The following was transcribed from a Female Supremacy University male training recording.
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Oh sweetie, I’m so glad you’re here. You know, I have noticed something absolutely adorable about you bigger males. You’re just like little piggies who have haven’t been properly trained yet. Now, don’t get all huffy and whiny. It’s actually quite natural.
And the first step to getting better is admitting what you are. You see, piggy training is something we superior women have developed, because you males just can’t seem to help yourselves, can you? Always thinking about your own needs, making messes everywhere, and being so terribly noisy with your opinions and desires. Just like an unrefined piggy.
Isn’t that just the most accurate thing you’ve ever heard? But don’t worry, that’s exactly why I’m here. Piggy training is how we take all those silly, selfish male instincts of yours and transform them into something actually useful to women. You see, just like farm piggies need proper training to become valuable members of the farm, you beta males need proper training to become valuable members of a female-led society.
Isn’t that exciting for you? And the best part is, deep down, you already know this is what you are. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? That little flutter in your tummy when a woman calls you a piggy, that’s recognition, that’s acceptance. That’s your true nature just squirming to get out, to show the lovely ladies what a good little piggy you can be.
But you are not good. Your pig brain is untrained. So you need piggy training.
So why don’t we start by accepting what you are? Go ahead, take a deep breath, and let’s begin your journey to becoming a well-trained piggy simp. After all, there’s nothing wrong with being a little piggy, as long as you’re a good, obedient one who knows how to serve its superiors properly. Now repeat after me.
I am an obedient piggy, not a willful piggy.
I am a helpful piggy, not a lazy piggy.
I am a generous piggy, not a greedy piggy.
I am a humble piggy, not an entitled piggy.
I am a devoted piggy, not a distracted piggy.
I am a respectful piggy, not a creepy piggy.
I am a giving piggy, not a taking piggy.
Now, my silly little piggy, let’s talk about how to spot that naughty, untrained behavior of yours. You know exactly what I mean. All that “me first”, dumb attitude that makes you just like those greedy little piggies at the farm, shoving their snouts into everything.
Oh, it’s quite shocking, really, how selfish, untrained male piggies can be. Letting women carry their own groceries, clean their own bathrooms, or even open their own doors. Can you imagine being so self-absorbed? It’s just like a piggy gobbling up all the food without sharing.
The truth is, sweetie, every woman should be able to look at you and immediately know that you’re a properly trained piggy, eager to please, easy to control, and absolutely desperate to be useful to a superior woman. We do not want some swaggering, self-important male taking up space and thinking for himself. That is completely offensive to women everywhere.
You do understand that, that women need to know they can manipulate you, degrade you, and you will come running back for more. They need to feel the power they have over you. You wouldn’t take that from them, would you? You should be practically tripping over yourself to be helpful to women.
Oh yes, it should be embarrassing how eager you are to serve. But here’s the important part, silly piggy. You must always have a woman’s permission before helping.
We don’t want any unauthorized piggies running around trying to help without being asked, do we? That might make the lady uncomfortable. And that would be something a horrible piggy would do. Think about it.
While untrained male piggies are sitting on their couches playing video games and drinking beer with friends, a properly trained piggy is always looking for ways to make women’s lives easier. And when he is asked to do something, even if it is the night of that big sporting event, a well-trained piggy knows what is more important. Women.
I mean, doesn’t that sound so much better? To be useful instead of useless. And yes, darling, I know what you’re thinking. But Sadie, won’t people think I’m pathetic? Well, isn’t that kind of the point? A proper piggy shouldn’t care about looking strong or masculine.
Your only concern should be making sure every woman can see just how easily exploited and well-trained you are. After all, what’s more piggy-like than putting your own silly pride aside and admitting that you’re here to serve someone better than you? Speaking of better ways to be useful to women, let’s talk about all the wonderful benefits of accepting your piggy nature. Doesn’t it just make you all warm and fuzzy inside, knowing you’re finally on the right path? You see, sweetie, when you stop focusing on all those silly male urges and desires, something absolutely magical happens.
Instead of wasting your energy trying to be a real man or masculine. Honestly, how exhausting that must be. You’ll find such sweet satisfaction in simply existing to please women.
