Below is a poem my pig sent me. I am sharing it with everyone.
I am not even human not dog, horse or cow. I am simply a pig. I am Mistress’ sow.
I have saggy tits they bounce and they jiggle the sight of them sagging will make Mistress giggle. She laughs all the more at the sad ugly scene of no cock, but a clit, pathetic, obscene.
Disgusting and ugly my gut is so fat a pregnant sow looks exactly like that.
She raises her eyebrow and has me get nude no sow should wear clothing it’s the wrong attitude I can’t use the toilet but, must pee and poo with Mistress there watching the shit that I do.
Then come her words a disdainful command to take up the mess in my ugly sow hand and smear it all over my fat gut and tits my ass and my legs, especially my clit. Her sow becomes messy and wallows in shit oinking and squealing and covering it degraded like this.
Mistress’ plan to make me her sow instead of a man. I do not deserve to have her respect but, only to suffer that which is correct to hear her disdain, her laughter and such, keeps me in my place with appropriate touch. Yes, I am a sow, disgusting and vile.
Mistress knows best and gives me that smile to make sure i know how pathetic i am, Disgusting and ugly just bacon and ham. I am not a man but, the worst She has seen. I am meant to be filthy and should not be clean. I am Her sow debased as I should how pathetic I am but, oh how it’s good!
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