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Long Term Storage Solution - Another story from my Seattle pig

Long Term Storage Solution

Ok, I think it’s working, according to the EEG it should have just woken up. It’s starting to show increased brain activity. You should be able to talk to it now Sir.

“pig, if it can hear SIR, I want it to grunt once for yes.”

BOSS waited for a moment, listening intently for a noise from His pig to make its way to His ears but he heard nothing.

“I can’t tell if it heard me or if I just can’t hear it through all the plaster and fiberglass” BOSS said while turning to his ad-hoc medical technician Felix. He adjusted a setting or two on the computer that he was sitting behind “Ok SIR” can you check in with the pig again and get it to try harder to make some noise?“

BOSS brought the microphone that dangled on His headphone cord closer to His mouth “pig, we’re trying to get communications worked out, if it can hear SIR, grunt once for yes and make it loud pig.”

“There!” exclaimed Felix, “I just barely heard something” the sound was incredibly weak and sounded distant, BOSS was surprised that Felix heard it at all since BOSS wasn’t entirely sure that HE had heard it while sitting right next to the pig.

“It just didn’t come through the speakers, I wond… oh for crying out loud Sir… the pig’s microphone inside the cast wasn’t connected, I’m sorry. Can You try again Sir?”

“One more time pig, a normal grunt should do it this time” said BOSS with an excited smirk on His face

“Mmm” came through loud and clear on the computer’s speakers and in the headphones that BOSS was wearing.

“We did it!” Felix was excited perhaps more than BOSS at their first technical success. He looked again at the EEG display on the computer which appeared to be showing an even higher increase in brain activity than just waking up alone would yield, provided that he was reading it correctly. It was a home or personal unit they had purchased from the internet thanks to the growing world of personal data monitoring and brain computer interfaces. All they wanted it for really was to watch for sleeping states, when the pig was awake and when it was excited and/or scared. Just more of a simple monitor for those four states since absolutely every inch of the pig was currently encased in perhaps the most amazing full body cast that he and BOSS had ever seen. Created by Fil, a master of the craft who was kind enough to visit and apply it to the pig and to teach the skills to Felix and BOSS. It was a tightly wound combination of fiberglass casting material underneath a thick and beautifully smooth plaster layer.

From Fil’s own extensive personal experience he insisted that not only does this layering process create an incredibly durable cast with an aesthetic beauty to match, but it also, when applied correctly, prevented even the smallest of movements inside the

cast. Fingers and toes were individually wrapped and casted and so all that the person sealed inside could ever manage was to slightly tense their muscles and release them. No other flexing or movement was possible and trying too hard to move more than that only caused the completely sealed body cast to quickly warm up inside, threatening to overheat its occupant. It worked well as another incentive to remain calm and accept the fate in which the victim found them self.

Fil was more than happy to both encase the pig in such a meticulous body cast and to teach BOSS and Felix how to do it during the process, with part of the conditional agreement that they will at some time soon in the future return the favor and seal up Fil for an extended journey of complete darkness and motionless bondage.

After getting the body cast in place, situated and satisfied that it was in a good state Fil unfortunately had to return home but he would be able to either visit or simply tune in on the video and audio feeds that BOSS and Felix were currently working on so that BOSS would be able to communicate with His helpless pig over the internet. Although the communication was basically only a one way affair as aside from the inescapable fact that the tight rigidity of the cast around the pig’s head prevented it from opening its mouth, the poor pig was also gagged inside.

BOSS was slowly rubbing His hand across the smooth hard surface that covered the pig’s face and head. It was almost more of an unconscious act than an intentional one as it gave Him a connection with the pig which He otherwise couldn’t touch and it made the entire experience more exciting and real. To feel approximately two inches of padding, fiberglass and plaster bandages which had been applied over many hours with a skill and love for the process that completely encased and trapped the pig inside, was amazing.

BOSS’S hand stopped to rest on and lightly hold the mound over the pig’s mouth and nose which was the mask for the ventilator system which at the moment was only working passively, letting the pig breathe normally on its own and clearing away its used air. Soon though, that situation would change. For now, there were still a number of items to check and get situated before fully beginning was to become a epic experience for everyone involved.

