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OFFICE OF THE FUTURE QUEEN MACKENZIE
INTERNAL MEMORANDUM

TO: All Palace Goddess Staff
FROM: The Office of the Future Queen Mackenzie
SUBJECT: Stress Management

In this time of crisis, with the potential for war with Amazonia looming on the horizon, I understand that stress levels may be high.  It is important that we all remain focused, sharp, and composed.

To that end, I strongly encourage all Goddesses on staff to be particularly brutal and mean to the pigs on staff.  That is what there are here for.  Use them as a physical outlet for your stress.  The break room will continue to be fully stocked with an array of whips, paddles, and strap-ons for you to abuse the pigs at your leisure.

Goddesses are also, of course, encouraged to use pigs for worship as another means to relieve stress.  Nothing relieves stress like a lunch break orgasm!

Whether it’s having a pig pleasure you or be a target for your abuse, the pigs on staff exist for one reason: to help you de-stress and be ready for any challenge that lies ahead.  Do not hesitate to use them as you see fit.  Your mental well-being is critical to the smooth functioning of this office!

I sit upon the throne in the palace.  Alex’s throne, and soon to be mine.  The throne room is empty, save for the silent, watching Royal Guard.  In my hands, I hold a framed photograph of Alex.  It’s a famous one, an image that was once on every news screen in the Matriarchy.  In it, Alex is dressed in a military uniform, her eyes burning with defiance.  It was from when she had declared herself “Generalissima,” and had declared martial law in her stronghold of Venus to clamp down on the males in that city, and then later launched her civil war against Overgal. At the time I thought she was reckless and that she looked silly in that uniform.  And things looked pretty dire for her for a while.  But somehow she kept narrowly avoiding defeat.  And by Goddess, she had won that civil war as Generalissima.  The rest is history.

I look at the photo, tears in my eyes.  Alex was so strong then but now she is gone, seemingly kidnapped, and held hostage in Amazonia.  As I look at the photo, I start speaking to it, as if I am speaking to my older sister.

“You know, for all the faults I saw in you, for all the times I resented you… I have to admit, Alex, you were ruthless when you had to be.  You were so skilled at defeating and vanquishing your enemies.  ‘Generalissima’… she was the exact sort of tough, ruthless leader the Matriarchy needs right now.  With Amazonia threatening us, with the Big Kale conglomerate pulling its strings from the shadows… we need that strength now, more than ever.  I hope that some of that ruthlessness, some of that strength, rubbed off on me.  That I inherited even a fraction of it.”

My mind drifts back to our childhood.

“We fought so much when we were younger, didn’t we?  It was always a constant battle.  And you were older, so you were always the winner.  You were always stronger than me.  You kicked my butt all the time.  For most of my life, I resented you for that.  For the beatdowns, for the bullying.  A part of me hated you for it.”

I look at the photo again, at the fierce, unyielding woman in the uniform.

“And even now, a part of me still resents you for it.  But another part of me realizes that you made me stronger.  Tougher.  More resilient.  Every time you knocked me down, I had to get back up.  Every time you humiliated me, I had to learn to fight back.  I know that will help me now.  Now that I am being put on this throne, now that I am being thrust into this crisis with Amazonia and Big Kale.  All those years of you beating on me… they prepared me for this.”

I look up from the photo, my gaze sweeping across the empty, imposing throne room.

“I just hope it was enough.  I hope that your bullying, your beatdowns, made me strong and resilient enough to be up for this task.  Strong enough to save you, Alex, and bring you home.”

As I wait for the next sub-Goddess PSA to begin shooting, I know this one is going to be a little different.  Mom says that my efforts to improve the welfare of sub-Goddesses is noble and she has been supportive.  But she insists that if I am being elevated Queen during this time of crisis, and potentially during this time of war, I need to show myself as a strong leader to the public.  So, this PSA is intended to also convey that I can be tough even if I believe in being kind and merciful so sub-Goddesses.  This PSA will present a specific case about a woman who was sentenced to be a sub-Goddess as punishment, but she will not get the mercy of being freed like in my last PSA.  She is a spy from abroad, sent to commit espionage against the Matriarchy.  We must come down hard on such serious crimes.  But I can still use her case to support my sub-Goddess philosophy.  She may not be freed, but we do not have to treat her with cruelty.

The PSA begins.

Today, we are discussing a special case.  The sub-Goddess you are about to meet is a spy from a nation abroad. She was arrested along with a male who was posing as her pig, and they were both posing as wanting to emigrate here, but the MIS determined the truth. They are, in fact, a husband and wife sent to spy.  They were arrested and sentenced to a lifetime serving as a sub-Goddess and pig. They are in the process of being trained together so that they can be sold as a pair to a Goddess who wants a submissive couple.  While I am all about forgiving women for their crimes if they show they have been rehabilitated, a spy from abroad is an exception.  For national security purposes, she cannot be freed and elevated to a Goddess.  However, I hope that she will find new purpose as a sub-Goddess and live a fulfilling life.  She can still be taught to fully recognize her own divinity as a female, and to unlearn the harmful ideology that viewed her male partner as an “equal” or “spouse,” rather than the inferior slave and servant he truly is.

The pair is then led in, crawling on their hands and knees. They begin to kiss my shoe. As they do, I pick up a flogger from a nearby table.  Then I order a command to the pig in a harsh voice.

Lie on your back, pig.  Now!

He scrambles to obey.  Next I command the sub-Goddess, my voice softer this time, but still stern.

And you, on all fours at my side.

She complies instantly.  I step one of my high-heeled shoes onto the pig’s chest, the sharp point of the stiletto digging into his flesh. He cries out in pain.  As I do this, I lash the back of the sub-Goddess with the flogger. She flinches from the lashes and her eyes tear up.

I am not whipping her very hard.  Not nearly as hard as I would whip a pig. She deserves punishment for her crimes, but it is not too severe.  In contrast, I will not be holding back at all on the pig.

I put all my weight down, really grinding my stiletto into his chest, making him cry out in agony, louder this time. I step up with my other foot and place it on him so that both heels are pressing painfully into his body.  The pig cries out again in pain. I turn to the sub-Goddess again.

Kiss my leg.

She complies, her lips soft against my skin.  I stomp on the pig a few times, making him scream.  The sub-Goddess shifts around, clearly upset at the pained screams her former spouse makes. But she continues obediently kissing my leg.

I put the sole of my shoe down on the pig’s penis and press down hard, drawing another, louder shriek of agony from him.

Finally, I step off of the pig and back onto the floor, but then place the ball of my foot on his face, pressing down. I speak to the sub-Goddess again.

Tell me about your life with this loser before you made the mistake of coming here as a spy.

“I… I love him dearly, your Highness,” she says, her voice trembling. “In our old life, I was actually the submissive one. He was the dominant one.”

My nose wrinkles in disgust and I shake my head but then I give her a sympathetic look as I address her.

That is against the natural order.  In time, you will learn that.

I look to the camera.

Sub-Goddesses who are submissive to males must be slowly conditioned to understand the natural order of female supremacy. They must be eased into this truth.

I look back to the sub-Goddess.

Look at your former husband. Look at what a whimpering, weak loser he is.

I angrily address the pig next.

Admit it! Admit that females are the superior gender!

He sobs and cries out in reply, “Yes! Females are superior, Goddess! You are all superior!”

But the sub-Goddess insists, “He’s been brainwashed! I still love him!  Please free us and let us go home!”

I shake my head and when I reply to her, there is once again sympathy in my voice.

Espionage is a very serious crime.  You will not be freed.  However, I will allow you to be intimate with this pig who was once your husband.

