Having just finished my studies and securing a job at a sought-after advertising company, my family beckoned me back when Grandpa got sick. I had been living on my own for a year now and it was hard to imagine going back to living with my parents and grandparents remembering how strict they could be. I decided to rent a room nearby their place- half way between work and theirs so that I could help them care for Grandpa but at the same time make it work for the week.

I was on my way to see the apartment now, still in my work clothes. A tight black pencil skirt, a blue blouse and black heels. I pulled into the apartment complex and found number four Cherry road. I walked up the stairs and knocked on the door.

I was surprised to see what he actually looked like. He must have been at least 6'2 and ten years younger than me. He was a little husky but it suited him well, he opened the door and looked me up and down, studying me carefully. I suddenly felt shy.

"You're all dressed up," he scoffed.

"I'm just on my way from work," I said, feeling small. Not only did he tower over my 5'2 frame, he had a very demanding presence.

"In," he ordered. Not moving from the door frame, I slipped past him and entered the apartment. The first thing I noticed was how messy it was and then the smell hit me. Everything smelt like dirty underwear.

"So what do you think?" he asked, not at all sounding interested in my opinion.

There was a couch and TV in the living room, a teenager's dream of video games and consoles laying on the coffee table and scattered on the floor. Clothes draped over the couch, garbage all over the place and in the back the kitchen was stacked high with dirty dishes.

"It's, well if I am being honest, it's a little messy," I said, feeling embarrassed.

"Well it would be your job to clean it," he replied coolly.

I turned around to slam right into his chest, he was so close to me. I looked up at him glaring down at me with intense blue eyes.

"I don't know what you mean by that-"

"Well in your message to me about wanting to rent here, you said that you were desperate for a place and would do anything to live here, remember?" As he said the word remember, he poked my forehead.

I blinked in shock. "I only meant that it's the only place listed between here and my work, so it would be really convenient."

"In your email you said you couldn't go back to living with your strict daddy. Didn't you? Or are you too dumb to remember?"

"No, I remember what I said."

"Good girl. So, it will be your job to clean my messes. It is a woman's role after all."

"Excuse me but I find that offensive. I will already be paying you rent for a room."

"You'll be paying me alright, but not for a room. It's a one bedroom you idiot. Let me show you." He pulled me by the arm down a hall and into a room. It had one bed, one night stand, an en suite bathroom and beside it a big dog cage.

"You have a dog?"

"You really are stupid aren't you?"

I whipped around, "excuse me but I have a master's in communications and a full time job. Quit insinuating that I am stupid."

"Oh, big word for a dumb bimbo. Unfortunately you've used it wrong, I am not insinuating anything-I am telling you how stupid you are to your face," he grabbed my face in his hands and shook me. "You can live here or you can go back with your parents but if you live here, you live under my roof and under my rules, got it?"

I tried to struggle out of his grip but he held it tighter. "Look kid, you think I'll give up my parents strict household for an even stricter one, you're out of your mind. How old are you anyway?"

"How dare you talk to a man like that, your daddy sure didn't teach you enough lessons. It's better you're here and learning from me. By the way, I'm twenty, which is exactly the number of spankings you're going to get."

He then sat down on the bed, pulled me over his lap and began whacking away. I cried and screamed and struggled but it was no use.

"Say thank you ungrateful bimbo!"

"Get off!"

"You're squeals sound like a real pig, I think I'll call you piggy from now on. You do have a pretty hefty backside. Now say thank you sir or I'll add another twenty piggy."

"Fuck you!"

"Oh wow, another big word for the dumb pig." Then he pulled my skirt up revealing my embarrassing granny panties. He started laughing so much he stopped spanking me for a second. "Are you kidding me?" He bunched up the underwear in his hand and yanked upwards giving me a painful wedgie, I let out a big cry and took me by the hair and shoved something in my mouth.

I immediately choked, it tasted rancid.

