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.