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.