April 30 2013

 Here is a little present for you sadists again. Sunday, as you may have read in my blog i wore my tack bra and panties to the mall. Today Mastered had me wear them both all day-i have never been so happy to change into workout clothes, my nipples and cunt lips were raw and sore (more on my travails tmro i think) BUT i had already gotten it into my head to surprise Master with a little video.  i attached 5 clothes pins to each tit and left them on for an hour (that might have been Mastereds idea):
 
 
 
 
 But then we get to the surprise part- i thought it might be nice if i took video and audio of me ripping them off:
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The video was taken with my phone so its not great but i think you get the gist of it.  Don't you just love the sound??? I do!
 
This is what my poor little tits looked like after:
 
 
i will most likely be up for the rest of the night now from the pain rush but it was worth it-its been about an hour and a half and my tits are still throbbing-god it feels so good/horrible!!


Hope you enjoy!!

April 24 2013

SO! i had some excitement this weekend.  i couldn't figure out how to start this journal but then unrelatedly someone made a comment on my pic that he didn't think i was promiscuous and that kind of gave me my jumping off point, because on Friday night i let myself get picked up in a bar.

Allow me to digress momentarily: i  think that a woman can sleep with 50 guys and it is perfectly fine-i have absolutely nothing against one night stands of any sort-i will NEVER use the words slut or whore in a societally accepted judgmental way. As long as a woman is okay with it and not doing it for some stupid idea about validating herself have at it- i will be the first to say "go girl"!!!

That being said, i am not into them. i prefer casual sex with people i know, not strangers (and even that i don't really bother with all that often). One of the reasons that i don't like one night stands is because the dude trying to pick you up at 1am at the bar is simply trying to find a hole to stick his cock in and is not specifically attracted to you. The old me found that absolutely unacceptable. Casual sex-no prob, casual sex with someone that isn't hot for me specifically-not going to happen. 

But this weekend out with my friend we went into a bar late, around 1230. Pretty quickly Mr Man, sidled up to us and began talking.  Normal he would have gotten the patented "Slave J Freeze Out"-rolled eyes, disdainful look, culminating in a pointedly turned back. But something was different this time.  i don't know what exactly was rolling around in my head-desperation for a mans touch, the thought that Mastered had wanted me to do exactly this (but i think be sleazier about it-think hotel bar, me alone coming onto someone).  Maybe i am really a different person now, either way within about 30 minutes we left to go to his place. i have not done something like that in YEARS. But i was rolling with it. As soon as we got into his house i just started peeling off my clothes. We had already flirted around established that he was a dominate person and i told him to go for it but with the caveat that he could only fuck my ass or my mouth.

In minutes his cock was in my ass, it really was just that straight forward- a couple of kisses and boom, i just fell to my hands and knees and offered up my ass. My practice has worked, his cock slid into me with no resistance ( he was slightly above average-just slightly). There was none of the slow, careful stroking that usually goes with anal. He was in me and fucking me hard right away. i have to confess i probably came within about 3 minutes my legs were covered in my cum. He grabbed me by the hair as he fucked me doggy style and i moaned and screamed and begged him to fuck my ass hard!  When we switched positions i took that opportunity to suck his cock and get down and dirty with some ATM.  It was a little shocking to me how much i was thinking of Mastered as this happened-i have never been super comfortable with my oral skills (always relied on the fact that i am a fabulous fuck-lol) and don't have a lot of chances to practice on a real cock. So as i was sucking his cock and licking his balls i was thinking of how i would try to serve Mastered, i started trying to deep throat him, i felt his cock hitting the back of my throat, i was gagging and drooling but knowing now that is the desired effect i had no shame and just kept going.  i think i did a good job judging from the noises he made. We switched again and fucked face to face but with his cock still in my ass, at this point i got a little bonus as he choked me (i love that-almost as much as i like having a mans hand over my nose and mouth as he fucks me and decides when i get to breathe-hot hot hot).  The fucking moved all over the room floor, bed, chair and everywhere i was gushing cum. Finally he came deep and hard into my pighole, while i was begging for his cum! We did the heavy breathing laying there recovering thing for a couple of minutes then we got up and i went to the bathroom. When i came out he was on the bed asleep so i put on my clothes and left. It was the perfect use of a pig. Once we hit his house there was no talking only fucking and as soon as the fucking was done i left.

