I’ve had pigs kneel at My feet who looked identical from the outside.
Same position. Same hunger. Same willingness to be debased. But when I started working, I discovered completely different psychologies underneath. The word that broke one open did nothing for another. The act that sent one into subspace left another cold.
Humiliation isn’t one thing. The pig who craves it isn’t one type.
This is the map.
WHAT MAKES A PIG
The humiliation pig eroticizes shame. Something that should hurt—degradation, exposure, reduction—instead arouses.
The pig craves being lowered. Brought down from respectable man into something beneath. The specific form of lowering varies. The need for it doesn’t.
Inside consented structure, humiliation functions as release. The performance of adequacy drops. The mask comes off. What’s been hidden gets exposed. And instead of rejection, there’s use.
That’s the common thread: being made low and being kept anyway.
The variations are in where the charge lives.
THE LOSER PIG
The loser pig carries a verdict: not enough.
Somewhere, sometime, he concluded he’s inadequate. Not masculine enough, not successful enough, not worthy of the respect other men receive without trying. He’s spent years managing this verdict. Hiding it. Performing adequacy over top of it.
When I call him a loser, I’m not installing anything new. I’m naming what’s already there. The relief comes from finally being seen accurately.
What he craves: Words that confirm—loser, pathetic, worthless, nothing. Comparison to other men. Contempt, not anger. Use despite worthlessness. That “anyway” carries everything.
Where the charge lives: In the relief of the mask dropping. In confirmation of what he’s always suspected. In being seen as worthless and not abandoned.
What he needs: Accuracy—find his specific wound. Consistency—the verdict doesn’t change. Use—degradation without function is just cruelty. Presence—You stay.
THE ENDURANCE PIG
This pig operates on different architecture entirely.
He doesn’t believe he’s worthless. He believes he’s built to take what others can’t. The humiliation isn’t confirmation of inadequacy—it’s a proving ground. Every degradation he survives is evidence of his capacity.
The endurance pig redefines masculinity through what he can withstand. Being used becomes proof of strength.
What he craves: Intensity he can survive. Challenges he can meet. The pig frame works because pigs are sturdy. Pigs don’t break.
Where the charge lives: In accomplishment. In the moment when intensity peaks and he’s still there. His pride is unusual—pride in endurance rather than status.
What he needs: Escalation he can meet. Acknowledgment of capacity—not praise, but recognition. Structure that lets him prove himself.
THE EXPOSURE PIG
For this pig, the humiliation lives in being seen.
Not just used—witnessed. The degrading act matters less than the fact that someone is watching. His shame is activated by visibility, by the knowledge that his debasement is being observed.
What he craves: Witness. Your gaze on him in shameful positions. Some exposure pigs crave public humiliation. The key is visibility—he needs to be seen being low.
Where the charge lives: In the moment of being witnessed. He’s seeing me like this. I can’t hide.
What he needs: Deliberate attention. Narration intensifies—describe what You see. If public exposure is part of his craving, careful negotiation.
THE FILTH PIG
The filth pig locates humiliation in the body.
His debasement is physical, material, literal. Spit. Piss. Sweat. The substances that mark something as dirty, beneath cleanliness and respectability. When his body is covered in filth, his status as a degraded thing becomes undeniable.
What he craves: Physical degradation. Being spat on, pissed on, made to lick boots and floors. The body becoming a vessel for debasement.
Where the charge lives: In the physical sensation of being dirtied. His body tells him what he is. He doesn’t have to believe it internally—his skin is proving it.
What he needs: Willingness to engage with the physical. Control over intensity. Cleanup as closure.
THE SERVICE PIG
The service pig finds humiliation in menial function.
He’s degraded by being reduced to a servant. A thing that cleans, fetches, waits. Beneath notice. Existing only to be useful in the most basic ways.
This pig might have status in his regular life. The humiliation is precisely in the contrast—the powerful man reduced to scrubbing floors, holding ashtrays, waiting for hours.
What he craves: Endless menial tasks. Being ignored while he serves. Protocol that emphasizes his position.
Where the charge lives: In reduction to function. In the long hours where his personhood becomes irrelevant.
What he needs: Tasks to perform. Appropriate disregard—being ignored can be more powerful than focus. Standards to be held to.
THE OBJECT PIG
The object pig wants to stop being a person.
Literally. He wants to be treated as furniture, as a thing that exists for use without the complications of personhood. Not a servant—a footstool. A urinal. A hole.
