The filthy Pig has illuminated my Raison d’etre. It comes to me distressed, rigid, and overwrought, desiring only to be used.
During our timeless sessions, I observe Its angst, frustration, and tumult dissipate as calmness and serenity fill the vacuum. With each level of synergy; each extension cord lash, peck punch, nipple clamping, and stress position, the Pig draws closer to the elusive tranquility that It incessantly yearns for.
I am pleased to relieve the Pig of its affliction, as in the process, I temper my own despair.
Metal would like to thank Commander for the text and pictures above. This NYC-based Master can be reached via RentMen, and also at Commander76484@gmail.com