have You ever wanted something so bad, that it felt like time itself was standing still ??? well of course You have. w/We all have. i wish to relate to You my latest struggle, that for me, has been tormenting me with haunting passion. something far worse than what the actual event itself will feel like, when it finally arrives. please allow me to continue.

my Owner and i enjoy a fabulous co-existence together. nobody could ever say that w/We suffer for not. o/Our lives are so closely intertwined, that mere crowbars along could not separate u/Us. yet there is still one more scenario to be played out, that would bring u/Us forevermore closer to one another. this supersedes the end goal of my being entombed alive, buried deep in the ground, up to my neck in mud. yes, the event would not be to everyone’s taste, yet it certain fills the glass to the top for u/Us. strangely enough, it has been discussed and rediscussed, making sure that once commenced, that neither of u/Us will consider any reversal. It will be as permanent, as is the reality that i shall remain my Owner’s property for life.

You might guess that what i am hinting towards is the arrival of my becoming a yard pig for at least one full summer and autumn, followed with a further continuance indoors, in the basement of my Owner’s home. all bound up with animal wrapping tap, to cripple me with suffering restraints, the sort that would leave my only mobility on top of my elbows and knees, as my appendages are folded together with the binding. for the entire year, i will not be able to stand up, nor will i be able to use my hands and fingers, while am transformed into my Owner’s pig. no, this is not the Mother thought of burning desire, albeit it is certainly on the front burner of desire.

this passion that consumes my every living thought will require the firmest hand of love. a belief that it is for both o/Our own good. as You are all aware, my Owner has taken complete ownership of every dollar i earn, leaving me completely penniless. after all, what does a kept male pig slave need money for? i am permanently house bound, my once owned vehicle taken away from me by my Owner, stripped of all my formerly owned credit cards, bank account and access to the funds contained within the bank. now all of those things are the sole property of my Owner. so again i ask, what would any slave, and more specifically me, need any of those things in my life. the first thing to be taken away from me by my Owner was my liberty and freedom, along with anyone that knew me, consisting of my then friends and acquaintances. i have become my Owner’s kept property in the House of Victoria since 01-feb-08. so what is it then that i speak so desirously off ?

i will tell You then. talks in earnest have begun, to form a plan that will see me disappearing from the surface of this earth, for all intense and purposes. oh w/We are not talking about death. no, no, no. what my Owner and i are talking about is so much more restrictive than death. plans are being made to prepare me for my next appointment with fate. a fate that surely would drive most people delirious with fear, but not me. just a reminder, like previously commented on, once this next adventure is commenced with, there will be no withdrawing away from it. It is “permanent” !!!

my Owner has begun Her plans to acquire a new home. this new purchase will not be like any other. It will not only be my final resting place (buried alive, deep within the ground), but will be my last years upon the surface of this earth, isolated from any human contact of any sort at all. yes, w/We are working out a new prison for me. a place where i can reside, continuing to earn my Owner a very rewarding income from my earned labor. You see......i am to be sealed up alive behind a locked steel door in the basement. i will have my very own living space, one that includes a flush toilet, lights, feeding tubes and all of my business equipment, so that i might continue to earn money for my Owner. i will be locked away 24/7 for as many years as it pleases my Owner, before She decides to entomb me alive, deep within the earth, buried up to my neck in mud. i will be kept in the mud pit below ground level until i finally die. but for the years leading up to that demise, i will become a confined prisoner of my Owner in Her basement. never again to be seen, yet at all times slaving away earning money for my Owner’s bank account.

thanks to today’s electronic means, i will be able to remain locked up in complete isolation from humankind, other than voice contact on the telephone with my mortgage based industry. computers with all the conveniances of email and internet connections, coupled with my fax machine, printers and land and cellular telephone lines, i will never be required to see people in person ever again. already my life is limited to a small office in the basement of my Owner’s home, but with more freedom of movement. the only real change will be that in the new environment, i will be kept locked away behind a steel door, in the corner of my Owner’s basement. all of my food can be fed to me in liquid form from my plastic feeding pipe and funnel. my Owner will be able to pour my nourishment down the feeding tube from the convenience of Her kitchen above. no need for plates, utensils and the like. just one steady diet of liquefied pig slop (garbage really......table scraps, wilted vegetables and end cuts). the light switch will be controlled on an automatic timer kept outside of my locked isolation cell. my Owner will control the time settings. further thoughts have begun on placing streaming online video cameras so that others might share in the enjoyment of my imprisonment on their computers.

now then, how can i advance “time” to stop dragging on so ??? w/We are both so committed to beginning this phase of my enslavement.

tic, toc, toc !!!