marx, thank You !!!!

Her black Bitch is a torrid eight inches of pure milking delight. with no warning, my Owner sides Her curved banana dick deep into my cunt, stripping away any dignity i may have had. stroked and milked, squirting cum into my jill piece i was not so gently fucked by my Owner. i was ridden hard and put away soaking wet, dripping excess milk from the jill piece, down onto the floor. like a rodeo pig i was used and abused for my Owner’s delight. a nice savage, public fucking, right there in the open, there for all to witness.

“ Shut the fuck up and enjoy the ride pig !!! “

this was a weekend that started off on friday evening with pizzazz and ended on sunday with a star burst of colorful lights. please let me drool on.

friday night i was taken to my Owner's local private members bdsm club for a good whipping. almost immediately upon o/Our arrival, my Owner leading me in with chain leash attached to my collar into the club, i was led to the large wooden cross and shackled to it. naked with the exception of my black leather jill strap, or cod piece.....You know jock strap...sheesh. my Owner was greeted by the club Owner and was given a pleasant surprise of being presented with four customer made floggers. a try them out to see which one is a must have sort of thing. my buttock was given a much heated warm up from my Owner's new silver studded, black leather paddle and then the real pleasure began. i was flogged with all four of the trial floggers along with my Owner's private collection of floggers and straps. ecstasy was in the air, and i don't mean the pill form. although ecstasy was the right pill for me in my more uncontrolled past. no, i mean the exhilaration form of ecstasy this time, for both myself and my Owner. after spending several hours there, both with me shackled to the cross and in the socializing rooms, w/We departed for home, back to the House of Victoria.

"get naked and make yourself ready for the cage", were the orders from my Owner. it was 12:30 am and time to sequester me to my Owner's locked steel cage. She felt very generous with my confinement and quickly informed me that it would be a weekend of pure pleasure for the both of u/Us. how true this is.

for the next 33 hours, i was left a prisoner of Her locked steel cage. the cage cover insured complete darkness, not to mention the much needed retention of body heat for my incarceration. i was permitted to wear a slippery, blue nightie, but that was all. there i lay in a locked steel cage all cramped up in a space measuring 4 feet x 3 feet x 3 1/2 feet high. basically a twelve square foot or 36 cubic foot space. this is "pardon the pun" no small feat, considering i stand six foot, one inch tall and weigh nearly 200 lbs.

come feeding time, two times a day, i was fed through an elaborate plastic pipe assembly that wove through the cage bars. the cover was left on, so as not to allow either of u/Us to glance upon the other. there in the pitch dark of blackness, my Owner poured small amounts of liquid slave soup (read my other blog postings for the recipe of filth) followed with clear water to wash the filth into my stomach. after each gulp, i rendered my praise and worship to my Owner, with a "thank You Owner" comment up the pipe. when She was done with my nocturnal style feeding, She exited the room, leaving me in the cold, dark basement, under the stairwell, nicely locked away and ignored. other than my feeding times, i was completely ignored by my Owner, as if i didn't matter, nor exist. i could hear Her leave the House of Victoria for places unknown, as She zoomed off in the car leaving me to my own worries.

finally i was released to accompany my Owner for a much needed foot massage on sunday. something of a nightly venue, but one missed friday and saturday nights. after all.....it is all about Her and nothing about me !!!

Madame Victoria Marx Owned, Collared & Kept Property,

slave norma jean (the cunt !!!)

(view my Owner at: www.bdsm-life.com/SadistVictoria)
(view my video clips at: www.youtube.com/slavenormajean)
(view my blog at: www.slave2Victoria.blog.co.uk)
(view my pictures at: www.slave2Victoria.blog.co.uk)
(my pigmail address: norm957@gmail.com

there comes a time in everyone’s life………when the news they receive, is as if, it were sent on the wings of an Angel. well such a moment has arrived in this slut’s life time. yesterday i received a Command of marriage from my Owner. yes, You heard it right. my Owner has Commanded that Her and i are to be wed…..”bdsm community style”….on 19-may-09. this date holds particularly importance, for it is the very day and month when, on the 19th of may 2007, my Owner collared me and made me Her possession. the very day that i entered into slavery as my Owner’s property, chattel, kept pig. now i am about to crawl my way into permanent slavery, complete with the casting off of my own last name at birth, in favor of the honor, of being renamed with my Owner’s last name. hopefully the event will hold even greater surprise, with the regenderizing of my first name, to that of “norma jean”, tossing my male pig creature name of norman to the trash heap, once and for all.

how i have longed all of my life to be recognized for what i am……a slave, and especially one in the service and Ownership of a Superior Woman. they say if You are fortunate to live long enough, You will experience all that life has to offer. on that note….yes, I have an appointment with my own destiny, a moment of greatness, when i’m going to realize my finest expectation of glory. i will become my Owner’s living, breathing, slave, dedicating all that i am and ever will be, to Her. henceforth, i shall forevermore, become second in stature, respecting my Owner’s commanding, authoritative, head of the family role, being that of my Supreme Owner. this is a glorious moment in my life. one that humbles me to my knees, in deepest gratitude, joy and love of my Owner, Madame Victoria Marx.

