pigslave

Author: slavedestinynl
Title: pigslave
Date: 29 March 2014

Pigslave.

I’m on my back on the floor. First there was a big plug forced in to my ass, just after the regular morning clean ouy. Then I was put in to a full rubber cat suit, with attached socks, gloves and an open face hood. Around my neck a heavy rubber collar was locked with a padlock. Then I was donned with waders, they were fastened on me by a belt, the belt was locked with a padlock. After that I was put in to a heavy rubber straight jacket closed and strapped firmly, absolutely no room or space to move. To my surprise my face kept untouched. I was forced on my back on the floor and then my had was placed in to some sort of box. My belt was secured to the floor on both sides and my legs were spread and I felt that a bar was connected between my ankles, also secured to the floor. The box was closed tightly around my neck and locked to my collar. A strap was then placed over my shoulders and also secured to the floor. There was no way now that I could move even a 10th of an inch. I felt that the suit was opened at my crotch, my dick was pulled out and the suit closed around the base of my dick, my balls stayed inside. Then the lid of the box was opened and then I knew: my training as a full sewer was about to start. The opening of a clear tube was touching my lips. Ti was ordered to open my mouth and the tube was inserted. Everything that would go down that tube, would definitely enter my mouth with for me no other option then to swallow. The lid of the box, actually the toilet, stayed open and not for long the first naked ass came in to my view. The person was sitting down and I saw now that the box had some openings at each side, si I was not in the dark but could see what was coming down for me. It was a big turd that was coming down and it found its way right in to my mouth. The turd came down, but also an amount of piss. I was busy to swallow the piss, and I realized that in the meantime I also swallowed a part of the turd. The las bit of the turd was difficult, it tasted awful, mostly very bitter. There was no way to avoid it and I started to feel that I had to vomit, but that was no option either: all what could come up was going in to the tube and then again back in to me. The next visitor needed only to piss, so that was very welcome: I was now able to sort of rinse my mouth and soften the awful taste of shit. I don’t know how long I was being used as a toilet, I sure was busy. The training facility I was in was not a small facility.
I was enslaved because, after the restrictions about having porn on your computer, I still kept searching the net for guys with a rubber fetish, naked slaves, etc. The new rules were made for protecting minors and since I was living alone and well in my 60’s I didn’t pay much attention. But one day there was a knock on the door and there were four officers from the STC, which stand for SlaveTrainingFacillity. My heart dropped, but you have to be polite to those officials, so I invited them in. As if the needed an invitation. Two officers grabbed me by the arms, the other two went for the search of my computer. I must say that I had made it easy for them because, when they knocked on the door, I was in the middle of an illustrated rubber story. They closed my laptop, and I was marched out of the door, a door I would, and will, never see again. I had to enter the back of a black van with the logo of the facility in gold on the back and both sides. There were already some people standing there to see what was going on. When I was forced to enter the back of the van everybody knew: there goes a new slave. In the van in was shackled on wrists and ankles, a chain around my waist to hold up the ankle chain and to lock my wrists at my sides. I was to sit and my ankles were now also locked to the floor of the van. There was a total silence, I started to talk, but the command was: “Keep your pervert mouth shut!” This answer meant that I already was convicted. Normally those officers are very polite, because it is not always sure that a suspect will get convicted. This is also the reason that a suspect is not stripped anymore when arrested. There were several lawsuits against the state for public humiliation after a suspect was set free of charges. I, being put in to shackles and told to keep my mouth shut, was seen as already convicted guilty, seen the evidence they had found on my laptop. The only reason that I was still dressed was that only a convicted slave is being naked. I was now sure that I was on my way to slavery. The car stopped, two officers came in and unlocked me from the van. They took again both my arms and I was marched in to the building, the SlaveTrainingFacillity. This facility has its own court room and is used for suspects who are guilty by evidence and sure to be convicted in to slavery.
I was escorted to a small cell, containing a bunk, a hole in the floor, a faucet and a sink and a roll of toilet paper. Before entering the cell there was an iron collar locked on my neck and a chain connected from the wall was locked to that chain. My shackles stayed on, although my hands were unlocked from my waist chain. The officers left without a word and the door was closed and locked on the outside.
