this saturday coming (07-nov-09) my Owner, Madame Victoria Marx, is creating Her very own, in home dungeon. winter is fast approaching and that means treacherous road driving conditions for Her to travel on, as She meets Her loyal minions. winter driving conditions around here is nothing more than “white knuckle terror” at its finest. lots of icy, snow covered, slick roads, just enough when mixed with the every growing car population, that makes for the worst traffic accidents, year after year. this weekend, several of Her devoted bdsm following along with myself, will be put to good labour use, as everyone uses their brawn, to clean out my Owner’s basement, furnace room and the location of my nightly sleep quarters.

everything must go, “except” my sleep quarters under the stairwell. You see.......that’s where the caption of this blog posting fits in. it is every slave’s dream come true, to be the kept and collared keeper of the dungeon. the lucky soul that gets to not only sleep in their Owner’s dungeon, each and every night, but also is expected to maintain the dungeon appearance and readiness for Her next victim of pain and pleasure. as of after this weekend, those new duties shall befall upon myself, providing yet another demonstration of me earning my keep around the House of Victoria. no longer shall i be sleeping night among the various non bdsm keep sakes of my Owner, for they shall all be removed, off sight to a newly acquired public storage warehouse. i shall now sleep among the very instruments of my Owner’s creation of pain and pleasure. it is such a great honour to now share my sleeping quarters with my Owner’s collectables of the bdsm faith.

truly, a slave’s dream come true !!!

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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 !!!

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“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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9. striped away from all my friends and acquaintances, completely immobilized from making any new, in the flesh, human contacts. left with the only alternative to satisfy the pangs of human contact……cyber friendships. even then, but for a fleeting moment, until the time arrives for my Owner to steel them away from me too, with far worse, and dyer consequences in life. forevermore tantalizing my senses, feeling what is lost for all time, torturing my mind with visions of the joys of what friendships once was like, exposed to the effortless comradery, that only others can enjoy. (done)

8. the complete destruction and surrender of my “birth” male pig creature gender. to be transformed in appearance and total humiliation, by my Owner, into a “thing”, not male pig creature, yet not Feminine either. stripped away from it’s outward appearance from what it once was, and now has become. a visual display of shamefulness for all others to point fingers at, to laugh, and to feel my humiliation. a traveling pet of my Owner, while in and on public display, a tribute to the power of my Owner’s Superiority. i am no longer a male pig creature, but now some thing, that wears the attire of the Superior gender…….Woman. dressed in skirts, blouses, stiletto heels, adorned with all the accessories purses, jewelry and obnoxious cheap perfumes. collared and leashed. hand in lease, tethered at the hip, with the leash now resting in my Owner’s hand, i am to be paraded through public shopping malls, grocery stores, and anywhere else, wherever humans congregate, making a public spectacle of myself. (done)

7. envision if You will……a modern day times of “rages to riches to popper” scenario. yes, this can mean but one thing my readers and that would be “financial slavery”. the complete forfeiture of one’s hard earned cash wages, paid to them, after the expulsion of dauntless hours slaving away for the so called man. with effortless ease, my Owner takes every centi earn and sees to it that not so much as a single penny ever again falls into my weak and pathetic palms again. yes, i am to be exploited for every earning potential within me, and ensure that i never see any of the fruits of my labor ever again, but rather, experience total and complete poverty, as my Owner enjoys every scintilla She can bleed from very life energy. done)

6. the greatest of all earthly pleasure, as seen from one’s own selfishness, is to experience endless sexual delights. for any male pig creature, that can be one thing only. to feed with delirious lust worshipping, drinking from and penetrating a Superior Women’s pussy, always craving and lusting after Them. well that be my suffering agony then. more than the simple delight of feeling a massive boner, a woody, a stiff willie, be my second of all pleasure. with the first craving being foiled by Superior Women, with Them have nothing to do with me that involves raw carnal sex with Them. in its wake, i became a serious sexual abuser, by jerking off untold numbers of times daily. the cure was very quick and simple. trading a few minutes of expelled energy, seems nothing compared to the few seconds of pulsating ecstasy, spilling ones pig goo out of their pigtail. as irony would have it, yet how i craved for orgasm denial at the hands of a Superior Woman. to permanently wear a steel chastity cage turning me into a sexually frustrated male pig creature, surely this is the solution to my endless torment. to be denied what my body and mind craves, from such a powerful Superior Woman and Goddess. yes, i must have this. as of 19-may-07 such a passion became a living hellish reality, from which there is no escape. (done)

5. all pathetic male pig creatures are completely unaware of their need to be controlled by a Superior Woman. from birth, they are born inferior, weaklings and a pathetic waste of flesh, but to do one thing in life. that one thing is to serve and worship Superior Women. in essence, to become a slave to the incredible suffering delights of Their mind controlling powers. once a Superior Woman has locked Her antenna onto our low emitting brainwaves, there is no escape. Superior Women are the world’s most cunning creatures of all. They are not troubled from the curse of “two headed thinking”, which is the daily plight of all inferior male pig creatures. the only duplication of head energy here is that Superior Women think using both sides of Their brain simultaneously. even the two headed, one sided brain thinking male pig creature is clearly no match for the perfected Superiority found only in Superior Women. i have always craved to find a Medusa of my own. a Superior Woman that will ontrol my mind and use me to Her own advantage. (done)

4. one should never think of themselves in only one reality. pause for a moment and consider all of life’s possibilities i say. am i truly happy? is there more in store for me? well i’d like to think so. i never chose to be a human being, yet here i am in the flesh, a revolting, living, breathing, male pig creature. what if, for just a moment of frenzied thinking, if we were to strip the excess words of what i am, say like (male) pig (creature) and i become what i am left with. a pig!! well, why not a pig? that is just what i want for my very existence, is to be fully modified(surgically if it were possible, complete with body manipulation of limb removal, complete with voice larynx alteration) into a pig. we are talking about animal objectification. i openly embrace such a treatment of me by any Superior Woman. my Owner has many visions of what’s in store for me and human modification into an animal pig creature, well let’s just say, it is already well on their way to happening. (a work in progress)

3. into every slave’s life comes the craving for more. it is my lusting desire to be imprisoned in my Owner’s basement, locked away from public view 24/7, in a steel bared cage room within the basement walls. the entrance to my locked cell will be guarded by a heavy steel door, one that obscures the view of my very existence within the steel prison, just behind that door. it too is locked to outsiders. there i am to be kept, out of sight to the world, away from any human contact until my Owner decides my final fate. while kept an absolute prisoner under Her commanding control, the space will be a fully kept living accommodation, a one cell/room living and working quarters. from there i shall continue to earn money for my Owner’s bank account and in return i will be rewarded with life above ground. nobody will even know of my very existence, except the very closest of my Owner’s friends and other slaves left to fear similar peril unto themselves. this realty is very much closer than one truly knows. it is a topic of daily ongoing conversation between my Owner and i. internment day is coming and not any day too soon. w/We both crave this event to happen and all energy is being manipulated into making it occur really, really soon. (a work in progress)

2. what would Power and Control be without evidence of its very existence? both my Owner and i crave for others to share in Her magnificent display of human accomplishment. bragging rights no, but yes to a selfish display of sexual delight for my Owner. for Her to look upon my predicament, knowing that others upon the face of this world are doing so too at the same time, well let’s just say it is orgasmic. why shouldn’t my Owner receive notice from the world, as if the continuous orgasms She will be enjoying are not enough? let the world sign in to my isolation and Her greatest glory to date. total enslavement of another living soul, fully exploited for all its “financial slavery” worth. to be used in a manner of being seen as more that an object of profit from both financial and sexual slavery . why shouldn’t my Owner delight in orgasmic release watching me serving Her wants, Her needs and Her demands? i am a slave and nothing more. no longer a human being, treated equal with all the same rights, liberties and freedoms that Superior Women possess. i am nothing more than a male pig creature, slave, chattel, object and possession. i exist for my Owner’s pleasure. so how is such a moment shared with the rest of the world? live internet access using webcams. even in captivity, i will continue expand my Owner’s wealth, from resources ways, by becoming a pay to view website, for other slaves to watch and crave similar treatment by their Owners. of course the site remains free for all Superior Women, so that they too might feel the flood of orgasmic delight at my Owner’s Conquest and enjoy an orgasm or two at my expense. (a work in progress)

now then the number one item on the this pathetic slave’s top 10 list of must experience moments before it dies is

