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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.