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