…….. thank You, and……” i do “….take Your hand in holy wedlock, to honor, worship and obey all the days of my enslaved life !!! ……

shangri-la.....a place where time stops and living begins. an escape from the frantic insanity of our daily existence, where pain is met with pain, agony is met with agony and all joy and happiness are plowed under from the stress and torment, that can only come from working for the man, the government, anyone else, other than our "true" authoritative Owner, and for me that could only be....Madame Victoria Marx.

shangri-la is much more than the daily rewards of a sound thrashing from my Owner's flogging. an exotic reprieve from the ravages of domestic maid duty. a heavenly place of sanctuary, where there are no locks, no pain, no suffering. a decadent place where ebb meets flow and joy meets pleasure. a peaceful place of harmony that soothes all your senses at the same time.

i once had a favorite forest retreat, very private and all. i'd remove all of my clothes and just stand there, drinking in the peace and quite. well, not total quiet. plenty of humming and activity from all the mosquitoes and deer flies. i remember remarking...."come and get it Girls. feed off the smorgasbord of my life. come take a pint of my hot, red blood and feed Your babies." then after an hour of offering my flesh and blood to the insects, i'd take a dip in the thick, mud pit left behind from the decades of dwindling flow of water, from the nearby creek, that i had discovered in the forest. how i loved to wallow around in the thick silty mud for hours. then i'd bask in the hot, beaming rays of the sun, just a turtle might do, as the rays cascaded down into the forest from the open canopy. there i'd scrap off the drying mud away from my body, before getting dressed. those were the most peaceful hours of my life. how i miss them.

i moved down to my Owner's home, some 300 kilometers away from my personal shangri-la. She has informed me that w/We will need to ferret out a similar location in the forested areas around here. She will leave me all tied up to the trees, naked for hours, as the insects feast upon my exposed flesh, feeding Their babies with my blood; while She departs for more civilized pleasures at Her hair salon. She will bath in warm and inviting attention from the attendants for hours. upon Her departure to collect me, a rich hypnotic scent from the chemicals of the hair products, will fill the air, luring any unsuspecting male creatures, leaving them helpless, a drooling puddle of pathetic desire, wishing to serve and obey my Goddess. She is a wonderful sadist and how She feeds my masochistic pleasures. hopefully there will also be a mud pit close by for me to wallow about in.

hard to take the "pig" out of the male pig !!!

Madame Victoria Marx Owned Property

(personal pigmail address for slave norma jean (norm957@gmail.com)
(view my clips at: www.youtube.com/slavenormajean)
(view me at: www.bdsm-life.com/slave2Victoria)
(view my Owner at: www.bdsm-life.com/SadistVictoria)

i am honored to be blessed with my Owner's undivided attention !!!

my Owner was feeling restless and up for some action, at the private members only bdsm club. fortunately, She met the challenge of what to do with commanding brilliance. it had been awhile since o/Our last visit to the club and my Owner felt that a public flogging would qualm Her Sadistic thirst, for seeing me writhing in pain.

no time was wasted with frivolities. no need to encourage idle chatter from the other club patrons. Madame Victoria Marx had but one commanding urge to fulfill and that was nothing short of a sound thrashing of Her property. it is not like that i lipped back to Her, or that i disappointed Her in any manner of poorly preformed domestic duties. no, it was a clear matter of selfish delight. She wanted to see me squirming as She whipped my ass, bringing Her tantalizing relief, pleasure and orgasmic joy. She had been down a pint of pain, after having to divert Her time to other pressing matters this past week. now it was Her time to revitalize Herself, and i was the perfect target for Her relief.

strapped down over top of the padded leather whipping bench, wrists secured to the d-rings, arms criss crossed for added visual effects, there i was, "balls naked and butt ready" for my Owners torturous pleasure. generally a good warm up period of fifteen or twenty minutes preceded the sadistic beating that would follow, but this time my Owner had found a way to speed up the process. She had acquired a nice firm leather paddle to stimulate and prepare my ass checks faster. the blood pooled up just under the surface of my flesh much faster, than with other warm ups of the past. in ten minutes time i was being severally beaten, much to my Owner's delight. the sounds of my flesh being hammered from Her paddle and whips reverberated throughout the room, and all the way down into the club socializing area. there i was, bound helplessly to the whipping bench, listening to the sounds of chatter and laughter from the other patrons, as i lay there being pounded on, satisfying my Owner's carnal lust for my suffering. others feared to venture too close to Her, as She delivered a stellar performance of savage whipping. praise on Her whipping style by other patrons, and wincing looks from others, my Owner indulged to gluttonous delight, Her juices flowing with orgasmic rush.

the spot lights reflected upon my Owner and my fully exposed ass, raising the temperature significantly. my Owner drenched in the joys of Her physical exertion, She succumb to periodic smoke breaks, leaving me unattended, there to nurse the raised welts that marred my formerly, lily white ass. a promise was made to bring Her bullwhip next week for Her added enjoyment. yes, that's right. w/We are making a return trip to the club next friday. it is a night catering to the more severe, serious members. this will be a night to remember for sure and certain one that should leave me ass dripping with release of my blood.

Goddess, how i too, love the bullwhip !!!

life is grand and so rewarding, if one can just stop and lick up the drool that is. today, while dinning on my slave soup, lying naked on my Owner's the cold basement floor, i felt a nice ooze of pre-cum drizzle out from the eye of Her peanut. i knew what it was and i couldn’t finish my slave soup fast enough. yup…..i was right. i had a nice puddle of pre-cum drool from Her beast, chilling on the concrete floor. a slippery desert, fit for a male pig creature such as myself. within in nano seconds, i had my tongue pressed to the cold concrete and with a couple of choice licks; i slurped my goo into my eager mouth. what a splendid taste and texture, feeling it slip down off the back of my tongue and drizzle down my throat, craving more. slippery and salty snack, leaving me craving for so much more. it has been weeks since my last unexpected treat of cum, licking the bowl clean from my Owner's session with one of Her toys. please Owner, please, whore me out for blow jobs. please take me to the gay steam bath house and pimp me out for blow jobs, please.

say…..brain cell flash…..the ground has thawed and birds are feasting on the fresh abundance of worms and insects. that reminds me….it is time to make my annual trek to the local bait store for several dozen live worms. how both my Owner and i enjoy Her rewarding me with live worms. the trick is not to be so damn needy and aggravate my Owner with my gluttonous craving for them. i do hope that my Owner begins Her annual feeding of worms to me soon. outside of being fed live maggots, worms and maggots are the only two food groups that i don’t mind eating live. now why do i crave such vile creatures ??? i suppose that i will have plenty of time to ponder that bewilderment, when i am permanently interned neck deep, locked into my Owner’s mud pit, for the balance of my existence, once She has tired of having me around in person. i sure hope that a trip to the live bait store is among my Owner’s visits over this weekend….please, please, please. what a whiny little bitch i am.

