Roughly for the past 2 years, a slave who I will refer to as Mini Slave has been serving me off-and-on, craving to shrink to my power. This particular slave’s fantasy focuses on being shrunk down to the size of a grain of rice as I tower over him and take total control of him. He imagines himself one day residing in my belly button and looking up at my abs as if they’re colossal mountains for him to climb once he has fully shrunk to the size he should ultimately become after I shrink his life and his bank account. I never put too much time or effort into this particular slave because his average tribute was, like his self-perception, small (with the exception of a few sessions).
However, earlier this week, Mini Slave messaged me on Skype and begged to serve me again so that he could shrink even further. Mini Slave informed me that he was currently at a party and begged to tribute me while at the party. Tributing me while at a party embodies true devotion from a slave. Nothing should stand in your way of serving me whether the obstacle represents itself in your social life, work, or other obligations because ultimately I come before all of those external matters. Imagining himself shrinking more and more, Mini Slave begged to see pictures of my stomach after he sent each tribute. The pictures were a visual reinforcement tool to remind him that I was eating up his cash and could very well eat him if I chose to do so. One of Mini Slave’s fantasies involves him as a piece of food on my dinner plate and running in fear from my fork as it plunges down and picks up food which I’m about to devour. As I continued to send more pictures to Mini Slave, the tributes started growing in size as his bank account and financial state began shrinking in size.
Mini Slave begged me to go on cam for him while he sat at his friend’s party. While on Skype, Mini Slave maintained discretion from his friends and concealed his phone, so the party-goers couldn’t see him watching me flex. He begged to see more of my toned and ripped stomach so the hypnosis would take over as he envisioned himself being devoured by it. During this time, I heard the loud music and laughter from the party while Mini Slave shut the external noise out of his consciousness and his shrinking for me represented his only focus. By the end of the night, Mini Slave tributed over $1,000 to show his devotion to me. The next day, Mini Slave admitted he experienced a massive buzz from alcohol, but still fully aware of his actions from the night before, and expressed he truly did the right thing. Mini Slave fully proved himself to me as a serious slave worthy of more of my attention and going forward I will devote more time and attention to using him and getting deeper into his mind.