I'm told that our divine Goddesses have decided to take a more active role with us lowly pigs. My heart is filled with happiness but I can't seem to stop my pig-holes from clenching...
Just because Goddess has decided I need to get milked again doesn't mean she needs to get her hands dirty or that I should take a break from serving her.
The workshops on developing artistic talent were a surprise hit at SLAVECon. Or perhaps it was watching the Goddesses correct those who didn't measure up which was the real draw... (Lezdom)
Neck collared and leashed, ankles chained, cock humbled, balls stretched, face full of divine Goddess pussy and ass. A pig's dreams really do come true in the Matriarchy.
After my week of chastity and obedience Goddess decided I deserved some release. Although having been ruined so many times in a single day I think by the end she found it more pleasurable and rewarding than I did.
Pleased with my efforts to help capture Pigacus, my Goddess and her friend gave me an extra special treat; the chance to worship them during my regularly scheduled milking.
A Pig in Lipstick: Whether set up by Goddesses as a practical joke or simply Imperials getting into the spirit of things at SLAVECon, it seems some are rather taken with the more delicate and feminised of pigs (Maledom of a trans/"sissy"/"trap")
The Bet Pt 1: When a Goddess and Imperial at SLAVECon have a bet about who can break in a slave quickest the arrival of twin sister undercover activists who despise both nations gives them the perfect opportunity (Lezdom)
I once overheard a disobedient pig say that if we were big and strong we'd be men, not pigs. But this "man" was big and strong yet to Goddess he was just another pig...
I'm just a pig so I can't really understand this discussion about who we should worship. All I know is that when Goddess tells me to do something I do it.
With the possibility of more social events Goddess has been making me practice party tricks and games to keep her and her friends entertained. This one is "Tug of Balls"
Pigs can't expect Goddesses to waste their valuable time on us. All we can hope for is that our service and our suffering entertain them as they get changed for a night out.
My Goddess normally isn't one for politics but with multiple claims to the throne appearing she has decided I should be trained to make sure I can please all of them. At the same time...
Turned upside down, ass fucked, balls slapped, humiliated, degraded, hurt. Yet the smile on the Goddess' face and the sound of her laughter makes it all worth it.
After I failed the last time Goddess has generously decided to help me become more effective at convincing other pigs to give up what they know about Pigacus...
With SLAVECon fast approaching Civilisation LLP are busy preparing their displays. Watch one of our cun... female... trainers put a cun... Goddess Minor... through her paces to make sure she's at her best.