“Happy Anniversary pig. Enjoy your meal !!!”

what an unexpected and delightful surprise, to find that my Owner prepared a special “anniversary lunch” for me today. generally i must dine on slave soup, a foul concoction, mostly consisting of revolting ingredients, collected from the garbage holder (coffee grinds, egg shells, dated, spoiled, or freezer burnt food, chopped ends and bruised parts of vegetables) and if i’m really lucky, scrapings off my Owner’s dinner plate.

yes, today was special. not by the fact that my Owner was feeding me my slave lunch from Her pink, steel, slave bowl, the one that i must consume all of my meals from, but moreover, because She prepared a “chewing” meal for my mandibles to gnarl into. generally all of my meals are slave soup, purely liquefied, requiring no chewing whatsoever.

my eyes bugged out of my head as i starred down a full, right to the brim, slave bowl of ……. canned corned beef, diced potatoes, garlic spiced mush. awe but wait…..the special ingredient…….my Owner’s nectar. Her rich, salty fluids splashed into the bowl along with the other ingredients, thus bringing the meal together in a most palatable consistency. a meal fit for a male creature pig.

not one spec, not one morsel of heavenly reward was left behind. with teeth nashing away, i scooped up my Owner’s offerings into my mouth, elated that at least once a year, i am permitted to “chew” my food, like Superior, Feminine Owners do. a day to remember and cherish. certainly one that warms my heart with happiness, knowing that i exist as Her property, possession, and chattel.

thank You Madame Victoria Marx
slave norma jean

life is not always a hard pill to swallow.

now that my Owner has plucked me from the pond scum of edmonton, alberta, canada, a year ago april/07, life couldn’t be more spectacular for either one of u/Us. i was Commanded to reside in the House of Victoria on 01-february-08. i had to surrender my home of 5 years, all of my physical assets comprising of furniture and vehicle, bank account, credit cards, present and future earnings, disconnect from all of my friends and suffer untold mental and physical stress from my Owner’s Control and Denial of me never again experiencing sexual orgasms, erections, or penetrational sex.

i am permitted to live the balance of this life in the manner i was created for. none other than that of a “slave” 24/7. i never see beyond the front door of my Owner’s home, nor am i to encourage physical visitation from past friends and most certainly, no establishing any new ones other than cyber friends. it is very comforting living with the knowledge that i am Owned and live as a kept pig, a chattel, possession, just another thing that my Owner has added to Her private collection. fully chastised in a permanently locked, stainless steel device 24/7, and one that will never be removed so long as i am alive.

aside from my expected daily service to my Owner, that i must deliver each and every day, from the very moment of my release from my Owner’s locked steel, sleeping cage, to when i am returned each and every night, i exist solely to serve, worship, obey and toil away at my Owner’s delight. She has removed me from my drab life as a “vanilinite” entity, and transformed me into Her vision She had for me, and into Her prized possession. fully feminized, no longer existing in identity as a male creature. complete identity theft (in name) and total transformation (100% Women’s apparel) into Her slut, slave norma jean. public humiliation titillates Her senses and mine, as i am paraded among the odd looking vanilla masses in shopping malls, tethered to a short leash, w/We walk hand in leash together. a movie coming soon to a theatre near You.

i no longer exist as just another chauvinistic male creature…male pig….no, not by any means. now i exist as a kept slave to my Owner, Madame Victoria Marx. what goes on in the House of Victoria is nothing different from all other households of great distinction, wherever Women of Supreme Intellect and Prominence Rule. i am used and abused to my Owners satisfaction, in all the manners or ways that duly accustom any Mistress and Her property. all of Her worldly pleasures are stimulated and restimulated, culminating in Her joyous excitement of unlimited orgasms. Her sadistic thrills are endless, and the torture sinister, worthy of the underworld’s creation. life without pain is nothing more than a day without stress…boring and unimaginative. torn, ripped and branded flesh, bondage in rope, leather and steel, whips, paddles, canes the like, nothing is denied and everything is expelled upon this willing piece of shit.

as i sup upon my daily slave soup rations, laying naked upon my Owner’s cold, concrete, basement floor, i reflect with great happiness at what has become me. throw away the placebo and toss me the hard pill to swallow, for it fires up my soul with untold happiness. thank You my Owner for plucking me from the pond scum of my terminal existence up in edmonton. it is a great honor to serve and worship Your Magnificence !!!

happy “first” year anniversary Madame Victoria Marx.

