And for the pigs who thought I would dress provocatively, well, you will have to do with my leather whip.

I can still get on a 48 hour miracle fruit juice cleanse, but I'm running out of time.

Finally!

After an entire month of planning, beating and ordering around, I have completed the first batch of Venus Projects, and all the goals have been achieved. Venus is now more industrialized, with factories either owned by myself, my friend Goddess Cranwell, or they belong directly to the Matriarchy. The port has also been redesigned and renovated.

And all this without a single unpunished male orgasm in the workforce, due to Locktober! A lucky few might have the privilege to orgasm at the night of October while the rest will be kept denied for No Nut November, as well. The same goes for Denial December, and Jailed January, and - who knows? - maybe February will be the pigs' happy month.

As for me? I will relax for a week or so, thinking of what costume I will wear in Cranwell's Halloween Party. I was thinking... Maybe Lara Croft? Or a Witch? Oh, or maybe a Teacher? So many options...

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I have officially reached a milestone. Not only did I go a whole entire week without lying to my bestie, but when I was put in a tricky situation where lying would have been easier and potentially avoided trouble, I made a choice to tell the truth! Sure, I may have exaggerated a little bit about how much Press Secretary 2 wanted to save Lockcock, but everything I said was true!

When I first got Alex's text message reminding me to feed Lockcock and give him fresh water (which I completely forgot to do for weeks) I immediately felt nervous about responding.

Coincidentally, just the day before, Press Secretary 2 had asked me if I would be kind enough to release Lockcock since the Autumn weather has been getting cooler in Freya and he has been naked and tied to a public whipping post for the past six months. I was a little upset at Press Secretary 2 for even suggesting such a thing, I mean seriously? Why the fuck does he care what happens to Lockcock? He should know by now that if Overgal ever gets back on the throne, all of us are fucked, and I bet that lazy good for nothing pig Lockcock would never look out for him....

So I gave him an ultimatum. You want to save Lockcock, then you take care of him! I would have been more than happy to watch him slowly starve to death out there while I ate lunch in front of him everyday and whipped him for complaining, but that's getting the story off track. Back to talking about what's important, my bestie.

When I read her text and thought about how to respond, I'll admit that my first instinct was to lie and just flat out tell her that everything was fine, I'd take care of him and if he was dead by the time she got back to Freya, 🤷‍♀️ I would just find another pig to chain up in his place. She probably wouldn't even remember what he looked like.

However, I stopped myself from quickly replying, remembering back to the deep emotional conversation we had last week where I told her through crying eyes (from having my ass beat by her, not from feelings) that I would make an effort to be a better, more honest friend.

And holy shit, it actually worked! I stared at my phone nervously waiting for her reply. I was almost doubting myself for not going with my gut instinct, but I was surprised that she was so cool about it. It made me smile. I guess everyday will be a new adventure as I begin my redemption arc and become a kinder, more compassionate Goddess so that I can be there for Alex the next time she needs me.

I just hope that I have the same inner strength to tell her the truth when she gets back from Riverbed and has to start training Shoecleaner 2. We'll cross that bridge when we get there though.

I know that Press Secretary 2 will whip his ass into shape and turn him into a productive member of society.

Once upon a time, there was a creepy old pig named William that didn't understand the concept of boundaries. He was a vile perverted creature, and would often get his thrills and excitement by peeking up Goddesses skirts.

Nobody liked him and whenever a Goddess saw him at the park or on the train, they would do everything possible to get away from him. He was such an old creepy loser that he wasn't even worth punishing. He never seemed to know when to stop though, and would often be seen skulking around coming up with creative new ways to see things that he wasn't supposed to see.

Well one day, he crossed paths with the wrong Goddess. For the sake of this story, we will call her 'Clarissa'. One day, Clarissa was walking down the street, minding her own business when she was spotted by William who made it his mission to see what color underwear Clarissa was wearing.

William hid behind a bush, crawling along beside Clarissa out of view as he eavesdropped on her conversations and planned the perfect time to sneak a peek. However, William was so distracted by Clarissa's beautiful legs, that he ended up tripping over an exposed tree root which caused him to land directly in her footpath.

Clarissa was a very important, and extremely busy Goddess, often conducting important international calls while walking through Freya. When she felt something squishing beneath her foot, she thought that she might have stepped in wild pig shit, but the screaming that quickly followed let her know that she stepped right onto Willy's face and destroyed his eyeball. Total accident!

From that day on, he became known as One-Eyed Willy and everyone made fun of him because of the accident he was involved in.

The moral of the story is that pigs need to respect boundaries. Those boundaries can be as simple as the personal space immediately around a Goddess all the way to an entire city! So pigs, don't go losing your eyes over some dumb shit like Willy did, just do the right thing.

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