1. i am to be buried alive in a subterranean mud pit, buried all the way up to my neck in thick, slippery, inert clay mud. there to live out the balance of my disgusting life, the ultimate conquest of my Owner, the inevitable demise of my very existence. buried some 50 feet or more into the ground, the surface entry safely guarded by a heavy steel trap lid, locked and welded in place. no special marker to denote that here lays captive a pathetic, worn out male pig creature and slave, slave norma jean. just a steel hatch laying flush with the ground a few pipes (one feeding and the other for air) molded into the concrete ring that surrounds the rusting steel lid. my Owner’s ego stroked from Her finest hour of achievement. also there is yet further evidence of additional rust from Her excretions of Her salty discharge orgasmic juices, from when She returns to pour my liquid pig slop nourishment down the feeding pipe. i am to be kept barely alive, starving for my next revolting meal, whenever it may arrive. knowing that my face and any memory of me, by other humans above ground, has been completely erased once and for all with exception of the live webcams still capturing my image for others to pleasures themselves with. it is the ultimate surrender from a pathetic weakling slave, of it’s most precious gift to it’s Owner…the giving over of one’s life and soul. it is the ultimate Control over such a pathetic, weakling by a Superior Woman and Owner……Madame Victoria Marx !!! (a work
in progress)

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i "respect" the truth Owner, that You have every right to take away from me, the fruits of my labor (commission, volume bonus and insurance cheques); since i am Your kept slave and personal property. by identification i exist as Your "financial slave" with all monies earned being the sole property of You, and You alone. You deserve nothing less from a slave, just as any slave should expect nothing more from an Owner, than to be kept in abject poverty, while contributing all of its earnings to their Owner's bank account. respect is a big attribute shown to a Superior Woman, coming from an inferior male pig creature.

i "thank" You Owner, for seeing worthiness in me, at being Your kept slave and personal property. mere thanks alone can never praise You enough. i am eternally grateful that You have taken away from me all of my financial freedom in addition of the complete removal of my social liberties. i need Your permanent control, to curb forevermore my former wasteful squandering away of my earned commissions, on booze and so called friends. Your taking complete and total control of my once owned bank account and credit cards, compliment Your centurion grip on the commissions i now earn for You, while being an inferior kept slave in Your Dominion.

i "honor" You Owner, by remaining loyal and dedicated to my committed duty, of earning a continuous supply of money to replenish Your bank account. the honor of being at Your grace and mercy, dependant on Your benevolence, fortifies Your Superiority over me and serves as a constant reminder of my inferiority.

i would be nothing, if it were not for You Madame Victoria Marx. You have given to me an "identity" that i had been searching for all of my pathetic life. You have shown me, that my true and net worth as a "financial slave" far out reaches all other reasons for my existence. You already know my sincerity and gratitude for being Your kept slave and personal property. i continually ache for the opportunity to be Your 24/7 incarcerated, locked in slave, behind steel bars, kept in Your basement, away from the light of day and to never again experience any pleasures of this earth, that "freedom" provides You Madame Victoria Marx and other Superior Women. that day can not come soon enough, to become Your "ultimate" kept slave, out of public sight for life.

i am elated that You are expanding Your social activities "without" me being present, making better use of Your personal time, enjoying the full magnitude of Your life in and outside the House of Victoria. watching You grow Your stable of friends (Superior Women), slaves & toys (male pig creatures), seeing You utilize Your own freedom and liberties to the maximum (without me in those moments) makes me extremely happy. i exist for Your pleasure and nothing more. i hope, beg and pray, that You will continue to consume Your disposable time away from me, enjoying to the max, Your new found "self indulging and personal development" pleasures as a Superior Woman and Dominatrix. what better compliment can You give me, than to throw in my face, Your happiness and excitement from pleasuring Yourself with those You choose to be with (other than me), while i am left in the House of Victoria, as Your kept slave? not only is this confirmation, that my usefulness is being valued, but it is preparatory conditioning for the inevitable time wherein i will be permanently locked away 24/7 in Your basement doing what i do best......making You money.

since 01-feb-08, my contribution and worth in providing "financial slavery" income has shown positive results, increasing the quality of Your life, as it should be. You have been able to grow Your stable of slaves, communicate more often (online) with other Dommes/Doms and slaves, attend more bdsm and other social outings from the House of Victoria, and in general appreciate the bdsm lifestyle so much more. in quite and excited comfort, i take sincere pleasure from knowing, that by Your having a "financial slave" (me for now and hopefully many more others added to the prison cells) at Your command and complete disposal, that it is assisting in Your becoming all the Superior Woman You can truly become.

o/Our union as Owner/slave was meant to be Madame Victoria Marx, i am sure of it. i was born to be a slave in life, but i did not know to what capacity. now it is perfectly clear to me. financial slavery gives me the opportunity to witness You, a Superior Woman and my Owner, to grow to Your full potential. through my example of Your achievement and accomplishments, i truly hope that You will enslave other inferior, male pig creatures, as Your financial slave. it is Your right to take from life all that You can, making life serve You all the joys and pleasures You can take from it. i look forward, no make that ache, with a passion, for the day to arrive, when You can lock me away, out of sight and out of mind, other than to excite Your orgasmic juices, at Your accomplishment of taking control of my life in permanent exile, bondage and surrender, existing only as Your financial slave until i depart this earth. respect, thank, honor......yes i certainly think so Owner !!!!

i so love You dear.

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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 !!!!

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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 !!!

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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.

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with Your permission, may i please respond to Your Mistress mail:

"Is She really going to bury you up to your neck in a mud pit?"

yes......my Owner and i quite agree, that my retirement days will be like no others. i "will be" locked away, deep within Mother Earth (this planet's Ultimate Mistress), buried "alive" up to my neck in mud, until the day i eventually pass away. i have an appointment with my destiny and i must keep that appointment.

it is anticipated that i will spend years and years in total isolation, drenched in complete darkness and solitude, cut apart from society in obscure departure. this is not a punishment, nor any form of disgust towards me. my Owner and i have talked at great length about this event and continue to do so on a regular basis. She views it as Her ultimate display of "Control", and i view it as my ultimate display of "surrender". these are the two single most important ingredients to o/Our very existence in the bdsm faith. Control and surrender !!!

i have spent 44+ years of my life, always as a submissive male pig creature, a sexual masochist, and always craving an ever escalating cure for my addiction into pain and suffer. always raising the bar to more and more severity, perpetual affirmation of my bdsm faith, in my life long worship and commitment to Superior Womenkind.

my Owner has spent 30+ years of Her life, always as a Dominant Superior Woman, a sexual sadist, certainly in touch with Her abundant Power from Her life long quest for the ultimate "Control" over a male pig creature, as with me, feeding Her ever escalating cravings for more and more Control. Her conviction of desire keeps Her bdsm faith pulsing through Her veins.

my Owner is also a sexual nymphomaniac and requires no contact sexually to experience an orgasm. Her life is a curse of endless orgasms with a daily perpetual flood of orgasm after orgasm. special consideration of absorbent paper towels have become Her panties; since it is a steady river of sexual excitement for Her. most Women, whether Superior Women or Those who are in the making of becoming a Superior Woman, can not even begin to imagine Her sexual orgasmic flow.

i exist as a fully functioning eunuch. all of my sexual parts perfectly functioning quite well, craving full erections, desiring the heat of torrid sex with Superior Women's cunts, lusting for orgasms myself, thick, heavy discharge of pig goo. but......with one noticable difference......denied entry !!! my Owner has commanded, that i must permanently wear Her stainless steel chastity cage 24/7 (since 19-may-07). i will never again experience sex with a Superior Woman, or by my own hand jerking off. orgasm control and denial at the hands of my Owner, Madame Victoria Marx. quite an ironic clash......Her experiencing endless orgasms, and me not so much a single moment of pleasure sexually.