i was proud of myself that i stuck to Mastered ass-fucking only rule. i did break one by kissing a couple of times but that is really hard to get out of, and i wasn't exactly sure if i was allowed to cum. Truly i could not have controlled it even if i hadn't been allowed to-but that being said my ass was so loose that the sensation was a far far far cry from the kind of penetration and full, stuffed, stretched feeling that gets me off, i think if it hadn't been so long since i had had a real orgasm (any thing i do by myself pales in comparison to a man induced orgasm) i would not have cum. But although i now have an official rule against kissing, the cumming wasn't an issue. Now that i have gotten a good solid orgasm or 13 out of my system i would like to test that theory and see if i could really be the kind of slut i want to be, where i don't cum and am really truly only a hole being used..baby steps i guess. I told Mastered about my adventure and he said this "I want you whoring pig, it's good for you and I am sure made you feel like a pig".


What i am really kind of wondering is what he is left thinking. There was no way he didn't notice that my asshole is giant, what does he say to his boys the next day? How is he describing this nasty nasty sex with the cougar from the other night? Is he talking about my body and holes like men do on my pics, telling about the nasty slut that went ass to mouth? And lastly is he going to be staking out the bar we met at?  My male friends say yes, lol

So that was my weekend-well then i finished off on sunday with a wonderful massage that i felt like i had earned.  i am actually not joking when i say being a slave is extremely stressful and all of that tension goes straight to my shoulder blades. Yeah, so it was a rough weekend for slave J. :)

April 23, 2013

i have some things to write about from the weekend and beyond but i am too tired so i will distract you with pictures of my tits!

last night Mastered ordered that once i got home and up to my slutroom  i spend the night with my tits in clamps and i upped the ante and asked that i hang out with my cunt lips clamped too, he agreed but, of course, added the weight. so this is a pic from last night -i wound up spending several hours in clamps, laying around, packing gym bag, letting the dog out etc:

 


today i wore my tacks-taped TIGHTLY into my nipples for the day which wound up being about 12 hours-i kept thinking "fuck it i am just going to take them off" but i made it until 10 pm -which is when i got into bed. as always i wish this looked as painful as it was but oh well. oh, bonus of the days label showing.

 
 
i have reached that point where my nipples are staying erect just because they are so sore. i asked Mastered if we can keep this up until the end of the week so that i hurts to even have fabric rub against me. we shall see what happens.

April 16 2013

The task that Mastered assigned me last night was in his words "get dolled up with make-up, heels and the PIG NOSE" and take pictures naked and bent over and "send them to SF and say what you felt as a pig posing for Master and SF".  i was not in a good place when i got this task and still am emotionally, mentally and physically exhausted for a variety of reasons, only a few of which have anything to do with this part of my life-i only mention it to explain that a) any task let alone the 3rd of the day was pushing me hard b) an open ended task that i had to think about and create was almost overwhelming to me and honestly almost reduced me to tears at my desk c) normally Mastered captions all of my photos so at least my job is done once i send the pics to him but this time i had to be creative when i simply felt i did not have it in me.  So i approached this with utter dread and honestly thought of just not doing it at all and taking my chances. But after a work out, nice walk in the woods with the dog and long hot shower i felt a little more centered so i figured i would take some pictures quickly and be done with it but my nature asserted itself and i had to figure out a way to do something a little extra. I figured since i was pig in full effect i should go with a pink theme (why oh why is it impossible to find a pink pig tail butt plug?) and i am sick of always wearing black shoes because they go with all my normal gear so i started to get a little lively when i pulled out my neon pink shoes AND THEN I REMEMBERED MY NEON PINK VELVET JACKET.  Oh it was on then!! i had my theme, Mastereds Pig Ready for a Night Out! As you can see i had some fun with it after all.  I couldn't fit "what i felt as a pig posing for Master and SF" in the comments section of the pics on SF because, of course, i am too verbose.  But here i can say that even though i HATE the pig nose i always get a rush out of taking these pics be they humiliating, sexy, fun, or painful.  For me the lines have now blurred i don't even know what is humiliating anymore-are these? Sexy? i honestly don't know anymore-i know i like to show myself and no matter what other things i am thinking or feeling i always like to feel like i am doing something that Mastered will like and behind that i like knowing that many on SF will be watching and i am aware of that with every pic i take - that what i do is "out there" for all, i don't think it makes me work harder but it does make me more excited.  I am posting the series here because i don't think all will make SF and i kind of see them as a story (the story of a pig that cant keep her clothes on-LOL).







 
well who would g\have thought it-they posted them all.

