what keeps our civilization together is not so complex after all. there are certain boundaries or lines, that must be drawn in the sand. boundaries that separate humans from animals, very much like the necessary lines separating Superior Women from neanderthal male pig creatures. the latter are nothing more than vermin or pestilence, things that must be Controlled and put to good use, specifically for the sole benefit and purpose of the Superior species….Womenkind !!!
Control can come in many forms, but for the purposes of this writing, such Control is to be measured out in terms of daily nourishment of the male pig creature. i am a collared, kept and Owned male pig creature to Madame Victoria Marx. truly a Superior Woman in all regards of the word. it is the expressed desire of my Owner, that i become known to others as Her “pig”, nothing more than an animal, non human being. something that is and will forevermore be inferior in all form of measurement. so it should come as no surprise to anyone, that i must also take my daily nourishment in a manner equivalent to that of a pig, and nothing more.
my Owner believes that animals and humans must be kept apart when it comes to dietary intake and the manner in which it is accomplished. humans use plates, glasses, knives and forks. animals (pigs) must consume their nourishment in a liquid format; which for me is administered down the feeding funnel, that is attached to my steel sleeping & discipline cage, or in the form of mush (wet dog food and or squished food groups) ingested from off my Owner's feet and toes. it is Her contention, that i am never to be permitted the right to consume my nourishment like a human does, and i am never permitted to chew my food and use my teeth upon same. for the most part of my existence, i am to drink my nourishment, thus using teeth and chewing a completely redundant process. on rare occasions....my Owner will take me out for rewards like last night to a fish and chip establishment, but this is only as a treat. in order to keep my energy levels up and to maintain good health, i am also permitted to snack on fruit, around the lunch hour, but it must be mushed up and tossed into my metal slave bowl, where upon, i place it on the cold basement floor and lay upon the surface completely naked. i must dive my face into the bowl and consume the food in like manner, like a pig.
You see all of this has a very profound purpose for what lays ahead. all of this is in preparation for me, when i will eventually to be fed from an animal trough, attached to my very own and very real outdoor pig pen. there i must wade out to the deep end of my muddy pen, all the way up to my neck, while on fettered hands and knees. i will be expected to put my head into the trough and slurp up the pig slop. no standing since my arms and legs will be bound together keeping me reduce to height of a farm animal. such a pretty sight i will be too, wearing a full latex pig hood. of course it will be fitted over top of my head and secured by a leather strap and buckle, nicely padlocked into place. this will be my fate all summer long. left outside all day long to wallow around in the mud. this will be coming very soon....likely next year or the year following. my Owner intends to purchase an acreage, so that She can do all sorts of evil things to me.
my Owner and i have an appointment with my destiny. in yet a time not so distant than now, a time known only to my Owner, i shall be deposited alive into the earth, deep in the ground, a locked steel hatch keeping me a prisoner in my Owner’s specially created mud pit, for the balance of my existence. existing as nothing more than a filthy pig to my Owner, i shall bring countless untold orgasms to my Owner, as She revels in the ultimate surrender of my former and once proud functional, totally in command human existence, now transformed to Her vile, revolting, and filthy little “pig”. no longer human, but now a member of the animal Queendome !!!
