to age gracefully, in total character, dignity in tact……well that is the concern of most living souls. even a fully committed, bdsm faithful, slave, falls into this bothersome mold. i was once told by a then good psychopathic vanilla friend, a time when i held dominion over my life, that it is all about the dash on o/Our tomb stone, separating the from and to dates, that are chiseled into the cold granite. the “dash”……the duration of one’s life, quality and experiences of how one lived their life, in between one’s date of birth and their date of departure from this rock.

yesterday, my Owner took me to Her dungeon for a thorough whipping. nothing at all out of the norm; yet a memory, that will never fade away. You see……sunday, the 13th of september, 2009 was an eventful day, one that leapt out at u/Us both, taking u/Us both off guard. but first, please allow me to digress for a brief moment.

there are certain events in one’s life, which one will never forget, such as……the day when they lost their virginity, or when they experienced their first orgasm, or the discovery of their first true love. treasured moments, that will forever remain in o/Our very core, something to look back in time and relish, as one did, at the event happening. well on that personal note……yesterday was a surprising, shared experience for both my Owner and me. yesterday my Owner stole my number one bdsm driving force, something so personal for me, that it rivals the loss of my own virginity, my first orgasm, and even my first true love. so what could this revelation be, You might say?

first i must share with You the fly in the soup, the witches spell, the fuel of desire. a sound whipping has always excited my Owner and me; especially in light of Her sadistic fervor and my masochistic delight at suffering in pain. to that end, i happened across a particular video clip the other day entitled……”whipped belly”. a splendid, best ever clip, featuring a china doll, asian Superior Woman, fully attired in just the right amount of apparel……black leather corset, black panties concealing a rubber cock, opera length black leather whipping gloves, thigh high black leather spiked boots and Her trusty, single tail bullwhip. Her victim……a trembling, restrained piece of crap, a naked male pig creature, standing tall, rising to the order, a willing victim of Her lustful sadism. for the next six minutes, 26 seconds, this Goddess of pain, releases pure hell and furry upon his lily white flesh. every stroke reverberating with the vicious snap of Her evil bullwhip, as it slaps and cuts into this piece of shit pig. Her pig, broken, welted and cut flesh, crying like a baby, nothing halts Her attack. a true Mistress piece of pain and suffering.

it was this delightful catalyst, that tipped both my Owner and i over the edge. She loaded me up in Her car, transporting me to Her dungeon, for what was to be carbon copied, reinactment upon my eager and willing flesh. w/We were both dripping with excitement, practically tripping over o/Our collective feet, to commence with the whipping. like a junkie high on it’s fix, w/We both lunched head first, into o/Our lust for sadistic fulfillment and masochist suffering.

now for the rest of the story……it became an experience of “revelation” day and “not” one of fulfillment day. there i stood before my Owner, naked, ready and eager to feel Her bullwhip upon my disgusting body. half way into Her warm up of my flesh, i blurbed out the unthinkable……”please Mistress, no more”. my Owner, Madame Victoria Marx and i were shocked with the truth. i could no longer receive Her loving warm up whipping. i had become pain dyslexic, a pathetic excuse for being a masochist, fully incapable of embracing the pain, light pain at best, certainly never able to receive Her ultimate reward of a thorough bullwhipping. saved by my Owner’s love for Her property, i was instantly transformed from masochist, source of Her never ending joy of my suffering, into something else, but what???

the shame, guilt and unbelievable shock knocked me off my feet without warning. i had reached another plateau of life, one that is undeniable. for me, something different for everyone, i had reached a point in my life, where my flesh had become too “thin” to be of any further use, as a suitable whipping surface. just when i think there is nothing more, that my Owner can take away from me, i am once again proven wrong. just like the unforgettable memories of my lost virginity, my first orgasm, my first true love, now i will never forget the day, when my Owner stole my defining bdsm characteristic……loss of my “masochistic” drive. i had become a wimp, no longer worthy of the respectful title masochist. so now what???

my Owner assigned a new designation upon me, a new direction for the balance of my existence. i am now to become Her “humiliation pig”, this in addition to my already being Her “financial pig” and soon on it’s heels......”permanent confinement pig” locked away forever, deep in Her cold basement. there certainly is no secret, that my Owner takes great pride and delight with Her accomplishments to date, of transforming me into Her financial pig, Feminized pig, chastity pig. it seems only naturally that i now become Her humiliation pig. She already has me parading about in public, 100% attired in Feminine attire, now comes while being shuffled through public shopping malls, tethered on a leash affixed to my pink leather neck collar. no opportunity lost to leash me up. no longer discreetly leashed to just my hip, but now a full blown, all out, in Your face tethering, in full public view by my neck. nobody will mistake what their eyes reflect……my complete humiliation, dressing in provocative Feminine attire, collared and leashed, walking two steps behind my Owner’s heels, Her hand in the leash, walking as Her prized poodle, Her owned bitch, two steps behind Her. this is now my new status in life until Her next revelation……”yard pig”……wallowing around in mud 24/7, “lawn mower pig”……mowing my Owner’s soon to be acquired acreage, with an impressive huge lawn, all day long, from sun rise to being returned to my outdoor pig pen at sunset, using a push rotary blade lawnmower, while dressed in a pink ballerina tootoo skirt, pink halter top, pink sneakers and finally, as Her in ground “pit pig”……buried alive, 50 feet deep into the ground, up to my neck in mud, kept alive to amuse my Owner and Her web members, providing them endless orgasm eye candy, accessing me 24/7, using an online stream feed, for all to view.

I welcome my new public “humiliation pig” status and await my Owner’s leash in hand outings !!!