w/We constantly talk and laugh at just how my being entombed deep within Mother Earth will unfold. it will happen upon my Owner's decision (next purchase within the next 24 months)to purchase an acreage. i will be ordered to crawl behind Her, naked and on my hands and knees. ahead of me, my Owner, hand in leash, chain clipped to my locked collar. the event will be video taped by one of Her dominant Master or Mistress friends. once i have crawled to the ceremonial tomb, i will be ordered to stand up, my toes hugging the steel rim of a dark hole in the ground. it will be surrounded with a cement collar, and a heavy steel hatch, that will be fully opened and laying on the cement on the opposite side to where i am standing. at a point known only to my Owner, She will walk up behind me, unsnap Her leash, but leave the three inch leather collar locked onto my neck. it will be my Owner's cage collar that She locks me into nightly. i will retain on me all of my Owner's stainless steel jewelry consisting of wrist cuffs, stainless steel neck slave collar, and definitely Her stainless steel chastity cage. the moment will be fully video recorded for loving memory and endless playback in my Owner's bedroom each night. then without further adieu, my Owner will make a profound dictatorial, ending in loud laughter, as She raises Her seven inch spiked boot to my ass. without so much as a single doubt in Her mind, She will give me a powerful shove with Her boot, sending me descending into the black abyss. Her laughter will be an unforgettable melody to my ears, on my journey downward, some fifty feet below.

plunged deep into the liquid silty mud, i will splash down hard and deep all the way up to my neck. my face will no doubt be covered in a thick mud coating, covering my facial features completely. as i look upward, i hear my Owner say, "I condemn Your pathetic body and soul to Mother Earth, for the balance of Your disgusting and pathetic life. I shall revel in your suffering and isolation, as you provide me endless orgasms. I love you MY pig and I now seal you in your tomb for life." with a horrific slamming of the heavy steel hatch reverberating in my ears, Madame Victoria Marx will padlock the hasp and i will begin my journey of isolation and exile until i pass away.

my Owner and i continue to work on the various air and feeding tubes ideas, along with the design of Her concrete, mud pit enclosure. it will have a concrete ledge to crawl uo on and raise myself out of the mud to sleep on. of course the ledge will be buried just below the surface, making sure that i will lay straight out covered up to my neck in mud. there will also a video camcorder installed, with a live camera feed to Her bedroom monitor and for live webcam feed to the internet. i will know that She is laying in Her Queen size bed masturbating to endless orgasms, revelling at Her "Ultimate" Control, laughing Her darling ass off at my "ultimate" surrender. feeding Her lust for my global exposure through live, online web feed access, for others to enjoy.

so yes, Mistress, w/We are very serious at me being buried alive in a mud pit, deep within Mother Earth, the Ultimate Mistress.

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last night my Owner informed me, that there may be upcoming travel plans together. two separate occasions of Her determination. this would be the first time traveling to a destination requiring long distance transportation. there is a matter of serious importance......”what to do about my Owner’s stainless steel chastity cage” setting off metal detectors. airports are such a riddled mess of nervous paranoia at best.

there is “no” chance in hell that my Owner will ever release Her pathetic, male creature pigtail from captivity. it was locked up in metal restraint on 19-may-(07) with no mistake, that i shall never again wiggle my Owner’s pigtail freely about unfettered, ever again. so what to do ??? there is no sense of haw, haw at airports and Goddess forbid my Owner’s stainless steel cage be the smoking gun to a foiled terrorist attack (just kidding). travel tickets must be purchased in advance when flying. since there is no haggling over my Owner’s steadfast, iron clad grip of chastity on Her property (Her restrained pigtail), neither from Her, nor from the airport authority (strip search apart), one can not think about the forfeiture of the cost of one slave travel ticket.

the solution......one airplane ticket “first class” for my Owner and as for me, Her kept property......well that is simple enough......one surface “second class” slave ticket. that’s right......while my Owner jets away traveling first class, Her slave will leave days earlier and depart by bus, train, or dog sled, without frills or fanfare, whatever is the cheapest mode of transportation. security on surface travel is considerably more relaxed and one that requires no advance purchase of tickets, one that affords the ability to negotiate a strip search, thus ensuring passage.

there it is then......problem solved !!!

ps: “you’d better be naked and kneeing in the MY hotel room’s closet, when i arrive there. is that clear pig ???”

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cost can take on the appearance of a monetary expense, or anything other than commerce, that has a value depending on the marketplace, or one’s own point of view. here is a detailed and accurate account of what my enrolment cost me, to join those ranks:

invoice (cost) of membership
for
male pig creature......slave norma jean

1. complete and total surrender of “all” my freedom and liberties to roam this earth, a free person, possessed with independent charge of accountability to nobody, for my comings and goings (actions) Value: priceless
2. immediate relocation from my current home, city and familiar surroundings, to those of my Owner, in a city some 300 miles away, in the House of Victoria Value: priceless
3. isolation from and complete removal of contact with all existing friends, regardless of how long those friendships may have existed Value: priceless
4. absolute forfeiture of all my worldly possessions (furniture, collectables, vehicle etc). Value: priceless
5. stripped away from access to cash (bank account, credit cards, present and all future earnings), replaced with becoming penniless, totally dependant upon the mercy of my Owner, a Superior Woman, for food, shelter and clothing Value: priceless
6. orgasm denial for “life” with the immediate wearing of a permanent, 24/7, stainless steel chastity cage no chance ever again for penetrational sex with Superior Women, no chance of enjoying unfettered erections, and certainly no change of ever again rejoicing in ecstasy from an orgasm, the magnitude of such scale is demonstrate with the following example of my former “daily” sexual appetite and relief from jerking off 4-5 times daily; since my enslavement on 19-may-07 to today’s date 05-feb-09 (5 x per day x 627 elapsed days = 3,135). That’s 3,125 “lost” orgasms to date Value: priceless
7. male pig creature comforts with the loss of my king sized bed, and any bed in general; since my imprisonment in the House of Victoria 01-feb-08. i now sleep in my Owner’s steel cage measuring 4’ x 3’ x 3’; which is locked with a padlock each night, kept in the furnace room, in the cold, dark basement, under the stairwell. total confinement hours to date since 01-feb-08 to 04-feb-09 = 2,090 hours + 32 minutes (divided by 24 hours per day) = 87 days, almost 3 months being kept locked up behind bars with continuous 24 hours a day confinement Value: priceless
8. total elimination of my one true leisure habit (heavy drinking of vodka) a 26 ounce bottle per day, at $18.00 per bottle x 365 days Value: $6,570
9. gender theft......disguarding of all male pig creature clothing apparel including jewellery and replacing same with 100% Women apparel, along with the loss of my birth male pig creature name, replaced with that of a Feminine name of slave norma jean Value: priceless
10. nefarious sundry items such as loss of eating solid food (replaced with liquid pig slop, comprised of garbage toss outs), loss of the use of cutlery, plate ware and drinking glasses, replaced by daily dietary intake of pureed liquid pig slop from a funnel attached to my Owner’s steel sleep and discipline cage Value: priceless
11. restricted access to pockets of spare time to relax in leisure comfort, replaced with the role of domestic maid responsible for all mundane housekeeping duties such as laundry, vacuuming, dusting, windows, floors, dishes etc. Value: priceless
12. the ultimate surrender of any and all human characteristics......being viewed as a human, possessing equality with all others, replaced with an escalating spiral downward to eventual realization of becoming an animal......a “pig” Value: utterly and completely “priceless”

so i say to all aspiring candidates of slavery, weigh the “cost of membership” to this time valued tradition, before You enrol, to a lifetime commitment to an irreversible and very rewarding reality, of becoming the next kept male pig creature. slavery may not be for everyone, but for the lucky few like myself, i wish You welcome, my fellow “slaves”.

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02-feb-09

it was a bit wordy, my response to You Mistress XXXXXXXXX, but something of such importance could not be responded to with a one liner reply.

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my Owner has secured Her precious, little pigtail into Her stainless steel chastity cage in may/07. it has remained all locked up every since, and it will remain a permanent prisoner to Her commanding orgasm & denial control for life. this is by no means a game for Her and i, but it is a truthful reality. how could one person desire to torture another’s mind and body with a cruel retreat from the other ever again experiencing the joys of an erection, orgasm, or to enter the folds of a Superior Woman’s temple ? why would such torment become the reality and new norm ? why, why, why ?

this story is not so much about the acceptance or understanding of the magnitude of the permanent denial of another’s sexual delight, for the sweet embrace of that loss onto another. no, this story is about something altogether different.