There was a little lamp, a bulb, glowing. I sat down on the bunk. There were some muffled sounds, not loud enough to make any sense of it. I was just sitting there, thinking of what a turn my life just had made. Year after year I had been reading stories about slaver, fantasizing about slavery, and now I was on the brink to enter my own enslavement. The collar was heavy on my collar bone. I lifted it up, just feeling how heavy it really was. How did I feel, being locked in and chained like an animal. Frankly: I don’t know. As I said before: I was living alone, alone with my fantasies, not many friends and retired. My fantasies and dreams always were about slavery, my chats about enslavement, would it be in rubber or naked. And now, this was becoming reality. Once enslaved, the State will sell all my belongings, or give them to people who are in need of something. Once enslaved I won’t even own my own body. Do I want that? A part of me was screaming ‘no’, but another voice said to me: why bother now, after being in court, you just will be a slave, so what’s the use of fighting. I laid down on the bunk, feeling more the collar then before. Every move I made was followed by the clanking sound of the chains, Somehow I dozed of.
A loud clanging noise woke me up, there was some food ‘delivered’. Again a sign of my upcoming conviction: 3 dry biscuits, slave food. It was what is was: dry food, but still better then nothing. I chewed and swallowed it all down with lots of water. The sounds were now tapering off, so I guessed it was getting evening, so I went back to the bunk after I had my pants down and did my business at the hole in the floor. I cleaned myself as good as I could, but that is not easy when shackled!
I don’t know how long I was kept in that cell. Without any opening to the outside world and the lamp burning constantly there was no way to notice the difference between day or night. Sometimes the sounds were fading, but that was all. Being shackled prevented me to undress and I started to smell badly. I don’t know when it actually happened, but I started to just piss in my pants, not wanting the effort of trying to get out of them when I needed to go. The first time I pissed in my pants made me feel dirty, but that feeling faded. When they finally came in to get me I was reeking like a sewer. They left me in my cell and the judge came over to see me. He looked at me in disgust and told me that I was guilty of having porn on my laptop and sentenced in to slavery for 30 years, at my age that meant: sentenced for life. One of the officers said: “My God, he is smelling like a sewer!” The judge replied: “Make him one, I will add to his papers that he will be trained in to a full toilet. At his age there is hardly any other use.”
They went all of and I was left in my cell, but now with the door open. There was no way that I could escape anyhow, my collar was still chained to the wall. After a short time to slaves came in, without any word they started to cut away my clothes. Within seconds I was naked, the collar chain unlocked from the wall and by that chain I was marched of to my new life. This all, except the judge and officer, went in total silence. I knew that, as a suspect and now a sentenced slave, I was totally forbidden to utter a word. If I would do that, there would be a severe punishment. The Authorities have made that very clear by broadcasting this several times on television to educate people how to behave when arrested. In their ‘educational programming’, as the Government called it, they showed cruel punishments, even one punishment that caused the death of a slave. The slave had escaped, was captured again and, according to new slave rules, he was nailed to a cross, the cross lifted up and he hung there in terrible pain until he died. So, with that all in my mind I was very careful!
They marched me, stark naked except from the shackles and collar, leading by the collar chain to another building named: SlaveProcessing. Once inside my shackles were removed, but my collar stayed on. I was hosed down and then a facility slave started to wash me. Finally all the dirt from the past days was gone. Next he was rubbing some green stuff on my body and limbs, when he reached my head he said: “keep your eyes shot until I tell you to open them again. He rubbed the stuff all over my head, I imagined that I was now greenish from the top of my head to the end of my toes. The stuff was stinging, as if I was standing in a bee hive. Finally I was hosed down and I was told to open my eyes. When I did I saw not only the greenish water go down to the drain, but also my hair. I was now permanently denuded. I was dried off and marched to the next station. This was the station where the new slave was chipped. They implanted a tracking chip in my neck, a chip containing my sentence in my left ass cheek and a chip containing all the information needed to process me in to my final use in my right ass cheek.