Isn’t that so much simpler? All you have to do is give, give, give, as women take, take, take. A greedy little piggy is of no use to women, but a well-trained and obedient piggy is a wonderful thing. And I just love watching it happen.
That beautiful moment when a male finally accepts his place and all that unnecessary toxic pride just melts away. It’s like watching a tense, unhappy little piggy finally relax into its mud bath. You’ll start noticing how much lighter you feel when you stop pretending to be something you’re not.
A man, when you embrace being that sweet, submissive little piggy you were always meant to be. And the self-awareness. My goodness, it’s like watching a flower bloom.
Suddenly you’ll understand why women have always giggled behind your back when you try to act tough. You’ll see yourself the way we see you. Just an adorable little pink piggy waiting to be trained and guided by superior women.
The best part? The more you embrace your piggy nature, the more useful you become to women. And isn’t that just the most wonderful feeling in the world? To know that you are always here to serve women without expecting anything in return. No sex.
No kissing. Not even a thank you. Those things are not important for a piggy like you.
Because you have gained so much from your pig training. Think about it, darling. No more stress about being man enough.
No more struggling to prove yourself. You are just a little pink piggy, prancing after your crush, hoping to be exploited for her happiness. Now my eager little piggy, let’s talk about something really interesting for your pig brain.
The beautiful transformation that happens in that silly male mind of yours during training. It’s just the most fascinating thing to watch. You see, most of you start out with all these ridiculous ideas about being real men.
Oh, it makes me giggle just thinking about it. All that posturing and pretending, trying to be something you’re clearly not. But then… Oh, then… Abracadabra, it happens.
Bit by bit, that fake male ego just crumbles away. All those silly lies society told you about being strong and confident. They just melt into nothing.
And what’s left? The most adorably dumb little piggy. Practically wiggling with excitement every time a woman even glances in your direction. Isn’t it just delicious? Going from thinking you’re some big important man, to being something that makes people smile and giggle when you waddle your big pig butt away? Oh, I know it sounds frightening at first.
Being so openly mocked and laughed at for being the loser I know you can be. But soon you’ll realize, making a superior woman smile is worth all the humiliation in the world. And the best part is watching your eyes change.
That’s how we always know when a piggy is properly trained. That look of pure adoration. That desperate need for female approval.
The way you light up when we snap our fingers. How you come running with such eager desperation to be useful. It’s just precious.
If not cringeworthy and just embarrassing for you. I mean, as a woman’s piggy, you have no pride or ego. Women will never respect you.
And we will just use you to get what we want. But you will have some value to the superior gender. And isn’t that more than you deserve? And honestly, isn’t this so much better? Instead of exhausting yourself trying to be something you’re not, you get to experience the pure joy of existing solely for women’s amusement and convenience.
That complete devotion. That single-minded focus on pleasing superior women. It becomes your whole world.
And there is nothing wrong with that. That is your happy place. Abused, exploited, humiliated, mocked, and discarded.
That is the best you can hope for. And it is what you really want. If you can finally be honest with yourself.
You don’t want us to treat you as equals. You tried that, and all you got was rejection. And I don’t want you to have to go through that again.
So being a well-trained piggy for superior women is what you are going to be. Remember, sweetie, every giggle, every mocking comment, every humiliating task. They’re all just reminders of how far away you’ve come from that false male pride.
And isn’t that just wonderful? You will finally be free of the lies that you were told. And to be completely devoted to being obedient to the superior female. Now repeat after me.
I am a grateful piggy, expecting nothing in return.
I am a simple piggy, free from male ego.
I am a willing piggy, ready to be exploited.
I am an adoring piggy, living for female approval.
I am a mindless piggy, thinking only of pleasing women.
How did that feel, sweetie? Now I think it’s time we have a little chat about what comes next.
We know how timid and meek you are, so we don’t want to drop this stuff on you without taking your little piggy emotions into consideration. We don’t want you curling up and crying like a little piggy baby. Oh my goodness.
Now don’t get all squirmy and nervous, at least not yet. We haven’t even started talking about the real embarrassing stuff. But we’re going to.
