This has been going on for almost two years. I am an internet gunge pig. A man online has used me for almost two years now. I am a very obedient gunge pig and this story tells the latest episode in my life as an online gunge pig slave.
I awoke that morning very excited because I knew I was going to get used that morning. I fired up the computer and waited for my gunge master to appear. I waited, and waited, still no gunge Master. He is usually so punctual. He is a very busy man though and gunge pigs need to learn to be patient, something my online Master is not I have to admit. He came on line about 3 hours late, but I have learned to wait.
The first thing he always asks is, "What are you wearing boy?" I responded with what I had on, this morning it was jean shorts, boxer briefs, and a sleevless white t shirt. He first made me go the fridge and get some salad dressing, I think it was Parmesean Peppercorn. He had me pull out my briefs and shorts and empty the entire bottle down around my cock and balls, man was it cold. He then wanted to know what else I had handy. Did I have any peanut butter," he asked. I ran to get the peanut butter. I had to cover my ass with the peanut butter under my briefs and jean shorts. During these sessions he usually requires me to be drinking a lot of liquids. This morning I had about a pot of coffee and was now drinking huge glasses of iced tea. I was feeling like I had to piss pretty bad but knew I was going to have to wait as he had more instructions for me. He knows I sort of have a foot fetish and guess he does too. The next thing was to get my sneakers and some mayonise. Had to empty the mayo jar, split evenly, into my waiting sneakers. The came a hot dog bun, split in two and dunked in my tea. These halves were added to my waiting sneakers as well. Then came the order to "Cram your feet in there boy!" Oh what a feeling those sneaks had on my barefeet. I was really beginning to feel like the pig I am.
He finally asked if I had to piss now. Of course I was overloaded. He told me to fill up my empty mayo jar and put the lid on, we would use that later. The next instructions were ketschup on my nips and chest under my white t shirt. I was really beginning to look and feel like a pigboy. He knew he was going to have sign off soon as he had a meeting to attend to so he began to bark out the instructions that I was to follow. At first he wanted me to be going to a public restroom to complete my tasks, but as I am just in training he allowed me not to this activity but of course I had extra punishments required of me then. One of these was to fill my hand with ketchup and then slap my face with it. I complied.
I now learned I was going to be his mud and oil pig that day. It had rained all week here and was extremely muddy out. He ordered me to the garage and to dump at least a half of a quart of oil under my t shirt and let it run down. Man what a mess, all over my t shirt and dripping down my jean shorts. I then had to piss my shorts and dump the mayo piss over my head. I was such a pig. He knows the boy likes this though and he knows the boy likes mud. I was made to go lay in a big mud hole and root in the mud like a pig in my clothes. Man what a mess and what a feeling. With the oil on me and the warm mud I was a big pig mess. The instructions then were to sit in the mud and remove my shoes and then my shirt and wallow around some more. He wanted pictures of me being his pig boy like this. I set up the camera and began snapping pics of me. Then I was to get entirely naked and cover my self in the mud. I felt like the slave pig I am, let me tell you. There I was, my clothes in a muddy pile and me naked covered in mud. I tried to clean up the best I could to get back in the house so I would be able to email the pics to him. It was tough; I was such a mess.
He looked over the pics and told me what a pig I was. I knew that all ready of course. His final instructions were that I had to write this story and send it to be seen or he would never use me again. So is the life of a slave pig boy.