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

i feel like a confessional is called for......”forgive me Mistress for i have sinned. it has been numerous months since my last confession.” as You already know, i do not use the blog channel as my personal daily diary, like so many others choose to do. to me, a blog is something more encompassing, something to be used, when a narrative journey needs to be posted, for others to read, very much like a short story. on that note......here is a new blog posting, that i’d like to share with You all.

this saturday coming (07-nov-09) my Owner, Madame Victoria Marx, is creating Her very own, in home dungeon. winter is fast approaching and that means treacherous road driving conditions for Her to travel on, as She meets Her loyal minions. winter driving conditions around here is nothing more than “white knuckle terror” at its finest. lots of icy, snow covered, slick roads, just enough when mixed with the every growing car population, that makes for the worst traffic accidents, year after year. this weekend, several of Her devoted bdsm following along with myself, will be put to good labour use, as everyone uses their brawn, to clean out my Owner’s basement, furnace room and the location of my nightly sleep quarters.

everything must go, “except” my sleep quarters under the stairwell. You see.......that’s where the caption of this blog posting fits in. it is every slave’s dream come true, to be the kept and collared keeper of the dungeon. the lucky soul that gets to not only sleep in their Owner’s dungeon, each and every night, but also is expected to maintain the dungeon appearance and readiness for Her next victim of pain and pleasure. as of after this weekend, those new duties shall befall upon myself, providing yet another demonstration of me earning my keep around the House of Victoria. no longer shall i be sleeping night among the various non bdsm keep sakes of my Owner, for they shall all be removed, off sight to a newly acquired public storage warehouse. i shall now sleep among the very instruments of my Owner’s creation of pain and pleasure. it is such a great honour to now share my sleeping quarters with my Owner’s collectables of the bdsm faith.

truly, a slave’s dream come true !!!

to age gracefully, in total character, dignity in tact……well that is the concern of most living souls. even a fully committed, bdsm faithful, slave, falls into this bothersome mold. i was once told by a then good psychopathic vanilla friend, a time when i held dominion over my life, that it is all about the dash on o/Our tomb stone, separating the from and to dates, that are chiseled into the cold granite. the “dash”……the duration of one’s life, quality and experiences of how one lived their life, in between one’s date of birth and their date of departure from this rock.

yesterday, my Owner took me to Her dungeon for a thorough whipping. nothing at all out of the norm; yet a memory, that will never fade away. You see……sunday, the 13th of september, 2009 was an eventful day, one that leapt out at u/Us both, taking u/Us both off guard. but first, please allow me to digress for a brief moment.

there are certain events in one’s life, which one will never forget, such as……the day when they lost their virginity, or when they experienced their first orgasm, or the discovery of their first true love. treasured moments, that will forever remain in o/Our very core, something to look back in time and relish, as one did, at the event happening. well on that personal note……yesterday was a surprising, shared experience for both my Owner and me. yesterday my Owner stole my number one bdsm driving force, something so personal for me, that it rivals the loss of my own virginity, my first orgasm, and even my first true love. so what could this revelation be, You might say?

first i must share with You the fly in the soup, the witches spell, the fuel of desire. a sound whipping has always excited my Owner and me; especially in light of Her sadistic fervor and my masochistic delight at suffering in pain. to that end, i happened across a particular video clip the other day entitled……”whipped belly”. a splendid, best ever clip, featuring a china doll, asian Superior Woman, fully attired in just the right amount of apparel……black leather corset, black panties concealing a rubber cock, opera length black leather whipping gloves, thigh high black leather spiked boots and Her trusty, single tail bullwhip. Her victim……a trembling, restrained piece of crap, a naked male pig creature, standing tall, rising to the order, a willing victim of Her lustful sadism. for the next six minutes, 26 seconds, this Goddess of pain, releases pure hell and furry upon his lily white flesh. every stroke reverberating with the vicious snap of Her evil bullwhip, as it slaps and cuts into this piece of shit pig. Her pig, broken, welted and cut flesh, crying like a baby, nothing halts Her attack. a true Mistress piece of pain and suffering.

