Amber Den, the piggy trainer

I shouldn't pick her. Hell, I shouldn't be so fucking wet at the mere thought of falling into her hands. But every word describing her treatments made my body quiver with want. "****", "Absolutely no mercy", "sadistic humiliation", "pain pig", "dehumanizing". And then the fact that her other piggy pets would also want to **** me, I- I just- I completely lost focus. I couldn't even listen to the description of the last woman, my mind fully taken over by the mental image of the tiny blonde woman abusing me.

Della must've noticed my agitation. I'm brought back to reality when she places her hand on my shoulder, and whispers "you already know which owner you want, don't you?"

I nod, any words unable to get out of my throat. My eyes meet Amber, and hers flash with recognition, her mouth twisting into a scary grin that makes everything somehow even hotter. She knows she already has me in her clutches.

"Pigs," is all I manage to muster. It's enough.

Amber doesn't hand me the "Dumb Sow" collar. She throws it at me. I don't catch it, and it falls to the floor. Everyone watches as I bend down to pick it up, my cheeks bright red. Then, everyone watches as I slowly place the collar around my neck. I can't manage to clasp it on my own, which seems to make Amber chuckle.

"Come here, you dumb sow, I'll lock it in place." There is no compassion in Amber's voice, and plenty of disdain. My heart also skips a beat when she mentions locking it.

When I finally will my legs into moving, they take me right in front of the short blonde, who motions for me to turn and get down on my knees. Once I'm in position, she grabs onto the collar and swats my hands away, then she closes it and places a padlock around the collar's latch.

This is it. My new life as a pain pig is about to begin. I've never been more excited about anything in my life.