Granted, if any of the tubing, wiring or equipment inside was experiencing any problems it was too late to do anything about it now as the cast had already dried to its maximum rock-like hardness. The efforts underway now were mostly about communicating with the pig, checking with it to explain what was happening with it, and then finally to ensure that the computer and internet connections were all functioning as expected.

As things were at the moment, there was a very confused pig that had just woken up to learn it was trapped in some utterly motionless state, in complete darkness and unable to open its eyes, and unable to hear anything other than its own heartbeat and breathing inside its head, and whatever voice might be coming in through some slim headphone speakers which had been embedded in the head of the body cast. the pig

didn’t even know yet why it couldn’t move, see or hear, or that it was in what was perhaps the best body cast that Fil had ever created. According to Fil.

A full body cast normally takes several hours with the help of both an assistant or two as well as the person being casted… the victim. This time though as the victim was an unconscious pig, working with its limp body was an extra challenge for them. Fil had never casted anyone who was unconscious before so there were a lot of pauses and brainstorming throughout the process. Adding in the additional challenges of ensuring that the pig was completely tubed and wired only served to complicate matters more and created a huge mess which even though it was a monumental effort, everyone was having a blast.

A day later and BOSS’S fun had just started to begin now that the pig was allowed to be awake and that it could now hear it’s OWNER’S voice essentially in its head.

“Wow” Felix said in almost a whisper “What’s wow?” asked BOSS

“Well Sir, if I’m reading these EEG signals right, I think the pig is getting really worked up in there. I just can’t tell if it’s from being excited or being scared and panicking.”

“That’s good to know though either way. Thank you Felix.”

BOSS depressed the button on His microphone so He could speak to the pig again.

“OK pig, grunt one more time again if it can hear me.”

The sound was a little hesitant, as if the pig was having a hard time focusing enough to obey SIR’S command and make a meaningful noise, but it was there.

“pig, just like standard responses, SIR wants it to grunt once for yes and twice for no. We’ll skip the usual three grunts for there being a problem as the pig’s situation is such that without a major intervention, which would end everything, SIR won’t be able to fix anything. Does it understand pig?”

Another struggling grunt was heard but apparently the pig sealed inside the all encompassing body cast understood enough.

“OK pig, here’s the situation. the pig is in a full body cast which is why it can’t move, see or hear anything but SIR’S voice. Does it understand that much pig?”

The headphones that BOSS was wearing and the speakers which Felix was listening to produced another singular pig-grunt. it’s grunts were a little difficult to differentiate though as it was beginning to breathe rapidly and slightly moaning or grunting as it did so.

“SIR wants the pig to remain focused on SIR’S voice. Nothing else matters pig. Listen to SIR’S voice and remember that not only is SIR ultimately in control of everything about the pig, but that SIR will never let anything bad happen to it. Remember its training and its trust in SIR. Can it do that pig?”

the pig’s mind was racing and it was almost out of control racing up until SIR’S directive just came through the speakers. Cars on its race track were slamming into walls and into each other. Whenever SIR began to whisper to pig, that’s how pig thought of it… like a horse whisperer but for rubber pig objects instead, the pig could feel itself relaxing, reaching out for the connection to its Master which by then was always BOSS’S voice and His words. BOSS truly knew how to either calm or excite the pig.

“Does the pig remember SIR ordering it to thoroughly clean out its ass after having only fluids for a few days?”

<grunt>

“Good. Does the pig remember SIR giving it something to drink once it finished what had to be its most thorough clean out ever?”

“That would make sense pig. In that drink which SIR said was to ensure that the pig’s electrolytes remained balanced, was a cocktail of sleep aids. the pig was out in less than five minutes and since then, SIR and some of SIR’S friends, who the pig knows as well, spent many many hours getting the pig into this body cast, all with the intention that it be a surprise for the pig once it woke up again. That was yesterday. Does the pig understand that?”

it did. it wanted to ask so many questions though but between the gag and the rigidity of the cast around its face and mouth, the pig wasn’t even going to be able to “pig-speak” at all. That’s how BOSS referred to it when the pig tried to answer SIR’S questions while having a gag in its mouth. When SIR was feeling patient or indulgent with the pig, He could usually make out enough of what the pig would be trying to say to understand it, depending upon the severity of the gag of course. It wasn’t often that BOSS let the pig try to speak around a gag though since as a general rule of thumb, He just liked a dumb, mute animal under His control.