it was this delightful catalyst, that tipped both my Owner and i over the edge. She loaded me up in Her car, transporting me to Her dungeon, for what was to be carbon copied, reinactment upon my eager and willing flesh. w/We were both dripping with excitement, practically tripping over o/Our collective feet, to commence with the whipping. like a junkie high on it’s fix, w/We both lunched head first, into o/Our lust for sadistic fulfillment and masochist suffering.

now for the rest of the story……it became an experience of “revelation” day and “not” one of fulfillment day. there i stood before my Owner, naked, ready and eager to feel Her bullwhip upon my disgusting body. half way into Her warm up of my flesh, i blurbed out the unthinkable……”please Mistress, no more”. my Owner, Madame Victoria Marx and i were shocked with the truth. i could no longer receive Her loving warm up whipping. i had become pain dyslexic, a pathetic excuse for being a masochist, fully incapable of embracing the pain, light pain at best, certainly never able to receive Her ultimate reward of a thorough bullwhipping. saved by my Owner’s love for Her property, i was instantly transformed from masochist, source of Her never ending joy of my suffering, into something else, but what???

the shame, guilt and unbelievable shock knocked me off my feet without warning. i had reached another plateau of life, one that is undeniable. for me, something different for everyone, i had reached a point in my life, where my flesh had become too “thin” to be of any further use, as a suitable whipping surface. just when i think there is nothing more, that my Owner can take away from me, i am once again proven wrong. just like the unforgettable memories of my lost virginity, my first orgasm, my first true love, now i will never forget the day, when my Owner stole my defining bdsm characteristic……loss of my “masochistic” drive. i had become a wimp, no longer worthy of the respectful title masochist. so now what???

my Owner assigned a new designation upon me, a new direction for the balance of my existence. i am now to become Her “humiliation pig”, this in addition to my already being Her “financial pig” and soon on it’s heels......”permanent confinement pig” locked away forever, deep in Her cold basement. there certainly is no secret, that my Owner takes great pride and delight with Her accomplishments to date, of transforming me into Her financial pig, Feminized pig, chastity pig. it seems only naturally that i now become Her humiliation pig. She already has me parading about in public, 100% attired in Feminine attire, now comes while being shuffled through public shopping malls, tethered on a leash affixed to my pink leather neck collar. no opportunity lost to leash me up. no longer discreetly leashed to just my hip, but now a full blown, all out, in Your face tethering, in full public view by my neck. nobody will mistake what their eyes reflect……my complete humiliation, dressing in provocative Feminine attire, collared and leashed, walking two steps behind my Owner’s heels, Her hand in the leash, walking as Her prized poodle, Her owned bitch, two steps behind Her. this is now my new status in life until Her next revelation……”yard pig”……wallowing around in mud 24/7, “lawn mower pig”……mowing my Owner’s soon to be acquired acreage, with an impressive huge lawn, all day long, from sun rise to being returned to my outdoor pig pen at sunset, using a push rotary blade lawnmower, while dressed in a pink ballerina tootoo skirt, pink halter top, pink sneakers and finally, as Her in ground “pit pig”……buried alive, 50 feet deep into the ground, up to my neck in mud, kept alive to amuse my Owner and Her web members, providing them endless orgasm eye candy, accessing me 24/7, using an online stream feed, for all to view.

I welcome my new public “humiliation pig” status and await my Owner’s leash in hand outings !!!

i would like to share a “real” experience, that unfold in the past 72 hours, one founded in the purest of all innocence. it is one of two children at play (catslave & malepigcreature). two children that discovered a candy story and as would be expected, over indulged in playful excitement, high on sugar.

