Ugly filthy pig – You’re nothing, less than nothing…

“Ugly filthy pig – You are nothing, less than nothing…” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by Mistress Moriah.

During my vacation, my sub had sent me a fantasy. He saw himself as a little puppy being cared for and trained by me. The element of humiliation was palpable, but I couldn’t quite reconcile it with the image of an endearing puppy. In the sun, at the edge of the pool, I thought about it and let my imagination run wild. Touched by the warm rays of the sun, I knew. No, sweet puppy, my sub had to become a pig. A hideously ugly pig, a filthy, dirty, disgusting, fat sow. Grunting and all.

Required materials

I grabbed my smartphone and started looking for the necessary materials. It’s so easy these days with the internet being so accessible everywhere. So, sitting in my easy chair under the French sun, I surfed to a website for pink body paint (of course my pig had to be pink), searched for a pink curly tail (found on a pink butt plug), and found the most hideous pig mask I had ever seen. And I felt that it was good. Smiling and full of joy, I lay back down and continued to enjoy the warm rays of sunshine.

This time with very different thoughts than those of fluffy puppies. Don’t get me wrong, fluffy puppies are cute and cuddly, but so is my sub as “Little Boy” and “Fluffie.” This fantasy had to be different. Rougher. Cruder. Deeper. More intense. With more humiliation. A side we hadn’t discovered together yet, but which I was sure would be good. A new unknown path for both of us, because I had little experience in this area. The thoughts felt exposed. Very exposed. And vulnerable. After all, I could completely miss the mark.

Living out a fantasy!

When I come home from vacation, my things have arrived. Actually, I can hardly wait to live out my fantasy with him, but I put things away and wait for the right moment. There are plenty of other intense moments to experience with him, so it’s not like we’re bored. Actually, the right moment never seems to come. With the necessary plans in my head, I know that I will really need a few hours to live out this fantasy in the right way, and it is certainly not an experience that can be lived out in between other things. I wait. Sometimes I glance at the boxes that are patiently waiting for the right moment. He doesn’t know anything yet.

Femdom party

And then the moment arrives. More or less determined by fate. I had already been eyeing this date, but because we had a Femdom party the night before, which I expected to be quite an intense experience, it felt a bit ‘over the top’ to cram this intense fantasy into this weekend as well. But when we wake up the morning after the party, after barely 3 hours of sleep, it somehow feels right. I let him choose one of my hands and let fate decide. On the left, the pig; on the right, a more familiar experience. He chooses the left, without knowing what awaits him. Fate has decided, today he will be a pig.

No lazing around!

Because I know it’s going to be a fairly full day, I chase him out of bed early in the morning. No lazing around! Breakfast, get dressed, and off we go! First stop: the goat farm. I’m sure they have pigs there. And I have his first task clearly in mind: he has to cuddle a pig. Big or small, it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s a pig. Now I know that the farm, especially on Sundays, is very popular with families with small children. So whether the task will be successful remains to be seen. In any case, I want to try.

Little piglets

He’s in luck, there are little piglets. They are, of course, much more appealing to cuddle than a coarse, fat sow. Mother sow is in a separate pen, surrounded by her little piglets. It is significantly quieter in the pen than in the rest of the farm, and there is actually a moment when we are alone in the pen. I see his hesitation to step over the fence and kiss a piglet. I also see that the piglets are a little afraid of him, and I don’t want to stress the little ones. So I give him permission to kiss my hand instead. After all, a child could come into the pen at any moment, and I don’t think it’s responsible for him to see my sub standing among the pigs.

Kiss on the hand

After the kiss on the hand, we drink some milk in the restaurant, but somehow I sense that he is not satisfied. After all, the assignment has not been completely fulfilled, and knowing my sub, that is usually his goal. Before we drive home, we decide to take another look in the barn. We are alone now and the piglets have all crawled to one side, as far away from us as possible. This is the moment to step over the fence and give Mama Pig a kiss. And there he goes… over the fence, bending down… and giving the fat, lazy pig a kiss on its rough skin. Success. My future piggy has kissed a real pig. Mission accomplished. I feel a sense of pride wash over me. He did it after all. Now for the rest…

Undress and prepare dinner!

Once at his house, he has to prepare dinner, after first undressing with my help. In the meantime, I unpack my bag and get ready for the next phase of the fantasy. He has to turn pink. I get the body paint ready. With absolutely no experience in how to use the paint (I think it needs to be airbrushed, but of course I don’t have the right equipment for that, so I use brushes instead of a sprayer), I start painting. My goodness, that paint stinks! It’s enough to make you sick! The result is terrible too. I’ve never seen such an ugly, spotted, pink creature.

