Change over time

The next few weeks of locktober all went similarly to the first. You would wake in your cagge, and if you had been good, which you always were, the day before, you’d be allowed to eat out your mistress while she ate breakfast and sometimes while she bathed you. Every time she bathed you, as it was the only time your cage came off, you’d be bound and teased as well, unable to touch your cock till it was locked up again.

After you were sissified and started your day. Depending on your mistress’s whims, you’d vary between a goth fuckboy, showing skin in feminine and slutty ways, or your be a full sissy maid, in a frilly black dress ready to wait on her needs. On nights you didn’t go out you’d end with being used by her however she wished, which normally involves predicament bondage and toys up your ass. Around the seventh day you finally learned how to have a proper sissy orgasm, leading your mistress to **** as many as she could when she played with you.

The nights you went out, however, were very different. About every third night she would go and take you along as her cuck. At ‘the house’ as she called it, you would watch as each visit she was degraded more and more. They started each night playfully but violently tearing off whatever clothes she wore, followed by shaving her head and putting her back in her piggy bondage. Someone had bought pink latex arm and leg sleeves, so her bound limps would look even more pig like.

You watched over the trips between your own cucky **** as they took her degradation farther and farther. They had gotten an inflatable pool, and after collecting all the girls cum over two days poured it in and let her roll around like a true cum pig. The next visit she got her nose and nipples pierced while she was getting double teamed in her pussy and ass. Her nose was pierced in a way that the nose hooks could be permanently attached, and with new silver chains and a permanent collar for them to attach to, her new jewelry made it so she’d have piggy stretched nostrils at all times, even when she wasn’t their cum pig. It was also locked, so even if she ever wanted to take it off she couldn’t.

The next visit after she was sufficiently cum drunk, someone brought out a tattoo gun. They tattooed a pig tail over her tail bone, followed by two tattoos each in the side of her head where it was shaved. The first was the words Cum Pig, and on the other side of her head was a caricature of her in her pig bondage eating cum from a trough.

These were the days you especially loved. Seeing the woman who so easily owned you being this **** and degraded, without a care what others thought, helped you to Mr ace your own place fully. Though when they added a chastity belt to your mistress around halfway through the month, you were frustrated.

Now during the day she would still fully dominate you, even as she now permanently looked like a pig slut and was marked as such. Her outfits changed as well. While once she was a classic goth domme mommy, now she wore pink and white, and most of her clothing either referenced pigs, sluts, or both. Still, she didn’t care at all, even embracing that now you couldn’t get a taste of your nectar from the source, and you’d have to get it secondhand from her Mistress’s cocks. This simply fueled your submission more, as your reward now was new strapons and toys to gag on before she’d give you a sissygasm.

By the time Halloween came around, you were so used to your new life you’d forgotten there was ever anything else. That’s when Demonica, or as she has you refer to her now, Mistress Piggy, told you of the Halloween party, and your choice.