“dear catslave:

a new day, a new dawn.

with the innocence of children meeting in the school ground for the very first time, busy at play, laughing, running, shoving and crying, w/We were the same in spirit and mind. two fantastic slaves, caught up in a bundle of arms, legs, thoughts, cravings, happiness, that for the first time for both, their body and shadow met for the very first time. yes, you and I did get carried away in adolescent desire. in that school yard of temptation and thrill, two souls shared closeness, as if they were one. imagine the trouble that both would release into this world and unto themselves if it were not for the principals intervention. kids, just kids, sweet innocent kids at play.

you are right cat, we over indulged, delirious with excitement at what finding a friend general does. too much over compensation of exaggerated thought. we both needed detention. in reflection cat is right, you have not courted the demons of death, nor given away the spirit of your soul begging for death before it is due. i sincerely hope that life never gets this bleak for you, as it did for me. the winds of fear, desperation and utter emptiness can make one do strange things. make them feel welcome enough to throw everything away before one gets to learn the true value of life itself. i am one of the lucky souls, that i got plucked by my Owner just in time. like a drowning sailor, i was going down for third and final count when She snatched my spirit from the cold, dark waters, that drew me downward. there are no words, no actions, no expressions that could ever show my abundant gratitude to my Owner, thanking Her for what She did, that day on 19-may-07. i will be forever in Her debt, as a human being, as a person, as a child of the bdsm faith and as Her living slave, property, possession and chattel.

it would be an honour to call you friend, fellow slave, creature of the bdsm faith and fellowship. you and i are the same lost souls, spirits of desire, trust and giving. ready at the drop of a hat, to trust and follow with reckless abandon, anyone that ignites our fuel of slavery. it completely caught me off guard to come face to face with another living soul, other than my Owner, and a slave at that, that shared my vision of slavery, to the same depth of craving. rare is the encounter to find a friend that salivates objectification, depravity of being used as a toilet, nullification to none gender, none human being, but rather existing as a nothing, a fuckmeat, complete with limb removal and the feeling of helplessness. ready to be used and abuse by others that exude Superiority. a different twist on the predator/prey scenario. it was all too surreal for me. like a child in a candy store i danced with euphoria, as too did you cat.

my Owner was not amused, as She shouldn't be, that Her property thought of itself the very right to acquire property....you cat......and to assume the arrogance to demand a name change to.....957. what next.....topping from bottom ??? i am not ashamed at what we did, what we shared, and what we craved, for it was innocent child play. in the light of day, both of us need to be taken to the detention room and seriously whipped for our indiscretions. fortunately the both of us and my Owner can truly see that a slave cannot own a slave, that a slave cannot reinvent slavery. how silly of us both, but it was "fun" while it lasted. Steady the sails.....full stern ahead. with sails unfurrelled it must now be nothing more than pure girl fun and nothing more.

i am happy that in some small way i was able to release the knot in your stomach that had you bent over in agony keeping you from revisiting your bdsm cravings. if not but for a brief moment, then for at very least a short time of ecstatic recklessness of abandoned happiness. you felt your blood rushing through your veins for the first time in a very long time. you brought alive your senses of the bdsm faith, being caged, chained, filling your darling head with the substance of bdsm mantra. you lived in girlish glee, drinking from the tap of happiness and it was i, slave norma jean the pig, that made it happen.

this is not the end cat for your dreams of bdsm happiness. it is just the sort of jolt you needed to get yourself back on your own journey, a quest to find your Owner. happiness exists out there for you too. i pray that you are rewarded soon girlfriend. please stay in touch, please be my girlfriend. i am here as a reality check should you need a stroking, cat. my knowledge, my wisdom is not for everyone, but only for sisters of bdsm slavery. i will always be here to answer your questions, pet your head and be your girlfriend.”

whips & kisses,
xxxxxx/oooooo

the pig’s Owner’s collared, kept slave & property,

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10. loss of all rights that human beings take for granted. rights like……freedom (the ability to come and go, move about freely, unanswerable to any other human being, being totally accountable for their actions), liberties ( the pleasure to take and enjoy various amenities right off the shelf of life itself, at their very own leisure). (done)

9. striped away from all my friends and acquaintances, completely immobilized from making any new, in the flesh, human contacts. left with the only alternative to satisfy the pangs of human contact……cyber friendships. even then, but for a fleeting moment, until the time arrives for my Owner to steel them away from me too, with far worse, and dyer consequences in life. forevermore tantalizing my senses, feeling what is lost for all time, torturing my mind with visions of the joys of what friendships once was like, exposed to the effortless comradery, that only others can enjoy. (done)