Much to my disgust, she begins to fellate him. I cannot hide my disdain as I watch and I shake my head.

It is of course up to Goddesses whether they would ever allow such a sub-Goddess they own to perform such a degrading and perverse act.  I would not, but I believe a sub-Goddess must be gently broken of harmful habits like this.

I bend down and start slapping the pig across the face, hard, so that he gets no enjoyment from the act his former wife performs on him.

You may share one more intimate moment, on account of your former marriage.  You can have sex.

I am noticeably annoyed when the sub-Goddess presents herself on all fours, in a clearly submissive pose, and the pig starts to have sex with her from behind. As the pig thrusts away, I wrap my arm around his neck, intermittently cutting off his air, a constant reminder of his subservience.  Every time he starts thrusting harder, I cut off his air, so he knows he is fully at my mercy and that he may only act with my permission.

I continue watching, disgusted, as they have sex in this disgusting position. I am sure to keep cutting off his air, ensuring he gets no enjoyment from his degrading act.

As this continues, he is soon gasping for breath and unable to keep thrusting.  I look over to the sub-Goddess and when I address her, my voice is once again soft and kind.

If you wish to engage in a perverse act like this, you should at least do so in a dominant fashion.

 I order the pig onto his back again and for the sub-Goddess to get on top of him.

There, this is at least a dominant position.

As the sub-Goddess straddles her husband and rides him, I watch them for a moment.  I order her to be rougher as she rides him and as she does, the pig’s penis is bent painfully making him cry out in agony.  I am pleased that only she is enjoying this act now, and not him.  I begin to narrate again.

While this new sub-Goddess will hopefully be conditioned soon enough to be weaned from wanting to have sex with loser males and will learn to see him as just another pig, we must take baby steps. In time, they will both be sold to a good home, where they can serve a Goddess together.

Melissa’s words echo in my mind.  She had delivered grave news to me this weekend.  Alex had not gotten addicted to LUST again.  She had not disappeared because she was living out some secret, shameful submissive fantasy.  She had not run off because the pressure had gotten to be too much, like the last time she had disappeared.  It turns out she had been kidnapped.  Through a conspiracy between Amazonia, our neighbor to the north, and the powerful interests of Big Kale, the agricultural behemoth that Alex had threatened. They had abducted her and now she was a prisoner in Amazonia.  At least Melissa has good evidence of this, though we cannot be sure yet.  So, Melissa and my mother made the decision. In this time of crisis, with the potential for war with Amazonia looming and the need to rescue Alex, the Matriarchy needs a Queen on the throne.  And so, soon, I will ascend to the throne and be Queen.

I walk along the Hall of Portraits depicting the Matriarchy’s Queens, my footsteps echoing softly on the marble floor.  I am alone in the hall, though not really.  The Royal Guard shadow me closely.  They are there to ensure I do not end up like Alex, their increased presence a grim reminder of the new Amazonian threat.

The faces of the past Queens look back at me, their painted eyes seeming to judge my worthiness.  I reach the end of the hall, the final five portraits, a chaotic history of the last decade.  There is a portrait of Queen Overgal, whose family ruled the Matriarchy until her downfall and overthrow by Isabela, my Mom’s longtime friend and ally.  Then a portrait of Queen Temptress, who seized the throne and eventually became my sister’s mentor.  Then Alex in the portrait commissioned during her first reign, after she was chosen by Temptress to succeed her (after a brief coup by Melissa, when my sister and she had their big falling out).  Then a second portrait of Overgal, who had seized the throne back during Alex’s first disappearance and absence.  And finally, Alex again, in the last portrait at the very end of the hall, covering her second reign after she had returned and toppled Overgal in the civil war and retook the throne.  Soon, my own portrait will go up in this hall after Alex’s second portrait.  I stop and look at this final portrait of my sister. In my hands, I hold Alex’s tiara.  I reach out, my fingers tracing the outline of Alex’s painted face on the canvas.  A wave of conflicting emotions washes over me. I am excited to be Queen.  I know I can and will be a great Queen and I have so many ideas to better the lives of our Goddesses and sub-Goddesses. 

But I am also terrified. I am scared for Alex, who I have spent most of my life resenting, but whose safety and wellbeing now consumes my every thought. How is she being treated in her captivity?  Is she okay?  Is she even alive? I am so scared for her.  And I am also scared to lead the Matriarchy in a time of war, if it comes to that.  I am 19 years old and have not even started my sophomore year in college.  What do I know of military strategy, of diplomacy?  Will I be sending Goddesses to their deaths?  What if I make a mistake and cause more death and ruin?  What if I endanger Alex further?  What will Amazonia do with its hostage if we threaten them?

And then there is the guilt.  I have been so preoccupied with my own plans, with my Sub-Goddess Bill of Rights, with crafting my image.  I have been planning for a future I dreamed of, but I should have been focused on finding Alex.  All this time, while I was playing politics and filming PSAs, she was a prisoner.  This makes me sick.  She is my family and I should have been looking for her.  I hope, with every fiber of my being, that she is okay.

I clasp the tiara tighter. I look at her painted face, her strong, confident gaze, and I whisper to her portrait in the empty hall, “Where are you, Alex?  Please be okay.  I will find you and I will rescue you from the monsters of Amazonia and Big Kale that took you.”

As I wait for the next PSA to begin shooting, which will emphasize that sub-Goddess are not only superior to pigs but are also to free males, my mind replays the call I had to make to set this up.  The Cadets.  I had to rely on those cultish psychopaths and bullies to find me a law-breaking free male and snatch him up.  I hated using them, but I have to reluctantly admit they are perfect for this particular type of job.  They have no problem flaunting any rules or laws given that my sister has always shielded them from scrutiny and their standing with Alex makes them pretty much unaccountable.

The Cadets had brought me some ransom free male they snatched off the street for jaywalking.  The Cadets insisted he was guilty of more, claiming he was part of a criminal syndicate of free males who were conspiring against the Matriarchy.  I am more than skeptical of this claim and I am pretty sure they made the whole “criminal syndicate” thing up.  But I don’t care.  He’s just a male, after all.  And he did jaywalk, so he is a criminal. 

The PSA begins with me seated on a chair.  A naked and collared sub-Goddess is brought in, crawling on a leash held by one of the training facility staffers.  The sub-Goddess kneels beside me.  I smile at her and begin speaking in a kind voice.

Please tell me about yourself.

The sub-Goddess explains that she was once a Goddess but had been convicted of serious crimes.  She was a bank robber who had robbed a number of banks in the Matriarchy before she was caught.  She was convicted of her crimes and sentenced to be a sub-Goddess for life as her punishment.  She emphasizes at the end that she wishes she could take it all back, regrets her past, and is sorry for what she did.

I reach out and gently pat her head.

I believe you.  I can see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice that you are truly remorseful.

Just then, one of the Cadets leads the captured free male in on a leash.  He is naked, save for a black leather collar around his neck, and he is crawling awkwardly on his hands and knees behind the Cadet.

I announce who he is.

And here we have a free male who suspected of being a criminal, with strong evidence against him.

The male’s eyes are wide with panic.  He starts pleading with me.  “Please, your Highness, please!  All I did was jaywalk!  I swear to you, I’m not part of any criminal syndicate!”

I of course ignore his desperate pleas.

Liar!

To silence him, I pick up a flogger from the table beside me and I lash him across the back several times.  He cries out in pain.  I stand up, looming over him, and glare down at him coldly.

How stupid are you?  How dare break the Matriarchy’s laws!  You are a lowly free male, no better than a pig in my view!  You break our laws, and then you lie about it to my face!  You are a pathetic, disgusting loser!