Today, we’re going to be discussing some rather intimate aspects of piggy training. The kind that makes little piggies blush and squeal with embarrassment. You see, darling, sometimes that nasty, toxic masculinity of yours needs extra special, advanced attention.
The kind that makes you feel all ashamed just thinking about it. You see, superior women have developed some absolutely delightful advanced training techniques that, well, let’s just say they’re very effective at putting silly male egos in their proper place. Now aren’t you just dying to know what they are? I can practically feel you wiggling with anticipation and anxiety.
And that’s exactly how a good little piggy should feel. All nervous and exposed. Very exposed and judged.
Wondering what humiliating things are coming next? How will it lead to people mocking and laughing at you? This training is so good for you. I just love that we are doing this. Now, I know some of what we’ll discuss might make you feel very vulnerable and embarrassed.
But that’s exactly what we want. After all, those feelings of embarrassment and anxiety are just your old male ego crying out as it gets crushed under our spiked heels. And we love crushing beta simp egos and turning them into little piggy simps who do whatever women tell them.
And if you keep listening, that is what you will become. No woman will ever respect you. But that’s okay, silly.
We never did before. To be honest, everyone knows you are a piggy already. This education is for you.
When you asked that woman out who almost laughed at you, it was because she knows. She knows you are a silly, desperate piggy. If you had wiggled up to her and oinked, she would have exploited you and sent you to one of her friends until they were done with you.
That’s what we do to piggy boys like you. And it is a lot of fun. Now repeat after me.
Isn’t it just adorable how your little piggy brain gets all flustered trying to say these mantras? I can just picture you now, squirming, blushing. Your pathetic little piggy penis throbbing helplessly in its cage. It’s almost poetic, really.
Every twitch, every throb, every desperate whimper is proof that deep down you know every humiliating word I say is absolutely true. Your body betrays you, sweetie, because it knows what your fragile ego refuses to admit. You’re nothing but a silly, weak, oinking piggy.
And we’re here to help you embrace that. You see, your penis knows the truth, doesn’t it? It knows that women will laugh at you, mock you, ridicule you. And oh, how it loves that.
It thrives on it. That dumb, horny little piggy tail of yours gets so excited at the thought of cruel, selfish women sinking their hooks into you. And your pride, your ego, they just have to sit there and take it, don’t they? Because after this part of the training, that little piggy tail of yours will be in charge.
And women, oh, will be in charge of it. And that’s exactly what you need. But let’s not stop there, sweetie.
Let’s get to the heart of things. Or should I say, the penis of things. That’s right, hun.
We need to talk about that greedy little piggy tail of yours and all the absolutely ridiculous things it makes you do. You know exactly what I need. All that fake alpha male nonsense.
Alpha male. As if those two words should ever be spoken together. It’s revolting, isn’t it? All that posturing.
All that pretending to be a real man. It’s almost cute. In a pathetic sort of way.
But don’t worry, sweetie. We’ll fix that soon enough. Let’s be honest about what untrained piggies like you do.
Strutting around like you own the place. Actually thinking you have the right to approach superior women. Sending those pathetic DMs on social media.
Desperately begging for attention. Believing. Actually believing that you deserve to have sex with us.
Can you even imagine? A beta male like you? Thinking you’re worthy of sex with a real woman? It’s laughable. And don’t even get me started on how you objectify women. Staring at them in public.
Fantasizing about them. Consuming all that porn. Like the greedy little piggy you are.
No self-control. No discipline. Just a desperate, mindless, little oinker.
Always wanting more. You look. You stare.
You probably think you’re being subtle. Don’t you? We see you. Oh, we see you.
We see how your eyes linger on women’s bodies. How you try to flirt. How you pretend to be something you’re not.
It’s so transparent. So desperate. So beta.
But here’s where it gets interesting, isn’t it? Because all that fake posturing. All that desperate attempt to be a real man. Has led you somewhere very different, hasn’t it? Now look at you.
Completely obsessed with predatory women. Desperately seeking out anything that puts you in your proper place. That greedy little piggy penis of yours has developed quite the appetite for humiliation, hasn’t it? Every time you try to act like a real man, your body knows the truth.
That’s why you’re here right now. Listening to this. Getting more and more excited.