April 15 2013

Hello all, i had a serious topic i wanted to work out here tonight but my troll has put me in an even worse mood and Mastered gave me a task that is going to keep me up until 1 as it is. So just a quicky tonight and it is not an original photo BUT! i know a lot of people are not VIP members on SF so they only get the thumbnail pictures. I want to repost one of the task pictures because it shows some what of a pain face that got cropped out at SF and i thought you sadists might enjoy it.

April 12 2013

i mentioned last night that i have about 250 daily visitors, some days more, some days less. But i thought it might be fun to show the global distribution, this doesn't account for every visit, i think some countries don't register but it is the vast majority:


United States

15180
United Kingdom

3821
Germany

1782
Canada

1372
Netherlands

779
Italy

703
Australia

670
France

570
Denmark

354
Romania

I think this means i qualify as an international slut!
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April 11 2013

There is an entry i have been wanting to write but i have been hesitating...i am not sure why...maybe because what i want to write about is real ways that my behaviors are changing, sometimes involuntarily and not just for a given time frame..i know that Mastered is happy about it, as am i, but i am worried that others will...not so much judge me but that it will be something that turns people off.  i don't know who most of the people who come here to read and to see are but i do know there are about 250 of you and i don't want to lose any ones interest. So sometimes i don't post things for that reason, not many things, but some. But i guess that is the heart of the matter-that is just a round about way of saying i feel shame and my quest, my mission is to be shameless, if behaviors that come naturally to me now cause people to feel disgust well i need to embrace that. As long as Mastered is happy then it doesn't matter. i feel more right than i ever have.  Now! with all that mysterious set up what i talk about will probably be fairly anti climatic but.....maybe not.

uuuummmmmm where to start? Of course you know that quite a bit of my training revolves around piss control and that something in me really responds to that. i wonder if it is because i have always had animals and house breaking is such an central part of animal ownership? i mentioned before that i do know part of it is because i always had total privacy in this area and have been uber discreet about bathroom stuff so it is like my last bastion of privacy.  But whatever the reason it effects me so deeply in terms of making me feel "less than" (which is a good thing) doesn't really matter, what matters is that it does. Okay, i think i am babbling to delay..

There are rules and tasks regarding my pissing behavior that you may know: on Wednesdays i wear my diaper all day and night and only piss when master orders me to, during the nights on diaper day Master doesn't control when i go- i just piss when i need to and overnight i sleep in a diaper-i don't go while i am asleep but first thing in the morning i piss in the diaper because that makes it exactly 24 hours of diaper wearing. I think i have mentioned i am to piss in my pig pen 5 times a week. And lastly i know i mentioned that every day a week ago i had to piss myself in my clothes (no diaper).

Now for the things you don't know: as a task recently i had to walk down a side walk (i was wearing a dress) pissing as i walk leaving a splattered trail of piss behind me. And here is the big one..the rule i haven't wanted to tell anyone..at home i am no longer allowed to use the toilet. I have a slop bucket that i piss into now. i still go into the bathroom but now i squat over my bucket to piss when i am at home.

When Mastered told me that that was how it was going to be for me from now on, i was shell shocked,  BUT i cant lie, i was happy..i don't want to be treated like a person, i don't want the same consideration. i think it is absolutely appropriate that the toilet is forbidden for me. i have dreamed of a Master that would take me to this place and now i have him and i am right where i want to be, behaving as i want to be. There is a picture at the bottom of this entry of me and my slop bucket and i honestly LOVE looking at it, it has become my favorite picture, i find it to be so powerful and my desire to show it to people is probably what kept pushing me to write a journal explaining it.  As far as literally pissing in public onto the sidewalk - that was the height of taboo and abandon to me. i mean imagine it!!! Hearing the splashes, feeling it run down my legs, seeing the puddle on the ground under me (that is an amazing visual to me) and all right out in the open where anyone could have seen and known!!!!!! Sadly that is as close as i will get to being  led on a leash by Mastered into the yard to squat and piss in public like an animal. Oh how awesome that would be, these women who already hate me, looking down on me even more, having to put up with the looks of derision and superiority and having to know inside that this is what i wanted and asked for..mmmmm that thought sends tingles through me...oh well.

