The Limitless Pig

The Saga of Assistant Master is long and complicated. Yes, I would classify a lot of the way he treated me when my Owner was traveling as abusive, but that's not my Owner's fault because I didn't tell Him all the details about assistant master until after He got rid of him. There were several reasons I didn't tell Him while it was going on, but the main one is that I had been the one nagging my Owner to get a second sub, because I had alternating fantasies of having a slave brother to help me and keep me company while my Owner was traveling on one hand and of being an omega to an intermediate-level slave under my Owner's control on the other hand.  My Owner didn't really care about having a second sub at all, but after a while He agreed to give it a try if one came along and after one did, having two slaves (or, more accurately, one and a half, because assistant master was only part-time) grew on Him.

There is no money except my Owner's money. If you mean do my paychecks get deposited into His account, yes; the money I earn is His money. If a farmer owns an ox and rents the ox out to other farmers so they can plow their fields, the rent money is the farmer's, not the ox's. I don't plow fields for a living, but the principle is the same.

My Owner pays all the bills and manages all the finances. I don't know how much the bills are, or who has to get paid every month. I don't even know what bank the checking, savings, and retirement accounts are with, let alone how much is in them.

It's as awful as it sounds. Fortunately, my Owner was mostly just interested in breaking through this limit and didn't intend to make it a regular feature of owning me. Assistant master liked it sometimes to humiliate and abuse me when he was in one of his more jealous and/or sadistic moods and my Owner was travelling for work, but thankfully that asshole is long gone.

I haven't blogged for a long time. Other than a few minutes spent queuing up and clearing my drafts file last June, I haven't even logged in on here in almost two years, since August 2014. Since then, I've picked up a lot of followers--and no doubt lost a lot more--and even crossed the 3000 mark while I wasn't paying attention. 3000 was huge back when I started here more than four years ago, and I remember friends and people I followed celebrating when they crossed it, but it's probably a pretty low number these days. But I think it's not bad for a blog that hasn't been updated in so long, and which disclaims itself as mostly inactive in my bio.

So, the first thing in order is probably some updates. First, I'm still alive. Second, I'm still owned. Same Owner. Just over three years now, and almost a year of part-time play before that. I still love Him and still love being owned. We got married last October in a private, civil ceremony. This was very romantic for me, but it was purely for practical reasons on His side. It makes sharing employment benefits easier and it gives Him full and unfettered access to everything that the outside would once have considered to be my property. It also came with a prenuptial agreement that's pretty draconian on my side that in effect puts our relationship on a legally-enforceable footing that no slave contract can. Sexual slavery is illegal and unenforceable in the United States, and pretty much everywhere else gays are likely to live openly. There's a lesson for the masters and owners out there: if you want a relationship the courts will enforce for you, rather than lock you up for, wrap it in a marriage.

Third, assistant master has moved on, involuntarily. My Owner caught him hooking up outside our little group almost a year ago, and that was that. I've been unspeakably happy to be back with my Owner one-on-one, and I think He is, too. I don't dream of His owning a second sub anymore. I like knowing that I'm enough to please and satisfy Him all on my own. And it's actually less work for me, because assistant master never helped me serve my Owner, he was just someone else I had to serve in addition to Him.

Fourth, an explanation for my absence: as long-time followers know, my Owner has punished me for various transgressions in the past by denying me access to Tumblr. That's not what happened for the past year or more. I just haven't been drawn to Tumblr, especially Tumblr porn, for a long time. Part of it is how busy I've been at work and serving my Owner. I still don't understand how slaves who claim to be owned on here have time to blog very much. Either their owners aren't as demanding as mine is or the slaves aren't doing as much as they should be to please them.

But the main reason, and the reason for this post, is the fact that today marks three years since my last ejaculation. That's right, the last time I came was May 11, 2013. What do I mean by three years without an ejaculation? I don't mean no semen has ever left my balls and passed through my dick in that time. I mean I haven't felt that set of pleasurable muscle spasms that you probably take for granted, that propel your cum in high, wide arcs like I used to shoot. Not me. I cum from ruined orgasms or prostate stimulation, which means my cum sort of oozes from my cockhead like thick, creamy precum, not in ecstatic spurts.

I'm not saying that an anal orgasm from being fucked or fisted (yep, crossed that line now, too) or electro-shocked in the ass isn't enjoyable, but it is not in the same class as an ejaculation. An ejaculation is the sexual equivalent of a long-jump: an explosive burst of energy that takes you from one point to another. An anal orgasm is more like a leisurely stroll.

If it sounds like I miss ejaculating, I do. Even after all this time, I remember what it feels like. I remember what isn't there. But I accept that it is my place to give them to my Owner, not to experience them myself. That kind of pleasure is for Him, and I really am proud and fulfilled to surrender mine in order to keep the chance to give Him His. After about three weeks in chastity, I would curl up on the floor and cry and stroke the outside of my cage like I was trying to jerk off through it. I don't have that kind of sexual frustration anymore. The contentment that has taken its place is both psychological and physical.

Incidentally, for those who wonder about the physiological effects of long-term chastity, I can say that my dick and balls haven't gotten any smaller. But my Owner takes me out of my cage every weekend or two to trim and wash myself under His supervision, and to let Him administer some of the ball torture He loves so much without the cock tube part getting in the way. I don't know if there's cock or ball shrinkage with guys who never come out of their cages (but, frankly, I suspect they have other health problems to worry about because you need to get out and wash and let the skin breathe periodically).  I also rotate each time between a popular silicone cage and a popular plastic one, so there's less chafing because the positions of the air and piss holes are different between the two.

My prostate seems to be just fine with the reduced activity. I can still get hard but I almost never do, especially not when caged. Maybe the decrease is physiological, maybe it's psychological, I don't know. I can still get hard with the right kind of stimulation (and my erection is the same size and firmness), but it doesn't happen spontaneously anymore. But in my case that doesn't matter because I don't need to get hard unless my Owner wants to give me a good old-fashioned ruined orgasm instead of a prostate milking. My cock is also a lot less sensitive to the touch, rather than the hypersensitivity I expected. I can feel stroking but it yields no pleasurable sensations. (I definitely still feel electric shocks though, but even this is a lot less than on other parts of my body.) My balls feel heavy all the time and are usually swollen, even after a milking, but they only ache after a ball torture session. The constant precum-dripping all guys who have spent a few weeks in chastity know about comes back a day or so after a milking or ruined orgasm but then tapers off and stops a day or so later.