"That's right piggy, suck on my skid marks. I'll be spanking you until you say thank you."

it must have gone on for ten minutes of straight spanking and crying. Cry piggy cry, you're not getting out of this one. I find it fun to watch your chubby bum jiggle anyway. How could you let it get so big you naughty pig? Piggy is so fitting isn't it? Say thank you and I'll stop."

Through my disgusting gag I finally said it. Those two humiliating words.

"Say it like you mean it," he said with another hard slap. I cried again, my ass cheeks on fire.

"Not good enough." He continued like that another ten times until I finally thanked him over and over again, crying and squealing.

"That's a good piggy. Now are you going to live here and treat me like a man ought to be treated?"

Through my muffled gag, I said okay. I was issued another hard slap on my rear.

"Louder for the people in the back you dumb pig."

"Yes!" I squealed.

"Cool, you can move in tonight. But you can start by moving your fat ass to my kitchen and cleaning my dishes. Don't talk to me while you do it, I want you to be a silent piggy when cleaning. Only speak when I say. Nod if you understand me."

Still bent over his lap, I nodded. "Good, now I'm going to put something on you to make sure you come back because only I have the key, so I know you'll be back here."

I don't know how he got it on me with my struggling, but it all happened so fast. Suddenly there was a harness around my waist, and something slid into my butt, then there was the use of the key and I was locked in. It was very much present and maybe too big for me because my hole felt stretched. Then my granny panties were pulled back up and my skirt pulled down over it.

"You can do the dishes in silence pig, go see your family and move your stuff in by six pm tonight. I feel like having some pasta and broccoli so you will pick that up and cook it for me here to be ready by seven. Move piggy."

Without a word, I got up from the bed and went to remove my gag. "No, no piggy, you can chew on my stinky underwear until you leave."

I nodded and went to the kitchen to begin working. While I started on the dishes, he put on the TV, kicked up his feet and ignored me. It took me an hour to finish cleaning. When I was done, I looked back at him to see if he would say anything.

"Don't even look in my direction, I'm not in the mood to look at a gross pig. Move that fat ass along and do as your told."

Too afraid to take out the gag, I went right for the door with it still in my mouth. I waited until I got to the car, realizing as I sat down in the chair how much my ass cheeks hurt as well as the butt plug when I sat on it.

Crying the whole way, it took me twenty minutes to get to my parents' place. I couldn't believe the situation I was in. I paused in the driveway and adjusted the mirror to look at myself. Only realizing then I had driven the whole way with the underwear gag. I pulled it out of my now very dry mouth and gasped when I saw it. It was absolutely disgusting. And smelled like it had been worn for days. How on earth could I have gotten used to it being there? All I wanted to do was brush my teeth and get the disgusting taste out of my mouth but as soon as I walked through the door Dad put me to work with helping Grandpa. I didn't protest and began going through Grandpa's things while trying to process what just happened.

Sitting on the floor my butt was still painful to sit on and I could feel that butt plug deep inside of me. There was no way I could go back to that guy's house but how on earth could I get this thing off?

In the afternoon I did everything my dad asked me to do. "Since when do you listen to your old man," he commented. I shrugged it off. I didn't have enough fight left in me today. I watched the time go on with bated breath. It was nearing six o'clock and I had no intention of going back to that cruel pervert's place.

Dad made dinner and we all ate together in silence. I watched the clock as it struck 9pm. I was afraid to check my emails in case that demented man tried to contact me. While watching TV with my dad and grandpa, my stomach started to flip and became super irritated. I looked at my Dad, he looked just as uncomfortable as I was.

My dad jumped up from the couch and clutched his stomach "maybe I undercooked the dinner a little bit," and off he ran down the hall, clutching his bottom. That's when my stomach rumbled and I felt the same pressure. Damn it!

I ran to the other bathroom but it was no use, I couldn't go with this thing locked inside of me. Something came over me and I found myself reaching for my car keys and rushing out the door.

That twenty-minute drive felt like it was forever but eventually I made it back to number four Cherry Road. I pounded on the door and I must have waited five minutes before he answered. There he stood in the doorway, looking super smug with his great dumb smirk.

