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.
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.
Goddess is kindly spent even more time preparing me for SLAVECon. Hours spent worshipping her is a joy and a privilege but after a day in chastity with her divine ass in my face my piggy balls are really starting to churn...
Our kind Goddesses will always let dumb pigs like me know when we're not being suitably enthusiastic and skilful in our worship. The fact they smile, laugh and enjoy improving us just shows how wonderful they are.
take a gooooood look at what you’re missing. look at how pretty it is. how inviting it looks. think about how badly you want to taste... then get back to fucking work worshiping my feet until I fall asleep.