“There’s more to say about why the pig has woken up to such an extreme situation but first, Felix and SIR are going to do some tests which will help the pig to understand a little more of its situation. The pig does remember Felix of course doesn’t it?”

the pig’s grunt almost sounded as if it tried to say hello, either that or it was just easy to imagine the pig doing so. it often became somewhat animated when friends were around.

“Felix and SIR have done a lot of preparatory work with the pig, making sure that it’s all wired up and ready to remain this way for a while, so now is where SIR gets to start really having some fun with the pig while ensuring that everything is working accordingly.”

For several moments after that the pig could hear nothing but its own breathing, whooshing in and out of its head. Knowing that SIR was right there somewhere, and talking to it helped the pig immensely to calm down. the pig felt an urge to try and reach out to SIR, to touch SIR and make a connection as being able to touch SIR always had an immediately grounding and comforting effect for the pig. it was rarely allowed to touch SIR though and most of the times when it was allowed or indulged, the pig had always been gagged, hooded and sightless, with fist mitts locked in place, so any touches to SIR almost always were through its bondage. To touch its Owner was a rare gift indeed. But at this moment when its hands and arms unconsciously twitched in an effort to blindly reach out for SIR, it was all a laughably futile thought. It couldn’t even be considered an effort as the attempt was over before it could start. The inside of the body cast was seemingly soft but amazingly rigid as well, all the wrappings around every inch of the pig’s body were tightly in place, making its body more rigid than it ever thought possible. In fact, breathing was actually somewhat restricted as well, a deep breath was prevented and met by an immovable force.

the pig still had dozens of questions but at least for the moment, it was starting to explore the sensations all over its body and enjoy them. the pig tentatively tried to wiggle its fingers, and then tried more determinedly once no movement was achieved the first time around. Even with extra effort, there was almost no give at all to the pig’s confinement which was followed by absolutely no movement whatsoever. its fingers were absolutely motionless, as were, by sequential evaluation, its hands, arms, legs, toes, head, neck and entire body. the pig could just barely bite down on the gag that filled its mouth but the shell of the body cast around its head prevented the pig from stretching its mouth open wider at all. it couldn’t even shift the gag around in order to move its tongue, all of which by now were conspiring to give the pig an erection. Or at least to try to achieve one.

In thinking about its dick, the pig wasn’t sure about what state it was in at first, which wasn’t an entirely new or unexpected feeling actually. Often the pig’s dick would find itself in various stages of chastity or bondage, some pleasurable, some painful and some would be indeterminate until the pig became excited enough to try and develop an erection, at which point it could then tell if its dick was pointing downward between its legs, or wrapped into a ball with bandages, or tightly wrapped in any number of materials. At the moment though, it felt pretty nice actually and nicely, but not over stimulated, a bit as if it was being firmly held but not too tightly. But there was also another familiar feeling if the pig was correct, that of a catheter. Its presence was pretty much unmistakable. This was the first time that the pig had ever woken up to find itself catheterized and it worked out quite nicely, just as nice as the time when the pig had to have one inserted while taking pain medications. By the time the meds wore off its cock

didn’t complain at all like it randomly would any other time the pig cath’ed itself. Sometimes it would all work out perfectly and at other times its bladder would revolt and spasm painfully until the intruder was removed and tried again another day, which was frustrating to the pig. But right now, it seemed OK and the pig thought or felt that it’s cock was wrapped by the cast in an upright or erect position which was nice but any more stimulation there would make things a bit more challenging.

