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Personally, I prefer a mix of positive and negative reinforcement, not just because of how… wholistic it is, but because, well, it’s fun!

Giving praise, pets, headpats or treats for good behavior isn’t a burden, of course, and it’s simple enough to do. A nice massage would be more… in depth, but again, probably as fun for me as it would be for her.

On the punishment end… well, of course there’s some tailoring required to fit, but in a general sense, unless the tiny is really kinky, a legit, painful spanking seems like a good default response. My own kinks aside, I’d value my own tinies, no matter the relationship (pet, partner, toy, etc), too much to actually do any real damage to them, but depending on how much I value them as individuals, options open up. Threatening to do something, however, would be on the table, depending how little I liked them, in ‘dangle them over my mouth’ kind of way. Just… going right up to them and yelling angrily in their faces, considering the volume involved, wouldn’t be nothing either. Isolating them, trapping them in a jar or box or something in the dark for a couple of hours, would be effective, especially if I was really annoyed.

Also something to consider is the fact if I had multiple SWs, I’d likely have some sort of hierarchy going on: my favorites, maybe those in disfavor, and everyone else, and there of course would be benefits to being the favorite. Dropping someone’s status, whether there are others to lord over them for their fall or not, and making them live in a hamster cage with wood shavings, or even full time in a jar, instead of a posh dollhouse, would very much be on the table then.

And finally, I’m the kind of guy who wears necklaces. I’d just love to wear a misbehaving tiny around my neck all day.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ud8SlwXlByA

She’s made more than this, btw, and half the reason I’m posting this here is that this is, unironically, the only SW/GT ASMR I’ve ever seen, so I’m hoping to boost views and get more of them made.

GTS all over the place, of course.

…I want a woman in my palm, tiny, completely overwhelmed, utterly helpless and broken, to stand there, to kneel there, and beg.

Beg for her life, maybe. Or the lives of her family, or her friends, or some precious thing, or to save something that without me will be lost.

Not freedom, never that, or anything like rights or fair treatment, because it’s clear that those things are gone, never to return, and to ask for them, no matter how persuasively, is just empty words. No, she knows that, in many ways, this is her last, true free act a free being, or a living thing at all, and this is her last shot for the one thing most important to her and she damn well better make this count, because if she wastes this chance, this one, final chance, her failure will haunt her for however long she still lives.

And so she begs. Pleads. Casts aside dignity, pose and honor, promises anything, everything, if I just do this one thing for her, calls upon any affection I may have ever had for her or anyone who knows her, all her womanly wiles, to worship me as a god, anything.

And I look at her face, broken and pleading, covered in tears, and I choose.

Maybe I accept her plea, and take her and her desperate, pathetic gratitude with me as I go on my way. Maybe I kill her. Maybe I destroy what she loves before she dies, so it haunts her last living moments, or after, to spare her the pain of her lose in some small way.

Maybe I accept, and then do it anyways, and laugh and laugh at how it destroys her, to give her this hope before taking away just as easily. Maybe I say yes, and come back later to do it anyways, and leave her ignorant that all her work was for nothing. Maybe I say no, while actually sparing what she loved, and delight in her sorrow, knowing I could destroy her worldview with a few simple words.

But in the end, it’s all my choice, and all she has are empty words and hollow hope, and I hold her fate, hopes and dreams, just as I hold her, in the palm of my hand.

I’m playing a dumb game with my friend yesterday, and a character drops this line on us: he’s not wearing sunglasses, no! He shouts proudly that he’s wearing a black fairy bra.

Along with my instant incredulous reaction, there was also the thought that he was One Of Us, and I should mention it here for everyone else to WTF over and enjoy.

So… if sunglasses are a tiny bra being abused by being stretched over someone’s face, are there any other common accessories that we can figure out are actually from an SW?

I’m a giant, passing a village/city/town of little people, and I just don’t give a fuck about them, but they’re worried about me. Very worried.

Worried enough that, in their fear of what I could do to them, they launch a preemptive strike against me… which fails miserably. But now? Now I’m pissed off, and while I didn’t start it, I’m going to finish it.

It’s not a war, it’s not even a fight, it’s just breaking toys. Walls are smashed, homes, are crushed, all their resistance against me is completely meaningless as I destroy their lives.

And then they come to beg for their lives, and for mercy from the disaster they caused.

@Jitensha

I think, for me, there’s two parts to it: there’s the physical, the usual parts of vore. A soft, warm body in my mouth, squirming, but better than before because it’s willing, because she’s rubbing up against me just as much as I’m trying to taste and tease her.