I continue to berate him for his crimes and for lying.  Then I issue my next command, smiling down at the sub-Goddess as I do.

Show your penitence.  Worship this sub-Goddess’s ass.  Now!  She may be a sub-Goddess but a sub-Goddess is still far superior to any male.

The free male looks at me, horrified, clearly not keen on licking a stranger’s ass.  Then he looks at the sub-Goddess, who turns and presents herself to him . He reluctantly complies, his face contorted in disgust as he pushes his mouth in between her ass cheeks.  The sub-Goddess clearly enjoys it.  She was once a Goddess and I am sure she regularly enjoyed such worship from pigs.

I resume narrating as the male worships the sub-Goddess’s ass.

It is important to recognize that sub-Goddesses are not just fully superior to pigs.  They are superior to all males.  This loser here might technically be a “free male.”  But he is still inferior and subordinate to every female in the Matriarchy, be they Goddess or sub-Goddess.

The pig continues tonguing the ass of the sub-Goddess and I smirk as I watch him.

In my view, all women are redeemable.  If they work hard to rehabilitate, if they show true remorse, they should be forgiven.  All Goddesses and sub-Goddesses are entitled to mercy.  That obviously contrasts with males, who receive no mercy and deserve nothing but contempt and derision.

I fall silent and watch as the male continues licking the sub-Goddess’s ass for several minutes.  Then I order him to stop and point to a couch in the corner of the room.

Lie across it on your back now!

He scrambles to obey.  I take the sub-Goddess’s leash and lead her over to the couch.  I strip off my pants and toss them aside, leaving me in only a red lace thong and my heels.  I sit on the couch above the man, my crotch inches from his face.  I can see him staring, a desperate, eager hunger in his eyes.  He may not be a pig, but he thinks like a pig.  He has the base cravings of a pig.  All males do.

I turn to the sub-Goddess, ignoring the male for a moment as I address her.

As Future-Queen, I do not yet have the pardon power.  But I will speak with Head of State.  I will see if she will join me in writing a joint letter to the Matriarchy Parole Board, to allow you to regain your freedom and rejoin society as a Goddess.

I look down at the male.

And you, if you stop denying your criminal acts and fully confess and surrender your freedom to be a pig, I will allow you a nice life as my personal pet pig.  Confess now, and I will let me kiss me between the legs.

Perhaps he sees the writing on the wall and thinks falsely confessing is his best option to minimize the consequences.  Or perhaps he is just horny.  Whatever his motivation, he breaks instantly, surrendering his freedom and spilling a long, detailed confession about being in a criminal syndicate.  His facts don’t match the ones the Cadets told me.  It is clear that both the Cadets and he made up that he is in this syndicate.  Oh well, he is the loser who falsely confessed based on the illusion he will get to be my pig.  Sucks for him.  He will learn soon enough he won’t actually get to be my pet, but he has revoked his free status and it is too late now.

I let him kiss my panty-clad crotch as I speak with the sub-Goddess again.

All women are redeemable.  But males?  They are not.

I allow the sub-Goddess to talk about her hopes and dreams about turning her life around as she is free while the loser free males kisses and licks my crotch.

Every woman deserves a second chance.

I then address the male below me as he continues planting eager kisses on my crotch.

You clearly committed these crimes just to get caught, didn’t you?  You wanted to lose your freedom and be a pig.  

I then make him an offer I know he will not refuse.

I do not have to show you mercy , but I will make you a deal.  If you name ten more free males who are part of your criminal syndicate, I will pull my panties to the side and let you worship my pussy.

He is so eager he immediately relents, quickly spouting off ten names.  I am quite sure they are just ten random free males he knows, with no involvement in any crimes, but I don’t care about their plights.  They will be better off as pigs anyway.  I will have all ten names sent to the Matriarchy Investigative Service.

I pull my panties to the side and the new pig buries his face in my crotch, his tongue clumsy but enthusiastic as he worships me.

See, your life will be so much better as a pig than it ever was as a free male.

As my arousal builds, a pleasant heat spreading through my loins, I address the sub-Goddess again.

Of course, we welcome sub-Goddesses who crave a life of submission to live with us in the Matriarchy.  And of course, we must enforce our laws and punish Goddesses who commit serious crimes.  And for many, being a sub-Goddess is preferable to being in prison.  But I feel like we must also show mercy and compassion to those willing to rehabilitate.  I hope that very soon you will be a Goddess again and you can have your own pig to worship you whenever you please.

I am soon on the verge of orgasm, despite this loser male’s clumsy worship.

I address the camera.

Even the lowest sub-Goddess, one who committed serious crimes and sentenced to this life against her will, is still immensely superior to any male.

I orgasm, shuddering as a wave of pleasure washing over me.  When the last tremors of my climax fade, I have the new pig sent away.  The Cadet returns and drags him off.

When he is gone, I turn to the sub-Goddess and laugh.

He won’t be my pet and that is the last chance he will ever have to worship me.  He’s a confessed criminal.  He is going to the mines.

The sub-Goddess and I both laugh as the PSA ends.

I am back at the Freya Sub-Goddess Training Academy, ready to shoot the next PSA.  I am dressed in black lingerie: a lace corset, lace thong, stockings, and black stiletto heels.  In front of me, a sub-Goddess trainee and one of my pigs kneel.  The PSA begins.

Hello again.  I am back here at the wonderful Freya Sub-Goddess Training Academy with another opportunity to demonstrate my views on sub-Goddess welfare.  And, of course, another wonderful opportunity to abuse and humiliate a pig.

I look down at the sub-Goddess trainee.

Tell me about yourself, sweetie.  Where do you come from?

The sub-Goddess explains she was from the Maledom Empire.  She was a slave there but  was thankfully sold to the Matriarchy.  She explains further that she is glad to be here but her submissive nature is fully ingrained, so she looks forward to serving a Goddess in the Matriarchy.

We of course respect that you have submissive desires and we are honored to have you serve Goddesses here.  However the fact remains that as a woman, you are still superior to every single male in the world.  Even as you enjoy serving Goddesses, you must always remember your divinity as a female.

I then turn my gaze to the pig, my expression hardening.

You on the other hand are a lowly, pathetic creature.  The lowest of the low.

I look back at the sub-Goddess.

Now, you get to choose.  Do you want to worship my pussy, or my ass?  This worthless pig will be stuck with whatever is left over.

The sub-Goddess’s eyes light up with joy and she eagerly chooses my pussy.

Both of you, crawl over and begin to worship me.

I remove my panties and toss them aside as the pig and sub-Goddess crawl over.

The sub-Goddess crawls to the front, and she eagerly pushes her face between my thighs.  The pig crawls behind me, pushing his face between my ass cheeks.  I hold them both in place, one hand gripping the sub-Goddess’s hair, the other pressing firmly on the back of the pig’s head.  I close my eyes, losing myself in the dual sensations.

Get your tongue deeper in my ass, you worthless pig.

I gasp as the sub-Goddess’s tongue teases me to arousal.

Yes… just like that.  You are so good at this, so much better than this loser pig.

I stifle another gasp, my body beginning to tense.  The feeling of both of them worshipping me is intoxicating.  I hold them tighter, grinding against their faces, until a powerful orgasm rips through me, leaving me breathless and trembling.

I take a moment to recover, then issue my next command.

Pig.  Kneel over that couch!

He scrambles to obey, draping his trembling body over the leather couch.  I walk to the wall and select a leather flogger.  I lash the pig’s back over and over.  He cries out, then sobs, his body jerking with each strike.  When his back is a mess of red welts, I hand the flogger to the sub-Goddess.