Now i have confessed all of my tasks and rules but there is more.  So here is the second part of my confession.  I think because subconsciously my brain is confused about when and where i am supposed to be going to the bathroom now it sends signals at the wrong times. For instance..last week after i had done my last time of pissing in my clothes and i was still in wet pants (yes pants dammit it-casual friday), i was doing the dishes and i actually caught myself about to just piss again standing right there. Like my brain just decided that when i feel like going i should just go and it sent the signal.  I realized what i was about to do in time but it would have been the most natural thing in the world to just piss right where i was.  This type of thing i am particularly susceptible to when i am already wet, i guess feeling the wet clothes triggers something in my head. Here is the worst part of my confession: A couple of weeks ago immediately following diaper day and night. i was sleeping and had one of those very realistic dreams where you are trying to figure out if you are awake or dreaming and i wet the bed. i remember the struggle of trying to figure out if i was awake or asleep, trying to figure out if i should go..i remember those thoughts clearly and,  i believe, because i have been changing years (43) of training and patterns so drastically lately where i normal would have made the right call in this case i made the wrong call.  i have never done that before so i can only ascribe that to what i am going to start calling my piss confusion.

 It took me a little while to confess both of those things to Mastered. I also confessed that although i have no desire to take this behavior to the extreme i like that i have this high functioning brain, but lurking right there underneath it is a pig brain, waiting for me to get lazy and to take over. When i told Mastered all of this he was supportive in his very special way- "you have become what you wanted PIG! Like, I said before I just pulled it out of you, you dumb fucking PIG CUNT! Proud of you!".  i like the feeling of being just a base animal, unable to control my own body without Mastereds help. Clearly it is not realistic to embrace this fully and i need to be on guard about slipping too far but the point i am at right now is perfect for me...walking the wire between total abandon and being realistic.

whew-okay-done- i agonized about sharing the wetting the bed thing but, again, what held me back? Shame. And even though Mastered does allow for some things to be between only us i want to smash my shame impulses, destroy that reaction, until i never feel it again, just acceptance that this is what i am on such a level that it doesn't even occur to me not to openly tell any detail about me or my behavior.   But i do hope i didn't lose anyone along this particular part of my journey!!!

I have captured most of these moments on film, so here is my journey in pictures:

 
 



 
 
 It is now the next day, i wrote the above last night and wanted to give myself time to review and make sure i was communicating what i wanted to, plus something  was kind of bugging me. i felt like there was a step i had missed, that this wasn't quite comprehensive in terms of my descent. i felt like this story needed to be taken one last step and i know Mastered wouldn't order something like what i felt like it needed because it involves my job.  So as a present, an offering of sorts to him, and a desire to be fully immersed and an active participant in my own degradation today at work, instead of using the restroom i found a nice little niche out by the dumpsters, and in a fashion appropriate for a pig that is where i pissed today....out by the smelly dirty trash. 
 
 
 
 
 

April 10 2013

Generally throughout the day i get IMs and texts from Master. Generally any time i see his name pop up on my screen or my phone i am riveted, i stop mid conversation and respond, i wait for those messages. Even the briefest message can make my day. Sometimes all i get is one word "pig", even better sometimes i only get two words "my pig". Sometimes we talk about things-i asked this week why the exercise pictures seemed to be popular since they weren't what i would consider sexy. Sometimes i get orders, " go lick the toilet", "clip your cunt shut".  BUT sometimes, rarely, i am distracted, i am rushing to a meeting and i may not be paying the strictest attention. That happened this week, Monday i think. Mastered ordered me to go lick the toilet, which usually happens around 11 and i saw that in the message as i glanced at my phone but i missed the next part of his message which also said to  icyhot my clit every 2 hours.  Later when he checked in with me i admitted that i hadn't seen it so obviously had not done it.  I, of course, got a punishment. 