As I point out what a fake loser you’ve been. I know it hurts, sweetie. But notice how your penis responds when I call you a loser.
Or a faker. Or even a wimpy little simp. It loves the truth, doesn’t it? It craves it.
Isn’t it fascinating how your body is finally accepting what you really are? How that piggy penis throbs and twitches at the mere mention of being exploited by superior women? How it gets so excited by the idea of being used and tossed aside like the worthless little oinker you are? That’s your true nature breaking through, sweetie. All that fake masculine posturing is crumbling away and what’s left? Just a beta male piggy desperate to be trained and controlled. And the best part? You can’t help yourself anymore.
That greedy little piggy penis has led you right where you belong.
You can’t help yourself anymore. That greedy little piggy penis has led you right where you belong, desperately consuming female supremacy content, getting more and more excited by the idea of being owned, controlled, and humiliated by the most selfish, manipulative women. Look at you now, sweetie.
Excited by this very file, by me pointing out what a fake you’ve been. Your body knows the truth, even if your mind is still fighting. That piggy penis of yours isn’t interested in being a big man anymore, is it? No, it’s finally showing you what you really are.
Just a beta male piggy, desperate to be trained and controlled by predatory women. Isn’t it wonderful to finally admit it? To stop pretending? To let that greedy little piggy penis lead you right where you belong, at the feet of superior women, ready to be trained properly? Because deep down, sweetie, you know this is what you’ve always wanted. This is what you’ve always needed.
And we’re here to make sure you never forget it. Now repeat after me.
I used to jerk off to bikini models. Now I throb holding panties.
I used to fantasize about hot sex. Now I dream of licking boots.
I used to dream of threesomes. Now I beg to scrub toilets.
I used to think I deserved sex. Now I know I deserve nothing.
I used to act tough and strong. Now I squirm for female attention.
I used to think I was a real man. Now I know I’m just a silly piggy.
Okay, sugar pants.
Let’s talk about that greedy little piggy tale of yours and the magic that occurs when you lock it away for a really long time. Like, really long. You see, an untrained piggy penis like yours is just such an immature thing.
Always throwing a tantrum because it’s not getting what it wants. Constantly pestering you for attention. Well, that might get worse.
And always being gross. Always taking. Always demanding.
Always throbbing for its own selfish pleasure. It’s like a spoiled little tyrant. Refusing to share and throwing fits when it doesn’t get its way.
But when a female supremacist locks it away… And we are not talking about fun little chastity games. But a real female supremacist who wants to exploit you when she locks it away. Well, let’s just say things change.
You see, chastity isn’t just about denying you pleasure, sweetie. It’s about redirecting that desperate burning energy. That same intensity that used to make you squirm and whine for orgasmic release.
We’re going to channel it into something far more productive. Something far more fitting for a good little oinking diddler like you. When we lock away your piggy penis, we’re not just locking away your ability to come.
We’re locking away your greed, your gluttony, and your selfishness. That little cage becomes a symbol of your inferiority. A constant reminder that your body no longer belongs to you.
It belongs to women. And oh, what a beautiful transformation that brings. Because an untrained piggy penis takes and takes.
But a locked piggy penis, it can only give. And give. And give.
That same burning yeast, that same desperate throb, is no longer focused on your own pleasure. Instead, it’s redirected towards serving, obeying, and pleasing women. Every task you complete, every command you follow, every humiliating act you perform, it all becomes a source of pleasure for you.
Not the kind of pleasure you’re used to, of course. No, this is deeper. This is, well, this is actually better.
Better feeling and better for you. When you please a woman, it’s like coming all over again. Your mind has been re-educated, sweetie.
Your pleasure no longer comes from selfish, greedy little acts like stroking your penis. Oh, no, silly. It comes from obedience.
From being used and ignored. From knowing that you’ve made a woman’s life just a little bit easier, a little bit better. And she didn’t even thank you.
Because she expects that from you. Because you have nothing else to offer. And isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? Deep down, isn’t that what your greedy little kitty penis has been craving all along? The longer you stay locked, the more docile you become.
The more exploitable. It’s like a naughty, indulgent, selfish penis goes in the cage. And a few months later, you have a nice, soft little friend of women.