8. the complete destruction and surrender of my “birth” male pig creature gender. to be transformed in appearance and total humiliation, by my Owner, into a “thing”, not male pig creature, yet not Feminine either. stripped away from it’s outward appearance from what it once was, and now has become. a visual display of shamefulness for all others to point fingers at, to laugh, and to feel my humiliation. a traveling pet of my Owner, while in and on public display, a tribute to the power of my Owner’s Superiority. i am no longer a male pig creature, but now some thing, that wears the attire of the Superior gender…….Woman. dressed in skirts, blouses, stiletto heels, adorned with all the accessories purses, jewelry and obnoxious cheap perfumes. collared and leashed. hand in lease, tethered at the hip, with the leash now resting in my Owner’s hand, i am to be paraded through public shopping malls, grocery stores, and anywhere else, wherever humans congregate, making a public spectacle of myself. (done)

7. envision if You will……a modern day times of “rages to riches to popper” scenario. yes, this can mean but one thing my readers and that would be “financial slavery”. the complete forfeiture of one’s hard earned cash wages, paid to them, after the expulsion of dauntless hours slaving away for the so called man. with effortless ease, my Owner takes every centi earn and sees to it that not so much as a single penny ever again falls into my weak and pathetic palms again. yes, i am to be exploited for every earning potential within me, and ensure that i never see any of the fruits of my labor ever again, but rather, experience total and complete poverty, as my Owner enjoys every scintilla She can bleed from very life energy. done)

6. the greatest of all earthly pleasure, as seen from one’s own selfishness, is to experience endless sexual delights. for any male pig creature, that can be one thing only. to feed with delirious lust worshipping, drinking from and penetrating a Superior Women’s pussy, always craving and lusting after Them. well that be my suffering agony then. more than the simple delight of feeling a massive boner, a woody, a stiff willie, be my second of all pleasure. with the first craving being foiled by Superior Women, with Them have nothing to do with me that involves raw carnal sex with Them. in its wake, i became a serious sexual abuser, by jerking off untold numbers of times daily. the cure was very quick and simple. trading a few minutes of expelled energy, seems nothing compared to the few seconds of pulsating ecstasy, spilling ones pig goo out of their pigtail. as irony would have it, yet how i craved for orgasm denial at the hands of a Superior Woman. to permanently wear a steel chastity cage turning me into a sexually frustrated male pig creature, surely this is the solution to my endless torment. to be denied what my body and mind craves, from such a powerful Superior Woman and Goddess. yes, i must have this. as of 19-may-07 such a passion became a living hellish reality, from which there is no escape. (done)

5. all pathetic male pig creatures are completely unaware of their need to be controlled by a Superior Woman. from birth, they are born inferior, weaklings and a pathetic waste of flesh, but to do one thing in life. that one thing is to serve and worship Superior Women. in essence, to become a slave to the incredible suffering delights of Their mind controlling powers. once a Superior Woman has locked Her antenna onto our low emitting brainwaves, there is no escape. Superior Women are the world’s most cunning creatures of all. They are not troubled from the curse of “two headed thinking”, which is the daily plight of all inferior male pig creatures. the only duplication of head energy here is that Superior Women think using both sides of Their brain simultaneously. even the two headed, one sided brain thinking male pig creature is clearly no match for the perfected Superiority found only in Superior Women. i have always craved to find a Medusa of my own. a Superior Woman that will ontrol my mind and use me to Her own advantage. (done)

4. one should never think of themselves in only one reality. pause for a moment and consider all of life’s possibilities i say. am i truly happy? is there more in store for me? well i’d like to think so. i never chose to be a human being, yet here i am in the flesh, a revolting, living, breathing, male pig creature. what if, for just a moment of frenzied thinking, if we were to strip the excess words of what i am, say like (male) pig (creature) and i become what i am left with. a pig!! well, why not a pig? that is just what i want for my very existence, is to be fully modified(surgically if it were possible, complete with body manipulation of limb removal, complete with voice larynx alteration) into a pig. we are talking about animal objectification. i openly embrace such a treatment of me by any Superior Woman. my Owner has many visions of what’s in store for me and human modification into an animal pig creature, well let’s just say, it is already well on their way to happening. (a work in progress)

