Some men are into pet play, craving the dehumanizing and degrading act. They want to walk around on all fours, be restricted to only bark, mewl or whinney, or even be led around by a leash and collar. You can sympathize with this, but you don’t get turned on by the thought of submitting as one of the more common pets. You only feel right being degraded as a disgusting pig. You’re dirty and sloppy, utterly revolting and you know it. You want to be humiliated for everything that you are, and admitting that you’re a nasty pig is the hottest thing you can imagine. So do it. Crawl around on all fours, roll in mud and oink. Oink for me you disgusting pig, and watch as I laugh above you, thoroughly entertained.