snivellings of a "kept" male pig creature !!!

in this world, regardless be it in the “vanilla” world, or be it in the “bdsm” world, the only two worlds that truly count in life, is the cost of membership. the following invoice is intended to enlighten the reader, upon “my” actual cost for membership, to such a time honoured league of extraordinary aluminises.

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”.

i was recently contacted by a fellow member that has a profile here on blog.co.uk. i won't mention Her name, as a matter of privacy. She wrote me with a quandry over my choice of word "imprisoned" and also wondered if my Owner new that i was in contact with others using my computer. You know do i have Her permission sort of thing. here is my subeequent reply back to Her. my confinement is very real and something that both my Owner take very serious. thought that others might enjoy the read.

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.

there is no other word to express my first thought, as i gazed downward, looking upon my Owner’s confined pigtail. “nasty” pure and simple !!! please allow me to digress.

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 !!!

what keeps our civilization together is not so complex after all. there are certain boundaries or lines, that must be drawn in the sand. boundaries that separate humans from animals, very much like the necessary lines separating Superior Women from neanderthal male pig creatures. the latter are nothing more than vermin or pestilence, things that must be Controlled and put to good use, specifically for the sole benefit and purpose of the Superior species….Womenkind !!!

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 !!!

my good, greek Goddess !!!

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 !!!”

today i received my Owner's Command to remove the pig garbage from the fridge and put it in a pot, along with water. i have been Commanded to brew another batch of pig soup. it is all shovelled into a pot and brought to a boil, the temperature is reduced to simmer for the next 5 hours. it is prepared into the consistence of soup by stirring it with an electric hand held stir stick, until "no" solids remain. once cooled off it is poured into individulal freezer bag servings (one per day). they can be removed each day from the freezer to thaw out, then put into a pot of hot tap water to thaw out. next is history.....poured down my Owner's feeding pipe attached to Her steel cage when i am tucked into the cage at night time. after a quick of wash out the half inch, plastic feeding pipe with a cup of room temperature water, it is lights out and door locked to the furnace room. my pork belly full of liquid pig garbage, or pig slop as my Owner and i say.

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.

“knock, knock. well come on in. i’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

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 !!!

off to the bdsm club tonight for another public flogging. what a brain fuck it is, being there.

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 !!! “

this was a weekend that started off on friday evening with pizzazz and ended on sunday with a star burst of colorful lights. please let me drool on.

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 !!!

errrrrrrhh !!!!

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 !!!