Now the collar was removed and I was taken by my dick to lead me to the next station. The slave pointed to a medical table and motioned me to lay down on that table. My legs were secured to stirrups and lifted up so that my ass, ass cheeks and manhood was accessible. My arms and wrists were also secured and a strap was over my waist and fore head, secured to the table. A doctor came in and he checked my right ass cheek. He looked at me and said, to no one particular: “ Ah, a lot to be done, better put it in to sleep, so I can finish this one quickly.” He plunged a needle in to my arm and everything went dark.
I think that I’m awake now, awake in a nightmare. Yesterday (was it really yesterday?) I was a free man, now I’m a slave; a processed slave what means that there is no way out of this anymore. I’m chipped, so they can trail me, they can scan me to read my conviction and for what use I’m transformed and trained. That has reduced me to a thing. I try to stretch out and find out that the shackles are back on. I look at my wrist and see that my armes are covered in black rubber, I can also feel the tight rubber over my whole body and legs. My hands, feet and face seem to be free. To my horror I see that the cuff is welded on. It is just a band around my wrist with 4 D-rings on it. There is no seem, no visible lock. The chain between my wrists is also welded, welded to my wrist cuffs. I don’t have to look at my ankles, that will be the same. I raise my hands to my neck and there is the collar. I run my hands around it and this one is welded to and has also four D-rings.
A slave is coming in the room: “Ah, you’re awake, good. Just don’t try to talk, you cannot anymore. Your vocal cords are gone, just to make your throat more pliable. Besides that, no free Human needs, or wants, a talking toilet.” That is a shocker! No voice anymore? “You noticed that your shackles are welded on. Before we did that you were covered for the most part in rubber. This rubber is of a special quality: it allows your skin to breath. A rubber body is so much easier to clean. All your cuffs and collar have rings to make it easy to lock you in any position a Superior Man will want you. There are also rings in your ear lobes and nose, those will also be used to secure you. There is a PA in your penis and your balls are replaced by marbles, there is no need for you to cum anymore. My hands are now going to my groin and I feel my dick. Yes, there is a huge PA in there. Then I touch my sack and feel the big marbles, the size of oranges. This will force me to walk differently. “As you might have noticed, you are now plugged. Every morning you will get cleaned, during the time that you are functioning as a toilet there will be no pooping or pissing for you.” He left, leaving me alone to digest all what has happened to my in the past few days. My first emotion is a total sadness, also a feeling of: this is not true. I start to cry, but that will not solve anything. I just have to face the simple fact that I am a slave now, enslaved by a Court order. I just must forget who and what I was. If I don’t do that I will go crazy.
The facts now are:
1. I am a slave now
2. When the time for my trial came, I was a total mess, covered in my own shit and piss
3. That was why the Judge convicted me to get trained and used as a full toilet slave.
So, having forbidden porn on my computer caused my enslavement, not taking care of myself during the time I was in the cell made me a toilet. Seeing the facts like this, putting the blame where it should be: namely myself, will make it easier for me to accept my fate. In my previous life I have seen how slaves were handled, how they had to suffer to finally accept their new lives. I went of the bed, making a lot of noise with my shackles. I noticed now that I also had to waist chain back. There was a mirror and I walked towards it. I finally saw myself as I am now. Not the kind of friendly face with a goatee and half long blond hair. I saw a face with absolutely no hair, no goatee, no eye brows, no eye lashes. My face was surrounded by black rubber; an open face hood. The rubber was that tight, but was also showing my ears, the rubber was folded, or molded, over my ears and two large rings were hanging from the lobes. I touched one ring, it was heavy. I pulled at it and I felt a sharp pain, so real it was! There were three rings at my nose, one on each side and one in the middle. I looked more careful at my face, apart from the lack of hair, it was still pretty much the same. I opened my mouth and there were no teeth left, only the molars were still there. “You don’t have the need to bite anymore, just chew on some hart pieces of shit.” I almost jumped when I heard that, the slave had just entered the room without me seeing or hearing him. He clipped a chain to my collar, turned around and started to walk, I had no other choice then to follow him.
