He heard noise coming from the next room. His Mistress must have company over early for tonight’s dinner party. He halfheartedly tugged on his restraints but they were snug. In the small storage space under the stairs that made LP 1337’s home and stables, his femcan Mistress Lana did not give him an inch of leeway. He was kept in a livestock cage, just large enough for him to fit in. A gag, securely placed in his mouth prevented any noise from being made and his wrists and feet were held with binders, and a thick chain was attached to the collar around his neck. Lana told him, “When the piggy is in his stable, I want to know he’s not going to get into any mischief.”
Mischief was the last thing on 1337’s mind. When he signed a waiver six months ago, signing over his life to Femcan Lana, he wasn’t sure what exactly to expect. He honestly thought the whole ‘cannibal’ thing was just an act and all he’d be in for is some sexy role play with a beautiful woman way above his station normally. He figured he wasn’t doing anything with his life anyways, this was the best opportunity he had in years. So he hopped on a train to Toronto and met this ‘Lana’. She was a gorgeous woman with long dark hair and dark eyes that you couldn’t look away from. When he saw her, he felt in his gut that he had made the right choice. When she saw him, she felt the same thing…
When they got back to her house, a small townhouse near the city limits, 1337 felt a relief. Sure the cannibal thing isn’t real if this is where she lives. You couldn’t hide that in such a public spot. The sun had been down for a few hours when Lana led 1337 into her home. She thanked him for coming all this way to do this.
“No problem Goddess.” He said with a smile.
“You wouldn’t beleive the amount of pigs who bailed at the last second. Too intense for them I guess. So… Shall we begin the process?”
1337’s heart skipped a beat as Lana said that and he nodded, perhaps too eagerly. Lana laughed and said,”Alright pig. On your knees.” He did as he was told.
“Good pig.”, She said, scratching him gingerly under his chin. She produced some papers and showed them to him. “This is the contract that will give me complete ownership of you and your body. I want you to oink if you understand me.”
He did so.
“Good. Now, I want you to pay very close attention. Men are Pigs. Pigs are Meat. Meat is Food. No more, no less. Once you sign this, you are no longer a man. You will be my food. I will keep you as long as I please and you will make yourself useful to me, until the day comes when I butcher you and roast you for my sisters and myself.”
1337 gulps, but he realizes that he’s in way too deep now and, not signing would only be worse. He asked Lana for a pen, she instead drew out a long, wickedly sharp looking knife. She smiled a dark smile before slashing his chest. 1337 winced and blood splashed onto the papers, which Lana took and then licked the blood from the knife, “Mmm, you do taste good. I don’t know how long I’m gonna be able to wait…”, she slid her finger into the slash for seconds, licking another helping of blood from them.