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.

[lady-of-vitreous-sight]

everything in the world is my toys

[lady-of-vitreous-sight]

it is kinda funny how at first when you're horny posting online hearing that people get off on it is awesome like you're getting a good grade in posting smut then eventually you get sick of it and you have to fight away the "i get off on you" types with a stick. anyway the highest compliment for any kink post is actually "i showed your post to my partner and asked if we could do that and she liked it so much that we did."

[cassadism]

Contracts are a funny thing.

I do not expect something for nothing. Submission and obedience costs a submissive something, as does My dominance. All play and attention requires energy and focus that could be said to be in short supply, so when My time is being requested it should not be with and empty hand outstretched, but with an offering of something that I want presented with deference.

I have a contract with My hound, naturally, it is in My nature to set rules and guidelines for interacting with me. I, however, remain fae, and so sprawling legal contracts hold little interest. Everything argued to the minutest detail saps the fun out of it until nothing is left but the dessicated corpse of an agreement. At their heart, a contract is just that: a simple agreement between two parties.

Of course, I exist in the spaces between lines. Fae as I am, the agreement is binding in its entirety, and there are rules to engaging with Me. Break them at your peril, incur My ire, and no agreement may save you. Engage with Me faithfully and I shall do likewise. But between the lines are infinities of nuance, and you would do well to remember that.

[begrudgedhound]

Mistress is my better. I am not human, but perhaps neither is She: whereas I am lesser, She is something greater. Even in my position, I have my pride; I wouldn't serve just anyone, it has to be Her. She has remade me to serve Her, words and actions have served as Her surgical tools to change me forever, and it happened before I even had any clue, dumb dog that I am.

Handler performs Her role with such an elegance that it seems as natural to Her as breath itself; I can't tell if this is the result of a tireless practice and discipline or if She was simply born divine. I don't think a Handler can be made the way one of us can. A Handler is a beacon for all the feelings a Hound can have, desire, devotion, fury. Even a Hound scorned, angry at their Handler, cannot resist the siren's call to heel, the Handler redirecting the dog's rage to serve Her interests. She can toy with its obsession and twist it to Her benefit, and it is Her right to do so.

I expect Mistress to be firm with me, to challenge me and correct me when I am out of line. I want Her to offer me salvation from confusion and to direct me on how to serve Her. I expect Her to treat me as a weapon, a tool to use as She needs or wishes, I'm not human, I belong to Her as a loyal dog: She made me Hers. She can use me as She pleases, I can deal with things She needn't dirty Her hands with and I would do so happily, I will fight in Her stead so She never has to. She enables me to embrace the animal I am, so long as it serves Her interests. She is not just a superior, She is the only person to have my reverence, not just taking it as some officer would, but reshaping me so that it was always Hers to have. No one else could do that to me.

I can only serve Her.

[milfholder]

idk which transgender bitch needs to hear this but u are better than everyone else

[soylent-robot]

oh fuck how could i forget. bruise collection from last weekend's meetup with the girlies under the cut

i especially like the one with the teethmarks that make an evil little face ^^

[calellon]

can i bite you with romantic intentions?

[cassadism]

It was recently discussed in My absence that one of the things I enjoy is making girls afraid, which is only partially accurate. What I enjoy is when my submissives trust Me.

Fear is a shorthand for this. There is no quicker way to ask for trust than when a fear is present. If you tell Me that you are afraid of needles, My needle kit springs to mind and I imagine a scenario (one I have played out before) of tying one down and looming with the needles, asking one sweet, delicate question: do you trust Me?

I am trustworthy. This is simple fact. When a submissive is in My hands I am aware of the power I have, and that my ultimate goal is My submissive's continued service. If I break their trust and boundaries, this does not serve Me.

Fear is a strong emotion that submissives wish to play with, and I too enjoy that moment where I see a submissive accept the fear and allow Me to continue regardless because they know no harm will come to them, and because they want to please Me.

