#objectifcation

A-Com-p1a

Your job is to lay around and look pretty.

Working from home has its benefits.

I may or may not touch you. I may or may not speak to you. But you're to stay within my eyesight for the entire day. If you need something, raise your hand. Otherwise, you're to stay quiet. And under no circumstances are you to touch yourself, even to take a piss. If I look at you I expect your eyes to be on me at all times.

There will be times when I'm on a call that I'll motion for you to come close so I can fondle and molest you. I may have you kneel down next to my desk so I can lick and chew on your nipples. Or I may have you stand still next to me while I absentmindedly run my fingers up and down your hairy thighs. I may just want to lick on you and taste you.

Between calls I may want your mouth on me. Or I may see how much cum I can pack inside you before the workday ends. I may eat your pussy out while milking you from behind. I may claim your mouth with mine.

Whatever I do, it will not be enough; I've created an unquenchable fire in you for my attention, my seed, my abuse. You're just another pretty object for me - an acquisition that I will likely soon tire of. So when you're not with me I suggest you up your workout and strive to make yourself more visually pleasing to me. Because pretty objects are a dime a dozen. Real men are much rarer commodities. Count your blessing that one such man finds you appealing and takes pleasure in using you.

You know, I really respect how Monster Rancher treated Pixie. Even though her character design is basically a voluptuous woman in a fur bikini, in no way does the anime objectify her. There are no close-ups on her butt and boobs, we don’t have guys drooling over her, and her bond with Genki is one of mutual respect, not titillation. 

And before everyone reminds me that Monster Rancher was a children’s show, Digimon Adventure had a moment where Yamato was approached by sexy woman who probably had....”mature interests.” It was cut from American syndication.

(I finally decided to be productive and actually write some whump! I ended up jumping onto the box boy trend, which I think was created by @shameless-whumper. I decided to do this in a video transcript format. This will be a series, with some written in this format, some in a more traditional one. Just depends on my mood.)

TW for: Slavery, dehumanization, objectification, human trafficking, all that kinda stuff. 

“Hullo there, it’s LizziePrincess here, and welcome back to my channel! 

“So, the other day, I was looking through my recommended, and I’ve been seeing a ton of those Box Boy videos. I checked one out, and my god, you guys, they’re so cute. And I just HAD to have my own, y’ know? I’ve got the space for it and everything. So...” 

[The camera moves to show a large wooden crate, with the Whumpees-R-Us logo printed on it.]

“I had him customized a bit, it’s kinda crazy how detailed you can get. But for the most part, I don’t really know what I’m getting. That's the fun part.” 

[The video cuts to Lizzie in a garage standing next to the crate.]

“Alright, enough stalling. Let’s get into it~!” 

[She removes the top of the crate at tosses aside packaging and several documents.]

“There isn’t really any damage to the box, everything’s shipped in good conditio- oh my god...” 

[The camera angle hastily changes to show the inside of the crate.]

“He’s so cute...!” 

[Lizzie strokes his hair and shoulders. He is blindfolded.]

“You can really see, he’s exactly what they promised. I ordered one of their base boys, but with a few... modifications.”

[Lizzie gives the camera a smug, slightly sadistic grin. She tips the crate over to send the boy tumbling out. He lies limply on the ground as a sound effect plays.]

"I made sure to get one that was kinda clumsy. Might be a bit more fun to mess with, y'know?"

[She straightens out the instruction manual taped to the box.]

"Says we gotta give him some water, so uh, lemme just..."

[Lizzie holds a plastic water bottle up to his face.]

"There we go. He looks so cute like this. Shame I can't show you the rest of him. Gotta stay advertiser friendly!"

[She winks suggestively at the camera. ]

"Alright, so, he's finished drinking, and it says here that he's trained in a bunch of positions. But uh, we know I'm not gonna remember any of these, sooo..."

[Lizzie throws the booklet behind her as a crash sound effect plays. She pulls out her phone.]

"Alright, uh... position two?"

[With a soft groan of pain, the Box Boy moves onto his knees.]

"Oh wow, he follows directions pretty well. So far, anyway. Now let's just take off his blindfold, see what his eyes look like."

[Lizzie begins taking off the blindfold.]

"Oh my god, oh my god... he's so..."

[The camera angle shifts to show the boy's eyes, which are a light brown. He stares fearfully at the lens.]

"Look at him! He looks like a little deer! Oh guys, he's so cute, I'm gonna scream. I asked for one that was a bit scared, just to make it more fun to watch.”

[The boy looks to the camera, somewhat frightened.]

“Okay, so these things all have a number. I think it’s on their wrists?” 

[Lizzie jerks the boy’s hand up to the camera, showing off the number and barcode on his wrist.]

“Well, hello there, 306859!” 

[Lizzie strokes his wavy, dark brown hair.]

“I wonder if he can talk.” 

“I-I can talk... mistres-” 

[Lizzie covers his mouth with her hand.]

“Seems like I’ve got a bit of work to do with training him, huh?” 

“Mmph-!” 

[Lizzie laughs and gives the camera a somewhat strained smile.]

“Maybe more than a bit.”

[Lizzie removes something else from the crate. A thin rattan cane. The Box Boy’s eyes widen even more.]

“Wait, Mistress, please, hold on, I’m sorr-”

[Tears fill the eyes of the boy, and the video cuts to a screen saying technical difficulties. Lizzie’s voiceover plays.]

“So uh, my camera died and I didn’t realize, heh. But I pretty much ended up taking him to use the bathroom, so not much to see. He took a lot out of my wallet, so I gotta keep this video monetized.

“Anyways, I put him back in his crate to get him to sleep while I did some editing. I think I’m gonna end this one here, and until next time, I’m Lizzy, and as always, stay glitzy!

[The video fades to a black screen with several names on it.]