i would like to share a “real” experience, that unfold in the past 72 hours, one founded in the purest of all innocence. it is one of two children at play (catslave & malepigcreature). two children that discovered a candy story and as would be expected, over indulged in playful excitement, high on sugar.

“dear catslave:

a new day, a new dawn.

with the innocence of children meeting in the school ground for the very first time, busy at play, laughing, running, shoving and crying, w/We were the same in spirit and mind. two fantastic slaves, caught up in a bundle of arms, legs, thoughts, cravings, happiness, that for the first time for both, their body and shadow met for the very first time. yes, you and I did get carried away in adolescent desire. in that school yard of temptation and thrill, two souls shared closeness, as if they were one. imagine the trouble that both would release into this world and unto themselves if it were not for the principals intervention. kids, just kids, sweet innocent kids at play.

you are right cat, we over indulged, delirious with excitement at what finding a friend general does. too much over compensation of exaggerated thought. we both needed detention. in reflection cat is right, you have not courted the demons of death, nor given away the spirit of your soul begging for death before it is due. i sincerely hope that life never gets this bleak for you, as it did for me. the winds of fear, desperation and utter emptiness can make one do strange things. make them feel welcome enough to throw everything away before one gets to learn the true value of life itself. i am one of the lucky souls, that i got plucked by my Owner just in time. like a drowning sailor, i was going down for third and final count when She snatched my spirit from the cold, dark waters, that drew me downward. there are no words, no actions, no expressions that could ever show my abundant gratitude to my Owner, thanking Her for what She did, that day on 19-may-07. i will be forever in Her debt, as a human being, as a person, as a child of the bdsm faith and as Her living slave, property, possession and chattel.

it would be an honour to call you friend, fellow slave, creature of the bdsm faith and fellowship. you and i are the same lost souls, spirits of desire, trust and giving. ready at the drop of a hat, to trust and follow with reckless abandon, anyone that ignites our fuel of slavery. it completely caught me off guard to come face to face with another living soul, other than my Owner, and a slave at that, that shared my vision of slavery, to the same depth of craving. rare is the encounter to find a friend that salivates objectification, depravity of being used as a toilet, nullification to none gender, none human being, but rather existing as a nothing, a fuckmeat, complete with limb removal and the feeling of helplessness. ready to be used and abuse by others that exude Superiority. a different twist on the predator/prey scenario. it was all too surreal for me. like a child in a candy store i danced with euphoria, as too did you cat.

my Owner was not amused, as She shouldn't be, that Her property thought of itself the very right to acquire property....you cat......and to assume the arrogance to demand a name change to.....957. what next.....topping from bottom ??? i am not ashamed at what we did, what we shared, and what we craved, for it was innocent child play. in the light of day, both of us need to be taken to the detention room and seriously whipped for our indiscretions. fortunately the both of us and my Owner can truly see that a slave cannot own a slave, that a slave cannot reinvent slavery. how silly of us both, but it was "fun" while it lasted. Steady the sails.....full stern ahead. with sails unfurrelled it must now be nothing more than pure girl fun and nothing more.

i am happy that in some small way i was able to release the knot in your stomach that had you bent over in agony keeping you from revisiting your bdsm cravings. if not but for a brief moment, then for at very least a short time of ecstatic recklessness of abandoned happiness. you felt your blood rushing through your veins for the first time in a very long time. you brought alive your senses of the bdsm faith, being caged, chained, filling your darling head with the substance of bdsm mantra. you lived in girlish glee, drinking from the tap of happiness and it was i, slave norma jean the pig, that made it happen.

this is not the end cat for your dreams of bdsm happiness. it is just the sort of jolt you needed to get yourself back on your own journey, a quest to find your Owner. happiness exists out there for you too. i pray that you are rewarded soon girlfriend. please stay in touch, please be my girlfriend. i am here as a reality check should you need a stroking, cat. my knowledge, my wisdom is not for everyone, but only for sisters of bdsm slavery. i will always be here to answer your questions, pet your head and be your girlfriend.”

whips & kisses,
xxxxxx/oooooo

the pig’s Owner’s collared, kept slave & property,

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