“may i please show You something Madame Victoria Marx. could You please step into the light for a moment ?” that is how this memorable moment began, as i stood before my Owner’s mirror, holding Her pathetic, little pigtail. something that would look best attached to a child and certainly not a man, still though, none the less useless, void of any satisfaction for any “real” Superior Women, to ever enjoy as an instrument of “Her” sexual satisfaction.

there came forth a bellowing mixture of laughter and shocking insults, words meant to cut deep into the lily soft mush of Her properties pig brain. expressions of humiliation emanating from my Owner’s lips, as She gazed down at the barnacle encrusted, filthy little pig snout, the feature point of Her possession. It was corroded in calcium deposits, not only reserved to the stainless steel chastity cage, but surprisingly enough, to the very pig snout itself. how was it possible that barnacles would build up on pig flesh, that was the shocker ? there i was naked, fully exposed before my Owner, my Owner’s pigtail in hand, lifting it upward, so that my Owner could inspect Her property.

i had always kept Her property well maintained so i thought. i mean what with using a discarded eyelash brush, from one of Her emptied containers, that She had tossed into the garbage. i always kept Her pigtail clean, so i thought, as i shower the pig filth off Her property each and every morning. so how did this all happen, and what was i going to do to sanitize the pig snout ?

clr (a calcium deposit removing agent), something that is advertised on the television. something, that is available from any store that sells hardware and home cleaning products. the irony is that the advertisement doesn’t mention anything at all about such an application ??? (note to self......i shall have to write them of this revelation, along with pictures). perhaps we’ll all see my public humiliation on the tube ???

there i was dipping my Owner’s wick (pig snout) into a small cup, standing naked in the bath tub, soaking my Owner’s pig snout in clr. the hideous laughter that spew forth was beyond humiliating to my sows ears, but i deserved some pig rendering from my unkept sanitation.

the moral of this story......a pig is a pig, is a pig, is a pig !!! what self respecting Superior Woman could ever crave a pig snout in Her ? now You see why my Owner treats me as Her pig and makes sure that this little porker never gets to touch a Superior Woman in that manner ever again. as an added touch of heaven joy and comfort for my Owner, She has made sure that i shall never again fall victim to my own vile, filthy and outlandish piggish ways, of jerking off ever again. Her chastity cage is as permanent to this sow’s carcass, as there can be no doubt, that my freedom to rut about, as a free man on this planet, will never again be experienced by this pig. the line has more than been drawn in the sand. i am no longer viewed as being a living “human” being, but now exist as an animal, one that enjoys the celebrated status of “pig”.

spare the pigtail and spoil the bacon. well, certainly that it is the thought, here in the House of Victoria !!!

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Control can come in many forms, but for the purposes of this writing, such Control is to be measured out in terms of daily nourishment of the male pig creature. i am a collared, kept and Owned male pig creature to Madame Victoria Marx. truly a Superior Woman in all regards of the word. it is the expressed desire of my Owner, that i become known to others as Her “pig”, nothing more than an animal, non human being. something that is and will forevermore be inferior in all form of measurement. so it should come as no surprise to anyone, that i must also take my daily nourishment in a manner equivalent to that of a pig, and nothing more.

my Owner believes that animals and humans must be kept apart when it comes to dietary intake and the manner in which it is accomplished. humans use plates, glasses, knives and forks. animals (pigs) must consume their nourishment in a liquid format; which for me is administered down the feeding funnel, that is attached to my steel sleeping & discipline cage, or in the form of mush (wet dog food and or squished food groups) ingested from off my Owner's feet and toes. it is Her contention, that i am never to be permitted the right to consume my nourishment like a human does, and i am never permitted to chew my food and use my teeth upon same. for the most part of my existence, i am to drink my nourishment, thus using teeth and chewing a completely redundant process. on rare occasions....my Owner will take me out for rewards like last night to a fish and chip establishment, but this is only as a treat. in order to keep my energy levels up and to maintain good health, i am also permitted to snack on fruit, around the lunch hour, but it must be mushed up and tossed into my metal slave bowl, where upon, i place it on the cold basement floor and lay upon the surface completely naked. i must dive my face into the bowl and consume the food in like manner, like a pig.

You see all of this has a very profound purpose for what lays ahead. all of this is in preparation for me, when i will eventually to be fed from an animal trough, attached to my very own and very real outdoor pig pen. there i must wade out to the deep end of my muddy pen, all the way up to my neck, while on fettered hands and knees. i will be expected to put my head into the trough and slurp up the pig slop. no standing since my arms and legs will be bound together keeping me reduce to height of a farm animal. such a pretty sight i will be too, wearing a full latex pig hood. of course it will be fitted over top of my head and secured by a leather strap and buckle, nicely padlocked into place. this will be my fate all summer long. left outside all day long to wallow around in the mud. this will be coming very soon....likely next year or the year following. my Owner intends to purchase an acreage, so that She can do all sorts of evil things to me.

my Owner and i have an appointment with my destiny. in yet a time not so distant than now, a time known only to my Owner, i shall be deposited alive into the earth, deep in the ground, a locked steel hatch keeping me a prisoner in my Owner’s specially created mud pit, for the balance of my existence. existing as nothing more than a filthy pig to my Owner, i shall bring countless untold orgasms to my Owner, as She revels in the ultimate surrender of my former and once proud functional, totally in command human existence, now transformed to Her vile, revolting, and filthy little “pig”. no longer human, but now a member of the animal Queendome !!!

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is there a doctor in the house ? You won’t believe it but here goes……!!!

there is an old expression handed down to people of my generation, here in north America (ok……canada). it is……”beware of greeks bearing gifts”. well i was visted by the greek Goddess of love, or something very much like it yesterday. You see……i was loading up a raft of pictures of myself for my blog on another site, and that is when it happened. i was so excited by the images, that a natural rush mounted in my loins. even though my Owner’s “little peanut is kept locked away from my probing fingers, safely secured from my access, behind Her stainless steel chastity cage, something rather remarkable happened. it was as if the greek Goddess of love and fertility blessed me with a generous gift.

sploosh !!! no, i mean sploooooooosh !!!

after being in imprisonment, locked up behind my Owner’s steel cage from hell, a full 15+ months and still counting, Her “little peanut” erupted with a hideous amount of cum belching forth. i was so shocked (but fortunately enough to stop from peeling my pink panties down to the floor and catching the hideous gush of cum in my hand), by my first orgasm in so many months time. imagine, not even so much as my laying one finger on the “little peanut”. just out of the blue, an eruption of tremendous voracity. of course i did what any good male pig creature and slut might do….i caught every morsel of it and then proceeded to lick and suck my fingers clean. not a single lick was wasted, as it all slide down my throat. if anyone had told me that i could cum without either stroking or choking the very snot out of it, or from not penetrating a hot, moist pussy, i’d have said to them…..”yeah, right !!!”

i can’t remember the last time I “ever” had so much cum. obviously it all cums down to not having any orgasm in the past 15 months. i am at a permanent state of desire, that i am always feeling a tingling sensation in the eye of my Owner’s “little peanut”. it is always pressed hard against the steel bars of my imprisonment, always crippled and swollen up in a fettered chub of an erection, denied a free standing and full erection, much to my Owner’s revels of sadistic delight. how She loves the Control from my erection and orgasm denial, just for Her personal pleasure. knowing that i am constantly suffering with desire for both, leaves Her warm and cuddly all over inside. a perverse sickness She enforces upon me, knowing that Her “little peanut” is a perfecting function male pig tail that will again experience full erections, complete orgasms, nor ever be permitted to fuck a Woman ever again.

now for the guilt……do i dare own up and confess to my Owner of my decadent indulgence in orgasmic delight ? never wanting to hold anything back and forever being truthful to my Owner, i confessed my sins of exaltation later on that evening. it brought forth an immediate response from Her……and Goddess bless Her wonderful soul, it was not one of anger. She burst forth into hideous laugher at my pathetic existence and experience. thank Goddess…..She wasn’t angry at me. after She was able to compose Herself from laughing at me and humiliating me so, She reminded me that the stainless steel chastity cage was not ever coming off of me…”not ever”. i remarked……that perhaps i might be revisited by my new found friend (the greek Goddess), with yet another much enjoyed orgasm, like the one i last experienced. hopefully the next one won’t take so long to arrive like the last one. i stood there lost in reflective memory, thinking back to the days when i had freedom, before my Owner’s Control of me. those were the times…..jerking off to internet porn 3, 4, 5 times a day, hundreds and even thousands of orgasms a year. now a prisoner of my Owner’s tight grip on Her “little peanut” ……. one orgasm after 15+ months and even then purely by accident. how i suffer so, under the tight Control of my Owner, Madame Victoria Marx !!!