I was lead in to a room with white tiles on the floor and walls. There was the usual bathroom furniture, a bath tub and a shower stall. Next to the urinal were several rings mounted on the wall as well as on the floor. There was also a huge dildo mounted on the floor. I was told to bent over and the plug in my ass was removed, after that I was ordered to sit on the dildo. In my past life I had done some ass play, but this was different, it really was huge. “I know it’s a bit big, bit this is designed to give you some support. Just sit on it and let gravity do its work.” There sure was no other alternative, so I positioned myself in that way that the dildo was touching my hole. Then I slowly lowered myself. He must have seen on my face that it started to hurt, because all of a sudden he grabbed my arms to prevent me for supporting myself. He pushed me down, the dildo was in and the pain started to taper of. I was now impaled, the dildo was quite a way in. The slave took my penis out, but left my balls inside the suit. The zipper was closed and locked. The slave started to lock my waist chain to the rings around me on the floor. This was pulling me more tight to the floor and the dildo further in. Then he started to insert a tube in to my penis, the other end was connected to the urinal. Once my piss started to flow I felt something getting big in my bladder: the catheter was secured. Out of one of the cabinets he too a device what looked like a big bowl, there was a tube coming out at one spot. As I feared so, the tube was pushed in to my mouth and the bowl was fastened at the back of my head. He stepped back to take a good look, and my head was almost pulled down by the weight of the bowl. My hands were now raised and I was told to hold the bowl in my hands. My wrist chain went over my head and was locked at the wall behind me. My arms and hands were now supporting the bowl. Now my collar was locked to the wall and I was immobilized, except for my legs. The next thing he did was placing goggles over my eyes. “This is for protection of your eyes, otherwise some piss could end up in your eyes.” My legs were now spread and my ankles were secured to the last remaining empty rings on the floor. “You are now starting your urinal training, I will be here twice a day to give you some nutrition, good luck.” He closed of the porcelain urinal, so the only place to piss was now the human urinal: me.
At first things were going very quiet, for a long time I had only one ‘customer’. The only thing I saw was two hands unzipping a fly, a penis taken out and the piss was flowing in to my bowl and directly drained in to my mouth. It was not much, but I knew then that I had a lot to learn in swallowing and breathing. At first it was an awful experience. Sure, I was kind of used to drink my own piss now and then, but being forced to take in other peoples piss? I have no clue if it was day or night. There were no windows in the bathroom and the light never went of. There were a lot of men and slaves who used me just s a urinal, as they would use a porcelain urinal. But there were also some, I regret to say but most of them slaves, who misused me, making fun out of me. They were calling me names and most of them just pissed all over me. The piss finally went in to my rubber suit. The slave who is taking care of me hated that: “Most of the times slaves are doing that, this gives them a feeling of being superior to you. Hang on in there.”
What I didn’t know then was, that there was a camera installed to monitor the progress of my training. There was a slave coming in to use me, I knew he was a slave, because he was naked. He pissed all over me, telling me he was so far above me that I didn’t deserve to have is golden nectar. At that moment the door bursted open and a man, totally clad in leather, stormed in. “What do you think you are, you miserable piece of slave meat!” He took the slave by his neck and threw him out of the room: Take him to the process center and make him ready for toilet use!” The slave screamed in fear, apologized and all of that, but he was taken away. That was, actually, the only ‘break’ I had in my training. After this there was no misuse anymore. Another break was when there was another urinal marched in; yes, it was the same slave that was caught misusing me.
To my surprise my head was unlocked from the wall and the piss bowl was removed. It didn’t took long before I was totally free from the wall and floor, except for the dildo. The slave in charge of me was holding me under my arm pits. “Now you relax and let me pull you up, don’t try to stand on your feet, your legs won’t hold you.” He lifted me up and very slowly I was getting free from the dildo, it did hurt, a lot, but I was getting free from it! With a loud plopping sound I was free, but also empty. I was placed in a wheel chair and two slaves were starting to massage my arms. I could now watch how the new urinal was locked in place. I saw the horror in his eyes, he was modified as I am, so his vocal cords were also gone. When he was impaled and almost every ring on him was locked to the wall and floor, his arms and hands fixed to hold up the bowl once inserted in my mouth, the slave in charge of me came to me and started to remove my urinal catheter. The catheter was then used for the new urinal. I was transported to the facility centre.