It was the slowly growing buzzing feeling in its ass that refocused the pig’s thoughts though. At first the pig wasn’t sure if it imagined the feeling or not as it stopped almost as soon as the pig noticed it. Then it was back, then gone again. Back again and definitely more noticeable, then gone. the pig’s ass was plugged with some kind of electrified butt plug. It wasn’t the biggest thing that had been inserted into the pig’s ass by SIR but it could easily be the most worrisome. The buzzing was back again and just finally increasing in intensity to cross the threshold from a mild buzzing feeling and into pleasure. Then gone again.

“I’m sure by now that the pig has noticed the butt plug hasn’t it?” came BOSS’S voice so suddenly that it startled the pig. The second surprise and reminder came once the initial surprise wore off that truly, the entirety of the pig’s body was immobilized to an extent it had never thought possible. When SIR’S voice suddenly appeared in its own head, the pig felt its body try to jump, that quasi-electric feeling that’s pure uncontrollable impulse and a surge of adrenaline which has saved humanity from predators since before there was history. Only now, that impulse was useless, as was the pig’s body. For some reason, when the pig’s startled reaction to jump or twitch was prevented so completely, it could feel a fresh wave of anxiety starting to build within its sealed, pitch black immobile environment.

The buzzing that kept returning to its ass, more intense each time didn’t help either. It acted as a bellows to the anxiety that was beginning to take hold of the pig. Then a second feeling of buzzing joined the first, this time around it’s balls, wherever they were. And then a third buzz, but more of a sparkly feeling at the head of its dick joined the chorus, and then finally a deeper feeling inside at the base of its dick. Everything from the head of its cock to its ass and balls was beginning to buzz, vibrate, itch and throb, and all at different rates and intensities. As the intensity of each electrode grew, each wired part of his cock, balls and ass began to feel it pushing closer into pain and then back again. It was a tease at first and then became maddening. Even when in the most extreme bondage that BOSS had subjected the pig to, whenever He tortured the pig with e-stim the pig could still writhe, twitch and struggle to some extent but not now. it’s muscles tried involuntarily to tense from the electricity but there was nowhere to go, no way to move and it was as if the pig’s body was forced to remain limp and motionless, but still… it wasn’t limp. Muscles tensed, they just had no where to tense to.

the pig’s breathing was becoming shallow and fast and when the first truly painful shock struck at its balls the pig’s groans were stifled by the gag in its mouth and kept sealed inside by the fiberglass and plaster wrapped around its entire head.

“Without the pig’s microphone on I can’t even hear it yet” BOSS said amusingly to Felix who was watching the various sensor displays on the computer. BOSS was definitely starting to enjoy this new, most extreme level of bondage that He had subjected the pig to, and it was only just beginning.

BOSS slowly turned up the knobs on one of the e-stim boxes, watching the display of its intensity increase to levels that He knew the pig always struggled with. At the beginning of an e-stim session BOSS would always take the pig to a level that was truly painful to the pig, leave it there for long enough to get BOSS’S sadistic juices flowing and for the pig to start its gagged pleas for SIR to ease up, and then finally take it down to a level that bounced between pleasure and just a little bit of pain, jut to keep it interesting. BOSS knew exactly how to dial in the pig’s e-stim, like a maestro conducting a symphony, only this time, the conductor wasn’t listening to the symphony yet. BOSS was listening for the symphony, listening from the outside of the pig’s plaster cocoon for the noises that He absolutely knew it would be making, and He heard none of it. From the outside, looking at the smoothed and featureless plaster human form before Him, the pig might as well have been sleeping, but when He turned the pig’s microphone back on, it was obvious that the pig definitely was not sleeping. it was grunting and moaning and the pitch in its noises was slowly reaching that desperate sound which can only mean “Please SIR, have mercy”.

BOSS turned off the microphone again and silence returned to the motionless statue which in turn produced a wide and delighted smile to BOSS’S face. Leaving the pig to get further acquainted with its new accommodations for a few more moments, BOSS turned to Felix to join him at the computer to take note of the readings. Thanks to the recent advances in recent years, the ability to obtain various health monitors had become more accessible and now, BOSS and Felix were watching the pig’s temperature, heartbeat, blood oxygen levels, erection and its brainwaves. Thanks to Felix’s medical training they were able to generally understand the heart rate, breathing and so on, brainwaves were another matter though. The two were generally using the EEG headband underneath the plaster and bandages to watch for when the pig was sleeping, in a relaxed state or as was the case now, in a more “alert” state, all nicely indicated by the EEG software.