It’s fine if it turns out to be a filthy pig, but this is just not what I had in mind. On top of that, the paint sticks, which is not helpful for the rest of the fantasy. The paint doesn’t even come off with plain water, but luckily I bought a special cleaner that should remove it. It works, but this stuff smells even worse than the paint itself. Once cleaned, he has to take a shower to get rid of that rancid smell. My little piggy will have to use his own pink color, because this was not a good plan.

Butt plug with pink curly tail

Then in goes the butt plug. The cutest pink curly tail on a pink hard ball. First, I stretch his ass. One finger in, twist. With some effort, I get a second finger in, but judging by his moans, that’s the maximum achievable. However, the ball of that butt plug is much bigger than my two fingers. No matter how hard I try, I can’t get it in. I realize that it will take a lot of anal training if I ever want to get that plug in. So, for now, it’s not an option, my little piggy will have to do without a curly tail today. Too bad, because that butt plug is really super cute.

There is one more step to take to turn him into an ugly pig. The body paint and butt plug may not have been a success, but the mask… is definitely a success. What an ugly mask, and as soon as I put it on his head, he turns into the most hideous, filthy pig I’ve ever seen. Not only does he visually turn into a dirty monster, but emotionally, he also turns into a filthy beast to me.

The humiliation comes naturally

I don’t even have to act out the humiliation, it just comes naturally. I can’t be sweet and gentle to him, his whole appearance disgusts me. Slowly, I also see his energy change and watch him descend into feeling like less than nothing. The lowest of the low. A walking piece of ham. An unsightly dirty pig. I couldn’t help but humiliate him. I decide to practice the positions with him. I wouldn’t be surprised if he makes a lot of mistakes. And that’s fine, because I have an irrepressible urge to punish him.

I grab the cane and drill him. Punish him. Hit him. Make him grunt. Put him in the corner. Call him every ugly name in the book. I feel a dark side of myself coming to the surface and I find it difficult to see this in myself. I struggle with it for a moment and therefore find it difficult to descend to this depth with him. In ‘normal life’, I am someone who always takes other people’s feelings into account. And now…

Enough

I stop. I’ve had enough for now. I need his feedback, without a mask. Just to look into his beautiful eyes again. To hear his warm voice and, above all, I need to feel his love for me.

We talk to each other, go out to get something to eat, eat together, and continue talking. And I hear what it did to him and how he felt. And already during dinner, I feel like continuing. To continue where we left off. How? No idea yet. But I do want to continue descending with him to this depth. A depth we had never imagined before, but where we apparently can find each other again.

The humiliation comes naturally…

We’ve barely finished eating when we continue. This time I get into the feeling more quickly. I don’t see him crawling around, I see a hideous pig crawling around. I don’t have to fake my disgust, the humiliation comes naturally. I find him disgusting. Disgusting. Ugly. Grunting, I let him crawl around. With his snout against the ground. He’s not allowed to come any higher. He doesn’t deserve it. He’s less than nothing. In the hierarchy, he’s even lower than the cat that’s here. He has to tell the cat that he’s even lower than him. I pull the mask off his head and spit all over his face before pulling the mask back over his head.

I don’t want to see who’s hidden under the mask, now there’s only a dirty, grunting, ugly, crawling pig. My darkest side comes out. A side where I want to torture him not only physically but also mentally. He is nothing, I am everything. I put my feet on him, to kick him even deeper into the abyss. I let him feel where he belongs. Close to the ground. Close to the cockroaches and woodlice. That’s where he belongs. And I see how his erection leaves a trail of slime across the floor…

Time flies

Time flies… and eventually I decide I’ve had enough. I’m tired and I can’t help thinking that he must be tired too. Actually, I wanted to make him do a lot more, I wanted to make him roll around in the mud outside, but that will definitely happen another time. For today, it’s enough.

I call him to me and pull the mask off his face. There I see the beautiful face of my sub. My heart beats faster. I feel my love for him and for now I just want to love him, gently and tenderly. I love him. With all my heart. Because he is my other self. Because with him I can be my whole self. Dark and light. Just like he is with me. I kiss him softly… and secretly I am already looking forward to the next moment when he puts his mask back on…

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Text: Mistress Moriah
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