“Since your enslavement you have behaved very well,” the slave told me while he was wheeling me. “your urinal training has been viewed as very good. Actually, you were very lucky and you had it easy. You were lucky because you were the last slave to be processed that day and the doctor wanted to go home, that’s why he sedated you. So, when you woke up, all the things needed were done. From the very first moment of your slavery you were already modified to be a urinal, instead of going thru that process while awake. I know that I’m not making sense to you, just a month ago you were a free man, and now you’re a slave. Not just a slave, but a now full trained urinal.” A month ago?, I thought, is it that long ago that I was enslaved? Look what I am now, not even human anymore. At the same time I was getting thirsty, thirsty for piss. That troubled me also, but then again; the slave just told me that I was a full trained urinal now. The slave continued: “the MasterTrainer saw what the other slave did to you and his punishment was that he has to become what you already are, only his modifications were done while he was full conscience. I am now going to prepare you for your next and final training: you will become a full toilet.” He wheeled me in to a big room, the floor and walls covered with whit tiles. There was a medical table, a shower, a bath tub. The room was just completely equipped as a processing room. I was lifted out of the wheel chair and placed in the bath tub. “I am going to let you be in the water for a long time in order to get all the dirt from you. Meanwhile I will massage your legs, so that you will be able to use them again. As you have noticed: there is no way I can get you free from your steel works, they are all welded on.” He locked my collar to the tub. “You have to get used that, where ever you are, you always be locked on to something, it will also help you not to think of yourself as a human anymore. There will be no human ever talking to you. You have to see it this way: when you were free, did you ever talked to your toilet? He was right, I never did, but then again: I never had a human toilet. For now, I decided, I just wanted to enjoy my bath, nice warm water. The water was also getting in to my suit what gave me a nice feeling. All that time the slave was massaging my legs and I started to feel them again. I stretched my arms, that felt good. “Now do the same with your legs” the slave said. I tried, and to my surprise I could do it. It was a bit difficult, because of the waders. The slave pulled the stop out of the tub and the water was going. There was the sound of an engine starting and two chains came down from the ceiling. My ankles were locked to the chains and I was lifted up by my ankles.i was now hanging upside down and when the last drop of water was out of my waders I was lowered again and told to get up on me feet, after my ankles were unlocked from the chains. Water was poring out of my suit by the sleeves and my crotch. The slave helped me get out of the tub and he started to massage every inch of my body that was in rubber to get all of the water out. ‘Are you thirsty?” the slave asked. I nodded a yes. “Well then, get on your knees and open your mouth. I did and he shoved his dick in to my mouth and started to piss. I carefully swallowed it all, not wasting one drop of it. After that I felt much better. At that point I realized, that the past month had done to me what was expected: training me to the use they wanted me to have. I just lost my humanity and became a urinal slave.