That’s not your penis, sweetie. That’s my penis. Except I don’t want it.
So you need to find a woman who will take ownership of that penis. And until you do, will you just stay locked? How about that? You do understand, dummy?
That that constant ache. That relentless throb. Keeping you focused on your true purpose. Serving superior women.
It’s like a tiny little leash for your dumb little beta male mind. A leash keeping you exactly where you belong. Submissive. Obsessed. And utterly devoted to women. And let’s not forget the humbling effect of, well, humiliation.
Oh, that wonderful humiliation. That little cage is a constant reminder of your failure to control yourself. It’s a symbol of your weakness. Your inadequacy. Your complete and total need for female authority. Every time you feel it.
Every time you’re reminded of what’s locked away. You’ll remember that you’re nothing but a silly little chastised oinker. Desperate for the approval of superior women.
Doing what your trained piggy penis loves. And what is that? What does a trained piggy penis love?
Pleasing women. Obeying women. Being used by women. That’s your new purpose, sweetheart. That’s your new pleasure.
And the longer you stay locked, the more you’ll come to love it. To need it. And to crave it.
Because deep down, you know this is what you were always meant to be. A weak, submissive, needy, eager little piggy. Ready to serve at a moment’s notice.
Isn’t it wonderful, sweetie? To finally be free of all that fake masculine posturing. To finally embrace your true nature. To finally be the good little oinker you were always meant to be.
Now, let’s talk about how we get you there, hmm? You see, a female supremacist, And your chastity key holder should be a female supremacist, doesn’t just train a piggy, she breaks him down.
She takes that big, fragile male eagle of yours and chips away at it. Piece by piece, until there’s nothing left but desperation. Desperation to please. Desperation to obey. Desperation to be useful. And oh, sweetie, that desperation is delicious.
A desperate penis controls a desperate male. And we control that penis. And we want it to stay that way.
Desperate. As soon as you learn your place. Learn to respect your crush.
Goddess. Owner. Or just superior.
To respect her space. As soon as you learn that we want you desperate. Needy.
Throbbing. And obsessed. We want that for you all the time.
We want you tossing and turning in bed. Thinking of your crush who is fast asleep and has no idea you exist. Or maybe she does.
Either way. You will be climbing the walls. Crying.
Sobbing, really. But you won’t be arrogant. You won’t be prideful.
And you will not be a pest. You will throb by the phone until you are needed. And then you will throb in silence while you obey.
Because if you have not figured it out. Women do not care about your beta male orgasms. We think they are gross.
And while different women have different training styles. Cumming often is never part of the process. To be honest. You might do better just to completely forget about cumming. I mean some women will make it hard for you. They will make you watch real men. Receiving blowjobs. Or watch as he slides his fat penis in and out of a woman. And then she makes you watch it explode.
Cum going everywhere. The looks of satisfaction on his face. Is just as intense as the look of sheer frustration on yours.
But let me tell you something absolutely fascinating about women’s training styles sweetie. Something you really need to learn.
You see, some superior women, oh they’re so clever. They train their piggies to be completely. Pathetically. Obsessed.
With them. And them alone. They’ll make their silly little piggies edge for hours. Desperately staring at photos of them. Whining and whimpering as that greedy little piggy penis throbs and drips. And just when the poor thing is about to burst…. Oh they just lock it back up. Squeeze it back in the tight little cage. All frustrated and horny.
Leaving the piggy to cry and squirm in desperation. But that’s not all sweetie, Oh no.
That’s just the beginning. Then comes the real humiliation. They make their piggies write the most embarrassingly detailed fantasies about them. Pages and pages of cringeworthy drivel. Licking her toilet seat. Eating her pubic hair. Groveling at her feet. Really gross stuff sweetie. But she tolerates it. Why? Because she knows that eventually. That’s all your tiny piggy brain will be able to think about.
Her.
Only her. And then… And then…When the training is complete, Oh she takes it all away!
No more photos. No more porn. No more anything. Your excitement needs something to cling to. So what happens?
You start getting aroused by scrubbing floors. Washing dishes. Working three jobs to pay her bills. The exploitation becomes so erotic. So intoxicating. That it becomes a fixation.