“Bad bitch……go to your cage !!!”

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the scent of pig soup fills the air with it's rich aroma. what a Goddess awful looking mess of garbage. i say garbage, because that is exactly what it is really. check it out for Yourself then:

. the guts to bell peppers
. freezer burnt salad greens
. cut ends of vegetable...onions, cucumbers, tomatoes, etc
. coffee grinds from numerous pots of coffee (five or six brewings)
. this mornings left over Owner coffee
. table scrapes from my Owner's dinner plates a collection of all
sorts of food....various pastas, salmon, potatoes
. various left over sauces from the fridge
. molding cheddar and parmesan cheeses
. half a bag of barley
. 16 cups of water
. bulk bin raisins and peanuts excluded from my Owner's trail mix
. 1 1/2 cups of white sugar
. Goddess knows what else such as table scrape meat torn from the bones

today my Owner informed me that from this very point forward, it will be a steady diet of exercise, pig soup and water for me. this will be my permanent diet from here on out. i am to suffer the ravages of constant hunger from consuming one meal per day....pig slop and to never again experience the taste and thrills of flavors, smells and consistency of chewing food ever again, something left only for Owners, Mistresses and any other Superior Women.

i am to be made ready for when the eventual day arrives for my permanent internment in the ground. i will be keep behind a locked down hatch, deep in the ground. kept in absolute darkness, air tubes and feeding tubes piped down to me. for the most part of my day, i will be kept standing upright, buried up to my neck in mud, piss, and excrement for the balance of my existence on this planet. there will be either a neck support brace to keep me from suffocating in the vile filth; while i fall asleep, or there may even be a small sleeping ledge for me to pull myself up onto, during sleep durations. that decision has not yet been formulated by my Owner. the hatch will be permanently padlocked. i will never again see the light of day.

of course such a day will only arrive, when i am no longer of any further use to my Owner. when my Owner has no requirement for my domestic services and at the end of my cash earning potential. at least i will fulfill Her depraved lust for personal sexual satisfaction, knowing that i am being kept alive, suffering in isolation, providing Her with endless orgasms at my permanent confinement, deep within the ground.

how i pray for this day to arrive soon.

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my very own fan wishing to meet me. i was all aghast in Girlish delight, for there i was in the presence of Royalty. yes, a rare and beautiful Princess…..Princess Brittney. a world class traveler from a neighboring province, here to share some of Her precious time with my Owner and me, basking in devilish thrills, on a much needed summer vacation.

there She graciously stood, welcoming u/Us into Her domain. fully dressed in Women’s attire. it looks like Her Grace’s trip to visit my Owner, has proven to be more than a simple and superfluous whimsy. just the very day before, my Owner and Princess Brittney, were out shopping for a complete ensemble of Women’s clothes. You see…..the Princess, had She not kissed the frog, wink, wink, nod, nod….would still be prince charming himself. oh to be the fly on the Women’s changing room wall, as this was a Royal secret of Her’s to scandalously bare all, transforming into a beautiful Princess . Her first real venture forth, into the stimulating world of Women’s apparel. warm and inviting pastel colors, a peach blouse, and matching sexy camisole, highlighting Her perky breasts, that were nestled delicately in Her sinfully bashful bra. gorgeous french laced, cream colored, stay up stockings, accenting Her slender legs. a soft, elegant pair of creamy beige, cotton slacks, gracing Her desirous body. such a petite and sexy little jewel She is.

it seems that Princess Brittney is rather mischievous, for it was also Her desire to have Her darling bottom spanked, by my Owner. in actual fact…..it was quite a bit more than a sound spanking She craves, as it soon would prove to bear. with daring interpretation, Princess Brittney specifically requested a canning, Her very first, yet another first amongst firsts. now what good little bad Girl wouldn’t desire such a treat?

quite as a church mouse, at it’s first holy communion, i busied myself as the Royal photographer, snapping pics of Her Grace, in some not so Royal poses, if you get my drift. yes….i’m sure you do. bad Girl, bad Girl….who You going to call ??? hummmm, such a magnificent joy to catch the other side of pretty. after considerable pomp and pageantry, all a gaggle with awh, the pics were snapped and memories were forged. certainly a Royal album of photographs that would leave the pavarottzi soaking wet, in their sexy, italian, leather pants.

too bad national inquirer, for these photographs will remain in the private collection of Princess Brittney.

eat your heart out !!!

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i mean just think about it, there i am dressed in leather, italian black leather pants, that’s softer than the flesh which holds my Owner’s balls…testicles…sheesh, a black leather jill strap…ok….cod piece…..come on now….jock strap, a scintillating, cheeky red, slutty nylon shell, and a black leather, burly man, muscle zip vest. my pretty painted pig toes are resting, snuggly, in my zipped three quarter kid leather boots.

attentively i fetch my Owner a drink to cool Her from the dry, warm air. all around u/Us are endless morsels of eye candy. Owners and their property in various groupings, chatting it up and having a blast. slaves serving their Owners and Owners ignoring them, while in meaningful conversation with other Superior Goddesses. the room fills with laughter and the it begins to vibrate. next thing i know i am being whisked away to the dungeon for some much needed whipping.

stripped down to my just my jill strap, i am Commanded to assume the position over the padded whipping bench. before i can muster a brain fart, my wrists are shackled down in thick leather restraints and my torso is cinched down extremely tight. something new…..my head is laced into a black leather hood with nothing more than a nostril opening….all others closed over. trussed up, ready for action, now i must quiver in near silence and darkness, as my senses are darkened in blackness. unable to escape my fate, but then again, why would i seek freedom ??? then it begins.

for the next hour and more, my Owner reins Supreme, paddling, strapping, and flogging my ass. one gigantic, continuous river of orgasm for my Owner, as She pounds my flesh, fulfilling Her sadistic pleasures. confession…..i am beside myself, drinking in the background laughter from other club members, as they socialize on both levels of the club. Women in Their element of Control, laughing in between aggressive chatter. silence from Their property, as they serve their Owner’s needs. rhythmic, satanic, evil music tantalizing the brain, perfect flogging music, as my Owner avails Herself to its rapture.

a much needed pause from the steady flogging, my Owner backs away, leaving me secured to the bench, standing bent over, ass trolling in the air. hot crossed buns, steaming in heat from the sound whipping….shocked ooohs and awes from the curious onlookers, with proclamations……”oh Owner….if You ever whipped me as hard as She is doing to Her slave, i’d cry !!!” yes, i dare say. my Owner knows no mercy, no restrain, no limit to Her sadistic thrill from pounding my flesh with all of Her full out might. She is saturated in sweat and coated in Her orgasmic flood of juices.

tap, tap…..poke, poke !!! what’s this i think. wait a minute…..it is the familiar feel of my Owner poking Her joy stick, black monster, cock, dildo, against my eager cunt. i can’t believe my senses. my Owner has decided to publicly fuck me, right there in the open for any and all others to witness. oh my good Goddess. i am going to be publically fucked, my greatest dream come true. how i have craved for such humiliation, to have my cunt taken with no care or worry for my privacy. to be fucked without dignity…..yesssss, thank You Madame Victoria Marx, thank You !!!!

Her black Bitch is a torrid eight inches of pure milking delight. with no warning, my Owner sides Her curved banana dick deep into my cunt, stripping away any dignity i may have had. stroked and milked, squirting cum into my jill piece i was not so gently fucked by my Owner. i was ridden hard and put away soaking wet, dripping excess milk from the jill piece, down onto the floor. like a rodeo pig i was used and abused for my Owner’s delight. a nice savage, public fucking, right there in the open, there for all to witness.

“ Shut the fuck up and enjoy the ride pig !!! “

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friday night i was taken to my Owner's local private members bdsm club for a good whipping. almost immediately upon o/Our arrival, my Owner leading me in with chain leash attached to my collar into the club, i was led to the large wooden cross and shackled to it. naked with the exception of my black leather jill strap, or cod piece.....You know jock strap...sheesh. my Owner was greeted by the club Owner and was given a pleasant surprise of being presented with four customer made floggers. a try them out to see which one is a must have sort of thing. my buttock was given a much heated warm up from my Owner's new silver studded, black leather paddle and then the real pleasure began. i was flogged with all four of the trial floggers along with my Owner's private collection of floggers and straps. ecstasy was in the air, and i don't mean the pill form. although ecstasy was the right pill for me in my more uncontrolled past. no, i mean the exhilaration form of ecstasy this time, for both myself and my Owner. after spending several hours there, both with me shackled to the cross and in the socializing rooms, w/We departed for home, back to the House of Victoria.