"Take this thing out of me now!" I barged in.

"Oh you really are going to be fun to train," he chuckled, slamming the door behind him.

"Listen it's not funny, I need to go to the bathroom, I'm sick, you need to take this out of me right now."

"On your knees," he ordered.

"Seriously, I get it out!"

"Okay then, on all fours like the piggy you are."

My stomach rumbled again, and I was forced to get down on my hands and knees.

"Good piggy," he said patting my head. I was so angry I could kill him.

"Now you're going to do a couple things for me first. You're going to kiss my feet and tell me how sorry you are for not getting dinner. I had to order some really greasy take out."

I was willing to do anything to get to the toilet but this shocked me. Fuck it, I bent over and kissed his bare feet. He lifted his feet so I could kiss his soles, the smell was overpowering.

"I'm sorry I didn't bring you dinner and that I was late."

"I bet you are, but im gonna show you how sorry you will be." He turned around and stuck his butt in my face. "Kiss it pig."

Through his sweats I gave him a fast peck.

"Please!" I started crying.

"Please sir, and say it while you kiss my ass piggy."

Between kisses, I begged him to take out my butt plug.

I could smell his ass through his pants, he obviously hasn't showered in a while.

"Okay you know where the bathroom is piggy but you're gonna have to crawl there."

At this point I was desperate, sweating and crying. I began to crawl but I felt a foot on my back push me to the floor.

"Not in your clothes, I hate to see my piggy trying to imitate a woman, it feels wrong. Strip and show me that fat ass.

Reluctantly I began to peel away my clothes, leaving them on a pile on the floor as he laughed at my reddening face. I felt a hand smack my already tender ass.

"I don't think that fat ass will ever not be red. Move pig."

With him looming behind me, giving me small kicks of encouragement on my ass as I crawled down the hall, to the bedroom and ensuite bathroom. I felt another kick to my ass and it hit the butt plug pushing it deeper into my asshole.

"You should really see how pathetic you are piggy, utters swinging below you, lard ass jiggling as you crawl."

I felt his spit on my back. I finally reached the toilet and I looked back at him desperate. "Please," I whispered.

He picked me up by the arm and I stood before him. "All you had to do is give it a little tug and it would come right off," he said. I felt his fingers around the harness and the straps dropped so easily, the plug still stuck in my asshole. "it's a fake lock but thank you for proving how stupid you are. Now sit piggy." Shame washed over me as he pushed me shoulders down and sat me on the toilet.

"Please get out," I said through my teeth, now angrier than ever before in my life.

"Since you forgot to say sir, I think I'll stay in watch. Go ahead, pull it out." He sat on the ledge of the bath tub. I thought I'd make a run for it, I'd rather shit outside naked then have him watch me but he caught the look in my eye.

"You can try to go piggy, but do you really want to make it worse for yourself?"

I had no choice and pulled the butt plug out in front of him. Everything went as soon as it happened and I was so pleasantly relieved that I didn't even notice him pull the camera out and hit record. With my eyes closed, I was in a euphoric trance. I even said "ah thank you, thank you"

When I heard "you're welcome piggy," I opened my eyes to see the camera in my face. I tried to slap it away but he pulled back his hand. I wanted to run then, I looked for the toilet paper but couldn't find any, I looked back at him with panic stricken eyes.

Still filming, "Oh yeah, I didn't buy any. Plus piggys don't use toilet paper. Don't have a bidet either. I could rinse off your ass with my piss but that's as good as it gets. Or you can put these back on?" He said, tossing my granny panties in my face. "I think this is the only pair you are allowed to use, not allowed to wash without permission either. I want you to be my stinky butt hog."

"Why are you doing this to me" I put my face in my hands and started to cry. I felt his hand stroke my head and suddenly I felt relaxed

"Aww butt hog don't cry, you know deep down this is what you are right? I've only proved it so far?" He gave me a kiss on my head as I sat naked on the toilet, I felt oddly warm and tender.