The two men talked amongst themselves for several minutes almost forgetting about the level of e-stim and pain that BOSS had left the pig in while they marveled at their handiwork, wondered about potentials and finalizing plans for the immediate future. Before finally returning to talk to the pig, BOSS couldn’t help himself and turned the microphone in the body cast on and off several more times. Noise, grunting and obviously pleading, then absolute silence. Moans, then silence. BOSS felt like He could have done that alone for hours and be able to call it a thoroughly enjoyable evening but there was still work to do and a pig to undoubtedly calm back down again.

BOSS unceremoniously switched off all the e-stim at once, taking a little pity on the pig which had been enduring the torture for quite a bit longer than He had originally anticipated. Turning on His own microphone again He spoke to the pig, using his super

power of whispering, reminding it that it was a pig, that it needed to be pig, that it needed to be contained like it was and to suffer for SIR. It had to be on some level, hypnotic, and it always worked. A couple of minutes later and the pig was breathing normally again and its heart rate was back to normal, the pig was worn out but calm again for the time being.

“Now that’s better pig. Good pig.” His voice was soothing while sounding unnaturally inside of the pig’s head thanks to the stereo headphones inside the cast and complete isolation from any exterior sounds.

“That was fun wasn’t it pig? Well, at least for SIR it was fun, and I think Felix enjoyed it too actually.”

The pig uttered a weary moan which even with the microphone was almost unheard.

“Before We started with the e-stim, SIR said that there was a lot to do didn’t I? Well there’s a bit more to take care of and some more information that SIR wants to give to the pig and it’s already getting late for SIR, so listen to SIR carefully now pig. Is it listening?

<grunt>

“Good pig. This next stage is going to be something completely new for the pig to experience and SIR wants it to remember that the pig is completely safe. Can it do that for SIR pig?”

Being asked to remember that “it’s safe” wasn’t exactly a comforting thought, a bit like telling someone not to panic just before the panicking begins, but the pig grunted once to answer ‘yes’ to SIR.

“Good pig. SIR has taken the pig through a lot of experiences so far right pig?” <grunt>

“Even to the point where the pig could let SIR control its breathing and make it pass out right pig?”

<grunt> The question of where this was all leading kept coming to the forefront of the pig’s mind.

“OK pig, now SIR isn’t going to make the pig pass out or anything, I wouldn’t do that to the pig in its current situation and I think the pig knows that by now, but what’s about to happen next is going to feel strange for a minute and it might make the pig think that it can’t breathe, but remember pig, that is not what is happening at all. the pig will have all the air it needs, it’s just that when SIR turns on a machine here, that machine is going to start breathing for the pig.”

“WHAT?!” For that moment, all the calming and reminding and comforting of the past several minutes flew out the window. Felix saw on the computer how the pig’s heart rate and brainwaves all spiked at the mention of a machine that would be breathing for the pig.

“Calm down pig, it’s going to be OK. Other than remembering to trust SIR and that it can still breathe, the pig just needs to remember to not try and fight the machine, let it take over otherwise then the pig probably will hurt itself.”

pig’s mind was in a huge conflict of being near to panicking and remembering and wanting to completely trust its OWNER. He had never led the pig astray and He had never hurt the pig unintentionally and on more than one occasion SIR had caught the pig when it had passed out due to the stress of their play.

“OK pig, SIR is turning on the machine in 3… 2… 1… now.”

For BOSS and Felix, the machine came to life, it sounded exactly like what anyone would have heard during any movie or tv show, some gentle whooshing and whirring noises. A slow draw from the machine to pull the air from the pig’s lungs, a brief pause and then a slow gentle push of fresh air back into the pig’s lungs. Enough to fill them until the pig’s chest pressed against the inside of the unyielding body cast but not enough to strain anything.