3. into every slave’s life comes the craving for more. it is my lusting desire to be imprisoned in my Owner’s basement, locked away from public view 24/7, in a steel bared cage room within the basement walls. the entrance to my locked cell will be guarded by a heavy steel door, one that obscures the view of my very existence within the steel prison, just behind that door. it too is locked to outsiders. there i am to be kept, out of sight to the world, away from any human contact until my Owner decides my final fate. while kept an absolute prisoner under Her commanding control, the space will be a fully kept living accommodation, a one cell/room living and working quarters. from there i shall continue to earn money for my Owner’s bank account and in return i will be rewarded with life above ground. nobody will even know of my very existence, except the very closest of my Owner’s friends and other slaves left to fear similar peril unto themselves. this realty is very much closer than one truly knows. it is a topic of daily ongoing conversation between my Owner and i. internment day is coming and not any day too soon. w/We both crave this event to happen and all energy is being manipulated into making it occur really, really soon. (a work in progress)

2. what would Power and Control be without evidence of its very existence? both my Owner and i crave for others to share in Her magnificent display of human accomplishment. bragging rights no, but yes to a selfish display of sexual delight for my Owner. for Her to look upon my predicament, knowing that others upon the face of this world are doing so too at the same time, well let’s just say it is orgasmic. why shouldn’t my Owner receive notice from the world, as if the continuous orgasms She will be enjoying are not enough? let the world sign in to my isolation and Her greatest glory to date. total enslavement of another living soul, fully exploited for all its “financial slavery” worth. to be used in a manner of being seen as more that an object of profit from both financial and sexual slavery . why shouldn’t my Owner delight in orgasmic release watching me serving Her wants, Her needs and Her demands? i am a slave and nothing more. no longer a human being, treated equal with all the same rights, liberties and freedoms that Superior Women possess. i am nothing more than a male pig creature, slave, chattel, object and possession. i exist for my Owner’s pleasure. so how is such a moment shared with the rest of the world? live internet access using webcams. even in captivity, i will continue expand my Owner’s wealth, from resources ways, by becoming a pay to view website, for other slaves to watch and crave similar treatment by their Owners. of course the site remains free for all Superior Women, so that they too might feel the flood of orgasmic delight at my Owner’s Conquest and enjoy an orgasm or two at my expense. (a work in progress)

now then the number one item on the this pathetic slave’s top 10 list of must experience moments before it dies is

1. i am to be buried alive in a subterranean mud pit, buried all the way up to my neck in thick, slippery, inert clay mud. there to live out the balance of my disgusting life, the ultimate conquest of my Owner, the inevitable demise of my very existence. buried some 50 feet or more into the ground, the surface entry safely guarded by a heavy steel trap lid, locked and welded in place. no special marker to denote that here lays captive a pathetic, worn out male pig creature and slave, slave norma jean. just a steel hatch laying flush with the ground a few pipes (one feeding and the other for air) molded into the concrete ring that surrounds the rusting steel lid. my Owner’s ego stroked from Her finest hour of achievement. also there is yet further evidence of additional rust from Her excretions of Her salty discharge orgasmic juices, from when She returns to pour my liquid pig slop nourishment down the feeding pipe. i am to be kept barely alive, starving for my next revolting meal, whenever it may arrive. knowing that my face and any memory of me, by other humans above ground, has been completely erased once and for all with exception of the live webcams still capturing my image for others to pleasures themselves with. it is the ultimate surrender from a pathetic weakling slave, of it’s most precious gift to it’s Owner…the giving over of one’s life and soul. it is the ultimate Control over such a pathetic, weakling by a Superior Woman and Owner……Madame Victoria Marx !!! (a work
in progress)

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 ???”