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I'd like to share, without going into too much detail, one of my latest sessions, so that anyone willing to surrender at my feet has no doubt about the kind of Master they're dealing with.

I'm a young, discreet, and serious entrepreneur. I've occasionally dabbled in the Findom fetish, but only out of morbid curiosity, not out of need, so it's not a fetish, but rather a crude interest, and that doesn't turn me on at all.

I booked a famous dungeon that many of you are familiar with, and although I would have liked to enjoy it with the pig who covered the cost, it didn't work out, as he thought this Master was guided by a mere lust, which is a huge mistake, since I was born a Master and I am one 24/7. That's why I couldn't arrange the session with him, but with another pig, with whom I have no complaints so far.

Take heed, fellow Masters, there are still pigs out there who are willing to do anything for their Master. While it's true that there are many more who are only in it for the thrill and disguise themselves as slaves when, in reality, they're just looking to use you and move on to the next one.

When the current pig arrived at the dungeon, the first thing I did was look him in the eye and spit on him, then I bent him down to my feet and, grabbing his jaw, I started punching him until he begged, crying, for me to stop. But far from reality, I kept punching him for a while longer until I pulled out my cock from my jeans' zipper and started pissing all over his face, and I continued kicking him to see him lying on the floor like a worthless slut.

I tied his hands and turned him over onto his back, so I could sit on his face and make him feel the heat of my sweaty and dirty anus, which he'll have to make shine.

Now, I see him, comfortable and warm, like a good bitch who's finally found what she's been longing for. Something that, logically, I couldn't allow, since what I want is to see him suffer.

I drag him with the leash I've put on him to the dog cage in the same dungeon and lock him in. I sit in front of him and order him not to stop looking into my eyes while I give him a good verbal speech to make him understand, in a very morbid and subtle way, that from now on, he'll drink and swallow everything I fancy, and also obey me absolutely, without any ifs or buts, like in other occasions when I've had to deal with pigs who think they can set boundaries.

I'm going to take him out of the cage so he can make me a meal while I asphyxiate him with my ass again, and I'll have a cold beer while I jerk off until I cum, and the first spurt of cum will go straight down his throat.

Swallow, bitch, swallow... The slut had cum coming out of her ears.

Maybe, after seeing him lick up the last drop from the floor, I'll tie him to the cross and give him a bit of spanking and punching in the face until I get tired, and he'll beg non-stop for me to stop, to stop, and to respec...