Madame Victoria Marx Owned Property (SadistVictoria),

slave norma jean

not everyday needs to slip by without notice. you see, sunday is my reward day, for being attentive all week long to my Owner’s complete needs and demands. more about the reward in dieu course, but for now, a plethora of pleasures bestowed upon me by my Owner.

this week was exactly as all others.

regular nightly two hour long, evening foot massages, to my Owner’s very tired feet. A demand for service that extends all week long, culminating with added delights of a full body massage every wednesday and sunday mornings. an opportunity to soothe away the stress and pent up anger and rage from my Owner having to deal with moronic, male creatures, all week long. exotic, tantalizing music of my Owner’s pleasure wafting thru the air, melodic melodies sifting by Her restful ears, numbing Her senses with tranquility, as Her slave busies herself as Madame’s masseuse.

a week of servitude as my Owners domestic maid. every aspect of daily living now the responsibility of mine…..dishes, preparation of coffee, emptying of ashtrays and licking them clean, laundry, vacuuming, dusting, scrubbing all three bathroom floors and fixtures, emptying and removal of all garbage containers in the House of Victoria, along with the collecting and removal of any feces from the outside yard, left by my Owners prized Princess. everything that permits my Owner to escape the misery of such mundane tasks to lesser, inferior male creatures, thus expanding Her personal pleasures, allowing for a more productive use of my Owners valuable time.

a dutiful, most pathetic pig, laying fully exposed and naked before my Owner, a willing body bathed in submission, ready to receive Her whips. an hour or more passes with no real account of the time. my Owner delighting in the pattern She is venting upon my torn and tortured flesh. silky sighs of orgasmic rejoice seeping from my Owner’s jewel, as Her relentless thrusts of savage whipping descends downward across my back and bottom. She is enjoying Herself so much so, that words need not be expressed aloud. the ritual fucking afterwards of my cunt, by my Owner’s strapon, a rightful testament to my subservience and loyalty of Her Superiority. how i am savagely raped, until Her passion for Dominance is complete.

special food for the slave’s daily dietary intake must always be prepared by the slave itself. it is arduous and taxing enough upon my Owner contributing Her table scrapes, from meals unfinished all week long. now it is i that must brew my following weeks meals:

slave soup

ingredients:

two filter bags of coffee grinds, one retrieved from the garbage container under the sink, the other from the carafe2 two heaping tablespoons of crushed garlic2 cups of rolled oatstwo huge baking potatoes with skins left onone chunk of oven roasted pork loinone large freezer bag consisting of vegetables, names i can't pronounce or spell, the guts (seeds & pulp) of red and yellow peppers, 4 crushed egg shells, freezer burnt left overs of rice and beans, left over east indian vinda lou, burn your stomach out spice ?, two garbage retrieved poached egg whites, salmon left overs from my Owner, any other miscellaneous table scrap items in the bag of potato peelings, damaged lettuce leaves and bruised vegetable ends.one green appleone orange12 cups of water1 cup of white sugarcigarette ash collected from my Owner’s cigarettes

Preparation:

in a very large pot, toss everything in it and bring to a boil. then, reduce the heat to simmer, and let cook for an hour and a half. with all the ingredients left in the pot, use an electric wand to puree everything into a fine soup for consumption later on. this should produce about 9 servings of 5 ladled soup into plastic containers. place them into the refrigerator for consumption later on over the days following. each day, remove two plastic containers. microwave them warm then pour each one separately into a small pot and add and additional one and half cups of water. this will then produce four separate meals in just the right serving portions for the slave to consume over the day, leaving one serving for the next morning. remember….three meals of slave soup each and every day. as an added pleasure…don’t forget to sprinkle a generous portion of collected cigarette ash (harvested from Your Owner’s ash trays and saved in a metal container) over top of the soup.

Note:

the ingredients will change each time the batch of slave soup is made depending what table scraps are in the collected freezer bag, from the previous time you made a batch of mouth watering slave soup !!! the preparation procedure will remain the same. yes….. it has been a full week of service and worship to my Owner.

now i am to experience my earned reward. i am taken out to a local restaurant….”joey’s only” for a feast of fish and chips, followed by a wedge of lemon meringue pie.

not to worry……next week starts tomorrow and it will be back to a steady diet of the same service and worship of my Owner, three meals per day of slave soup and if i’m lucky, having satisfied my Owner’s Demands all week long, perhaps another reward next sunday !!!

what is it that drives certain male creatures into complete and total destruction ? i am talking about something that is very near and very dear to my heart. perhaps heart is the wrong organ to reference in this case. it is more like, my Owner's "little peanut", that She keeps locked away for life, in Her stainless steel chastity pig tail device.

just like a moth headed for certain barbeque in the bug zapper, i fly right into harms reach everytime, when it comes to soliciting my Owner's consent. you see......last night i was rewarded with a my incessant begging Madame Victoria Marx, earlier on in the day time, to please consider making me suffer untold agony, in wanton desire for an erection and orgasm. last night as my Owner tucked me away in Her locked steel cage at bedtime, She feed me a blue viagra pill, a little something to dream on....." nasty little bugger it was !!! "

there i was, locked away for the night in my Owner's steel cage, left in the pitch blackness of my Owners locked furnace room, deep in Her cold basement. alone with my thoughts as i lay in Her locked steel cage for the night. with just one thought running around in my pea brain.....erection and orgasm, i was in for a very long painful night. sexual pleasure.....something completely out of the question; since i had been forbidden any such joys for life. You see, i have been wearing my Owner's stainless steel chastity cage for ten months now, with a "lifetime" sentence for continuance of the same abuse. never again to experience a full, unfettered erection, never again shooting Her cum out of Her little peanut, and never again being permitted to penetrate a Superior Woman ever again.

so there i lay, feeling my Owner's little peanut, or "want to be" python, beginning to stir in the stainless steel chastity cage. as it strained to extend itself into a full blown erection (right), how about cracked open peanut shell.....anyway, there i was feeling myself being taken over by the little head. tortured with an immense restricted pressure, against the stainless steel chastity cage bars, the little peanut fully engorged with hot, burning blood of desire, i silently screamed in frustration. my Owner's balls and entire ball sack were swollen to a hideous size with trapped fluids. i knew from all account that they were a deep color of purple. how i ached to feel a full erection followed by a slippery splash of hot, burning cum from my Owner's little peanut. that "did not" happen. i had to lay there in total darkness rolling around in pain, as i brought my busy scrawny fingers to the package, tugging on the ball sack, trying to releave the pressure of the skin wedged tight against the stainless steel back ring and cage ring of the device.

