the single most important thing about an “orgasm” is, that they are purely selfish moments of personal indulgence and gratification. whom among u/Us have not enjoyed such memorable exhilaration? i deliberately did not say memorable moments, simply because the truth be told, they are nothing more than actions of raw sexual pleasure. please let me digress and share my suffering reality with You, please.

like everyone out there, i too enjoy orgasms, why wouldn’t i ? now let me be completely truthful with You, that is to say, these were my “previously” felt and thought memories about orgasms. a time before my present predicament of being my Owner’s kept property and slave. back in the hay days of willful excess and abuse, i use to jerk off some 6-8 times a day, and would still be doing so, if it were not for my Owner’s locked stainless steel chastity cage, that She secured onto Her now Owned pigtail on 19-may-07. a simple mathematical calculation will reveal an astounding fact. what is that fact You say, well let me tell You. 737 elapsed days since 19-may-07 till now x 8 jerk offs a day = 5,896 “denied” orgasms, that i’ll never get back. if that isn’t shocking enough, i have the balance of my pathetic existence, without ever again experiencing so much as another orgasm, not even a full, unfettered erection, and most definitely, never again will i ever feel the ultimate pleasure of slipping my pigtail into a Superior Woman’s treasure box, or Her tantalizing, hot mouth. what have i done, what have i done ??????

so what is life really like living in a permanent hell You might say? please allow me to enlighten You all.

a male pig creature experiences a sexual thought every 15- 30 seconds, so it is told. to that end i am no different, except with one obvious fact, i now wear my Owner’s heavy metal chastity cage. no more idle fingers playing in the devil’s workshop. no more will the palmer Sisters slap my pathetic monkey, choke the chicken, or make my cycloptic pigtail vomit. those days are well behind me. still though, i experience what every other “free” male pig creature does……and that is the lustful desire to unfold my formerly owned pigtail into a full, hard pecker, ready and able to get into trouble. my very own little “dennis the menace”.

the experience and net result is always the same……it starts off with a stirring sensation of the pigtail. first there is little convulsing pulses, like those of heart beating within one’s body. those never ending pulses grow into a stubby beginning to firm up, within the steel chastity device. as this sensation begins, the pigsticles begin to swell up with trapped blood, causing them to turn deep purplish, black and blue, as the blood has no way to escape. why is that, well simply put, because there is a steel ring encompassing the base of the revolting package (pigsticles and pigtail). the agony begins to build from the swollen pigsticles and their icy cold darkening of the flesh.

what next could You image? well the stubby begins to puff up, fattening itself like a blotted pig does from over indulgence in woofing down too much food into it’s pork belly. with no place to go other than up against the steel bars of the chastity device, pigtail flesh begins to spill over to outside the cage itself. by now, there is rising pain transferred on all contact spots of the chastity cage of where pig flesh meets metal. there is no escape; since there is also a secondary securing mechanism of the pigtail to the chastity cage.

my Owner just retooled Her pigtail property with an upgraded prince albert ring. She purchased a replacement ring to replace the insolent and impish one, that i was forced to wear for so long. now She has super sized it to a zero gauge, double balled ring, the same thickness as a serious padlock’s shank, the same thickness of a cigarette. now Her property is fully secured by two ways, one that connects the cage itself to the ring that chokes off the pigsticles and pigtail. the other through the eye of the pigtail to the front of the cage. the eager ring just dropped into the eye without so much as a spec of trouble. my Owner released a loud giggle of delight.

with the stubby slammed tight against the steel cage walls, pigtail flesh wedged between the bars, a one and a half inch inside chamber space compressing the pigtail, the pigsticles swollen black, purple and blue, erratic convulsions pulsing every second, there i am, trapped and denied any sexual pleasure of my selfish own. this will continue for twenty or so minutes at a time, until i am able to drive my thoughts off the pain and frustration of my Owner’s trapped pigtail. all the while, i must endure lost sleep at night time over this, and in the daytime unsettling agony in my panties.

but wait……every 15-30 seconds along comes another sexual thought. please Madame Victoria Marx, please lead me into the operating room for a lobotomy, please i beg You. i can no longer cope with the mental torment, please, please, please, i beg You, please grant me a frontal lobotomy.

would i change anything if i ever could……not on Your life !!!!