The relief comes from complete removal of selfhood. No decisions. No identity. Just existence as object.
What he craves: Sustained objectification. Being used as furniture. Being referred to as “it.” Depersonalization—You don’t talk to furniture.
Where the charge lives: In the absence of selfhood. When deep in the role, internal monologue may stop entirely. Just sensation. Just position.
What he needs: Consistency—You can’t treat him as object and then ask how he’s feeling. Physical use that reinforces objecthood. Clear entry and exit from the frame.
THE VERBAL PIG
For this pig, words are everything.
Physical acts may or may not register. But words—the right words, delivered with certainty—reach directly into his psychology and rearrange it. Language hits the parts of the brain that physical sensation doesn’t touch.
What he craves: Specific, accurate, deliberate words. The particular vocabulary varies—loser words, slut words, faggot words. Delivery matters as much as content.
Where the charge lives: In the moment the word lands. The jolt when the right name is spoken. Words bypass rational processing and hit the nervous system directly.
What he needs: Precision—find his vocabulary. Certainty—hesitation kills it. Development—verbal degradation builds through accumulation.
OVERLAPS AND COMBINATIONS
Most pigs aren’t pure types.
The loser pig might also be verbal—needing specific words that name his inadequacy. The endurance pig might also be filth—proving capacity through physical degradation. The exposure pig might be object—wanting to be seen while used as furniture.
The types are lenses, not boxes. They help identify where the charge lives, what reaches the actual psychology.
Some combinations amplify. The loser pig who’s also exposure experiences intensified humiliation—not just named as worthless, but seen being worthless.
Some combinations carry tension. The endurance pig who’s also loser—does degradation prove his strength or confirm his worthlessness? These require attention.
When I work with a new pig, I’m looking for the combination. Which territories activate? Where do overlaps create intensity?
READING THE PIG
How do I know which type I’m working with?
Before: I ask deeper questions. What does humiliation do for you? The answer reveals psychology. “Confirms what I know about myself”—loser. “Proves what I can take”—endurance. “It’s about being seen”—exposure.
What words land hardest? The vocabulary tells Me where the wound is.
What’s the fantasy you’re almost too ashamed to tell Me? The edge of shame points to the center of the psychology.
During: I watch. The body tells the truth. When I try a word or act, does his cock respond? Does his breath change? I calibrate in real time.
After: I ask what landed. What reached the actual place? Each scene is information.
INSIDE THE SCENE
He’s naked in the center of the room. I’ve kept him waiting while I decide what he is.
“Tell Me something. When you imagine being really humiliated—not just playing—what does it look like?”
He swallows. “I imagine being called names, Sir. Being told what I am.”
“What names?”
A longer pause. The shame of admitting it.
“Loser. Pathetic. Worthless.”
There it is. I move closer.
“And when you hear those words—what happens?”
“I get hard, Sir. I don’t know why.”
“I know why.” I crouch down, grip his chin, force his eyes to Mine. “Because it’s true. And you’ve been waiting your whole life for someone to say it out loud.”
His breath catches. His cock jumps.
“You’ve been pretending to be adequate. But underneath all of it, you know what you actually are. Say it.”
“I’m a loser, Sir.”
“That’s right. A pathetic, worthless loser who’s been hiding behind a mask your whole life. And now the mask is off.” I release his chin. Stand. “I see exactly what’s underneath. And I’m going to use you anyway. Not because you’re worth anything. Because I want to use something, and you’re here.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
The gratitude is real. He’s been seen. Named. Kept.
A different pig would need different handling. The endurance pig would need challenge and intensity. The exposure pig would need My gaze fixed on his shame. The filth pig would need physical debasement.
But this pig needs exactly what I’ve given him: words, truth, use despite worthlessness.
I can work with that.
THE RESPONSIBILITY
Humiliation at this depth isn’t a game.
When I reach the actual wound—use real shame, touch the places where the pig genuinely believes himself inadequate—I’m not playing with kinks. I’m engaging with core beliefs. Early wounds. Deepest vulnerabilities.
That requires precision, containment, use, return, and follow-through.
If I’m not willing to do all of that, I shouldn’t work at this depth. The pig is trusting Me with something fragile. I’d better be worthy of that trust.
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The pig came looking for someone who’d see through the mask and not flinch.
He found Me.
He’s a pig. He knows it. My job is knowing what to do with that.
Precision. Use. Return. That’s the work.
Now he’s where he belongs.