Since things like composition or lighting don't depend on the tools that much, and you've shown mastery of them in your Daz3D works, I doubt there's anything you can learn from me in that regard.I can learn so much from you! New techniques, an eye for composition and lighting. Masochistic perfectionism.
Yes, it definitely does. As you probably have imagined, I don't have kinks involving excessive physical pain or death, unlike you and many other members of this community. But what you said above strengthened my belief that it's not their kinks but their attitudes towards them that determine if I can be a friend to a person in a place like CF.Hope this helps you define yourself too. Cheers, best regards, and thanks for your work!
Well... In fact AI is only tool, man can make pics without stealing, usually there are tools for this... But big part of users don't have objections...Normally, I don't care for AI renders. They have always seemed...off. And, I generally don't like the way they tend to steal others work, and cheapen the various artforms.
In fact my serie Solitary is AI creation... And difference in style between parts are effect of experiments with tool...I would feel happy, though, if what I post here may help encourage others to become more open-minded towards AI so that they could benefit from it in expressing their creativity or enhancing their art like have.
You've done such a nice job. I like how it came out with armpit hair. Even the teeth is realistic, since slaves are not considered human anymore; they may not provide them with a tooth brush and tooth paste. The addition of the leash is great. I wish you added the owner holding it.Converted from @emmaX's original work:
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EDIT: I discovered that the teeth got mangled during the upscaling process. Unfortunately, I don't have time to fix it right now, so I'll post the original (smaller) version as well:
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Thanks! I'm just glad that you aren't mad at me for making you so hairy.You've done such a nice job. I like how it came out with armpit hair. Even the teeth is realistic, since slaves are not considered human anymore; they may not provide them with a tooth brush and tooth paste. The addition of the leash is great. I wish you added the owner holding it.
My avatar revision is not complete in this version. I'm just working on it. But you went ahead of me with the labia majora. I'm working on it. I haven't found a good armpit hair, yet though.
I do disagree, though, about sex slaves. I heard about dogs or sheep being used as a receptacle of human ejaculations. But I have a feeling it would be different with a human slave. The urination scene is not like having a dog pee while in a walk. It's scene of humiliation. A dog wouldn't feel humiliated. It's a power play of the dominant and submissive. You'd only wash the parts to be used when things are desperate. Owners are not desperate when they can go for a walk with a slave.Thanks! I'm just glad that you aren't mad at me for making you so hairy.
I like imagining slaves are never washed except when they are about to be used and only the parts relevant to the service. After all, it's not for the slaves themselves that such a measure is necessary.
I imagine a sex slave chosen to provide a service would be given a small water bucket. And she would clean every orifice that may be used by the client/owner while he is watching, starting from her mouth. For this ritual, you don't need a toothbrush or paste; you only need your fingers and disinfectant.
Anyway, thanks again for the image! I'd love to see your avatar when you finish revising it with more details.
I believe it’s because my favourite slavery scenario is when a slave is treated as an animal without any malice, like letting her pee outside like a dog not because they want to humiliate her but because they don’t believe she has a sense of modesty, being an inferior animal made to serve humans by nature. For some reason, I feel more humiliation when I imagine to be the slave in such a scenario than otherwise.I do disagree, though, about sex slaves. I heard about dogs or sheep being used as a receptacle of human ejaculations. But I have a feeling it would be different with a human slave. The urination scene is not like having a dog pee while in a walk. It's scene of humiliation. A dog wouldn't feel humiliated. It's a power play of the dominant and submissive. You'd only wash the parts to be used when things are desperate. Owners are not desperate when they can go for a walk with a slave.
I think the hygiene of the slaves are very important for the owners. Most dog diseases don't transmit to humans, while most human disease will transmit. Besides, don't you want to suckle my nipples?
Still some work to do, but I like to see the result in the end.How I created the base image for my latest render, in case anyone feels curious:
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I usually combine AI and hand drawing to make a base image. But when more precision is needed, I create a crude Blender scene for that purpose.
What's nice about this setup is that I don't need high-quality models like Daz Genesis or have to create all the details like hair or restraints in 3D. All I need to do is make a bare minimum scene that shows the overall composition and camera perspective, and I can fill out the rest using AI.
Ah, this gives me ideas. Let's see what I can do with it after I finish up the render I've been working on at the moment.Here's my new avatar. I'd like it if you can use it, or I'll pose the way you want.View attachment 1521106
By the dog leash fastened around my neck, I trudged along behind my white mistress Natasha, my bare feet slapping against the cobblestones. Natasha's pretty blonde hair bounced with each purposeful step, while my own limp, dirty locks clung to my sweaty face and shoulders.
Natasha came to a stop in front of an upscale green-brick restaurant. The handsome waiter, dressed to the nines in a fitted black vest and tie, hurried over with a deferential bow. "You're dining with us tonight, Lady Natasha?" he asked deferentially, taking the leash from her dainty hands.
"Not tonight, Pierre," Natasha replied breezily, smoothing her delicate silk dress. "I'm dining alone. The usual table for one, please."
My eyes traced the flowing fabric that clung to her curves, then drifted down to my own nude, dingy brown body. Rivulets of sweat trickled between my small, unfettered breasts.
"Not a problem, my lady." Pierre bowed with a lascivious leer at Natasha's cleavage, then grabbed my leash, pulling me roughly. "Follow me."
Pierre marched me to a metal stand next to the entrance where other bare, dusky slaves were already leashed and splayed obscenely. He jerked my collar down, fastening it to a rung with a vicious wrench. "Comfy, rice monkey?" he sneered, shoving me to the cobblestones.
I yelped in pain, stumbling before kneeling in a humiliating wide-legged split. Pierre gave my rear a stinging slap that made me jump before sauntering inside.
Cheeks flaming, I peered through the window at the privileged humans dining within - humans like Natasha with their luminous porcelain skin, gleaming golden tresses and lavish silks and gemstones. Such status, such liberty - never to endure such degradation as I. Tears pricked my eyes.
My full bladder cramped urgently and I squirmed uncomfortably, feeling the cool night air caress my dripping sex and exposed anus. To have to beg Natasha for permission to piss, then debase myself over a filthy sewer grate like a rabid dog - oh the shame! I could feel the judgmental stares of the diners as they watched me relieve myself in my lewd position. Waves of humiliation washed over me.
I gazed up at the clear evening sky, hoping for rain that would let me wet myself discretely without my owner's approval or others' contempt. Anything to preserve a modicum of dignity in this degrading existence.
For now, I could only kneel obediently, naked and exposed, waiting for my owner to finish her meal and leash me once again. This was my life now - to serve Natasha, however demeaning. All because of the color of my skin and the luck of my birth. How I longed to be like Natasha, with her beauty and privilege. But that would never be me. I was her toy to torment as she saw fit, for the rest of my days.