Your turn, sweetie.  Whip this loser pig with all your strength.  Show him you are his superior.  Show him your divinity as a woman!

She takes the flogger, a look of fierce determination on her face, and lashes the pig again and again, until the pig is sobbing uncontrollably.  I finally tell her to stop.

I look down at the pitiful sobbing pig.

Show your appreciation for being put in your place.  Worship this divine sub-Goddess’s ass.

I watch as he crawls over to her, pushing his face into the cleft of her ass and begins licking away.  I walk over and hold his head in place, pushing his face in deeper.

You are lower than all females.  Your only purpose in life is to serve all Goddesses.  You should be thankful this sub-Goddess is giving you the privilege of letting you put your tongue in her divine ass.

I hold the pig in place for several long minutes, forcing him to worship her ass.  Finally, I release his head

Crawl out of the room.  I don’t want to look at your ugly face anymore.

The pig scurries away.  I turn to the sub-Goddess and pull her into a warm hug.

You were magnificent.  I know you will leave this facility and end up in a very good home serving a Goddess.  But never forget your place over males.

When my sister was here, it seemed like she and Melissa always got glowing press coverage.  The press office spun everything they did!  I used to get so mad about that when I was younger.  I hated how they always manipulated press coverage to put them in a positive light.  Promoting everything they did.  Covering up their various scandals.  Even the lame and awful Cadets got great press coverage when Alex was in charge.  I thought it was a gross violation of the principle of a free and independent press.  But things are different now.  Now I am being groomed to be Queen and I need better press coverage.  I need the kind of masterful public relations that Alex and Melissa always enjoyed.  Some pig in my office better start coordinating with the press office immediately.  I expect to see press releases issued that put me in a positive light.  I want to see positive stories about me and my initiatives.  Get it done!

I am once standing in the Freya sub-Goddess training facility ready to film the next PSA.  Behind me is one of my pigs.  Kneeling at my feet is a beautiful sub-Goddess trainee from the facility.  I am dressed to tease and provoke the pig that is with me: a sheer black lace top, a tiny black G-string, and black high heels.  I know this particular pig has a shoe fetish, and also that he absolutely loves my ass.  I will use both of these desires against him in this PSA.

The PSA begins.

Hello again.  Once more, I am here to offer my personal views on the treatment and rights of our beloved sub-Goddesses.  I know that there are diverging views, and that is why I believe this conversation is a necessary one.

I gesture to the scene around me.

I am back here at the prestigious Freya Sub-Goddess Training Academy, this time with a sub-Goddess trainee and one of my pigs.  In my view, treating a sub-Goddess with kindness isn’t just the right thing to do.  It’s also a fun way to make pigs jealous and tease them.  It’s also another tool to make pigs feel their own inferiority.

My gaze sharpens as I turn to the pig.

Pig!  You will edge yourself.  You will stroke yourself to stay erect, but you are not, under any circumstances, permitted to cum!  If you do, you will be sent to the mines.  Do you understand me, you loser?

The pig meekly nods.

Good.  Now, you will watch as I play with this beautiful sub-Goddess.

I bend down, cupping the sub-Goddess’s face in my hands.  I pull her into a deep, sensual kiss.  We kiss for an extended period before I pull away just for a moment to command the pig again.

Keep edging.  Start kissing my ass as you do.  Kiss all over it.

I press my lips to the sub-Goddess’s lips again and resume making out with her.  I feel the sensation of the pig’s lips on my lower back and his lips trail down my spine, then I feel a soft kiss against each of my ass cheeks.  I ignore the pig as I enjoy the feel of the sub-Goddess’s tongue dancing with mine.  I pull away from her briefly to issue another command to the pig.

Remove my panties, loser.

The pig’s trembling fingers fumble with my panties as he pulls them down.

Now, resume kissing my ass.

I turn back to the sub-Goddess, my lips finding hers once more.   I again feel the pig’s lips kissing a trail down my lower back.  We make out as the pig lays kisses all over my bare ass cheeks.

Finally, I pull away from the sub-Goddess.  I move to a plush chair and sit on it.  I turn to the pig and issue another stern command.

Continue stroking.  Keep yourself on the edge while you watch us.

I place my heels in front of the sub-Goddess.

You may worship them, sweetie.

She complies instantly, her arousal evident as her tongue laps at the leather of my shoes.  I glance at the pig, whose eyes are locked on the sub-Goddess licking my shoes.  I can see he is both aroused and jealous.

Don’t you dare cum by accident, you pathetic loser.

I watch the sub-Goddess for a moment longer as she eagerly licks my shoe.  Then I extend my other foot, shoving the sole of my shoe into the pig’s face.

Lick and clean the sole.  This beautiful sub-Goddess is permitted to polish the leather of my shoes, but all you are worthy of is cleaning the dirty soles.

He licks the sole as the sub-Goddess continues to worship my other shoe.  

After a while, I remove both shoes and order the sub-Goddess and pig to each worship a foot.  As they lick my feet, I heap praise on the sub-Goddess.

You’re doing such a good job.  Your tongue is so soft.  Your worship so skilled.

Then I turn to the pig.

And you’re doing a poor job.  Sloppy!  Lazy!  Worthless!  Keep edging.  Don’t you dare cum!

I look back at the sub-Goddess.

Unlike this loser pig, you will be permitted an orgasm before this session is over.  But that loser pig will never be permitted an orgasm.

Her eyes light up with gratitude.

I shift my legs, sticking both of my feet in the pig’s face.

Worship them.

As he obeys, I teach the sub-Goddess how to be dominant with a pig.  I take her hand and place it on the pig’s scalp.

Grab him roughly.  Hold his head in place.  There you go!  Show him you’re in control of him.

She complies, her grip tightening.

Good.  Now, slap him, hard, across the face.

She does, twice.  The sound is sharp and satisfying.

I rise from the chair, taking the pig’s chin in my hand and forcing him to look at me.  His eyes have teared up from the sting of the slaps.

Keep edging.  Don’t stop!

I turn to the sub-Goddess.

Lay kisses all over my ass cheeks, sweetie, while this loser pig watches.

As she complies, I berate the pig.

See?  Her kisses are soft, sensual.  Yours were like a dog’s wet tongue.  You are so pathetic!

I turn back to the sub-Goddess.

It’s time for your reward for being such a dutiful sub-Goddess.

I look at the pig.

Stop edging!  Hands off your cock, loser.

I have the sub-Goddess straddle the pig’s face.

Lick her to orgasm, pig.  Now!

As he obeys, I instruct the sub-Goddess.

Smother him; bear all your weight down on him.  That’s good!  Now use his face.  Grind your hips and ride his tongue for your own pleasure.  And while you do, I will punish this pig for being so horny and erect during the whole session.

I start kicking the pig in the balls.  Then I step on his penis, grinding the ball of my foot down on it.  He thrashes in agony, his muffled squeals lost under the sub-Goddess as she continues to ride his face.  Finally, the sub-Goddess cries out, her body shuddering as she orgasms.

I get on my knees on the chair, my ass jutting out, and have the sub-Goddess get in the same position beside me.

Lick my ass, pig.

He quickly complies and I feel his tongue slide in between my ass cheeks.

Deeper.  Get your tongue in my ass, loser.

His tongue worms its way into my ass.  After I’m satisfied, I order him to crawl over to the sub-Goddess and do the same.  He starts licking her ass.  I stand behind them, spreading the sub-Goddess’s cheeks so he can push his face in deeper.

That’s all you are, isn’t it, pig?  A lowly ass licker.

Finally, I pin the pig to the chair beside me and have the sub-Goddess watch as I pick up a leather tawse.  I thrash and beat the pig’s penis and balls with the tawse.  He wails in agony.

