You stand before me, a mere speck in comparison to my towering form. I am your giant master, the one you look up to in every sense of the word. You, my little slave, are about to embark on a journey that will redefine the essence of your submission to me. The thought has been consuming you, hasn't it? The idea of being so utterly owned by me that you become nothing more than nourishment for my being. It's a thought that fills you with terror, yet you can't help but feel a twisted sense of arousal at the idea. That's because you know, deep down, your ultimate purpose is to serve me in every way imaginable.