And for the first time, the notion that there's evil in the sadist mind of my O/owners has dawned on me.

But this is not the evil of monsters portrayed in films. This is the evil of lust, the one that sees in the sacrifice of the slave's flesh a reason for joy and celebration.

This is the evil that can only happen when a vicious mind perfects the art of abusing a lower mind, that of the slave. It is Triumph what that evil expresses, and although there's the deep mystery of sexuality involved in it, acting in the mind and the body of my sadistic O/owners as they express lust, this evil doesn't need of a sexual outlet to be felt as a most extraordinary force in the universe.

That should quench some minds in pursuit of the ultimate thrill...

This reflection comes after this slave mentioned the world Cruelty to its owner, referring to the way she's sometimes treated by our O/owners. Immediatly, upon mentioning that word, the slave realized that it was a preposterous notion to pretend that no evil could have a part to play in a sadomasochistic relationship.

D/s relationships, specially the ones where there's an emphasis in total power exchange (the only genuine ones, in the opinion of this slave that writes) can't be sustained without some sort of force that prompts the Top to think there's always a new level of suffering to be inflicted on the submissive mind. That force is, of course, evil, the relishing of the submissive pain and agony, and the notion also that there's nothing that would ever stop that state of things.

This slave writes this entry with a pound of weight pulling down its disgusting man-sack.

Would it have any point at all this suffering and humiliation of fixing a metal ring around the scrotal sack and wearing it permanently if it wasn't to quench the sadistic instincts of my owner? No, of course. She knows very well, the same than i do, that there's no greater insult to all those vanilla concepts of comfort and easy life than spitting on them, on their face.

She knows that by forcing me to live in a way that most people associates with the miserable and disgraceful, i will ultimately reject my vanilla life and embrace, without questioning, a life of endless mortification. And she knows that when that day comes i won't hesitate in burning my clothes and turning my back to the world, so that the walls of a dungeon become my permanent home.

Some people call this brainwashing. i call it lifelong instruction with the purpose doing the only thing i'm good for, serving others.

That very notion, and the certainty that this is the fate reserved for a submissive turd like me, is what it makes my O/owners smile and lick their lips. Because the only thing they see in this slave is a chunk of pigmeat to be roasted through constant torture and further body modifications that will turn its body into the one of a true pig.

And how not? There's evil too in my relishing the perversity that is implied in ending up becoming a true pig, with the only purpose of perpetuating this ring of filth and depravity.

Thank Y/you, O/owners. Y/you've put an smile on my filthy face.

pp