To hurt you more than it hurts Me

40, She/Her (capitalised if you please), AuDHD, Queer, Trans, Plural, Sadistic Domme. Not your Domme until I say so. UK resident. You can treat all this as fictional if it makes you feel better, but this is an 18+ space.

[cassadism]

Hi, it is finished. Would it be permissible for me to share the essay as a direct message?

500 words will fit in an ask. The direct message box will be far too small to read so much in, don't you think?

[cassadism]

I’m in the rough draft phase of my 500-word essay.

Given the previous ask you have sent Me, I expect it to be good. Do not disappoint.

[miscling]

all hounds are forcefem bait

[wintymute]

You know mechsploitation as a genre is good and all but i feel like theres a surprising amount of themes and concepts that aren’t really touched on due to the common power dynamics people write about. Like, yes its good and all, but i do think that people could really afford to take a closer look at how ‘breaking’ a hound in effects them psychologically, and more importantly the inherent incompleteness of refashioning a person. I mean there is no “true loss of self” as much as we’d all like to pretend, you’re still you, even if its buried deep below layers of trauma and reeducation (if you even like to ascribe to the concept of a truer self in the first place that is). Either way, i think that blurry-lined edge between was and is, is far hotter than seeing a broken hollowed out girl say yes ma’am with a smile. Sure that sort of thing fits the fantasy of loosing your autonomy and responsibilities a bit better, the excision of self in place of another’s will, but thats not really how it works. No matter how much i torture you, no matter how much i rip your mind to little pieces, there will still be some sliver of self clawing at the walls of your own skull. Which works out perfectly really, I don’t want a broken down doll, i want to see what little fragments of self are left, and how painfully they grate against the new person they’ve become. I want to see how a broken little animal of a girl struggles to be, because there are immutable parts of her that are still human. We are awfully adaptive creatures, after all, but you and i both know some part of you is aware of whats happening. Some part of you knows what you’re conforming to, that these are all decisions you’re making, even under duress. That this is something you actively choose every time you hear an order. Some part of you still screams in the distant recesses of your mind when you hear yourself fall to my every command.

I hope it never stops screaming

[begrudgedhound]

Handler

She is the pinnacle of grace, beauty and intelligence, I’m awed as I gaze upon Her and I am blessed to be gifted Her guidance. I ’ll go toe to toe with anyone else, but in the face of Her greatness, I am dumbfounded, speechless where I would otherwise have no end of remarks to make, Her presence commands that I heel. I am thankful to be Her hound. Once I would never have imagined myself to be beneath anyone, but now I struggle to imagine what I would be without Her, I have changed and grown significantly under Her charge. Serving Her interests furthers my own, in remaining loyal to Her, I become stronger and more cunning. With Her, I’m more threatening: a clever beast has taken the place of the thing that once thought itself human, better than the dumb dog I am alone.

She is my obsession and my muse, I strive and shape myself into the hound She desires in the hopes that I can please Her; fatigue and frustration are washed away by Her praise and endorsement, nothing could set my mind more at ease than Her satisfaction with me. I don’t know that I could give this up for anything, I covet Her attention more than I care to admit, and likely more than She knows. I only realised the extent of this recently myself when I watched Her address another hound as I burned with jealousy, She gave out Her thanks to a different dog and I had never felt an intensity within myself quite like that before. I am Her hound and I could not stand for the idea that might change, this feeling does not befit my place, but I feel a possessiveness towards Her. She is MY handler.

[tongue-twists]

if you're pure of heart, you unlock a special way to have sex that's just hitting someone hard enough to make them cry

[persianmom-deactivated20251026]

tell me how you feel about me in a 500 word essay please and thank u

[deadeyed-dykething]

discovering that flirting is actually easy, just be problematically older than the other girl and wield your voice like a knife and also wield an actual knife. and talk a lot about stripping away all her responsibilities and also her humanity. very effective it seems

[nekomimidusteon]

reassuring the catgirl princess that she's super elegant and dignified after she heard a maid's footstep slightly louder than usual, jumped in the air while letting out a startled mworp, and then fell over showing her panties to the entire castle.

[tied-up-transfem]

Oh to be on my knees, working out the tension in her feet with my hands and tongue.

[ace-trainer-alice]

now perhaps it was a bad idea for any number of reasons, but i think it was actually really really funny to make "snap out of it!" and "remember who you are!" deepeners. so the whole time its friends were trying to free it, it was locking the fuck in even harder and getting excited about being rewarded by me later.

[not-a-cursed-amulet]

“You’re manipulating me.” First of all, I’m encouraging you. Second of all, you look hot when you’re susceptible to my influence.

[begrudgedhound]

"Are you happy being a hound?"

This question should be insulting, mocking even and yet when I consider it in earnest, my own answer surprises me. I've seen myself as a beast scorned, but somehow I have come to enjoy this existence. It's not without hardship, its frustrating to be a hound, to be sub-human, but if I did not allow myself to find contentment in my situation, I would be choosing instead to surrender myself to torment. It could be a pointer to my changing psyche, something She has done to me, but it doesn't matter: I hold no resentment over it anyway.

As a hound i face humilliation and find suffering, but i am also granted freedom from myself, freedom from self-restraint. She guides me, expects decorum of me in Her presence, yet does not disparage me for acting as a hound, She took me in knowing violence is in my nature.

I have found catharsis in being a hound, an outlet for rage, blessings and absolution from my Handler. It's all a release. I belong now, to Her and with my cadre, the alienation of life before becomes ever more distant. I was once begrudged by my position, and now I find pleasure in it, I may be unrecognisable to my past self. Maybe I'm more of an animal than ever, brushing against the hand that feeds, convinced that this is how it should be. To borrow the words of my houndmate: "I'm still happy being a hound, cause it suits me"

[dykesis]

doting kidnapper slowly, tenderly, lovingly cutting off all your clothes so she doesn’t have to undo your shackles or handcuffs n risk letting you escape <3333

[miscling]

Record some meows and purrs for us to show us what a good kitty you are!

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[cute-t-princess]

Well this has been an incredibly shitty and stressful afternoon. Does anyone want to tie me up and beat me until my brain stops working?

[neosayshey]

I love girls with disabilities.

I love girls with no energy.

I love girls who struggle to take care of themselves.

I love girls who need some help to get by.

These girls all deserve to be loved