all night long there was wave upon wave of relentlace suffering. as hours flew by with me struggling in immense agony. somewhere throughout the night, i was able catch a few, much needed hours of sleep, all crumpled up in my Owner's double set of steel cages. but wait.....morning breaks and oh no......"bloody hell".....not again !!! the little peanut stirs and begins it struggle for freedom once more.

fuck !!!!!!!

there is something good to be said about surrendering ones freedom and liberty, especially to your Owner. i mean, everyone in the united states of america lives by the credo...." that everyone has the right to pursue happiness, freedom and liberty and that it will be protected by the state ". even in canada we share those beliefs, although they are not as clearly defined, but do form our constitutional rights. yet here i am, a crazy canuk, that has completely surrendered mine forevermore to my Owner.

i live in a fully protected state by my Owner, clearly defined when it comes to my daily dietary intake (slave soup 24/7 for all three meals each day + room temperature water), orgasm & erection control (never permitted to experience an orgasm nor a fully extended erection because of my Owner's stainless steel chastity device, worn 24/7), gender identity theft dressed 100% in Women's clothing (both indoors and outdoors, never referred to by my male creature name, but by slave norma jean, or cunt), loss of a vehicle curtailing my mobility (complete surrendering of my formerly owned vehicle to my Owner for Her personal use), loss of my bank account and credit cards (now the sole property of my Owner to use at Her will, spending my pay cheques as they are earned, keeping me penniless), enslaved as my Owner's domestic maid (maintaining the House of Victoria in every capacity), on call 24/7 for full body massage (certainly a nightly experience of massaging my Owner's feet and weekend Command for full body lotion rub), being raped and abused by my Owner (kept in a state of 24/7 readiness to accept my Owner's strap on, and experience upon Command full physical bondage and discipline from the use of whips, straps, canes), supplying my Owner with countless orgasms using my tongue, fingers or Her reveling in sheer joy generated from my being completed sequestered and dominated (there for Her orgasms at the denial of mine), locked up in my Owner's steel cage for a minimum eight hours nightly (in a bitch cage measuring 3 1/2 ' x 3 1/2 ' x 4 1/2 '), never leaving the House of Victoria ever (unless accompanied by my Owner), ordered to drink other male creatures cum (an added treat and something i eager slurp down).

i was created as slave, right from birth, and i have been blessed with the clear understanding that i must serve Women, paving the way for Them to enjoy a much fuller life, free from life's relentless stress. i am Their living slave, Their doormate, Their male creature of burden, Their's to capitalize on by taking my earnings, spending it all on Them and the maintenance of Their home. it really is all about Them, the Mistresses, the Dommes, the Owners, and absolutely nothing about us pathetic male creatures. i view myself as being one of the lucky pigs. one that doesn't have to worry about being left outside in the rain and cold, one that doesn't have to go starving each day from lack of food, one that is fully appreciated by being among the "kept" crowd. i have a home to maintain, the House of Victoria where i am kept inside warm and dry, i eat three meals each and every day of slave soup and have plenty of water to drink, i am loved each day by my Owner, from the three morning kisses to each check of Her ass, throughout the day with the demanding responsibility of maintaining full domestic duties within the House of Victoria, to the three evening kisses to each check of Her ass before i am locked away in my steel cage.

so i say once again, where is the down side to captivity ???

"excitement abounds in the oceans alive". step aside marlin perkins, for the untold excitement right here at home, in my Owner's ocean of pain.

easter weekend in this neck of the woods generally involves all would be, future felons, ok, our precious little bundles of joy, alright then......our brats, aka children, hunting for pretty color wrapped chocolate candy......easter eggs to be more specific. but for this over grown, delinquent brat, cunt norma jean, she is going to bath in untold rivers of orgasm. not really what You might think, and not to worry, i will elaborate for the unimaginative.

my Owner and i are off on a long weekend jaunt to the mountains, to lavish o/Ourselves in decadence. three fabulous days of torture, surrounded by mountain peaks, amongst the trees and all it's timid forest creatures, thumper, bambie, the three little bears, and the like. of course resident evil, my Owner, will be strutting Herself in vivacious exotic bdsm gear, knee deep in rope and leather restraints, the clang of rattling steel chain, flexing Her bamboo canes and snapping Her bullwhips, reeking all sorts of fear out of Her helpless little orchid, slut norma jean.

not all pleasures will be those of pain and suffering though. i am told that my tantalizing, ever ready, and eager to please cunt, will be raped repeatedly throughout o/Our entire escape from this demension of reality. my Owner lusts to ram Her black stallion into Her property and hear me begging for more. fuck me Owner, please fuck me. harder, deeper, more !!! by the time my Owner is done raping me over and over again, She will be drenched in rivers of Her own cum. as for me.....let's just say that i should be able to whistle down the wind from the cavern of my fully reamed cunt. any orgasm i'm to experience will be sharing my Owner's orgasm, as She rams my face into Her pussy, as i hunt for red october with my tongue !!!

time for a smoke and reflection, as my Owner pulls Herself together. laying naked, bound to Her alter, Madame Victoria Marx leans over my torso......."Now let's see......ah yes here it is"......as She extinquishes Her first of many, many, many, delightful cigarettes on my midriff. letter by two inch letter, a word begins to take shape, as my Owner scars my flesh with one single permanent word......."CUNT". a souvenir of o/Our easter adventure.

excitement abounds in the oceans of pain !!!

