Waking up with your slave's tongue between your legs is a great way to start your day. Especially when he is waiting to serve you breakfast as soon as he is done.
The hazing at my sorority is so humiliating and degrading. I almost feel like a Goddess-minor when I am done, but at least I can take it out on my pig when I get back to my dorm.
I currently have one personal pig slave here at The Matriarchy. I’m looking to add at least one more. Why cause two pig slaves is better than one. Over the next few days I’ll be looking to add one more pig slave. Assuming the Queen doesn’t need or
I just caught another runaway who thought he could meet up with a male resistance group in the mountains near Riverbed. We are going to have a LONG interrogation to make this piggy squeal.