The slave decided that I was dry, he told me to get up the table and put my legs in the stirrups. My ankles were secured and my collar was locked to the table, as were my wrists. He had to get something, and when he came back he had a big, black rubber tube in his hands. “I am going to push this in to your ass and it will be in there permanently. He shoved the tube in to my ass and I thought he would never stop. The tube was really filling my bowels now. All of a sudden there was a big spot in the tube, like a plug. Once that was in he stopped. The slave told me to get of the table. I was now standing next to the table and the black tube was hanging from my ass hole, it felt a little as the dog tail plug I used to wear. I was motioned over to another desk. I never realized how difficult walking can be when wearing waders. “Walking is difficult for you, because your waders are made of extremely thick rubber and the soles are filled with lead. Now, open your mouth, a term you have to forget. From now on this will be called ‘sewer’.” I opened my ‘sewer’ and he inserted a mouth piece that would keep my sewer open at all times. He is now applying something inside the edges of my open face hood. “I am now gluing your hood to your face to prevent that any piss or shit will enter your suit. All openings will be treated like that, because after today you will never be cleaned again, except from a regular hosing down. Your rubber smell will be fading and you will more and more smelling as an open sewer. Besides you will be fed shit and piss daily, you also will get enough vitamins and other stuff to keep you healthy, but all your food will be given when you are used as a toilet. You will stay in your full rubber suit and waders all time and you know of course that your restraints are welded on. I will now insert a catheter in your piss slit and that catheter will be combined with your lower sewer. When you are not in use, your lower sewer will be attached to your upper sewer, so you will recycle. Remember that you are now a thing now, maybe of human shape, but that is all. Just of human shape. Look at yourself: mouth open, tubes hanging from your dick and ass, shackled. Is that how a human will look? Absolutely not. Your are now just something that can and will be used.” He inserted the catheter and sealed of the top of my dick making it all rubber now. I had to bent over and I felt him sealing of the opening left at my ass. He also glued a strip of rubber over the zipper, so I was now completely sealed in my rubber. He told me to take my lower sewer and showed my how to hook that up to my upper sewer. That was very easy, at the end of the lower sewer is a hook that fits in my snout ring and there was a slow, but constant, flowing if piss and shit going in to my upper sewer. He left me alone and I walked over to the mirror. I didn’t recognize the figure that was looking back at me. It, yes it, was a black rubber thing with a kind of a human face. I saw my eyes, but that was the only familiar thing. From my nose there was now a huge ring hanging down. Above my nose, at my fore head, was a sort of hook inserted, this was there to hang my snout ring when it has to go out of the way of my mouth, excuse me: my upper sewer. Now my lower sewer was fixed to the ring to keep it connected with my upper sewer. i was really thinking that! NO!, I thought again, that is my mouth! At that moment I thought that I had to keep my human identity and dignity, at least what was left over of it, to avoid getting insane. Now I know that it had been better to accept my new life as a thing right away. i saw the huge collar, welded on my neck, the cuffs welded on my wrists and ankles with the additional chains welded on. I also saw that the tube from my ass was running over my wrist chain, better to let it run under my chain. I unhooked the tube and found out that I had to squeeze it to prevent that any of my shit and piss would get out. Another human feature was gone for me, I cannot hold my own waste anymore. I hooked the tube, now running under my wrist chain, again to mu snout ring and the flow started again. I was, of course due to my first training, used to piss and actually liked that now. The taste of shit was still something else. There were still moments that I felt like throwing up. Still I was looking at my new self and saw how I kind of automatically was swallowing my own waste. What are those people now in power to condemn me for having gay porn on my computer, and at the same time turning me in to this! There must be something terrible wrong if a normal citizen is not allowed to have pictures of a human toilet on his computer and then, when caught, being convicted to become one!
And now I am one: a human toilet. How many times was I watching a thing like that and getting hard. Well, one thing is for sure: looking at one is totally different then becoming one. But I have to face the fact: I am a toilet now. There has been so much adjustments to my body, that there is absolutely no way back. But at the same time: my mind is still telling me that I’m a human. And that is where I was going on the wrong path. I was NOT human anymore, but couldn’t accept it. When the slave got beck in to the room he said: “OK, you are now hooked up for your new life.” He showed me a sign tht had the text: this will be the new toilet. “This will be on your front and back, so that everyone knows what you are.”He attached a chain leash to my collar and he was leading me out of the room. I felt my face getting warm, so ir was real red out of shame. He marched me around the whole training centre. I was so ashamed that I just wanted to disappear. I wanted to let my head hang down, but my collar prevented that, so I had to go with my head up and eyes open. I heard the screaming and yelling, how they would like to use my as there shit hole.