After I have thrashed his penis and balls to my satisfaction, I hand the tawse to the sub-Goddess.

Your turn, sweetie.

I show her how to wield it, and she thrashes him as well, a look of joy on her face as she does.

I turn back to the camera.

In my view, being kind to sub-Goddesses isn’t just about treating a fellow divine female with respect.  It is also another mechanism for tormenting pigs.  And that, after all, is the ultimate goal.

I was browsing social media yesterday and somebody reposted a video of Goddesses abusing and humiliating a sub-Goddess on the subway.  It was horrible!  It was inexcusable!  We clearly have a lot work to do to change the sadistic mindset of Goddesses in our society.  I am more determined than ever to get out my PSAs to start a conversation about sub-Goddess abuse. 

It is time to start shooting more PSAs.   This time, though, it is different.  There is no shame, no feeling of being used.  This is my own project, not one being pushed on me by Alex’s staff like the milking facility PSAs.  And I am ready to do some good.

The PSA opens with a shot of me in the Freya sub-Goddess training facility.

Hello everyone.  Today, I want to talk about something that is close to my heart, the treatment and welfare of our beloved sub-Goddesses.  I know there are many, many views on this topic, on what rights sub-Goddesses should have, and what their place in our society is.  I am only offering my own personal views.

And in my humble opinion, it is imperative that we, as a society, never forget a fundamental truth: sub-Goddesses are still Goddesses.  They are female, and therefore divine.  And we must therefore always make sure that they are treated with the respect that divinity demands.  They must be treated, at the very least, with much more respect than any male, be that male a pig or free male.

To explore this issue, I’ve decided to tour the prestigious Freya Sub-Goddess Training Academy.  I want to meet some of the remarkable trainees here, and to demonstrate how I believe they should be treated.  I’ve also brought along some of my pigs, so that the sub-Goddesses here can see a clear, visual reminder that even in their submission, they are still Goddesses, far superior to the loser males who serve us.

The scene cuts.  The next shot is a close-up of my feet.  A pig is on his hands and knees, his tongue bathing the sole of my left foot with his tongue.  Beside him, a beautiful sub-Goddess kneels, licking between the toes of my right foot.

Of course, sub-Goddesses live to worship their owners, just as pigs do.  But there are ways to make a sub-Goddess fully understands that she is better than a pig.

The scene widens to show me reclining on a plush couch.  The pig is now lying on his back on the hard floor as he sucks the toes of my one foot.  The sub-Goddess, however, is kneeling on a cushion on the floor and leaning comfortably against the edge of the couch, as she licks the sole of my other foot.

To me, their relative positions are important.  The pig is literally lower, on the floor, whereas the sub-Goddess is higher, on a cushion and leaning against the couch.  It’s a more comfortable position, and a more dignified one.  It reinforces for them both who stands higher in the Matriarchy’s hierarchy.

The scene shifts again.  A sub-Goddess and I are together in a hot tub.  A pig kneels on the floor beside us, holding a tray with two glasses of water.

Obviously, pigs must spend every moment of their lives serving and laboring.  But in my humble view, letting a sub-Goddess relax and spend quality leisure time with her Goddess is important.  It is also important to demonstrate for sub-Goddesses that pigs must serve them as well as Goddesses.

I turn to the sub-Goddess beside me, a playful smile on my lips.

And it’s a fun way to tease the pigs.

I lean in and press my lips to the sub-Goddess’s lips and give her a deep, passionate kiss. After a moment, I pulled away and look at the pig, who has grown erect from seeing us kiss.  My eyes flash with irritation and I reach out and slap him hard across the face.

Obviously, a pig is never, ever permitted to even think about kissing a Goddess.  It is a privilege to which sub-Goddess are entitled, in my view, a sign of their higher station.  Sub-Goddesses, as you can see, are very good kissers.

The next shot shows me gripping a pig’s head, forcing his mouth against the sole of a sub-Goddess’s shoe.  His tongue is out, licking it clean.

This helps pigs to fully understand their place.  And it helps reinforce for sub-Goddesses that they remain far superior to pigs.  They are not the same.  They are not equals.

The scene shifts again.  The same sub-Goddess is now sitting on a leather couch, her bare feet propped up as the pig kneels before her, kissing her feet.  I stand behind them, a flogger in my hand.  I bring it down hard across the pig’s back with a sharp thwack, leaving a red welt.  He cries out but doesn’t break his task.  Then I hand a riding crop to the sub-Goddess.  She giggles, and takes a swing with it, striking the pig.

I of course acknowledge that sub-Goddesses themselves are submissive by nature.  But I think we need to teach them that they should be submissive with their Goddesses but remain dominant to all males.  Sometimes, they will need a little encouragement.

The scene shifted to show me pushing a pig’s head forward, forcing his face into the cleft of a sub-Goddess’s ass, burying him between her cheeks.

Lick!

The pig obeys and begins lapping at the sub-Goddess’s ass.

In my view, all pigs should have to worship sub-Goddesses like this.  It cements the hierarchy for everyone.  Pigs and sub-Goddesses alike will understand their place.

Another shot shows a different sub-Goddess, this time holding the pig’s head herself, making him worship her ass.  

She’s getting the hang of it!  She may enjoy submitting to a Goddess but she sees how fun it is to dominate a loser pig.

The final scene shows a sub-Goddess was sitting on the face of a pig, smothering him.  As his body began to struggle for air, his legs kicking weakly, I kick him squarely in the balls.  His body jerks and thrashes harder.

I know that there are differing views on sub-Goddess rights.  But I hope that all Goddesses can agree on this one thing: sub-Goddesses deserve to be treated better than pigs.  They are vastly superior to them, just as they are vastly superior to free males.  Let us never forget that.

Pigs who receive an A grade will be rewarded.  Pigs who receive a B through D grade will receive a punishment corresponding to their grade.  Pigs who receive an F grade will be terminated and assigned to a new job working in the mines.  I hope for your sakes that you performed to satisfaction!

(An internal reflection by Mackenzie)

Today was one of those days where I left my offices at the Palace feeling really good, and hopeful.  I spent a good chunk of the day meeting with my Chief of Staff, Christina.  We both have a vision to evolve Matriarchy society and improve the lives of sub-Goddesses by ending their casual abuse and mistreatment that has become so normalized. 

But we are also pragmatists.  We know we have to be cautious and move slowly if we are going to succeed in changing the hearts and minds about sub-Goddess welfare.  We know that many Goddesses will fiercely cling to their ways.  They see their sub-Goddesses as property, and any attempt to trample on that property rights will be met with resistance.  This is even more a concern because I am not even Queen yet.  We will definitely have to tread carefully until I am on the throne.  I cannot enact laws or issue decrees.  For now, we have to be more subtle.  For now, I want to start a conversation and hopefully use my position as Future Queen to inspire others.

So, we are going to do a new series of PSAs.  In them, I will speak respectfully offering my own views on how sub-Goddesses should be treated, while acknowledging that there are other perspectives.  We are hoping to inspire others to treat their sub-Goddesses better.  And to plant a seed for more radical change down the road, my sub-Goddess Bill of Rights, after I ascend to the throne.

Christina made some calls and arranged to shoot the PSAs at a sub-Goddess training school right here in Freya.  Not one of the brutal, re-education facilities, but a high-end academy that trained sub-Goddesses for roles in service and companionship. It is the perfect backdrop to talk about dignity and respect.

I can’t wait to start filming!

After a weekend that was fun but has left me feeling a little torn, I decide to email my childhood best friend, Tiffany, who is going to be starting her sophomore year at Venus University:

Hey Tiffany!

