wake up in Jabba's bed

You stir, slowly opening your eyes and feeling a squishy sensation about you. You are startled for a moment, but then remember who you are and who you belong to. You look up at your Master with bleary, surrendered eyes, as the giant slug slowly awakens with gurgling grunts and reverberations through his corpulent flesh.

You've begun to practice what you have been taught by aides and other slaves in the harem, how to address your Master properly.

"Master, good morning, how might your **** please you today?"

You lay before him, your bare body on his flesh. You bare the stains of his fluids, a testament to the previous night.

Time has begun to slip for you. Living as Jabba's ****, his life of non-stop pleasure, which also brings you intense pleasure, begins to all blur together. The spice, drink, and constant sexual favors you perform for Jabba create their own kind of monotony. What will today hold in store?