is there a doctor in the house ? make that a psychiatrist if You please !!!

some thoughts should be experienced only and never spoken about, don't You think ? i was just served an idea by my Owner that sent shivers of delight down my spine, while at the same time, gave me cause for worry. male creatures have often said, "if i could give myself a blow job and fuck myself up my own ass, i'd stay home and never leave." well the potential of that very idea almost came to fruition yesterday.

my Owner, a very resourceful person, announced to me in a laughing tone, that She'd love to cut my cock off, have it stretched over a latex mold, with increased dimensions of course. of course there would have to be a squirt bulb accessory, to ensure the ultimate of pleasures, a raging orgasm on command. then She'd love to keep me on the brink of insanity, as if i'm not already there, by the use of tight rope bondage to my balls. You see, my Owner wants me to suffer the pangs of wants, cravings, lust at unfulfilled orgasms. She'd leave my balls still attached to my body in order to heighten my pathetic cravings for an orgasm, yet at the same time not be able to enjoy any such experience, not without a cock. but hold on, Her Sadistic evilness has only just begun.

"Tell me slave, wouldn't you just love getting a blow job or having sex again? How long has it been anyway since your last one....what almost a year.....awe !!!! Right now that is impossible; since I have you locked up in a stainless steel chastity device 24/7. But just think of it, I could cut off your cock and feed it to your piece of shit mouth, ordering you to give yourself a blow job and to swallow your cum. then I could rape Your little cunt with your own cock until I cum. you could give yourself a blow job, or I could fuck you with your own cock any time I want. Now wouldn't that be cool bitch?"

hold the phone, i'd love that. what, what kind of sicko am i ? so who says that keeping Your property locked up in a stainless steel chastity device doesn't have some serious side effects ????

there is something gratifying about scrapping the dinner plates of table scraps left by my Owner, after each meal, into a freezer bag. You see....we are talking about the very fixings of my slave soup. the very essence of my daily existence. please, let me explain.

my Owner and i have a clear understanding that i shall not go to my nightly steel cage hungry (well not so really....excluding punishment). w/We also agree that i shall never dine at the same dinner table as my Owner, nor shall i consume my meals from a proper plate, using cutlery. all of my evening meals and all others, whenever my Owner is present, are consumed from my steel slave bowl, while laying naked on the cold, concrete, basement floor, in the dark. so what am i fed nightly ????

first let me share with You one of o/Our daily rituals. each night, after every meal consumed by my Owner, when She is present, i remove Her setting from the dinning room table. i am expected to scrape any table scrapes into the freezer bag for later use. along with those offerings are all the bruised, or icky food scrapes, that would normally fill a garbage bag. everything is collected in a plastic freezer bag for preparation of my slave soup. what a strange concoction it is too. it is most foul and surely something that any sane person would never put over their lips. You see....each batch is completely unique from the last; since it is a compilation of a week or more garbage. carrot tops, egg shells, green, yellow and red pepper tops and their seeds, apple cores, damaged lettuce leaves, table scraps of potatoes, garlic bread, meat from soup bones, pasta of various types, salmon skins, well.....You get the point. everything that would end up in the garbage from food preparation, to finished meals, all saved for later boiling of slave soup.

everything is dumped into a large pot and boiled into a foul looking and equally foul tasting soup. a mixture of unthinkables, all collected and rendered down to slave soup. of course there are special spices added to the mix, such as several tablespoons of crushed garlic, onion tops and bottoms and the outer skins, and a generous tablespoon of cigarette ash. yes i said cigarette ash. after my Owner extinquishes Her cigarettes, i collect them up and put them into a metal container. later, when the container is full, i harvest the black ash from straining the cigarette butts through a sive. the butts are tossed out and the black ash is kept for spicing up all of my meals, not just in my soup, but on the surface of any and all of my food, just as one might apply ground pepper over their food. my Owner thinks of my enjoyment and love of food, with this special outburst of kindness. i am allowed to pick off the meat from the boiled bones, ensuring that nothing is wasted.

no, not yet little piggies !!! there is still one more step in the final preparation of my slave soup. after the brew has cooled down completely, my Owner then inserts an electric stir wand into the vile looking pot of soup. it is further reduced to a liquified gruel. pasty in texture and something that blends all the ingredients into a disgusting sludge of uni color and uni undescribable taste of rankness. two cups are poured into my steel slave bowl and i must follow my Owner to the bowels of the basement. i am hungry from all my labours and i do not wish to retire to my steel cage hungry at the end of the day. i am eager to bury my face in the slop and drink my gruel in gratitude.

there in complete silence, i lay naked upon the cold concrete floor in darkness, consuming my slave soup, served to me cool , or at room temperature, all the while reflecting on just how lucky i am to be Owned by Madame Victoria Marx !!!

i suppose that just like art......"beauty is in the eye of the beholder", so too is the experience.... taste. what's that You might say ? how can one make that claim. ok then, i will explain.

before i became a "kept pig" to my Owner, SadistVictoria, She had prepared me for my eventual arrival to Her Dominion. i was to be trained for several months leading up to my arrival and permanent sequestering in the House of Victoria. i am talking about my daily dietary intake. up until my being collared and made a possession of my Owner, i had a pitful, bachelor male creature existence. there was no end to my alcohol induced, near zombie abuse and a pathetic daily dietary food nourishment of crappy food. oh, and the salt content that i heaped over top of my food rivelled that of the winter roads maintenance crews. all of this came to an abrupt halt at the Orders of my Owner. cold turkey i stopped all alcohol and salt use, began to consume three balanced nutritious meals each day and added a morning and night, daily home exercise program to my life. well in no time at all i was loosing weight, shrank down my clothing size three sizes, became more alert and full of energy. now i am the exact product of what my Owner desires.

