Good point. It’s often glamorized, too. Like “oh these blood thralls experience so much pleasure from being walking juice boxes that they don’t mind and/or they don’t even have meaningful consciousness anyway, teehee.”
Okay but what if that’s your kink though sincerely and not a bit-ly. Like, y’know?
To me there is a world of difference between “ooh getting bit by this vampire and becoming a thrall to them would be hot” and “THIS FINE MAN LOUIS, HE OWNED A PLANTATION, HE’S A VALIANT MAN” type shit, I guess.
There’s such a thing as problematic favorites, and yes, I can definitely imagine (though not share) the fictionalized fantasy of being the thrall of some “nice” slaver (or not so nice, some people really got a thing for being hurt in their fantasies).
Good point. It’s often glamorized, too. Like “oh these blood thralls experience so much pleasure from being walking juice boxes that they don’t mind and/or they don’t even have meaningful consciousness anyway, teehee.”
Okay but what if that’s your kink though
sincerely and not a bit-ly. Like, y’know?
To me there is a world of difference between “ooh getting bit by this vampire and becoming a thrall to them would be hot” and “THIS FINE MAN LOUIS, HE OWNED A PLANTATION, HE’S A VALIANT MAN” type shit, I guess.
There’s such a thing as problematic favorites, and yes, I can definitely imagine (though not share) the fictionalized fantasy of being the thrall of some “nice” slaver (or not so nice, some people really got a thing for being hurt in their fantasies).