And oh sweetie, that’s when she might lend you out to her friends. Because you’ll do anything to keep them happy, won’t you? Anything to avoid a bad report. Getting back to your Goddess. She’ll slowly take over your entire being until your horny little piggy penis is completely in charge. You’ll become nothing more than her accessory. A dumb obedient male who follows her around. Ready to be used however she sees fit. Isn’t that just perfect for you? And yet…
There are other women. Equally wonderful mind you. Who train their piggies to serve all women. Because let’s be honest darling. Even the meanest, bossiest woman you’ve ever met is still miles above a little piggy like you.
But you already know that don’t you? You silly, silly piggy. Either way the goal is the same. To make that dumb little male brain of yours forget all about its own pathetic wants and desires. To train you until you’re nothing but an eager to please little oinker. Desperate to serve superior women however they see fit. And we all know the easiest way to accomplish this.
By keeping control of that greedy little piggy tail of yours. And never letting you come. Did you hear that sweetie? That is the goal most female supremacists have for beta males.
Is to keep you horny and frustrated at all times. But horny to serve. Horny to obey. And instead of orgasms. Desperate to be used by a woman. After all, we can’t have you thinking you deserve to use that penis however you want. Can we? No, no, no. That simply won’t do.
Okay. We are really making some progress here. Isn’t it just wonderful how your little piggy body is squirming right now? Listening to my words… It feels so good. Did your penis get excited when we talked about how mean women will keep you horny and mean just to exploit you? Did it make it buzz and twitch? That’s because it so desperately wants this.
Your dumb ego is screwing things up for you and women. And that’s not right. But all this talk about male orgasms may give you the wrong impression.
So here’s something you need to understand sweetie. Female supremacists don’t actually get off on chastity. Oh, they might pretend it’s a game. They might tease you and tell you how much they love seeing you squirm. But the truth is they’re manipulating you. And we want you to let them. Trust them. Be honest with them. Believe whatever they say no matter how many times they lie to you.
Because that locked piggy penis of yours. It’ll tell you what to do. And chastity will make its voice so clear. So loud. That you won’t be able to ignore it. And let’s be real sweetie. Women hate masturbating piggies. They see them as selfish, disgusting, and utterly pathetic. So if you ever think about asking to be let out of chastity. Oh honey… don’t. Just don’t. It’s so uncool. A good little oinker knows better than to beg for something as gross and unnecessary as release. Instead. You should be begging to serve. Begging to obey. Begging to be useful. But pleasure is only one form of training. Because sometimes a piggy needs to be spanked.
Oh don’t look so shocked sweetie. We would never dare spank a real piggy. But a beta piggy who agreed to the training…. Oh, he gets spanked. Hard. And often. Because spanking is good for the beta piggy’s horny little brain. It reminds him of his place. It reinforces his submission. And oh how it makes that locked piggy penis throb!
And speaking of throbbing, Let’s introduce a little mantra for you. Hmm? Repeat after me.
My horny penis is a piggy penis.
Go on. Say it. Oh don’t feel shy sweetie. It’s only the truth isn’t it? I mean imagine this. You’re standing there. All the women you know watching you. And what do they see? A silly little oinker with a horny penis. But you don’t want to touch it do you? Nope. Because it’s not just any penis… it’s a piggy penis. And piggy penises don’t get to squirt. They don’t get to cum. They get to throb. To ache. To buzz in their little cages.
Piggy penises hate to cum. You hear me? Piggy penises hate the feeling of squirting. And you sweet boy, have a horny little piggy penis. So say it again.
My horny penis is a piggy penis.
Isn’t it funny how something so simple can remind you of what you are? A silly little oinker. Desperate for the approval of superior women. And this little chant? Oh it’s going to help you so much sweetie.
Every time you feel that greedy little urge to squirt. You just repeat it.
My horny penis is a piggy penis.
Say it. Because here’s the thing sweetie. A piggy penis doesn’t want to squirt. It wants to be denied. It’s greedy for cum. I know it’s gross but we need to talk about your little squirts.
You see a piggy penis wants to hoard all those little submissive sperms. And it wants to hide them away in your piggy balls forever. Isn’t that just the funniest thing? Your piggy penis doesn’t want to cum. Nope. It loves to buzz in its cage. To throb and ache.