Finally he entered a room; a bathroom. There were white tiles on the floor and half way up the walls. There was a shower stall and a sink. There was also a sort of toilet, at least the seat. Where normally the sewer should have been was now a hole at the left side. At that side there were also rings mounted on the floor. I knew at once where those rings were about to be used for: locking me down. I was told to get on my back on the floor and I was pushed in to the toilet seat. The rings in my ear lobes were locked to the toilet and my collar was locked to the floor at both sides. My wrists were locked to the floor, as were my ankles and waist chain. I saw that the bottom of the toilet was made out of clear material and there was a sort of tube of the same material hanging down. That tube was secured to the ring in my mouth, err upper sewer, after my lower sewer was disconnected. There was a little hole at the left side of the toilet tube, that was the spot my lower sewer was connected now. “You are all set now,” the slave said, “and as a reward for setting you up I have permission to use you for the first time. He sat down and I had a clear view of his naked ass. He made some movements and suddenly a brown turd appeared from his ass hole. My first meal of shit was coming down. Slowly, but very surely, the turd came down and was entering my mouth. I felt the urge to chew, but the ring and tube prevented that, so there was no other choice then to swallow. My stomach was protesting and I was on the urge to vomit. The slave said: “Avoid that, what you will throw up will come down again immediately.” That was enough to hold it all in. After that he started to piss and that was very welcome, at least it rinsed a bit my mouth. After he was done, he attached some chains to my nipple rings and my PA, the rings were on a hook on the side of the toilet. Any user could use those rings to ‘play’ with me when doing their business.
And I had a lot of ‘business’ there was hardly any moment I had a res, except during the night. I knew when it was day or night, because there was a window in the bathroom. There was a lot of pulling at my chains, but I learned that the sooner I was struggling in my chains, the sooner they stopped. I think that after a week I was completely used to my new diet and there was absolutely no problem in swallowing whatever turd or fluid shit. It took a little longer to acknowledge the facts that I was a thing now, but when I was in that stage everything seemed to become easier and natural. After my training I was sold of to my present Owner. I am now fixed to the floor and wall as I was during my urinal training. The dildo in my ass is hollow s that my lower sewer is still connected. I have no doubt about me being a thing anymore. I AM a thing, a living sewer. And, to be honest, I like that now. This is what I have been trained for and although I have still my memories, it is more as if those memories are from a different person, not from this thing. my legs are now tightly locked, knees upward to make a rest for my arms. My arms are holding the toilet, its sewer goes directly in to my upper sewer. My face is now also covered in rubber, when I was placed here a thick layer of fluid latex was put over my face, keeping my eyes and nostrils free. When my Owner was pleased how His toilet was set up he showed me a pic of His toilet, and I looked very nice: all shiny black rubber and sparkling chains. The slave who is in charge of keeping me clean and healthy asked me one time if I am happy. In a way I am, it was difficult for me to get enslaved, the training was hard and difficult, but now I don’t know better then that I am a well trained toilet. I also know that there is no way back, even if, and that will never happen, I will set free again, I always will be a toilet, it’s just the way I was modified and trained.
Now, while this pig is writing its story, there is a lot coming back to its brain and memory. You might be wondering how it is possible that this pig is able to write it’s story. Well, there was a major shift in politics. Although slavery is still in practice here, as it is more economic then just putting convicts in jail, there has been a review of what can be charged. Homosexuality is again accepted, so that is not a reason anymore to get enslaved. Also having porn on a private laptop is no more a felony. Since this pig was enslaved for that reason, it is pardoned and it is technically a free man again, but it has chosen not to become free but asked to remain a slave. At this point in life it is too old to start anew. It’s Owner has been good to and for His property. When the Court ruled that this pig was a free man again, it’s Owner came to the bathroom and told it what was going on:
“I just was handed a Court Rule that you were enslaved on false evidence and therefore you are now a free man again. What will be done now is that you will get unhooked as a toilet. After you are unlocked you will be taken care for and I will make sure that you will get everything that will be needed to get use of your body again. I assure you that this will be done with great care. I cannot promise you that it will be easy, after your enslavement there has been a lot of adjustments. But first I want you to have the use of your limbs again, so you can write me what you want and need.” And it was painful, there were times that it just thought that its freedom never would have happened. As soon as it was unlocked from the wall and floor, the toilet sewer was unhooked from it’s upper sewer and it’s lower sewer was again hooked up to it’s upper. They simply had cut away the dildo, what left an empty feeling. Once it was free from the wall, floor and toilet, it was carefully dragged out of the bathroom and placed on a gurney. Then it was transported to de processing centre again. It’s Owner was all that time with it, explaining what would happen.