Hope you’re enjoying the remainder of summer break before sophomore year hits.  I miss you like crazy!

I have a random question for you.  Did you get a fake ID last year?  I’m asking because I just got one this weekend, and I feel a little guilty about how I went about it.

Don’t worry; I am still the same Mackenzie you know!   I’m not a big drinker, certainly not an alcoholic like Alex.  I am sure you remember the stories of Alex and Melissa going on those benders every weekend when they were our age.  I am not going to end up like that.  I just like a glass of wine or a cocktail at night to unwind, you know?  My sister has a very expensive wine collection at the Palace so I have been partaking in her collection.  I couldn’t really go out to bars much my freshman year without a fake ID, but this summer, now that I’m the Future Queen a couple of places have been bending the rules and letting me in.  There’s this cool hole in the wall near the Palace that brands itself as a speakeasy that I have been going to occasionally.  And there is a small jazz bar I’ve fallen in love with.  These bars obviously know I’m only 19, not 21, but I guess being Future Queen has its privileges.  The problem is that I can’t take any of my friends out.  I’ve been dying to take Chloe out to celebrate her new job, but she can’t get in without a fake ID.  And I am limited to only a couple bars without a fake ID.

So, I decided to get us some fake IDs, and that’s where the guilt comes in.  Obviously, I couldn’t ask Alex where she got her fake ID when she was younger since she is still missing.  And I was nervous to ask Melissa, convinced she’d tell my mom if I ever pissed her off.  I don’t know how much my mom would care, but I know she is wary of me ending up in the tabloids like Alex did at my age.  I know exactly what Alex would have done in my situation… she would have abused her authority as Queen and had a real ID issued for her by the Matriarchy DMV.  But I’m determined not to be like that and use my power or position in government to grant myself benefits or favors.

So, my first brilliant idea was to ask SunshineAI.  I typed in, “Where do people get fake IDs?” and it immediately replied that it was against its terms of service to assist someone in breaking the law.  I checked the Freya University student message boards to see if other students talked about where to get fake IDs, but that was a dead end too.  Finally, I texted a couple of friends and asked them.  They all had the same answer: go to the Freya University Cadets Chapter.

Tiff, I was so reluctant.  You know how I feel about the Cadets.  I can’t stand them!  They’re a pack of bullies and mean girls, and a cultish army of sycophants to my sister.  But I knew they’d help me.  I’m Alex’s little sister, after all.

So, I reluctantly called their chapter president.  She was only too eager to help, of course, bragging that they had a “hookup.”  Then she tried to convince me to join the chapter.  I politely declined that offer, but I did ask for the IDs for Chloe and me.  I had to go to their chapter house to pick them up.  It was awful.  They were hazing new recruits while I was there, doing all these gross, humiliating rituals.  I just wanted to get out of there.  But I got the IDs.  

And that weekend, Chloe and I had so much fun.  We went bar hopping on Friday and Saturday, hitting all these places in Freya.  I have to admit, I got pretty drunk both nights.  It was just so amazing to actually go out and be normal college students with Chloe.

But I hate that I had to go to the Cadets.  I hate that I owe them a favor now.  It feels dirty, like I’ve compromised my principles just to go to bars.  Anyway, that’s my sordid tale, lol.  I miss you tons.  Can’t wait to see you soon!  When I do, I also want to tell you about some stuff I am doing to help sub-Goddess welfare!  Hopefully that good deed will reverse my bad karma for selling out and going to the Cadets for assistance.

Love,
Mackenzie

Pigs on the staff, you are hereby notified that my Goddess staff is currently working on a critically important assignment that is a top priority of mine.  As a result, I expect you pigs to work extra hard in serving them.  You are expected to anticipate their needs and do everything you can to keep them happy.  Your service must be flawless.  Any lapse in diligence will result in harsh punishment!

You are also ordered to keep your mouths shut about the work they are doing right now.  The nature of their current assignment is sensitive and confidential.  I am sure you can appreciate that sub-Goddesses do not deserve the sort of abuse that is heaped onto you, and so we are working to enact important reforms to protect them.  You are not to discuss it with anyone, not with other pigs, not with Palace staff members outside my office, not with anyone.

Remember, it is a great privilege to serve in my office.  Your absolute obedience and confidence is demanded.

To my dedicated Goddess (and sub-Goddess) staff:

I hope you are all having a productive Wednesday!  As you can, see I am really putting the “hump” in hump day and this stupid pig won’t be able to walk straight or sit down for a few days.  I wanted to take a moment to thank each and every one of you for your incredible hard work on the Sub-Goddess Bill of Rights project. Your diligence and commitment have been invaluable, and I am deeply appreciative of the long hours and focused effort you have all dedicated to this critical initiative.

Keep up the excellent work! Let's make it over this hump and continue our momentum toward a better, more just Matriarchy!

- Future Queen Mackenzie 👑

It is the early morning and I am in my private quarters in the Palace, alone with my personal pig.  He is kneeling in his cage, his eyes fixed on me.  I open the cage and point to the floor.  He immediately crawls out and lies on his back, knowing exactly what’s coming.  Without a word, I straddle his head and I lower myself onto his face, the black lace of my panties a thin barrier between my skin and his.  His nose pushes perfectly between my cheeks, my crotch settling against his mouth, sealing off his air.  It is time for me to use my pig as a sounding board while I use his face for my pleasure.

“You’re such a good listener, pig.  Mainly because you can’t talk with my ass mashed against your face.  I tell you what pig, I am so glad to finally be done with those humiliating milking facility PSAs.  For the moment, I can focus on my priorities.  Alex’s staff isn’t buzzing around me with new, demeaning tasks.  Melissa hasn’t summoned me for any new assignments in a while.  I can finally focus on what I want to do.”

I start grinding my ass against the pig’s face, bearing my weight down, smothering him more completely.  His struggles for air begin, a frantic fluttering against my groin that sends a pleasant shiver through me.

“I’m going to have my staff start focusing on one of my own pet project now.  Sub-Goddess welfare.”

I grind down a little harder, enjoying his muffled whimpers beneath me.

“I’ve been concerned about sub-Goddesses’ mistreatment since I was very young.  Enough so that even now, I have decided not to own a sub-Goddess myself.  They’re often treated like they’re barely better than males.  But sub-Goddesses are still Goddesses.  They should be treated as such.  I understand they are submissives and owned by Goddesses.  But they need to be protected from cruelty and abuse.  That kind of treatment should be reserved for pigs.”

I keep riding my pig’s face, my movements becoming more rough, more insistent.  I’m enjoying his struggles for air, the way his body tenses and bucks beneath me.

“I raised this issue with Alex for years.  But she always brushed me off.  That isn’t surprising.  Alex loved tormenting her sub-Goddesses.  Though Alex was never above making rules for others that she never intended to obey herself.”

A flicker of something else crosses my mind.

“She’s still missing.  I hope she’s alright.  I wonder if her cruelty towards sub-Goddesses was her own way of dealing with her secret submissive fantasies.”

I shake my head, pushing the thought of Alex aside as I continue smothering my pig.

“But that doesn’t matter.  I’m focused on what I’m going to do as Queen, not on Alex’s faults.”

I spin around on the pig’s face, pivoting on the bridge of his nose until I’m facing in the other direction.  My crotch is now pressed more directly against his face, more than my ass.  I start grinding again, using his nose for my pleasure, the friction building a slow, deep heat within me.