here is the fantastic part......throughout this transitional period, i consumed all of my food from my metal slave bowl, while naked, laying on the kitchen floor of my home. there was a hidden purpose to eating my food in this manner. it was to have me fully conditioned for my arrival into the House of Victoria, as i am now kept. You see, i am not permitted to dine at the table with my Owner. only She enjoys that priveledge. no, no, for me, i am taken downstairs to the basement, along with my food in my metal slave bowl, all diced up in chunks. it is there that i must remove all of my Women's clothes, and lay naked upon the cold concrete floor of Her basement floor. the bowl is placed before me and my Owner then turns away from me without so much as a single word, switching the lights off and closing the door behind Her, locking the door shut. i am left to consume my food from my metal slave bowl, laying naked on the cold concrete of the basement floor, in the pitch black darkness of the room. i must bury my face into the food and and narl away at my meager offerings, and be grateful for each and every meal my Owner serves me.

You see.......that's the way it is. anything more, and You spoil the slave !!!

now there was this one time (thank Goddess for it being only once) when dog food was fed to me from off my Owners toes. how i shudder at that entire experience.....yikes !!!

i suppose that just like art......"beauty is in the eye of the beholder", so too is the experience.... taste. what's that You might say ? how can one make that claim. ok then, i will explain.

before i became a "kept pig" to my Owner, SadistVictora, She had prepared me for my eventual arrival to Her Dominion. i was to be trained for several months leading up to my arrival and permanent sequestering in the House of Victoria. i am talking about my daily dietary intake. up until my being collared and made a possession of my Owner, i had a pitful, bachelor male creature existence. there was no end to my alcohol induced, near zombie abuse and a pathetic daily dietary food nourishment of crappy food. oh, and the salt content that i heaped over top of my food rivelled that of the winter roads maintenance crews. all of this came to an abrupt halt at the Orders of my Owner. cold turkey i stopped all alcohol and salt use, began to consume three balanced nutritious meals each day and added a morning and night, daily home exercise program to my life. well in no time at all i was loosing weight, shrank down my clothing size three sizes, became more alert and full of energy. now i am the exact product of what my Owner desires.

here is the fantastic part......throughout this transitional period, i consumed all of my food from my metal slave bowl, while naked, laying on the kitchen floor of my home. there was a hidden purpose to eating my food in this manner. it was to have me fully conditioned for my arrival into the House of Victoria, as i am now kept. You see, i am not permitted to dine at the table with my Owner. only She enjoys that priveledge. no, no, for me, i am taken downstairs to the basement, along with my food in my metal slave bowl, all diced up in chunks. it is there that i must remove all of my Women's clothes, and lay naked upon the cold concrete floor of Her basement floor. the bowl is placed before me and my Owner then turns away from me without so much as a single word, switching the lights off and closing the door behind Her, locking the door shut. i am left to consume my food from my metal slave bowl, laying naked on the cold concrete of the basement floor, in the pitch black darkness of the room. i must bury my face into the food and and narl away at my meager offerings, and be grateful for each and every meal my Owner serves me.

You see.......that's the way it is. anything more, and You spoil the slave !!!

now there was this one time (thank Goddess for it being only once) when dog food was fed to me from off my Owners toes. how i shudder at that entire experience.....yikes !!!

now this is one topic that holds considerable interest for me. you see......this body of mine.....ahum....my Owner's recently acquired possession, so Her Owned body, has endured and continues to benefit from plenty of body art tattoos and the like.

at present i sport 26 tattoos ,all of bdsm flavor in one manner or another. there isn't a single one of them that i would not wish for again. i am particularly proud of my Owner's Ownership of which there are three. a set of bitch tags on my chest proclaiming me as "V's slave", a beauty of a tattoo around my left wrist saying, "property of V propery of" in nice vivaldi font, then a date stamp on my left thigh directly below the "V" brand, that continues to be a work in progress.

i have in my more wreckless days been branded with hundreds of cigarette burns all over this body, hot curling iron brands to my thighs, fire poker brands on ass cheeks, burning gun powder on my chest, and cigarette lighter flesh melting on my wrists.

i have even had a full sized lace bra and panties tattooed on me. this is something that completely sets me apart from most others. i won't rest until my Owner has completed the tattoo of adding a garter belt and fishnet stockings. we have talked about this on a couple of occasions, but never definatively enough to assure me anytime soon. i crave this phase to be completed with considerable passion. i sure hope that one day She will permit me the full realization of my pet dream.

i have had both my nipples pierced and stretched to a zero guage. nothing like going to the max on overkill i say. they have been removed long ago and the flesh completely regenerated. now to have them repierced with the tissue damage it would require a dentist drill to pierce the scar tissue i'm sure. i still have my Owners little critter pierced with a prince albert. this is a permanent thing; since it fits so well into my Owner's plan of securing it to Her iron maiden, stainless steel chastity device that i wear 24/7. She is in the process of have the creator work out the details at shipping the revised chastitiy device to Her.

yes, this form of personal torture fulfils a person dispair when in the midst of depression, but is so very much more an expression of permanent art work, that one can be so proud of. so body art modification....although i am still a virgin to what could be my actualfate out there in this field, a firm....."yes".....from me on a vote of support. go for it and enjoy the experience to the hilt.

even the cunt, slave norma jean, has fanasies. well, it is more a haunting, lusting, craving that permeates my very core. You see, every since i was awaken to my senses of who and what i truly am in the bdsm community, a submissive male pig, i have always gravitated toward one idea, something that i "must have before i die" expierence. to some it may suggest a.....call the doctors now and get this freak sequestered in the boobie hatch. but to me, it burns away at my very soul. i know that i am within sniffing range of that reality, with my present Sadistic, Owner. finally, the pot boils with much anticipation and incessant belief that She can stand proud upon my capture, confined to the darkness of both o/Our savage hearts delight.

