When you’re 65ft tall, and you weigh a couple of dozen tons, you can afford some luxuries, either by walking a small town at your leisure, or when you see that pretty girl from the window of her 4-story apartment and you just want grab her.
But when you’re a normal-sized girl, in front of a huge colossus who wants you, your options are few, if not nill. Understand that your whole body fits in one hand, you don’t weigh more than a set of keys, and you’re not a girl anymore, you’re a pet, a prize, a treat, a delicious object of desire, and that’s something you’ll have to get used to.
How quickly you learn to obey, to know your place in this new order, is how well you’re going to live. A smart girl will quickly learn to obey the orders of her new master, will be submissive, proactive, seek to look good and attractive in the eyes of her new owner. It will be an object of desire that he will not tire of using, enjoying, playing, and in return she will be zealously protected, welcomed and passionately loved.
But those who resist, or refuse to understand their new place, must be disciplined, they find themselves crushed under the giant feet of their owner until they pass out, out of the sheer weight, only to wake up and see if they have learned, or maybe they will be grabbed in one hand, and spanking with just one of the huge finger until the words “yes sir” come out naturally from her lips.
Whatever the situation, the choice was already made by that giant the moment he laid eyes on you on that first date.
Hence you remember this phrase in a world of giants.
“Tell me how tall you are, and I’ll tell you where do you belong”