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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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