so what is this torment, this parallel reality, that must be fed my body, mind and soul ? what is it that could cripple me right where i stand and leave me immoble, frozen in a state of permanent haunting ? prey....do read on, and i will peel back the folds of my delirium, and share it all with You, my faithful readers.

spend an hour in my mind and you will most certainly leave in a straight jacket. now some of you would take tremendous pleasure from such an experience, while others would shudder in complete disbelief. it matters not how i arrove to this torment, but that i am so dangerously close to my reality. so close to the ultimate orgasm.....brain fucked.... to a sopping mess of sheer delight. now gather closer and i will share with you all, my achilles heel as it were, that which can transport me to a puddle of slippery, slimmy, goo.

some of us just want to slip off the radar, disappear from the pain of reality, yet suffer more demonstratively in another. i am one of those souls. now pour yourself a coffee, turn the lights down low and slip in Your favorite fantasy, rhythmic cd, as i take you along on my journey of lost souls.

the location could be anywhere, in the thick forested area behind the acrage farm house, or deep below in the sub basement of my Owner's home, but make no mistake, pure evil resides deep within the prison of this fractured thought. stripped of my clothes and collared, a steel link chain firmly gripped in my Owner's hand, seperates all but four feet distance between us, as i am led to my final act of servitude, for my Owner's conquest of my worthless self.

"slave norma jean, I have decided that you will serve Me in a manner that will give ME the greatest pleasure. It is a permanent decision, one that reflects both O/our needs for pertual torment of your weak and inferior existence. I have decided that right here where W/we both stand, at this very moment, is the last memory that you will ever have of this lovely earth, above ground. Below U/us is if your new home. a place from where you will continue to serve MY wants and needs, until you deliver up to ME your expired corpse. I have prepared a mud pit, deep within the ground for you to be stashed away in, as one of my collectables. Nobody will even notice your departure from this reality, and nobody will know the eternal happiness that you bring Me, from Me knowing that second by second of each and every day, there you are, imprisoned in MY mud tomb, with You standing up to your darling neck in slippery, silky, mud. surrounded in complete blackness in a temperature controlled, light and sound altering vault of MY evil creation. I will keep you alive and you will privately bring ME much comfort knowing that I am the one that decides if you live or die.

on that note, the chain is unclipped from my leash, the steel trap door is opened and i balance precariously on my toes clinging onto the steel rim for dear life, starring into the darkness. the last thing i hear is my Owner's hideous laughter as She gives me a shove, sending me plumeeting into the black abyss.

"You see, it has always been about ME," resounds my Owner as She slams the heavy steel lid to an echoing close, some fifteen feet above my head. i hear the dead bolt being run through the clasp and the heavy padlock "click" shut. my heart pounds so loud that my tomb begins to fill with my fear......what have i done, what have i done !!!

nothing makes a kept pig happier, than to wear the marks of complete and total Ownership of his Goddess. once the idea passes into reality, the results are most gratifying and fulfilling, for both parties. something that separates the “vanilla” life forms of this fucked up world, from the committed “bdsm” community is readily noticed by the replacement of a piece of gold (wedding ring) for that of a brand, a tattoo, a stainless steel neck collar, or in my case all of the above. just ask any Woman that has been lied to by the stereo type male pig. come on Girls, we all know them. the ones that remove the wedding band as they arrive to pick You up in there dickmobiles. another popular extension of their wasted male ego, a real testosterone pumper. fast cars, wild Women and lies, lies and more lies.

all Women that are in a monogamous relationship with a “male pig”, should at very least, lock Their Property up in a stainless steel chastity device. how much better that would be, saving Women from loss of Their precious time and virtue, from those deceitful, treacherous pond scum, that only wish to dip their wicks in the anointed oil of passion. male creatures will say and do anything to rub loins together. yes even lie their collective asses off.

as for me, my Owner has several tattoos of Ownership on my body, that would clearly tell any Woman to walk on past me. first, there is no wedding ring on my finger; since it is not necessary. i wear a stainless steel collar around my neck. then there is the stainless steel collar around my waist. then there are two stainless steel waist bracelets around my wrists. just to completely pacify my Owner’s mind, She has me locked up in a stainless steel chastity cage. all of these devices are worn 24/7. but hold on, that’s not the end of it. around my wrist is a tattoo that reads….”property of V”. those words are on either side of a capitalized letter “V” and the entire tattoo links up in one continuous band. next, She has tattooed a set of slave tags on my chest, that appears as if it is suspended from my stainless steel neck collar. two tags, one reading “V’s” and the other “slave”. hold on, it does not end there. there is brand/tattoo combination on my left thigh. one single capitalized three in letter “V” with the date of my being permanently collared tattooed immediately below the brand. the next step will be to boarder the “V” brand with tattoo ink, thereby encasing the burnt flesh in black ink. today, i was told more tattoos and burns are on the way. She is not finished at shelving my sex capades.

i’d say that my days of fast cars and wild Women are now behind me for good. hell, for me it is even a greater loss than that. my Owner revels at Controlling my orgasms and erections using the stainless steel chastity device. it will never come off me and i will never again experience either joys again. She is a very strict Owner in this regard. just think Ladies……wouldn’t it be nice if all Women took Control of the male pigs in their life in this manner. there’d be more time to relax and enjoy life to the fullest as their male pigs tend to full domestic duties. finely…….time to enjoy manicures and pedicures, tend the health spas, go for a swim, value Women only social gatherings, and lets not forget…..so much pussy to lick……hummmmm !!!