It came straight into my home, through the computer, and put shackles on my ankles, and broght me down to my knees, so to make sure that i won't raise again.

The hand of my owner slapped my face to awaken my numbed mind to the reality of my slave's nature.

That slap, however violent, is the act of love that only an owner can show to its slave so it understands that it can't live upright, because it's lower than the rest of the humans, and even the animals.

It is therefore an act of compassion.

The hand of my owner then took my testicles in a tight grip and pulled them down. Since then they remain permanently stretched and strangled by a thick, heavy ring of steel, so they will in time hang low and filthily, like the testicles of a dog.

It's also a symbolic act that means lifelong ownership of the flesh that wraps my slave's mind.

The hand of my owner had to do something else, before sealing my destiny as her lifelong slave. She silenced my mouth, so that my perturbed screams of joy and pain are muffled, and won't be heard by anyone in the vanilla world.

Thank you owner maso.

pigmeat