"get naked and make yourself ready for the cage", were the orders from my Owner. it was 12:30 am and time to sequester me to my Owner's locked steel cage. She felt very generous with my confinement and quickly informed me that it would be a weekend of pure pleasure for the both of u/Us. how true this is.

for the next 33 hours, i was left a prisoner of Her locked steel cage. the cage cover insured complete darkness, not to mention the much needed retention of body heat for my incarceration. i was permitted to wear a slippery, blue nightie, but that was all. there i lay in a locked steel cage all cramped up in a space measuring 4 feet x 3 feet x 3 1/2 feet high. basically a twelve square foot or 36 cubic foot space. this is "pardon the pun" no small feat, considering i stand six foot, one inch tall and weigh nearly 200 lbs.

come feeding time, two times a day, i was fed through an elaborate plastic pipe assembly that wove through the cage bars. the cover was left on, so as not to allow either of u/Us to glance upon the other. there in the pitch dark of blackness, my Owner poured small amounts of liquid slave soup (read my other blog postings for the recipe of filth) followed with clear water to wash the filth into my stomach. after each gulp, i rendered my praise and worship to my Owner, with a "thank You Owner" comment up the pipe. when She was done with my nocturnal style feeding, She exited the room, leaving me in the cold, dark basement, under the stairwell, nicely locked away and ignored. other than my feeding times, i was completely ignored by my Owner, as if i didn't matter, nor exist. i could hear Her leave the House of Victoria for places unknown, as She zoomed off in the car leaving me to my own worries.

finally i was released to accompany my Owner for a much needed foot massage on sunday. something of a nightly venue, but one missed friday and saturday nights. after all.....it is all about Her and nothing about me !!!

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if there is one thing that really, really, bugs this slut, it is the misuse of blogs. for Goddess sakes bdsmers....get it together. the word is blog "not" daytime soap opra....as the world turns, in endless "diary" entries from the lost, the weak, the forgotten !!! dear diary.....i lost my virginity today, oh bitch....am i pmsing ???

the media of blogging is for individuals to transcribe a message across to obviously the bored masses, who must suffer the abuse of cerebral brain candy. something that just has to be expressed, regardless of how unimaginative and innate it really is. something that when added up at the end of the day, won't total to the sum of all its parts. you know....useless crap meant to relieve one's own mind serving as a constant reminder of just how we are all insignificant, little specs on this earth.

but no wait a minute.....the young minds....awe yes, Goddess bless the youth of today.....we have to use the blog to infect the natural decay of things, you know the bismal state of the union as it were, by taking a great vehicle of communications like the blog, and turning it all into a cespool of useless crap.

ok....now that i've got that off my mind (really, just one brain cell working like a hamster on a tred wheel)......dear diary.........please deliver me from swedish furniture !!!

the cunt !!!

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nothing makes a kept pig happier, than to wear the marks of complete and total Ownership of his Goddess. once the idea passes into reality, the results are most gratifying and fulfilling, for both parties. something that separates the “vanilla” life forms of this fucked up world, from the committed “bdsm” community is readily noticed by the replacement of a piece of gold (wedding ring) for that of a brand, a tattoo, a stainless steel neck collar, or in my case all of the above. just ask any Woman that has been lied to by the stereo type male pig. come on Girls, we all know them. the ones that remove the wedding band as they arrive to pick You up in there dickmobiles. another popular extension of their wasted male ego, a real testosterone pumper. fast cars, wild Women and lies, lies and more lies.

all Women that are in a monogamous relationship with a “male pig”, should at very least, lock Their Property up in a stainless steel chastity device. how much better that would be, saving Women from loss of Their precious time and virtue, from those deceitful, treacherous pond scum, that only wish to dip their wicks in the anointed oil of passion. male creatures will say and do anything to rub loins together. yes even lie their collective asses off.

as for me, my Owner has several tattoos of Ownership on my body, that would clearly tell any Woman to walk on past me. first, there is no wedding ring on my finger; since it is not necessary. i wear a stainless steel collar around my neck. then there is the stainless steel collar around my waist. then there are two stainless steel waist bracelets around my wrists. just to completely pacify my Owner’s mind, She has me locked up in a stainless steel chastity cage. all of these devices are worn 24/7. but hold on, that’s not the end of it. around my wrist is a tattoo that reads….”property of V”. those words are on either side of a capitalized letter “V” and the entire tattoo links up in one continuous band. next, She has tattooed a set of slave tags on my chest, that appears as if it is suspended from my stainless steel neck collar. two tags, one reading “V’s” and the other “slave”. hold on, it does not end there. there is brand/tattoo combination on my left thigh. one single capitalized three in letter “V” with the date of my being permanently collared tattooed immediately below the brand. the next step will be to boarder the “V” brand with tattoo ink, thereby encasing the burnt flesh in black ink. today, i was told more tattoos and burns are on the way. She is not finished at shelving my sex capades.

i’d say that my days of fast cars and wild Women are now behind me for good. hell, for me it is even a greater loss than that. my Owner revels at Controlling my orgasms and erections using the stainless steel chastity device. it will never come off me and i will never again experience either joys again. She is a very strict Owner in this regard. just think Ladies……wouldn’t it be nice if all Women took Control of the male pigs in their life in this manner. there’d be more time to relax and enjoy life to the fullest as their male pigs tend to full domestic duties. finely…….time to enjoy manicures and pedicures, tend the health spas, go for a swim, value Women only social gatherings, and lets not forget…..so much pussy to lick……hummmmm !!!

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how i have longed all of my life to be recognized for what i am……a slave, and especially one in the service and Ownership of a Superior Woman. they say if You are fortunate to live long enough, You will experience all that life has to offer. on that note….yes, I have an appointment with my own destiny, a moment of greatness, when i’m going to realize my finest expectation of glory. i will become my Owner’s living, breathing, slave, dedicating all that i am and ever will be, to Her. henceforth, i shall forevermore, become second in stature, respecting my Owner’s commanding, authoritative, head of the family role, being that of my Supreme Owner. this is a glorious moment in my life. one that humbles me to my knees, in deepest gratitude, joy and love of my Owner, Madame Victoria Marx.

…… thank You, and ……” i do “… take Your hand in holy wedlock, to honor, worship and obey all the days of my enslaved life !!! ……

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shangri-la is much more than the daily rewards of a sound thrashing from my Owner's flogging. an exotic reprieve from the ravages of domestic maid duty. a heavenly place of sanctuary, where there are no locks, no pain, no suffering. a decadent place where ebb meets flow and joy meets pleasure. a peaceful place of harmony that soothes all your senses at the same time.

i once had a favorite forest retreat, very private and all. i'd remove all of my clothes and just stand there, drinking in the peace and quite. well, not total quiet. plenty of humming and activity from all the mosquitoes and deer flies. i remember remarking...."come and get it Girls. feed off the smorgasbord of my life. come take a pint of my hot, red blood and feed Your babies." then after an hour of offering my flesh and blood to the insects, i'd take a dip in the thick, mud pit left behind from the decades of dwindling flow of water, from the nearby creek, that i had discovered in the forest. how i loved to wallow around in the thick silty mud for hours. then i'd bask in the hot, beaming rays of the sun, just a turtle might do, as the rays cascaded down into the forest from the open canopy. there i'd scrap off the drying mud away from my body, before getting dressed. those were the most peaceful hours of my life. how i miss them.

i moved down to my Owner's home, some 300 kilometers away from my personal shangri-la. She has informed me that w/We will need to ferret out a similar location in the forested areas around here. She will leave me all tied up to the trees, naked for hours, as the insects feast upon my exposed flesh, feeding Their babies with my blood; while She departs for more civilized pleasures at Her hair salon. She will bath in warm and inviting attention from the attendants for hours. upon Her departure to collect me, a rich hypnotic scent from the chemicals of the hair products, will fill the air, luring any unsuspecting male creatures, leaving them helpless, a drooling puddle of pathetic desire, wishing to serve and obey my Goddess. She is a wonderful sadist and how She feeds my masochistic pleasures. hopefully there will also be a mud pit close by for me to wallow about in.

hard to take the "pig" out of the male pig !!!