"I know it will be a learning curve for you to become a true butt hog like you were always meant to be but I'll go slowly at first, over time you'll learn to love it and you won't know any other way to live. Now put on your panties while you're still allowed to wear them."

I did as commanded.

"That's a good butt hog. I can't wait to show you what you're main purpose here will be. Now text your daddy that you will be spending the night in your new home. If you don't I might just send this video to him"

I was feeling conflicted, I hated everything that was being done to me but at the same time I felt a weird attraction to him. He was a very hard man to say no to and I was just about to find out just how hard it would be. I did everything he said and texted my Dad that I've moved into a new apartment and was going to stay there for the night. Then he took my phone away and put it in his pocket.

"You're not going to be allowed to use your phone anymore without oversight, understand?"

I looked down at the floor. I felt a slap across my face and looked up at him with my mouth open. It wasn't insanely hard but it was enough to shock me. "You answer me when I talk to you, say yes sir."

"Yes sir," I said through my teeth.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

"Yes sir," I winced. I really hated myself for obeying his orders. He grabbed my chin and spit in mouth. I was so shocked I made a look of disgust and was met with him grabbing a fist full of my hair, bringing his face down to mine.

"Say thank you sir," he said with an evil grin.

"Th-thank you sir," I gave in. He spit in my face again and I felt it run down the side of my nose.

"That's a good piggy," he said ruffling up my hair. "You'll get the hang of things soon enough. Might take you a while since you're the dumbest cow I've ever met but I'm sure I'll pound it into you, one way or another," he said chuckling. "Alright, I'm going to lay down some ground rules, but first you can crawl that fat ass to the couch, and move fast because I am really losing patience with you. He got behind me and began kicking my ass. "Go, piggy, go."

I crawled as speedy as I could, feeling utterly humiliated and made my way to the couch where I went to get up but then felt him flick my forehead.

"Literally the dumbest pig I ever had to train. Pigs aren't allowed on the couch. Kneel before me piggy."

I knelt before him as he sat down, a knee on either side of me and my back to the coffee table.

"You really don't want to be here do you?" he asked

I looked in his eyes and shook my head.

"Well that's okay piggy, I don't really care what you want."

My lip began to tremble.

"You're really embarrassed, aren't you?" he cooed, wiping away one of my tears.

"Save your tears butt face, because it's only getting worse from here," he said with a devious smile.

"What do you mean?" I asked, adding quickly "sir?" at the end when I saw a dangerous flash across his eyes.

"Like for starters, I'll make it very clear I own you now and your new name is piggy or whatever I decide to call you. If I hear you mention your old name you will be punished."

"You can't do this to me sir!" I grabbed his thighs and shook him, "please!"

His hands grabbed my wrists and held them above my head, he clasped his hands around both my wrists and brought his face close to mine.

"You want me send that video to your whole family? I took another one of you crawling and getting your fat ass kicked too. You should see how pathetic you look piggy, it really is fitting. Do you want to walk free? Last chance and then you have to submit to me."

I was quiet.

"Say it," he said.

"Say what sir?" I asked, tearing up.

"Say you'll be my piggy slave and do what I say when I say it."

After a long stare down, my heart dropped when I saw his hand twitch.

"I will be your piggy slave sir and do what you say when you say it."

He patted my head. I felt a bit better.

"Cool, so that is that, no talking back no matter how much you want to. I feel good about telling you what your main purpose is, what you're existence will be. Remember if you talk back, there will be consequences."

I waited with bated breath.

"Your main purpose will be to clean and worship my ass."

My eyebrows raised, I was not expecting that. What did he mean clean?

"Your tongue will be the only way I keep my ass clean. You will lick, kiss and sniff my dirty ass like your life depends on it every single day. You will sniff my farts, eat my farts and then lick my asshole sparkling clean until you can eat out of it, and you know what? You just might end up eating out of it anyway."

As he spoke, my face got redder and redder and I felt like I was about to burst.

I lashed out and tried to slap him but he moved away from me. "I will never!"