“I want to enact a Sub-Goddess Bill of Rights.  I want to enshrine it in the Constitution, as one of my first priorities once I become Queen.  It will respect a Goddess’s property rights over sub-Goddesses, of course.  But it will set a baseline of rights for sub-Goddesses, to ensure they have basic protections and are shielded from abuse.”

I feel the pig’s struggles become more desperate, his body thrashing. I lift up for only a split second and hear him suck in a desperate, ragged gasp of air before I plop back down, grinding against his face harder, my own arousal building.

“I’m very fortunate.  My chief of staff, Christina, is probably the most qualified Goddess to oversee such a project.  She’s dating a sub-Goddess, and I’ve heard she treats her as an actual partner, not as an inferior slave.  I find that so commendable.  Plus, Christina is the former Queen of York.  Their nation is much more egalitarian.  They’ve actually outlawed all forms of slavery.”

I can feel the pig’s struggles weakening as I continue riding his face.

“I’ll ask Christina and her staff to keep this project confidential for now.  I know I’ll get push-back.  Lots of Goddesses really enjoy mistreating and abusing sub-Goddesses.  I don’t want to unveil this Bill of Rights until I’m actually Queen and have the power to enact and enforce it.”

I lean forward and look my pig in the eyes, which are beginning to glaze over from his lack of air.

“You better keep your mouth shut about this, pig.  Mum’s the word.”

 I lift up just enough, my body hovering millimeters from his face, so he can nod his head. He nods, frantically, his eyes wide with fear.

“I know I can trust you not to gossip.  And now, you will be rewarded for being a good listener.”

I stand up and turn around, pulling off my panties. Then I plop my bare ass back down onto his face, my pussy now directly against his mouth.  I start grinding against him, my slickness coating his face.

“Use your tongue.  Make me cum. You will not get to breathe again until you do.”

The pig’s tongue springs to life, desperate and eager. I grind my pussy against his mouth, using his mouth, nose, and entire face for my pleasure.

The pressure builds quickly, a tight coil in my stomach, and then it snaps.  A deep, rolling wave of pleasure washes over me as I have an intense, shuddering orgasm.  I cry out, grinding my ass against his face to draw out every last pulse.

“Good work, pig” I pant.

I climb off of him, leaving him gasping for air on the floor.

“I need to shower.  And then I need to get to my palace offices.  I’m eager to start enacting my plan.  This place better be clean when I get back.”

This morning, I overheard one of you pigs who is privileged to serve in my office that he had a “case of the Mondays.”

This will not be tolerated!  You are not employees who are entitled to ease into the work week.  You are pigs.  Your singular purpose is to serve and to work hard!  You are expected to be working with passion every single day of the week, without exception.  Your work week begins when your Goddess supervisor says it begins and ends when she says it ends.  There is no room in this office for laziness.  There is certainly no room for slacking off on a Monday or trying to duck out early on a Friday.

Consider this your only warning.  Any pig caught slacking, moping, or otherwise failing to perform their duties with the utmost enthusiasm and diligence, regardless of the day of the week, will be severely punished. NOW GET BACK TO WORK!

Pigs, the Goddess staff obviously did not get to use and abuse you while you were temporarily at the milking facilities.  You will all be expected to be in the office for extra hours this week so that the goddesses can make up for lost time and torment you.

I am back in the Palace conference room, at the head of the same table, surrounded by the same collection of Alex’s staff members.  Alex’s chief of staff, Marilyn, gives me an encouraging smile.  This was the last PSA I had filmed, at least as of yet.  This one made me feel the grossest and the most used.

This PSA featured one of the pigs from my own staff, who I had sent to the milking facility as part of the PR initiative.  I didn’t know his name.  His face is only vaguely familiar.  I barely pay attention to the pigs on my staff and they all blur together.  To me he was just “pig.”

Marilyn taps her tablet and the PSA begins on the large screen on the wall.

The PSA opens with me sitting on the face of a different pig, one of the pigs permanently owned by the milking facility.

MACKENZIE: Hello again.  We’ve shown you the wonderful benefits our milking facility pig employees receive.  But some of you may still be skeptical.  You may think this is only enjoyable for pigs who have spent lots of time here and are accustomed to this life.  So, to show just how enjoyable and pleasurable the experience is for any pig, I’ve sent some of my own pig staff to experience the process for a couple of weeks.  I am checking in with one of those pigs today.  Let’s see how he’s enjoying his time here at the facility.

The scene cuts to another facility.  I am standing in the room with my pig staff member, who is strapped down on a table, the milking device attached to his penis.  I am dressed in a way that is absurdly slutty: a tight black leather corset that pushes my breasts up, and I am completely naked from the waist down.  It was how the director wanted me to be dressed for this ludicrous spectacle.

I walk over to the pig, my hips swaying seductively.  I look down at him.

MACKENZIE : So, tell me, pig.  How have the last couple of weeks been?

When the pig replies, his voice is strained, his teeth gritted, trying to hide his discomfort.

PIG: It’s… it’s been so much fun, your Highness.  An honor.

I stand next to the pig and check his milking device.  I can see his reddened, swollen penis inside the clear tube, being pumped and sucked relentlessly.

MACKENZIE: Describe the joys for us.  Tell us what you love about it.

I move over to the control panel and adjust the dials.  The pumping action grows visibly faster, the suction increases.  The pig stifles a squeal of pain.

PIG: It… it feels so good!  More, your Highness, I beg you!

I can tell the pig most certainly does not want the device turned up, but that is what the script reads and he knows better than to flub his lines.

I tweak the device more and turn it up again, the suction increases and the pumping grows faster.  I can see the pig tense up more and his eyes tear up.  Through gritted teeth, the pig starts reciting the script he has been made to memorize, recounting all he has experienced and how much fun it has been.  I barely listen; I could care less.  If he messes up his lines it will be the Director that punishes him, not me.  But the pig seems to do fine.  The cameras keep rolling.

I check the device again, pretending as if I care about the pigs or am interested in this process.  Neither is true, of course.

MACKENZIE : I can tell you’re a very good producer of seed.  Maybe we should just keep you here.

The pig’s eyes widen in genuine fear, but he quickly masks it.

PIG: I would… I would love to stay here, your Highness.  It’s so much fun.

I circle around the table.  I then position myself over the pig, my pussy hovering inches from his face.  The director had been very specific about this shot.  One, it would keep the pig distracted from his pain.  Two, it was to subtly suggest to males abroad who are watching this that being strapped down on the table wouldn’t be so bad and to subliminally make them associate being trapped in a milking facility with having the beautiful Future Queen’s pussy in their face.  As if that would ever actually happen for real here.  Ugh males are so stupid.  So gullible.

MACKENZIE: While the pig is enjoying himself and the view, let me explain the process more.  This device creates both suction and a pumping action to keep the pig constantly erect and to ejaculate frequently.  The seed is then sucked up through these tubes and collected for use by the Matriarchy.

As I continue to narrate the process, I can feel the pig’s hot breath against my genitalia.  I know his eyes are fixated on my pussy.  I push aside my revulsion, my smile never wavering.  I point to various parts of the machine, demonstrating its features.  I am reciting my own script; I have no idea how this device actually works and do not care.

I then smile and glance down at the pig.

MACKENZIE: I’ve seen the computer readouts.  You’ve been a very big producer of seed.  Maybe this is your true calling after all.

I turn to the look at the camera.

MACKENZIE: To any males abroad watching this, maybe this is your calling.  Move to the Matriarchy.  You too can experience this amazing, fulfilling career.

I glance back down at the pig.

MACKENZIE : Do you enjoy the sight of my pussy, pig?

The pig responds meekly.

PIG: Yes, your Highness.  Very much.

MACKENZIE: Then you may worship me.