“You are no getting back to the processing centre, because I don’t have the facility, or capability, to bring you back. As I’ve told you, they will first start to bring live back in your limbs. When that has been done, you will, hopefully, be able to write so we can have a real talk how you want to go on. To be honest: you have been a full toilet for almost 5 years now. Because of that you need to keep your diet. This is why you still have the ring in your upper sewer. This will make it more comfortable to keep on eating and drinking. After all, you ave been trained for this and were used like this for the past 5 to 6 years. Good luck, I will leave you now with your personal slave.”
Owner left and the slave came in: “Hello, I am here to help you thru the coming period, just hope that you will always keep in mind that all I an doing will be to get you back as much human as is possible.” Still it feels deep affection for the slave, who massaged day by day my arms, legs, hands, fingers, feet and toes to bring them back to life. Did that hurt? Hell, yes, but it was worth it. He also used my upper sewer, as did some slaves picked out by it’s Owner to keep it well fed and healthy. It took a long time for this pig to finally adjust to some normal human behavior, like sleeping on a bed instead of on the floor and sitting in a chair. This is still sometimes uncomfortable to this pig. The moment came that it could stand on it’s feet again without support and even make some little walks. Also the use of arms, hands and fingers was back. It was a very exciting moment for this pig when it was able to write some words for the first time in years! That was the moment that it’s Owner came to visit. When He came in, this pig automatically went down on its knees. Owner lifted it up and said: “You are a free man at the present, although you don’t look like a free man. Today we are going to take away your shackles.” That was a shock for this pig, for several years now it has been shackled, the cuffs, collar and chains have become a part of its body and life. It took a pen and a sheet of paper: “Please, Master, don’t take away what belongs to this pig, please let it stay as it is now, Master.” Owner looked at this pig very seriously: “You cannot be a free man, looking as a slave. You will instantly get arrested. Also, your chips has to get removed” Answering this pig wrote: “Master, is there any possibility, or chance, that it can enslaved voluntarily again, Master, and would YOU consider it back as YOUR property, MASTER?” He seemed to be surprised by its answer: “You really want to remain in your slavery, being a pig?” It’s short answer was: “Yes, MASTER.” “Well,” MASTER said: “so be it, there will be a lot to talk about, also about your new status. I will now bring you back to MY house, after you will sign the needed paperwork.” The slave, who was looking after this pig, came to me and hugged me.
Later, MASTER came back with another person. “This is MY Lawyer, since you made it clear to ME that you decline to be a free man but want to stay as a pig, there is no need for you to know His name. He has all the paperwork we need to file at the Court that you will remain MY property and pig for the rest of your life.” This pig nodded, as good as its collar permitted it to do so. There were a lot of papers to be signed, but finally it was done and it had signed itself completely over to its MASTER, now it was enslaved again, but now that was voluntarily! To make this all legal, there was now a little case hanging from its collar containing the needed information about its recent freedom and its now voluntarily enslavement, also the information that it is owned by its MASTER.
There was absolutely NO way that it was going again in to a change of life, this present life as a pig is what it knows now and this is the life it wants and needs to continue. Once properly trained as a slave, you will remain a slave for the rest of your life, it made a good decision!
Now it is a slave by its own decision, its MASTER made life somewhat easier for HIS pig. Oh yes, it is still a pig and it will stay that way, but MASTER decided that it can move free around the house and it is permitted to answer when free Men or slaves will start talking to this pig, MASTER provided it with a tablet. Whenever a Human or a slave wants to use this pig, it has to perform. That is not a punishment, nor is that humiliating: this is what it was trained for and what it is.
Slave life is good for this pig!