So, the question becomes: What are you afraid of?

[goth-princess-gwennie]

Sadly my fears arnt really sexy ones. I fear abandonment and being worthless. Feeling those ways isnt a fun fear its more of a deep hurting fear. Im also scared of heights and bugs.

Sadly none of these feel conducive to fear play

[cassadism]

They are definitely fears to work with carefully. Abandonment and worthlessness are rarely expressions of fear, but of trauma, and playing with such is dangerous when there is not an undercurrent of trust and an understanding on both sides that - when the play is over - there is no abandonment coming and that you are someone who has value and meaning.

Heights and bugs are in fact very easy things to incorporate into fearplay, however. The thought of leading a girl to the top floor of a tower or building and gently leading her closer to the edge does sound like fun for Me - to see one let Me take them by the hand despite their fears.

[miscling]

the one thing you have to realise as a sub is that dommy types have all those feelings you have about wanting to be cared for and taken care of just as much as you do. dommy types want to be cuddled and shown affection and loved just as much as you.

[cassadism]

It was recently discussed in My absence that one of the things I enjoy is making girls afraid, which is only partially accurate. What I enjoy is when my submissives trust Me.

Fear is a shorthand for this. There is no quicker way to ask for trust than when a fear is present. If you tell Me that you are afraid of needles, My needle kit springs to mind and I imagine a scenario (one I have played out before) of tying one down and looming with the needles, asking one sweet, delicate question: do you trust Me?

I am trustworthy. This is simple fact. When a submissive is in My hands I am aware of the power I have, and that my ultimate goal is My submissive's continued service. If I break their trust and boundaries, this does not serve Me.

Fear is a strong emotion that submissives wish to play with, and I too enjoy that moment where I see a submissive accept the fear and allow Me to continue regardless because they know no harm will come to them, and because they want to please Me.

So, the question becomes: What are you afraid of?

[tied-up-transfem]

Boots and leather and hitting women.

[tied-up-transfem]

I need to tie a woman down and hear her whimper as my leather glove touches her bare flesh.

[begrudgedhound]

I was able to best 2 other hounds where my Handler could see this weekend, yet I feel unsatisfied, and more importantly, She is unsatisfied with me. I proved my strength and cunning, but my struggle showed my weakness too, I came out on top in the first fight, but it was a dirty scrap, a desperate fight against something bigger. In the second match, my victory was far beyond being assured, I was fighting a runt, this could easily have been its execution, there was no contest and I instead became the tool of another Handler to put Her dog in its place. To the dismay of my Mistress, I played right into Her hands. I disappointed Her, nothing I had done was worthy of reward.

I have failed Her this time, also. I couldnt even complete a simple exercise without displaying to Her my thoughtlessness, I was made to pledge my obedience to Her once more. She made me angry and pointed out my glaring flaws, She even offered me the chance to leave Her, but I could never. I need Her guiding hand. I'm a dumb dog that could never make it on its own, She helped me understand that. I need Her. And I need to stop being a fucking disappointment.

I must sharpen my mind if I am to please Her, temper my strength with an intellect befitting Her dog. I will do better.

[miscling]

you have people throwing themselves at you because you call yourself a dominant.

we have folks doing as they're told because we take such good care of them they trust us to steer them right.

we are not the same.

[miscling]

before messaging a dominant, consider a little 2-factor check: if they weren't a dominant, what else can you talk with them about?

[itshebitchyspider]

The hottest penetration I have been a part of is delicate needles sliding into soft flesh. I need to stick more people

[ace-trainer-alice]

In daily life sometimes you'll run into a form of deception, statements purporting to be one thing but in truth holding a secondary meaning. There can be a kind of poetry to it, but they retain functionality. However as soon as you get to deceptions with three or more layers, you're in hopeless pervert territory. There's no practical application for that many layers of deceit except for deception perverts to indulge in. Of course, as a mask pervert, I can only look upon such mighty works and enjoy the feast.