For the pig, the immediate feeling of the air being suddenly pulled from its lungs was near to instant panic, the pause after all the air had been extracted felt far too long and though welcome, the feeling of air being pushed back into its lungs was odd. But the pig suddenly remembered the times with previous partners where they had done something similar to this. Shared breathing. The top would seal his mouth in a kiss over the pig’s mouth and pinch the pig’s nose closed, he would then inhale and draw the air from the pig’s lungs and into his own. He would then exhale, then inhale through his own nose and then finally exhale through his mouth back into the pig. The challenge was that the pig essentially had to wait between breaths only to get back used air. But the experience was always intense and exciting.

Having a machine performing these functions lacked the intimacy of another man breathing for the pig, the air was cool and not warmed from his own lungs, and it was most definitely a mechanical process. At least the pauses between breaths was shorter since the machine didn’t have to catch its own breath before exhaling into the pig.

It was still an emotionally heightened experience and a challenge to trust the machine, the pig’s body knew perfectly well how to breathe on its own and for the first several attempts, it wanted to keep breathing on its own. Throughout those first few minutes, SIR’S voice kept soothing the pig, sounding as if SIR was exactly centered inside the pig’s sightless and motionless head, both focusing the pig on SIR’S voice and presence, and distracting the pig from attempting to fight the machine.

Once BOSS and Felix were confident that the machine was breathing adequately for the pig and that by appearances, the pig had adapted well enough to it, BOSS got back to business.

“pig, aside from just the pure joy for SIR of removing the pig’s ability to breathe for itself, SIR wants the pig to know that the machine was necessary since the pig is gagged underneath all that fiberglass and plaster. If the pig were to have started having a problem, it would take too long to rescue the pig. Does it understand that pig?

There was a delay before the pig could try to answer because of the cycling of the machine but on an exhale, the pig was just barely able to make a tiny, barely audible grunt, even with the gain on the microphone being turned up to its maximum. For Felix that wasn’t a surprise and he had forewarned BOSS that it might not be possible at all for the pig to make any verbalizations at all but it was still a little surprising for Him, hearing just how small of a sound it was. In fact, it might not be worth it anymore to have the pig respond to anything at all, which especially because of the situation might be even better now that He thought of it.

For the pig, the effort that it took to make its tiny sound, one which it wasn’t even sure it made, wondering if its throat just seized a little or something, was astounding. Frightening and exciting at the same time, so much so that the pig felt its plaster encased dick trying to grow underneath its immovable, and size-limiting shell.

Felix noticed the change on the readout for the penile plethysmograph which monitored the pig’s erections and mentioned it to BOSS. He was delighted to see it working given everything that they had either put on or in the pig’s cock.

“Hey pig, SIR forgot to tell it that I can see when its pig-dick is getting excited. That’s one of the many sensors we’ve put on the pig so even though the pig is completely sealed 100%, it still can’t hide anything from SIR.”

There was another increase on the erection meter…

“So something that SIR hasn’t told the pig yet, and which if it hasn’t occurred for the pig to think about yet, is why this is all happening and for how long it’s happening. SIR knows that the pig has wanted to be encased in a body cast for years now and it’s something that SIR has wanted to do both for the pig and to the pig but the timing and expenses and just life in general haven’t worked out until now.”

Possibly there was yet even more activity on the erection meter. For the pig trapped inside, its pig-dick as SIR liked to call it, was definitely starting to ache. It was wrapped and encased nice and snug inside all the plaster and fiberglass, not to mention whatever electrodes, catheter and the penis sensor that were attached to and invading it.

“It’s the case of feast or famine pig” BOSS continued “SIR and pup have to go out of town for a while and this is an occasion where SIR can’t crate the pig and take it with us. And while SIR has no problems, as the pig already knows, with leaving it alone and caged for a weekend, and maybe even for up to a week, this trip is going to be too long for that and as luck would have it, nearly everyone that SIR would trust enough to either take in the pig or just come by to check on it once in a while, is also unavailable.”

The thought or realization that BOSS had just implied that He would be out of town for at least longer than a week started a chill within the pig.