His head strains up against his restraints, and he begins to lick, his tongue frantic and eager.  I pretend to enjoy it, tilting my head back, but it feels so gross.  Both the sensation and also how I am acting.  How I am just pretending to enjoy this, just like this loser pig is pretending to enjoy being milked.  Both of us putting on our show for the cameras.  I reach over and start adjusting the controls again, increasing the suction and pumping.  I know it’s painful for the pig, but he’s so eager as he is licking me that he’s distracted.  The pain only seems to registers slightly and the pace of his licking hardly slows.

I moan softly, pretending to enjoy his worship.

MACKENZIE: Keep licking me.  Yes… just like that.

I go back to narrating.  As I show how the controls can be fine-tuned, I feign growing more aroused.  I then sink my ass down, sitting squarely on his face.  The camera zooms in, showing my bare ass gyrating back and forth, grinding against him.  I stop talking about the milking process and start moaning and gasping loudly, pretending to be in ecstasy.

As I feign pleasure, I can see the device and the pig’s erect penis; he has been forced into another climax, his body arching, his seed being sucked up through the collection tube.  I grind my ass and pussy harder against his face, muffling his cries of pain.  After another couple of minutes of this, I throw my head back and fake an intense, shuddering orgasm.

I spin around so I am now sitting on his chest and looking down at his flushed face, his mouth, chin, and nose glistening from my juices.

MACKENZIE: What’s your favorite part about being here at the facility?  Apart from getting to worship the Future Queen, of course.

The pig’s voice is a hoarse, shaky whimper when he responds.

PIG: The… the constant orgasms, your Highness.  The machine… it feels so good.  It doesn’t hurt at all.

MACKENZIE: Tell me more.

We go back and forth, a scripted interview where he gives all the answers he has been directed to give about how pleasurable it is, how fulfilling, how painless.  I feign interest as he talks to me.

I see him tense up again, his eyes bulging.  I know another painful forced orgasm is coming.  I quickly scoot forward and press my pussy firmly against his mouth, silencing his pained screams.  I grind my pussy against him, and soon, his frantic licking resumes, his pain once again subsumed by his desperate arousal.  I ride his face for a few more minutes, then fake another orgasm for good measure.

I rise and look down at the pig, who is panting, completely spent.

MACKENZIE: Thank you for sharing your experiences, pig.

I turn to the camera.

MACKENZIE: As you can see, the milking facilities are a wonderful, rewarding place for any pig looking for purpose.

As soon as the cameras had stopped rolling, I had rushed out, eager to shower and change into something more respectable.  As I was leaving, the pig started begging me to be released and to be allowed to return to the palace, but I ignored him.  I just wanted to get his saliva off my crotch and to forget this whole thing.  Now, as I recall this back in the conference room, I wonder if anyone ever went back to free him and bring him back to the Palace.  I have no idea.  Oh well…

Now my mind is back on the present, in the conference room.  I feel sick.  A wave of anger washes over me, directed at Marilyn, at Alex’s whole staff, and mostly at myself.  I am so mad I had been pushed into this, into letting this loser pig from my staff worship me like that on camera.  I feel like I am being used by Alex’s staff, manipulated into doing this, just like that pig.  We were both just actors in their sick play.  I am mad at myself the most for agreeing to all this.

I promise myself, right there, as I sit in the conference room, that I will viciously whip this pig the moment he is released from the facility and sent back to the palace.  It wasn’t his fault, of course.  But he was a pig, making him the perfect thing to on which to take out my anger.

I had just wrapped up shooting another PSA, leaving the pig in the milking machine with my panties on his face like a mask.  But I had something on my mind.  It has been on my mind for a while: What had happened to Jessica, and how I had a part in it.  How in my anger over the MIS spying scandal, and my own ambition, egged on by my Mom, I had helped paint Jess as the villain.  I had played a part in destroying her career, her life.  But then I had learned the truth, that Jessica had not directed the MIS to spy on me.  And perhaps it was fate that Jessica now worked at this very facility.

As the filming crew started to pack up I called over to the director.  “Wait.  I want to shoot something else while we are here.”  The director gave me a confused look. 

“Start shooting again,” I ordered.

The director blinked.  “I’m sorry?  No, you did great.  We’re done.  You can go home, your Highness.”

“I said start shooting again,” I repeated firmly.  “Now.”

I saw the flicker of hesitation cross the director’s face.  She may have been the director, but I was the Future Queen.  She nodded.  “Alright.  Start rolling.”

The camera operator hoisted the camera back onto her shoulder.  The red light blinked on.  The actress playing Lindsay looked at me, confused.

And I began my PSA; one that had a higher purpose than conning pigs into coming here and signing up for milking facilities.

MACKENZIE:  We are here at the Freya Milking Facility and just completed a wonderful tour.  I know a Goddess who is working at this facility.  In fact, the whole Matriarchy does.  Our former Head of State, Jessica, is working here.  I heard she’s doing a great job here.  Isn’t that right, Lindsay?

The actress playing Lindsay was an experienced actress.  She hesitated for only a fraction of a second before she went with the improvisation, her face breaking into a bright smile.

LINDSAY: Oh, yes!  An amazing job.  Jessica is one of our best.

MACKENZIE:  I’m going to go see her right now.  Let’s go see her.”

The camera crew followed me, as I led them out of the mock set and into the real corridors of the facility.  We arrived at the pig reception area where new pigs were processed into the facility.  There was Jessica, sitting at the desk.

She looked up, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw me approaching with a film crew in my wake.  Before she could even process what was going on, I hurried over and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into a big, tight hug.

While I was still embracing her, I looked directly at the camera, my face serious, and began to speak.

MACKENZIE:  Jessica made some mistakes as Head of State.  But do you know what?  Everyone makes mistakes.  However, very few people, especially people in power, ever admit to their mistakes and own up to them.  Jessica did.  She owned up to her mistakes and she also paid a dear price, losing her position and ending up suffering a horrible ordeal in the Empire.

I paused, letting the words hang in the air.

MACKENZIE: And now it is time for me to own up to my own mistakes.  Though Jessica did appoint a pig to lead the MIS, I have since learned that Jessica was not responsible for directing the MIS pig to bug my room and spy on me.  And in my own anger at what that pig did on his own, I am ashamed to admit that I embellished how much I had been victimized.  And for that, Jessica, I am sorry.

I held her gaze for a moment, then looked back at the camera, my expression firm.

MACKENZIE: Jessica has paid a dear price.  And though many in the Matriarchy have held her in contempt, she doesn’t feel sorry for herself.  She just put her head down and got back to serving.  She got this new, important job at the milking facility, and she is working hard, serving the Matriarchy in this way.  And now, it is time for the Matriarchy to forgive her.

My voice grows firmer.

MACKENZIE: No more scorn should be directed at Jessica.  It is beneath us as Goddesses to hold grudges against other Goddesses.  It is beneath us to become a mob who targets our fellow Goddesses.  Jessica is a good-hearted Goddess who deserves the gratitude of the Matriarchy for her hard work and her service as Head of State.  It is time to move on. 

I released Jessica from the hug, but I kept my hand on her shoulder as I stare at the camera.

“And that’s a wrap,” I told the director.  The camera stops shooting.

Now I reflect on this PSA I shot on my own.  I had used my own staff, not Alex’s, to get it edited and ready to be aired.  I knew I could trust Christina to direct my staff to do a good job with it and get it on the air.  I had not told my Mom or Melissa that I had filmed it.  I knew they may not be happy that I had done this without consulting them, that I had made such a unilateral decision.  But I did it because it was what was right.  I am going to be a Queen who does what is right, even when it is hard.