At the same time, though, there’s also the psychological, the fact that she’s not only willing to do it, willing to give herself, willing to become food, but wants it, maybe even more than I do… because in all honesty I’m probably too soft for my own good. The idea that someone wants to end, to be subsumed, by me, because of me, to want it so much that it excites them thrills me.

There’s something that’s both inherently dehumanizing, to reduce someone to food, but also intimate about vore, and it only becomes more so when both sides are the ones interested. You can be friends or lovers for years, you can both enjoy the process and make it an even better experience, but once you eat them they’re gone, and you’re the one who did it. There’s some sort of extra, almost unholy spice that kind of act adds to the proceedings.

I like to picture a sushi platter, but with SWs instead. Each one of them dressed in a little seaweed outfit, each one posing cheerfully. More than that, they’re enjoying it, and each other, and there’s even a few bathing in the dish of soy sauce.

Bliss.

I’ve always felt I fell in-between the great ‘SW introducing movies’ eras; I’ve never seen Ferngully, or the more ‘classic’ movies of our people, and by the time there was a new King Kong I had already realized what I liked.

Honestly, a lot of my younger years are fuzzy to me, but this is one of my more vivid memories: back when video games had paper guides, my copy of FFX had an advertisement on the back of the guide for the sequel, FFX-2. The main character for that game was a woman, and one of the features of the game is that you can switch jobs/outfits to do different things, and even her default outfit was delightful, in retrospect.

For context, it was almost exactly this picture, but without the legs being cut off:

I didn’t really get sex at that point, or skimpy female clothing, and honestly wasn’t even attracted to females at all, but that picture got to me. Yuna fascinated me in ways I didn’t understand; her looks, that confident pose, those legs… and how I could hold ‘her’ in my hand. Ironically enough, that guide, well, guided me to the Minimizer’s, and introduced me to the fetish.

@littlest-lily
I mean, there’s that too, but… when you play enough horror games, for example, after awhile the jump scares stop scaring you. Even if you don’t see it coming, you’ve been conditioned by all these startled moments where nothing actually happens to you that it stops triggering a physical reaction.

In the same vein, I’d imagine that, over time, an SW would be conditioned to accept being suddenly grabbed, either because it keeps happening and nothing ever happens to them, or just learned helplessness in general.

On a personal level, I just have this bone deep desire to hold an SW like a teddy bear and just… rest. It’s something I’ve been trying to figure out how to make a story about, almost; a giant or something rescuing a woman just so he can sleep better at night, or a man who buys an SW for something closer to an experience with an affectionate cat rather than a sex toy that they’re usually for, while her attitude goes from ‘WhatthefuckwhatthefuckI’mgoingtodie’ to ‘Welp, better than where I was before’ to actually bonding with them.

Just imagining a little arm full of a thing curled up against my chest, all soft and warm, maybe making a cute little noise when I move unexpectedly before snuggling back in is just… bliss.

I know that… @Kisupure did something like that with the Evangelion mechs, years ago. I’m not sure if it ever got posted here, but I remember reading it.

I mean, beyond the usual, ‘hold this SW in/on my hand’ thing?

…Personally, I have this urge to engulf people. Like, if I was hugging someone of a more normal size, or laying in bed with them, I’d want to wrap around them, and if they’re smaller? I just want to… hold them to my chest. The smaller they are, the more I basiclly want to tuck them in myself, or under my clothes or something. I just want maximum amounts of their surface area covered by my own body.

It’s like being the big spoon on steroids, basiclly.

So… kinda, but more as a side effect than as the stated goal.

What’s everyone’s opinions on these? I know generally we prefer human or basiclly-human giants and/or tinies, but what about things that don’t fall in that typical slot? Giant robots, dragons, and the like?

All this talk of giants recently has reminded me of one of my older ideas; a living ship a stranded woman gets trapped inside, with the two of them trying to negotiate with each other for their various goals. It has a lot of the typical power dynamics, and there’s plenty of ways for interaction to happen, but I’m not sure what people would think about something so… unstandard.

@Olo
I mean… yeah. That is the assumption. That you like it, so you want it, deep down. The fact that you, say, want to keep a woman as a pet, wearing only a dog collar, is the kind of thing that naturally breeds suspicion in people.

Is chaotic neutral an armpit, on the shoulder, or in the breasts?

Anyways, I’m pockets, all the way the way down; I love having all sorts of things in my pockets for any given situation, no matter how random or unexpected; lawful neutral baby!

@Olo
Honestly, I feel like I never quite got over the guilt complex the U.S. slaps on everything sexual, so I have both of those things warring for dominance in me whenever this kind of idea comes up, even if intellectually I… kinda know better?