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my Owner was feeling restless and up for some action, at the private members only bdsm club. fortunately, She met the challenge of what to do with commanding brilliance. it had been awhile since o/Our last visit to the club and my Owner felt that a public flogging would qualm Her Sadistic thirst, for seeing me writhing in pain.

no time was wasted with frivolities. no need to encourage idle chatter from the other club patrons. Madame Victoria Marx had but one commanding urge to fulfill and that was nothing short of a sound thrashing of Her property. it is not like that i lipped back to Her, or that i disappointed Her in any manner of poorly preformed domestic duties. no, it was a clear matter of selfish delight. She wanted to see me squirming as She whipped my ass, bringing Her tantalizing relief, pleasure and orgasmic joy. She had been down a pint of pain, after having to divert Her time to other pressing matters this past week. now it was Her time to revitalize Herself, and i was the perfect target for Her relief.

strapped down over top of the padded leather whipping bench, wrists secured to the d-rings, arms criss crossed for added visual effects, there i was, "balls naked and butt ready" for my Owners torturous pleasure. generally a good warm up period of fifteen or twenty minutes preceded the sadistic beating that would follow, but this time my Owner had found a way to speed up the process. She had acquired a nice firm leather paddle to stimulate and prepare my ass checks faster. the blood pooled up just under the surface of my flesh much faster, than with other warm ups of the past. in ten minutes time i was being severally beaten, much to my Owner's delight. the sounds of my flesh being hammered from Her paddle and whips reverberated throughout the room, and all the way down into the club socializing area. there i was, bound helplessly to the whipping bench, listening to the sounds of chatter and laughter from the other patrons, as i lay there being pounded on, satisfying my Owner's carnal lust for my suffering. others feared to venture too close to Her, as She delivered a stellar performance of savage whipping. praise on Her whipping style by other patrons, and wincing looks from others, my Owner indulged to gluttonous delight, Her juices flowing with orgasmic rush.

the spot lights reflected upon my Owner and my fully exposed ass, raising the temperature significantly. my Owner drenched in the joys of Her physical exertion, She succumb to periodic smoke breaks, leaving me unattended, there to nurse the raised welts that marred my formerly, lily white ass. a promise was made to bring Her bullwhip next week for Her added enjoyment. yes, that's right. w/We are making a return trip to the club next friday. it is a night catering to the more severe, serious members. this will be a night to remember for sure and certain one that should leave me ass dripping with release of my blood.

Goddess, how i too, love the bullwhip !!!

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say…..brain cell flash…..the ground has thawed and birds are feasting on the fresh abundance of worms and insects. that reminds me….it is time to make my annual trek to the local bait store for several dozen live worms. how both my Owner and i enjoy Her rewarding me with live worms. the trick is not to be so damn needy and aggravate my Owner with my gluttonous craving for them. i do hope that my Owner begins Her annual feeding of worms to me soon. outside of being fed live maggots, worms and maggots are the only two food groups that i don’t mind eating alive. now why do i crave such vile creatures ??? i suppose that i will have plenty of time to ponder that bewilderment, when i am permanently interned neck deep, locked into my Owner’s mud pit, for the balance of my existence, once She has tired of having me around in person. i sure hope that a trip to the live bait store is among my Owner’s visits over this weekend….please, please, please. what a whiny little bitch i am.

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what an unexpected and delightful surprise, to find that my Owner prepared a special “anniversary lunch” for me today. generally i must dine on slave soup, a foul concoction, mostly consisting of revolting ingredients, collected from the garbage holder (coffee grinds, egg shells, dated, spoiled, or freezer burnt food, chopped ends and bruised parts of vegetables) and if i’m really lucky, scrapings off my Owner’s dinner plate.

yes, today was special. not by the fact that my Owner was feeding me my slave lunch from Her pink, steel, slave bowl, the one that i must consume all of my meals from, but moreover, because She prepared a “chewing” meal for my mandibles to gnarl into. generally all of my meals are slave soup, purely liquefied, requiring no chewing whatsoever.

my eyes bugged out of my head as i starred down a full, right to the brim, slave bowl of ……. canned corned beef, diced potatoes, garlic spiced mush. awe but wait…..the special ingredient…….my Owner’s nectar. Her rich, salty fluids splashed into the bowl along with the other ingredients, thus bringing the meal together in a most palatable consistency. a meal fit for a male creature pig.

not one spec, not one morsel of heavenly reward was left behind. with teeth nashing away, i scooped up my Owner’s offerings into my mouth, elated that at least once a year, i am permitted to “chew” my food, like Superior, Feminine Owners do. a day to remember and cherish. certainly one that warms my heart with happiness, knowing that i exist as Her property, possession, and chattel.

thank You Madame Victoria Marx
slave norma jean

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now that my Owner has plucked me from the pond scum of edmonton, alberta, canada, a year ago april/07, life couldn’t be more spectacular for either one of u/Us. i was Commanded to reside in the House of Victoria on 01-february-08. i had to surrender my home of 5 years, all of my physical assets comprising of furniture and vehicle, bank account, credit cards, present and future earnings, disconnect from all of my friends and suffer untold mental and physical stress from my Owner’s Control and Denial of me never again experiencing sexual orgasms, erections, or penetrational sex.

i am permitted to live the balance of this life in the manner i was created for. none other than that of a “slave” 24/7. i never see beyond the front door of my Owner’s home, nor am i to encourage physical visitation from past friends and most certainly, no establishing any new ones other than cyber friends. it is very comforting living with the knowledge that i am Owned and live as a kept pig, a chattel, possession, just another thing that my Owner has added to Her private collection. fully chastised in a permanently locked, stainless steel device 24/7, and one that will never be removed so long as i am alive.

aside from my expected daily service to my Owner, that i must deliver each and every day, from the very moment of my release from my Owner’s locked steel, sleeping cage, to when i am returned each and every night, i exist solely to serve, worship, obey and toil away at my Owner’s delight. She has removed me from my drab life as a “vanilinite” entity, and transformed me into Her vision She had for me, and into Her prized possession. fully feminized, no longer existing in identity as a male creature. complete identity theft (in name) and total transformation (100% Women’s apparel) into Her slut, slave norma jean. public humiliation titillates Her senses and mine, as i am paraded among the odd looking vanilla masses in shopping malls, tethered to a short leash, w/We walk hand in leash together. a movie coming soon to a theatre near You.

i no longer exist as just another chauvinistic male creature…male pig….no, not by any means. now i exist as a kept slave to my Owner, Madame Victoria Marx. what goes on in the House of Victoria is nothing different from all other households of great distinction, wherever Women of Supreme Intellect and Prominence Rule. i am used and abused to my Owners satisfaction, in all the manners or ways that duly accustom any Mistress and Her property. all of Her worldly pleasures are stimulated and restimulated, culminating in Her joyous excitement of unlimited orgasms. Her sadistic thrills are endless, and the torture sinister, worthy of the underworld’s creation. life without pain is nothing more than a day without stress…boring and unimaginative. torn, ripped and branded flesh, bondage in rope, leather and steel, whips, paddles, canes the like, nothing is denied and everything is expelled upon this willing piece of shit.

as i sup upon my daily slave soup rations, laying naked upon my Owner’s cold, concrete, basement floor, i reflect with great happiness at what has become me. throw away the placebo and toss me the hard pill to swallow, for it fires up my soul with untold happiness. thank You my Owner for plucking me from the pond scum of my terminal existence up in edmonton. it is a great honor to serve and worship Your Magnificence !!!

happy “first” year anniversary Madame Victoria Marx.