“It took some maneuvering as for one thing, SIR didn’t want anyone to be overburdened with taking care of the pig, which might seem in opposition to the current situation pig has found itself in. But… once SIR got to talking with Fil about the body cast and his experiences, and then later with Felix to arrange for him to assist with all of this, we have a fairly low maintenance arrangement worked out for the pig. One that won’t require anyone to be present with the pig for 24 hours a day.”

the pig had the image of its cast covered body, laying alone in some huge dark and empty warehouse and that image produced a typical array of fearful and excited feelings within it.

“So the pig is completely sealed and immobilized in this full body cast, there’s not a single opening in it that doesn’t have a tube or wire coming out of it. That’s also obviously why SIR had the pig on a clear liquid diet before cleaning itself out so completely as we wanted to be certain there was nothing left in its ass except for the butt plug. The pig is catheterized and it’s being fed with an IV, which is also how we could get away with gagging the pig underneath all of this.”

Throughout the evening and especially now that BOSS was laying out the situation for the pig, He had been again rubbing His hands across the smooth hard surface of the pig’s casted body. There was an undeniable desire to just keep the pig like this indefinitely but medical issues aside, BOSS still very much liked having access to the pig and to be able to use, torture, tease, play with and ignore it. But still, it was a powerful urge to see just how long the pig could be kept like that. His hands were tingling slightly from the continual motion over the surface of the plaster.

“The pig is on a table that took some work to develop but what it does is to very very slowly, move the pig from a horizontal position to a vertical position and then back again to avoid getting any sores from remaining on its back for so long. And finally, the respirator will keep the pig breathing and keep its nose from getting stuffed up, which all addresses the pig’s health and medical needs.”

“The rest is all for fun. Felix has been a genius through all of this and has all the health monitors, these headphones that SIR is talking to pig through, and the e-stim boxes running on SIR’S computer. While SIR is away, I’ll be able to remotely log in to My computer to check on the pig, play with it with the e-stim and even keep an eye on it

with the computer’s camera, even though SIR knows that the pig isn’t going anywhere. As a combination of a bonus and a necessity, there is an array of pain medications to make sure that the pig doesn’t get too sore from being motionless as well as some other more recreational items which SIR decided to let the pig have some experiences with. After all, it’s not like the pig can go anywhere or do anything to harm itself, and anytime the recreational drugs are employed, if only even to help the pig pass the time, Felix will be here for that. But rest assured pig, this is going to be the biggest challenge for it yet as far as bondage and being left alone and ignored. Only SIR will be talking to the pig and as SIR is sure that the pig can guess, now that it’s on the respirator, the pig won’t be able to even grunt for anyone now.”

The pig’s mind was swimming with all of this information. it was bouncing between fear and dread and nearly uncontainable excitement that it was almost all it could do to stay focused and listen to SIR’S voice.

“And now pig, the final revelation before SIR signs off for tonight and leaves the pig here all alone is the amount of time that it will be just like this, in this body cast, absolutely immovable and cut off from the entire world except for when SIR is talking to it. This trip will have SIR away easily for two weeks and quite possibly more. I won’t bother the pig with any of the details about it or why, as it’s none of the pig’s business right pig? Suffice it to say, tonight is the first night of at least easily 14 more days and nights of the most intense bondage and isolation it has ever experienced. SIR is very confident that the pig will make it through this, and don’t forget pig, even though it will be here alone most of the time with only Felix to check on it once in a while, SIR will be basically calling in to talk to it a lot pig. SIR knows that the pig loves being held in sensory deprivation bondage and listening to SIR as I remind it that it’s nothing but a pig, nothing but an object for SIR to play with and ignore, and it’s going to get a lot of that from SIR, but only in between some very long stretches of complete utter nothingness.”

BOSS then quietly turned off His microphone to leave His pig hanging on the end of His last sentence. He liked being able to throw in some theatrics every now and then, and leaving the pig with the thought of being left isolated and alone without even saying good night was too much to resist. Quite possibly, the best part of His upcoming trip would be the pig that He left home alone, trapped in a body cast for weeks.

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