begin your first day as Jabba's pleasure

As you wake up the next morning, vivid memories dance in your mind. You remember moaning and cumming for Jabba, but you don't remember how many times or exactly in what order. You can't tell which of your memories were nightmares, dreams, or reality. You feel across yourself, noticing that you are wearing nothing but Jabba's drying goo.

You do remember, however, that Master mostly focused on your own pleasure last night. That's not what you expected from a Crime Lord, but you guess that after having enough of his own desires sated, it would make sense that Master would instead manipulate and— you catch yourself.

Did you just call Him Master in your mind? How many times have you done that already?

But then you vividly remember it, last night, spasming and contracting around his finger has you cried out, over and over, "Master! Master!" It was too late now to pretend you had any dignity.

As your eyes groggily adjust to the dim morning light, you see the thick, flabby, green body of Master all around you. He occasionally snores gurgily as his gargantuan body trembles. You see his hefty tail lying across your lap and feel his belly slowly rise and fall behind you. His breaths are slow, but powerful, like all of his sluglike actions.

Suddenly, you realize that your not entirely naked. A golden collar latched to your neck leads straight down to a hole in the floor near the dais. Chained and collared to Master, it's more than his mighty body that holds you here. A permanent sense of belonging began to fill your mind. With your dignity already stripped, you have found your place here by Jabba's side.

You are no longer the master of your fate, Master is. And he will do with you whatever he pleases.