It was the delicious, clawing, thrill.
That was why he took the abuse without complaint. After all these months he craved it really. He wasn't always a pig. At one time he had been in control. Always the strong man with answers and a plan. Now he let Her turn him into a pig. Actually begged for it.
He offered the bargain. He would give her everything he had. Money, car, house, retirement, service at her pleasure for the rest of his life if she would just let him cum. She made him wait until his cock was soft again. Made him think about what he offered. Explained it clearly that She would hold him to his word. She gave him offramp after offramp to avoid exactly what had happened. He refused them all.
She offered two orgasms. The first for sacrificing everything he had and all his potential. The second orgasm would be when she was done with him. Right before she turned him out naked into the world. She promised him one last sad little orgasm before putting him out.
And he grasped at the chance. Begged, pleaded, paid lawyers to transfer control of everything he didn't sell to Her.
All to become Her pig. An object.
He had never found such fulfillment before. Or such abuse.
No job, no friends, no family, no future, he had nothing except a faint hope that one day She would reward him with an orgasm. She swore it would be years until he was completely useless to her. Years he would have to wait and it drove the pig mad with lust. She turned him into an animal with a chastity cage and an isolation hood. He couldn't remember the last time the scent of Her sweet cunny didn't fill his nostrils. The taste of her cum lived in the back of his throat permanently. He existed in a small pocket of desperation between heaven and hell. He had become Mistress Lee's pig. An object to be used. A thing. This is one of pig's stories.
The pig was naked and blindfolded...
Tied to the big bed..hands tightly wrapped in Mistress Lee's bondage mittens and his wrists strapped and locked into cuffs that were attached to either side of the headboard. Lying on his back, the pig's "cum licking" mouth was held open by the ring gag strapped tightly around his head.....
The thick posture collar he wore was snubbed to a strap wrapped around the mattress...there were also straps around his chest just below his nipples...low across his hip bones and the top of his thighs....his ankles were pulled wide apart and tied to the other corners of the bed...
He knew that fluffy pillows had been stacked around his head and shoulders, creating a soft throne for his Mistress Lee.
Pigs dick was hard. As hard as it could get in the half inch long barrel of the chastity cage Mistress had locked onto him over a year ago. It was the best year of his life and pig had never once been allowed to cum. But pig desperately wanted to. Every waking second of every single day. Pig was exquisitely tortured by the desire to cum. It had become as if time stood still and pig existed in a single moment of need. So much need, in fact, that every strike of Mistress Lee's crop to pig's swollen balls merged with a desire to please Her so thoroughly that she would allow that last single sad orgasm. But Mistress swore that pig would never cum again. That she would never let him go. How could he cum and still make her happy. Her ultimate happiness was to have a naked gimp pig in permanent chastity.
The Patriots were about to play...and Mistress Lee wanted the best seat in the house....she had instructed the pig in no uncertain terms that he had better be the best seat in the whole damn country.
The pig could hear and sometimes feel Mistress Lee's preparation for the big game but he couldn't know exactly what all She was placing within easy reach of what was about to be her seat for the next few hours...
It was December, just after Christmas and Mistress Lee had made sure that the heavy metal chastity cage double locked onto Her pigs cock and balls was secure...as if it wouldn't be...pig had been locked for a long time now...pig hadn't had a sissygasm for months even though Mistress Lee came several times each day...Mistress Lee had said that the next time the pig had a chance to sissygasm would be when he had a real cock, balls deep in his ass and another down his throat...if the cock in his ass emptied his prostrate before he passed out...she would consider it his last cum and he'd wake up naked on the street...if not she promised that he would wake up still owned, gimped and locked....and have to swallow 10 more loads from every one of her man friends before She would even consider letting them use his ass again....She adored making him smile through his tears and clean up a cummy mess while she filmed it....pig knew Mistress Lee thought that this was good fun and he also suspected that she showed those films to her friends.
As he lay there...silent by Her command...
"Chairs don't talk or make noises bitch and neither will you" she had whispered as she locked the gag into place.
Mistress Lee then laid out her supplies for the big game against the Bills....
Her crop...
Her whip...
Her favorite lube...
Her cell phone...
A bucket with beers..
A bottle of bourbon...
Nipple clamps..
Various snacks...
Cigarettes and a lighter...
She had dressed to support Her team in a Patriot Jersey and a pair of black high heeled boots pig had polished with his tongue. As she listened to the pregame while alternating between taking pictures of herself to send to her many admirers and texting a man friend asking if he would be interested in pounding her tight little pussy after the game, She kinda let the time slip away from her and suddenly the pig heard her say...
"Damn...no time to pee before the game...oh well, pig...you're going to get to practice swallowing piss in a few minutes."