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this week was exactly as all others.

regular nightly two hour long, evening foot massages, to my Owner’s very tired feet. A demand for service that extends all week long, culminating with added delights of a full body massage every wednesday and sunday mornings. an opportunity to soothe away the stress and pent up anger and rage from my Owner having to deal with moronic, male creatures, all week long. exotic, tantalizing music of my Owner’s pleasure wafting thru the air, melodic melodies sifting by Her restful ears, numbing Her senses with tranquility, as Her slave busies herself as Madame’s masseuse.

a week of servitude as my Owners domestic maid. every aspect of daily living now the responsibility of mine…..dishes, preparation of coffee, emptying of ashtrays and licking them clean, laundry, vacuuming, dusting, scrubbing all three bathroom floors and fixtures, emptying and removal of all garbage containers in the House of Victoria, along with the collecting and removal of any feces from the outside yard, left by my Owners prized Princess. everything that permits my Owner to escape the misery of such mundane tasks to lesser, inferior male creatures, thus expanding Her personal pleasures, allowing for a more productive use of my Owners valuable time.

a dutiful, most pathetic pig, laying fully exposed and naked before my Owner, a willing body bathed in submission, ready to receive Her whips. an hour or more passes with no real account of the time. my Owner delighting in the pattern She is venting upon my torn and tortured flesh. silky sighs of orgasmic rejoice seeping from my Owner’s jewel, as Her relentless thrusts of savage whipping descends downward across my back and bottom. She is enjoying Herself so much so, that words need not be expressed aloud. the ritual fucking afterwards of my cunt, by my Owner’s strapon, a rightful testament to my subservience and loyalty of Her Superiority. how i am savagely raped, until Her passion for Dominance is complete.

special food for the slave’s daily dietary intake must always be prepared by the slave itself. it is arduous and taxing enough upon my Owner contributing Her table scrapes, from meals unfinished all week long. now it is i that must brew my following weeks meals:

slave soup

ingredients:

two filter bags of coffee grinds, one retrieved from the garbage container under the sink, the other from the carafe, 2 two heaping tablespoons of crushed garlic, 2 cups of rolled oats, two huge baking potatoes with skins left on, one chunk of oven roasted pork loin, one large freezer bag consisting of vegetables, names i can't pronounce or spell, the guts (seeds & pulp) of red and yellow peppers, 4 crushed egg shells, freezer burnt left overs of rice and beans, left over east indian vinda lou, burn your stomach out spice ?, two garbage retrieved poached egg whites, salmon left overs from my Owner, any other miscellaneous table scrap items in the bag of potato peelings, damaged lettuce leaves and bruised vegetable ends.one green appleone orange12 cups of water1 cup of white sugar, cigarette ash collected from my Owner’s ashtray

Preparation:

in a very large pot, toss everything in it and bring to a boil. then, reduce the heat to simmer, and let cook for an hour and a half. with all the ingredients left in the pot, use an electric wand to puree everything into a fine soup for consumption later on. this should produce about 9 servings of 5 ladled soup into plastic containers. place them into the refrigerator for consumption later on over the days following. each day, remove two plastic containers. microwave them warm then pour each one separately into a small pot and add and additional one and half cups of water. this will then produce four separate meals in just the right serving portions for the slave to consume over the day, leaving one serving for the next morning. remember….three meals of slave soup each and every day. as an added pleasure…don’t forget to sprinkle a generous portion of collected cigarette ash (harvested from Your Owner’s ash trays and saved in a metal container) over top of the soup.

Note:

the ingredients will change each time the batch of slave soup is made depending what table scraps are in the collected freezer bag, from the previous time you made a batch of mouth watering slave soup !!! the preparation procedure will remain the same. yes….. it has been a full week of service and worship to my Owner.

now i am to experience my earned reward. i am taken out to a local restaurant….”joey’s only” for a feast of fish and chips, followed by a wedge of lemon meringue pie.

not to worry……next week starts tomorrow and it will be back to a steady diet of the same service and worship of my Owner, three meals per day of slave soup and if i’m lucky, having satisfied my Owner’s Demands all week long, perhaps another reward next sunday !!!

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just like a moth headed for certain barbeque in the bug zapper, i fly right into harms reach everytime, when it comes to soliciting my Owner's consent. you see......last night i was rewarded with a my incessant begging Madame Victoria Marx, earlier on in the day time, to please consider making me suffer untold agony, in wanton desire for an erection and orgasm. last night as my Owner tucked me away in Her locked steel cage at bedtime, She feed me a blue viagra pill, a little something to dream on....." nasty little bugger it was !!! "
there i was, locked away for the night in my Owner's steel cage, left in the pitch blackness of my Owners locked furnace room, deep in Her cold basement. alone with my thoughts as i lay in Her locked steel cage for the night. with just one thought running around in my pea brain.....erection and orgasm, i was in for a very long painful night. sexual pleasure.....something completely out of the question; since i had been forbidden any such joys for life. You see, i have been wearing my Owner's stainless steel chastity cage for ten months now, with a "lifetime" sentence for continuance of the same abuse. never again to experience a full, unfettered erection, never again shooting Her cum out of Her little peanut, and never again being permitted to penetrate a Superior Woman ever again.

so there i lay, feeling my Owner's little peanut, or "want to be" python, beginning to stir in the stainless steel chastity cage. as it strained to extend itself into a full blown erection (right), how about cracked open peanut shell.....anyway, there i was feeling myself being taken over by the little head. tortured with an immense restricted pressure, against the stainless steel chastity cage bars, the little peanut fully engorged with hot, burning blood of desire, i silently screamed in frustration. my Owner's balls and entire ball sack were swollen to a hideous size with trapped fluids. i knew from all account that they were a deep color of purple. how i ached to feel a full erection followed by a slippery splash of hot, burning cum from my Owner's little peanut. that "did not" happen. i had to lay there in total darkness rolling around in pain, as i brought my busy scrawny fingers to the package, tugging on the ball sack, trying to relieve the pressure of the skin wedged tight against the stainless steel back ring and cage ring of the device.

all night long there was wave upon wave of relentlace suffering. as hours flew by with me struggling in immense agony. somewhere throughout the night, i was able catch a few, much needed hours of sleep, all crumpled up in my Owner's double set of steel cages. but wait.....morning breaks and oh no......"bloody hell".....not again !!! the little peanut stirs and begins it struggle for freedom once more.

fuck !!!!!!!

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i live in a fully protected state by my Owner, clearly defined when it comes to my daily dietary intake (slave soup 24/7 for all three meals each day + room temperature water), orgasm & erection control (never permitted to experience an orgasm nor a fully extended erection because of my Owner's stainless steel chastity device, worn 24/7), gender identity theft dressed 100% in Women's clothing (both indoors and outdoors, never referred to by my male creature name, but by slave norma jean, or cunt), loss of a vehicle curtailing my mobility (complete surrendering of my formerly owned vehicle to my Owner for Her personal use), loss of my bank account and credit cards (now the sole property of my Owner to use at Her will, spending my pay cheques as they are earned, keeping me penniless), enslaved as my Owner's domestic maid (maintaining the House of Victoria in every capacity), on call 24/7 for full body massage (certainly a nightly experience of massaging my Owner's feet and weekend Command for full body lotion rub), being raped and abused by my Owner (kept in a state of 24/7 readiness to accept my Owner's strap on, and experience upon Command full physical bondage and discipline from the use of whips, straps, canes), supplying my Owner with countless orgasms using my tongue, fingers or Her reveling in sheer joy generated from my being completed sequestered and dominated (there for Her orgasms at the denial of mine), locked up in my Owner's steel cage for a minimum eight hours nightly (in a bitch cage measuring 3 1/2 ' x 3 1/2 ' x 4 1/2 '), never leaving the House of Victoria ever (unless accompanied by my Owner), ordered to drink other male creatures cum (an added treat and something i eager slurp down).

i was created as slave, right from birth, and i have been blessed with the clear understanding that i must serve Women, paving the way for Them to enjoy a much fuller life, free from life's relentless stress. i am Their living slave, Their doormate, Their male creature of burden, Their's to capitalize on by taking my earnings, spending it all on Them and the maintenance of Their home. it really is all about Them, the Mistresses, the Dommes, the Owners, and absolutely nothing about us pathetic male creatures. i view myself as being one of the lucky pigs. one that doesn't have to worry about being left outside in the rain and cold, one that doesn't have to go starving each day from lack of food, one that is fully appreciated by being among the "kept" crowd. i have a home to maintain, the House of Victoria where i am kept inside warm and dry, i eat three meals each and every day of slave soup and have plenty of water to drink, i am loved each day by my Owner, from the three morning kisses to each check of Her ass, throughout the day with the demanding responsibility of maintaining full domestic duties within the House of Victoria, to the three evening kisses to each check of Her ass before i am locked away in my steel cage.

so i say once again, where is the down side to captivity ???

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