Supplicunt

Thanks for sharing that. It was a treat to read. May your breaking-in be one for the ages and archives. Far more than you can handle in every respect. May you break and wail and fall into darkness. May your Sir then look kindly on the wretch He has made, and may He pour His seed into you! May He pour upon your flesh. Anointing that which He had torn asunder. Load and beholed! His slut maid hole! -Amen Note: Sir's seed does not have magical healing properties. Take some aspirin. 🙂

I am now in the position where I can turn my back on my life answer a Twisted Top's summons and enjoy finally being used to my limits until used up. I can travel to anywhere in the southwest easily and on arrival will give my release. From that point on I only ask -humbly- that Sir and any he designates uses me how he likes, as long as he likes, as many times as he wants. Sober or slammed. Recorded and maybe shared with our friends here? This is real for me. I wasted time looking for a perfect scenario (the huge cocked party top with a playroom and a connect,). Now, it is "use it or lose it" time for me, so I choose to trade any future I had, for an unspecified time as a consumable sexual resource. USE me until I am used up, however long that takes! To serve until dismissed to home or another Top of Sir's choosing or rendered unfuckable and dropped off in Skid row for ferals to use. Rather than give a list of No's, let me say that excepting a few heavy kinks, I'm into that too. Finally, If ordered, I will sign or record a release and hold-harmless to ease worry... . So please, someone out there, if you are a True Pig. Summon me, for I want to be your comfy well-broken and sow-hole. Your Slop. Every Pig likes free Slop. Respectfully, B.E. *Free range servitor fuel since first Used in 1989

Wow, I was in a dark place back then to come up with that scenario. Maybe not take it quite that far. That being said... I still wouldn't mind being bound, slung, opened, bred, chemslaved, cammed, exposed, and thoroughly used.

Damn, that's intense! I dont just want this experience, I would quit my job, pack a duffle, and walk away from my life for this. If it ended up rendering me into a slavering, barely conscious fuckbeast, I'd be ok with this. Somebody, anybody that's in the Top's situation.... Please tell me where to travel! This plea is brought to you by the letter "L"...

Actually, I thought this should be done in 4-parts. Not satisfied with but proofing Pt.1, writing Pt.2, notes for Pt.3, Pt.4...?

***This is fiction*** (or a plan for a brutal future if needed) We all have plans and dreams for the future. A future bright with the possibility of success. However, what if that future or any other future for that matter were to disappear? What if those possibilities were replaced with certain death? Not a peaceful or glorious death, but an ignoble wasted death preceded by life as a lab-rat for the doctors? I am now in this situation. The prognosis from 3 different oncologist is the same; 5-8 months tops. A full year if they combine full-head radiotherapy, massive chemotherapy, and attempt to surgically remove the majority of the mass from my brain. The surgery alone has a high motality rate and will likely leave me in a vegetative state. I say FUCK THAT! I have lived well and I intend to die well. I intend to go out doing things I always wanted to do but was too invested in life to pursue. My extended family will be fine, my accounts and Trust is in order. Everyone else can go hang... Here is what I want for myself: I want to disassemble myself before the inoperable (glioblastoma multiforma) cancer does it for me. I want to descend into the dark, dungeons of a large city, and never reappear. I want to only see sunlight through windows too small to climb through or too high to reach. -not that I would. I want to become a Legendary, Twisted, SlamPig-bottom that will be remembered for the extremes I went to. I want to engage in activities that while fun, pleasurable, painful, tortuous and degrading, willl ultimately lead to my death... if death were not already assured. I want to become a permanent fixture in the dungeons of the most demented, perverted, and violent of Tops. I want to submit utterly and permanently To lose my name and identity To lose my self To lose all sense of time and not care because it truly won't matter. There is no time in the dark To be just a curiosity in the corner, a breathing piece of fuck-furniture to be passed around and used continually until useless. To be maintained, cleaned, and fed/watered enough to ensure my body temperature stays warm enough to fuck. To be so brutally fucked, fisted, stretched and modified, that I cannot remember a time that a cock was not inside me. To feel that 'emptiness" is an unnatural state. To gratefully accept all acts against me because it no longer matters. To be worn away thinner and thinner, until ultimately no longer wanted in the dungeon. They have standards after all. To finally be wrapped in a blanket or tarp, told "thank you", patted on the head, driven to a city in another state, and left somewhere to be found and made some hospice's problem for miniscule time that remains. I doubt I would even warm the sheets. I choose this because it is a choice I can still make. And because it will be fucking fun. And because how I live and how I die is ultimately my decision (if only my last one). All I ask for is Everything. Everything I have read about in the most perverse of blogs and stories, everything I have watched in the most illicit of videos, everything I was promised by various twisted people who asked me to come away with them in their van when I was a teen. EVERYTHING. There are acts and activities that have never been performed because there wasn't a pig depraved or uncaring enough to undergo them. With a little time, care, and destruction, I can be that pig. Wamest Regards, ~B.M~

Powerful urges. Urges that I don't want to deny. After using toys on my ass and loving it, I feel that I NEED to be fucked and bred. Repeatedly. Ideally, I would hook up with a fun, forceful, hung top or more to put me through my paces and push my limits. Cock, hands, toys, whatetver it takes to turn my hole into a wrecked, swollen, mess. Fuck me hard until you flood my ass with your cream, plug my hole afterwards to keep it in all night. I live in Mission Valley and would welcome a new fuckfriend at any time.