Part of me wants to answer this question like, “I don’t need any items… my master will provide for me…”
…and the other part is screaming, “if I don’t get any Nintendo games to play I will chew his fingers off”
Part of me wants to answer this question like, “I don’t need any items… my master will provide for me…”
…and the other part is screaming, “if I don’t get any Nintendo games to play I will chew his fingers off”
Not long ago I realised that this is a problem with pornography on the whole. Straight men are always the presumed audience, so that’s where all the money and effort goes. Then as interests get more niche and granular, you run into the same problem tenfold - women are largely disregarded within a largely disregarded paraphilia.
I try my best to address the balance (though I’m largely selfish - I make art of the stuff I want to see more of). But it’s depressing to think about how much of an uphill climb it will likely always be within our culture on the whole.
I’m a switch, but I still get pretty pissed off when people want me to be big for them while I’m feeling small (and vice versa).
I guess I’m not into “love triangles” as much as I am into “love stories complicated by the presence of giants”. I guess it’s a love triangle when your girlfriend is kidnapped by a horny monster? Or when you and your partner are both shrunk and tortured by the same jealous man?
Just a thread of all my Jabba the Hutt photomanipulations. I think there are a few people on here who will enjoy these…
You have no idea how happy I am to hear this! Almost all of my creative energy is expended in bringing this fantasy to life! This whole YouTube playlist attests to that!
One last group of images of this delightfully awful man bullying me
I will have to take a break from this, I have made more renders of this scenario in the past week than I made total renders in the whole of the past year
@Olo Ah, I haven’t quite worked out the exact details - but your assessment should prove correct.
There’s a few especially nasty scenarios I tend to come back to, but maybe the darkest is of being gaslit into thinking I’m safe. Broken in as a slave, tortured so thoroughly that life beyond my master’s grasp is unimaginable. Starting to feel positively towards him… to embrace his touch, to crave his praise, and eventually, slowly, after days or weeks or months, becoming confident that I’m his favourite. To be the most obedient and passionate of his playthings. He would tell me as much. I’m a good girl.
Then one day he decides I’m boring, and kills me in one of any number of horrible ways. And as I’m sliding down his throat or feeling the pressure of my ribs being crushed in underfoot, I’m dismayed - inconsolable - because I don’t even know what I did to deserve it. I was a good girl. Master would never hurt me without reason. …but it isn’t a punishment. He’s not getting rid of me because I failed him - on the contrary, I was entirely perfect. He just thought it’d be fun to hear my final screams. And he’ll have a new favourite toy soon enough.