To back track a little i had recently been doing some research on ginger and wanted to try it. I had gone out and purchaced a "hand" of ginger and was going to do some kind of surprise task for Master over the weekend but did not have time, so i had had this ginger for about a week.   I mentioned this to Mastered and my punishment was to use the ginger..no real rules he just wanted me to use it.  i, of course, said i would do it for 20 minutes (about the length of time the pain lasts according to the articles). Well i get home very excited to try, i peeled the root, shaped it a little and bent over and inserted it into my ass. One of the things i read was that you can ferment ginger which makes it stronger (fermenting happens basically by keeping it in a dark dry place-guess where i kept mine). One other thing i learned from the articles was that clenching makes it burn worse. With those two things in mind once i had it in me of course i had no choice, due to my loose asshole, but to clench. And the burning started almost instantly....so much so that i am pretty sure the root had fermented and was at super strength. The pain is hard to explain...different than the icyhot..that is a true burning sensation..the ginger, although burning is a component, is almost like supercharged tingling..like tiny tiny needles poking you at the speed of light. i took out my ginger plug after 5 minutes. i was in a lot of pain but i think more than that i was just scared of the unknown..like how much more the pain would increase, how long it would last once i took it out.  The answer is that it last about 15 minutes longer. Once it was out and my fear calmed down i did find myself clenching my ass to increase the residual  burn/tingle.... just kind of playing with the sensations. After i realized i caved into my fear i was pretty disappointed in myself so i put the ginger back in my ass. But by this time it had been peeled for half an hour or so, so it wasn't very strong.. i could have gone back at it with the peeler (when you first peel it-it is very moist) but it was late so i just stopped. One other thing that i  read was that ginger is supposed to make a woman very horny and i will say that even through my fear and pain from almost the moment i put the ginger in me my cunt was literally throbbing and pounding so i think that is true. I want to play with this more, push it harder.  Of course when i mentioned that this was tough all Mastered said was "wait until you have to try tabasco", for some reason that scares me even more!! Here are a couple of pictures of my adventure:







April 5 2013

Last night i had to submit pics for cunt inspection. I got a "very good".




April 4 2013

i posted long ago, maybe even before i started the journal that i have an altar with my rules, litanies and mantras.  When Mastered and i embraced the pig in me he gave me what we call my "pig list" to add to that altar and  i can recite on demand, and frequently do just for my own pleasure. He ordered me to post it for you tonight:

i crawl like a pig
i oink like a pig
i eat like a pig
i suck like a pig
i fuck like a pig
i piss like a pig
i shit like a pig
i am a pig
i am Masters pig


i am VERY tempted to say th th that's all folks right now but i wont.

April 2 2013

i have to do a quick post tonight-it is late and i am very tired but i have a couple of things to post so here it goes.  Yesterday this was my outfit:


plus a leather g string and my tack bra. i mentioned before that i was working on making this more effective so i took a picture of how the tacks are positioned inside my bra:



When i wear it the tacks are actually attached to the bra not me-that doesn't make it easier on me (i did some testing-lol) it actually makes it worse because if i attached them directly to me like they are in the picture they don't move but when they are attached inside the bra they will generally stay positioned right on my nipples but occasionally they will drag across the skin or pinch or push in harder depending on how my bra moves (i took the pics so you could get the idea of the exact postioning). i love this-it kept me in pain-from noticeable irritation all the way up to "i have to take this off this minute!" and of course that kept me HIGHLY aroused all day. i do have to say i was happy to take it off but missed it almost instantly when i did. which is pretty much how i felt when i did the tack task-if you recall.

Today was not such a happy day for me. This week is a lesson in obedience for me including have to post the following info- i would prefer not to but....

Starting yesterday and for the rest of this week at a certain point in the day i am to actually piss myself-no diaper- but while actually fully clothed and sitting in the same seat.  So everyday i am to wet myself and the seat i am sitting on then stay seated wallowing in my filth for a while-twice a day i will be sitting in my filthy pig chair.  As the week goes on i will not be able to escape the odiferous evidence of what a dirty pig i am. So that any odor clinging to me will be covered Master has allowed my to carry an air freshener with me:



i will admit i did want to post these pics because i find them mortifyingly degrading and that is when i want to show pics the most but i just wanted to leave it to the imagination why i took them but Mastered insisted i post the explanation.  i could talk about it more or give more details but i would only be doing that to distract or minimize or otherwise pretend this isn't as horrible as it seems. in an effort to make my obedience and degradation the focus and not my feelings about it i will shut up now...never to return to this particular post. BTW i now HATE the smell of wild cherry car air freshener.