EXTRACT FOR
YOU WORTHLESS PIG
(Kim Hardwick)

Master put the meat hook back on the table and instead, picked up the leather bullwhip.  He walked over to me and used the handle of his bullwhip to see how securely I was tied to the ropes.  Apparently I was fixed as securely as possible to the rope hanging from the ceiling; there would be no excessive movement when he started.  Master was going to brutalize me with his leather bullwhip and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

"You worthless pig; I don't even know why I bother."  

Master's words stung me; they went right to the core of my unworthiness.  I tried, I really did, but nothing I did helped.  The more I whimpered and acted in a submissive manner, the more I disappointed Master.  And the only thing that could help, according to Master, was trussing me up like the worthless pig that I am, hoisting me up off the floor, fully tied, and flogging me.  However, even after twenty minutes of flogging, I could tell that I had failed Master.  Flogging me till I was covered in red welts wasn't enough; obviously, more was needed.  The realization that other parts of my body would have to answer for my unacceptable breach of the Master slave accord got me all wet.  I could only hope and pray that my nipples, labia and anus would be included in my well-deserved punishment.  I am such a pig.  

 "I am very, very disappointed in you, Jill.  I'm not even sure I should refer to you as my slave.  There is only one thing left to do.  I want you to know that I clean my hands of the consequences.  This is all on you, you and your unacceptable attitude."  

He turned away from me and went to the closet by the corner.  The room was completely bare of furniture but for the king sized mattress below me, the bondage table and the flogging rack; above me, the elaborate hoist and pulley system.  The floor was concrete and bare.  Suddenly, I was aroused; really aroused.  My pussy was dripping and the liquid was running down my thighs and dripping on the mattress.  Part of me wanted him to notice how I was damaging his mattress, so he would realize how much I wanted him to train me to be a good slave; I so wanted to be a faithful, humble slave, a slave who worships the instruments of my punishment.  

While Master was rummaging through the closet, I rested my chin against my breast, trying to ease the strain of the ropes.  The scene was going somewhat according to script.  Granted, my habitual lack of punctuality didn't help, still, I thought that my submissive groveling might yet ameliorate the tension a bit.  Why do I constantly goad him by my tardiness?  Was I taking him for granted?  In this world I live in, there is no room for disobedience; none whatsoever.  Once a commitment is made to obey the object of your life, there is no turning back; no dissonance.

My Master was a stickler for following the exact routines of his scenes.  The fact that I believe in spontaneity to spice up a scene, contrary to Master's desires, meant that in the long run, he would have to revisit my training; obviously, he was too soft with me; he cared too much.  I believe deep down He knew this as well.  

Being the faithful slave that I am, or at least, tried to be, I knew that the only course of action left was to give me a 'full refresher' course.  Absolutely, I needed it.  More than needed it, deep down, I knew that I wanted it. 

With every fiber of my being, I needed and wanted to be punished.  Only an extreme display of unmitigated punishment, including the dreaded 'hot wax' routine could undo my transgressions.  He would have to correct my despicable behavior. I could only hope it would be painful.

My musing was interrupted as He closed the closet door and came over with His electric cattle prod and extended giant dildo.  He laid these atop the table, and walked over to the night stand next to me.  He opened the drawer and pulled out multiple clips and mouse traps.  He looked up at me, hanging from the ceiling all trussed up like the little undisciplined vermin that I am, and we exchanged 'the' look.  The look was our mutual signal to indicate we were both ready.  Just looking at those tools and toys got my pussy ready.  The cattle prod, in particular, should set me on the path to redemption.  I was so wet.

Among the toys and tools were the Doxy wand, the Fun Factory butt vibrator, and various nipple suckers.  I could see he also had plans for my unworthy anus and nipples.  Good.  Master wasn't anything if not resourceful.  As He continued to bring out instruments of pain with my name engraved on them, I couldn't help but admire how dashing Master looked.  His shaven head complemented his muscular, six foot two frame.  His obscure National Socialist tattoos, combined with the Viking runes on his arms, only highlighted his rugged good looks and were his nonverbal way of saying to the world, 'fuck you!'.  

In Master's world, it was his way or the highway.  He was one of the few men who understood what it was to be a man, and acted accordingly.  The fact that he kept me around for his sexual and emotional pleasure gratified me.  My mouth (cunt; I have to refer to my mouth as cunt whenever he used it for sex) would never waste his cum.  I have often licked the sperm that fell on the floor and gratefully accepted his punishment for letting his seed drop.

Today, I wore the first collar he made for me, and before my well-deserved punishment ends, I will carefully wash and lick his anus.  I will joyfully and gratefully clean him out with my tongue and lips.  He is so much better than me in all ways.  My pussy throbs for his cock.  I hope he forgives me after a suitable amount of punishment, and blesses me with his seed.  I hope he feels I deserve it.

He opened the second drawer and as he did so, he interrupted my musings.  He looked up at me and said, in his usual soft spoken drawl, "Pig, I have purchased a special toy for you.  A toy that succinctly captures your porcine personality."

Without further ado, Master pulled out a pig face hood.  In black, the mask has no opening for me to see.  He knows how much I love black; my heart swells with love for my Master.  

"I will now begin your redemption.  However, you will not see me.  You don't deserve the pleasure of viewing me.  Let us hope you will learn from your transgressions, pig."

And with that, began a wonderful day of pain.

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