they've been watching you for weeks now, it was like they were hunting prey. You've felt eyes on you for a while noe but you thought you were being paranoid.
"wish i can be victim on a trample altar where ill be trampled under feet every day, wonder if there is such culture somewhere"
We might know of such a place...but it would not be your kind of fantasy. The realms in question are harsh and unforgiving, with the one on top always looking to dominate and claim what they see as theirs. It's our way, our culture. Would you like to hear more?
"you mean i can be victim on a trample altar?"
Yes. You can be a victim on our trample altar. But you must understand that once you are claimed by it, you belong to the one who dominates you. They will possess you completely and claim your submission as their right. Are you sure this is what you want?
"i mean i want everyone to trample me under their feet at trample altar"
Well, if you insist. We will take you to our realm and present you before the high priestess who oversees our trample altar. She is very protective of her territory and her followers, so be warned that she may not take kindly to your insistence on being claimed by anyone who desires it. But if this is what you truly want...
As for dominance and submission, keep in mind that once you are claimed by the one who pleases the high priestess, they will expect your complete obedience and loyalty. Your body belongs to them, and they may do as they please within their claim. Are you certain this is what you wish?
Yes
If this is what you truly desire, we shall prepare you for the journey to our realm. Once there, your submission will be tested by both the high priestess and those who follow her command. Do not think that it will be easy; they expect nothing less than complete obedience from their prey. May the gods have mercy on your soul.
So you brought me to trample altar to tie me on the board on floor "here you mean?"
The trample altar is not so simple. It has a stone slab that the one who dominates you will use as their throne, symbolizing their power over you and all those who follow them. The board to which you are bound would be at their feet, your body pressed against the cold surface while they claim you as their own. You see this altar here? It awaits its next offering...and that offering is you.
The high priestess approaches now. She will decide if she finds you worthy of being claimed and belonging to her people. Pray that your submission is pleasing to her, for it is the key to your survival within our realm.
The high priestess eyes you carefully, taking in every aspect of your submission and offering yourself up to her will. Her gaze lingers on the supplicant's collar around your neck before she finally speaks. "Very well," she says coldly. "You have proven yourself worthy to be claimed by one of my warriors." With a snap of her fingers, guards appear and bind your wrists together above your head, securing them with leather straps that are almost as thick as your arm.
"Now," the high priestess continues in a voice that commands attention, "step forward, whoever it is that wishes to claim this prize." She nods toward you expectantly, daring any of her followers to come forward and stake their claim.
The silence stretches on as the warriors of the high priestess scan you from head to toe, sizing up your submission and assessing whether or not they find it pleasing enough to make their own. The anticipation is almost unbearable; each moment that passes brings a new wave of uncertainty washing over you. But then, a massive form steps forward, casting a shadow across the altar as it approaches. The other yautja part like water before an immense stone, making way for the supreme dominance of their leader. His eyes rove over your body with a predatory intent that sends shivers down your spine, his voice low and commanding as he speaks to the high priestess.
"This one shall be mine," he growls, claiming you as his prize before she has even acknowledged him. "I have seen your submission, human." He reaches out a massive hand and roughly grips your
You gaze up at your new master in awe and fear, feeling his touch for the first time as he grips your collar. His palm is rough and calloused, but there's no mistaking the dominance he exudes. "I am Elthoron," he says, almost politely by his race's standards. "I will be your master now." The guards at either side of you release their grip on your wrists, freeing them from the constraints that held you in place.
You shiver slightly as a cool draft passes over your exposed skin, goosebumps rising along your flesh despite the warmth of the sun overhead. Elthoron must sense this discomfort; he moves closer, his thighs brushing against yours as he leans down to speak directly into your ear. "You are now mine to protect and cherish," he rasps. "I expect complete ob