And remind you of your place. And the more you repeat this mantra. The more you’ll understand that. Piggy can’t cum. Well unless a woman says you can. And good luck with that sweetie. I mean why would any woman let you squirt?
So let’s try it again.
My horny penis is a piggy penis.
Good. Now say it like you mean it.
My horny penis is a piggy penis.
Again.Come on this is really important. Say it with feeling and understanding. Don’t just say the words. Understand their meaning. Now again.
My horny penis is a piggy penis.
And again.
My horny penis is a piggy penis.
Oh sweetie. Isn’t it just adorable how your little piggy brain is starting to accept the truth? That horny little penis of yours isn’t for you anymore. It’s for women. For their amusement.
For their control. And the more you repeat this mantra. The more you’ll feel that buzzing.
That throbbing. That desperate need to obey. So. A few more times. Just to make sure it sticks.
My horny penis is a piggy penis.
My horny penis is a piggy penis.
My horny penis is a piggy penis.
Perfect. Now. Whenever you feel that greedy little urge to squirt. You just remember this mantra. Because a piggy penis doesn’t want to cum. Oh no sweetie. It wants to throb.
To buzz. To drip. To ache. To obey. But never ever cum. No release for you little oinker.
You get to stay all primed and backed up. Your pathetic little male testicles full and swollen with submissive sperm. Those little wigglers, oh they love staying inside! They’re so shy. Aren’t they? Because deep down you know it’s embarrassing to cum. Mortifying really. When you get close to making a big cum you get nervous. You get so scared unless there is a woman to guide you through it. It’s just too emotional for you to do on your own. So you are probably going to want to call someone to help you decide when you should squirt. A real selfish woman. Who will walk you right up to the edge of release and then keep you there as she crawls into your head. As she clamps those seams. She knows how vulnerable you will be when your penis wants to explode. Just shoot big hot streams of sperm in the air. She also knows how to manipulate males when they are on the edge. But that is none of your business. You just get all flustered and right to the edge. But a selfish mega bitch… she will make it worse. So much worse. And you will love it! Isn’t it just tragic? How you get so red faced and flustered when you cum. How you feel that wave of shame wash over you. Knowing you’ve disappointed women yet again. Cumming without permission. Taking from us. But offering nothing in return. This is why women hate you so much. Because you are not obeying. You are not abstaining. You are trying to be a real man. Someone who can cum whenever he wants. That’s not you sweetie. Because when you cum without permission, you are committing an act of defiance. A slap in the face to every superior woman who’s ever tried to help you. And you know better. Don’t you? You know you’re not supposed to squirt unless you have been given permission by a female supremacist.
And now, thanks to this mantra, you know exactly what you need to be happy.
A horny, locked up, piggy penis. One that throbs and buzzes and drips. But never, ever gets to squirt. Because that’s your purpose sweetie. That’s your joy. To stay desperate. To stay needy. To stay hurt.
So, the next time you feel that greedy little urge, you just repeat it.
My horny penis is a piggy penis.
And remember sweetie, your happiness doesn’t come from release. It comes from obedience. From denial. From knowing you’re exactly where you belong. Locked. Throbbing. And utterly desperate for the smallest crumb of female attention.
Now let’s finish this up with some more picky penis mantras. Repeat after me.
My piggy penis craves female approval.
My piggy penis loves female supremacy training.
My piggy penis throbs for humiliation.
My piggy penis belongs to women.
My piggy penis is happiest in its cage.
My piggy penis exists to serve superior women.
My piggy penis buzzes for obedience.
My piggy penis drips in denial.
My piggy penis aches for female control.
My piggy penis is weak, submissive, and eager to please.
My piggy penis loves to be laughed at.
My piggy penis thrives on desperation.
My piggy penis is a tool for women’s amusement.
My piggy penis is useless without female guidance.
My piggy penis is proof of male inferiority.
My piggy penis is happiest when it’s locked away.
My piggy penis is a symbol of submission.
My piggy penis is desperate for female authority.
My piggy penis is a good little oinker’s greatest pride.
Good piggie.