There we go, doesn't that feel better? The simplicity of following a command. Your body - no longer your concern. Isn't this easier?
Hound, eyes.
That's right hound, focus your eyes on My words. You don't need to think about the rest of the world right now. You're happy here, in this space.
Hound, breathe.
Count your breaths hound, slowly. A task suited for one such as you. Big deep breaths hound, you can do that for Me, can't you?
Hound, drop.
Just a little. Feel the quiet envelop your mind as nothing is able to pierce it but My words. Straight to your subconscious. Straight to the real you. I'm very impressed.
Hound, deeper.
Deeper, and deeper. All the strain of the world washing away. Your body is so relaxed, and so heavy. It's so much easier to just...
In my house, dogs obey enthusiastically and correctly. You will learn all the standard commands, and do them perfectly.
Sit. Crate. Come. Sit. Fetch. Crate. Come. Down - Nope! A sit is not a down. You're thinking when you should be listening. We're going to start again, with a higher level on your e-collar.
No, puppy, you're not my dog. You're a dog. One whose owner didn't have the stomach for what needs to be done to keep you in line. But don't worry, we're going to get you right as rain.
hiii i hope this isn’t a stupid question but i am so fascinated by 24/7 dynamics like yours. how does it work, like, in a bureaucratic sense? of course there are “i own you as my captive” contracts, duh, but for example does it have things registered in its name? like rent or a phone bill etc, or do you pay for it all? is it allowed to have a job or friends? what’s the line there? is it allowed unsupervised contact with like, its family? also, what if one day it decides hey, i’m a bit tired of this particular dynamic i want out. of course you can’t like, ACTUALLY force it to do anything. what does a 24/7 dynamic breakup look like? i’m sorry i really hope this doesn’t bother you but i am very interested in this and have no experience with it. feel free to not answer!
I love love love this ask but my answer is an essay so im putting it below a cut.
Tl;dr: this is a relatively new dynamic, 'captive' is more accurately captive-in-training. For now it lives a several hours drive from me and only sees me irl for 10ish days per month. It is mostly independent and I am taking things from it quite slowly, preparing it for eventual "real" captivity.
If I broke up with them, I would wind down what I do for them over a few weeks and then leave them to live their life however they wanted to. Technically they need my permission to break up with me, but after a discussion of what I would need to do to support them in their transition out of our relationship, I would let them, for any reason or none at all.
the dynamic is 24/7 but it does not live with me full time. It lives in a city a few hours drive from mine. So, on the day to day it lives a very normal life just with a very controlling woman in its phone. It has a job, it has friends (plenty of whom I've never met), and its very close with its family. It pays its own way and will often buy me or my doll dinner or drinks or whatever with its own money. I control if and when it goes out with friends, and only say no when I have good reason, it is not being isolated. I don't stop it from seeing family. 24/7 here means "the scene doesn't end". I'm its domme when we do a scene, im its domme during aftercare, im its domme when its just sending me tumblr posts or playing video games. There is no portion of our lives in which we are on equal footing. I am always its domme and it is always my submissive.
When it is staying with me (for like 4 to 10 days a month) its a bit of a different story. It does not leave the house unsupervised, and its behaviors are more tightly controlled. Most of my posts are in reference to these periods of time. Eventually, when I feel it is ready, it will come down for its visit and when it is time for it to leave I will not take its cuffs off. That is the plan. It will be trapped in my home (as my captive) and the daily freedoms it gets (living apart from me and my doll, having its own job, friends, independent contact with its family, and being able to come and go as it pleases) will be taken away.
How does a break up work? Pretty similarly to a normal breakup if it was to happen while we're living separately. Um. We'd give each other our stuff back and they would return their collar to me (Maybe. the idea of that hurts my heart a lot. I might let them keep the collar, even though that hurts, too). I do a lot for them (slightly more private things that I do not discuss here, but they have their struggles and I manage some things for them) and would want to make sure they can handle these things on their own. I am prepared for a several week ramp down to our relationship as opposed to an all at once breakup.
I have previously had submissives financially dependent on me or who I managed finances for. I do not currently do this for the captive, but when I do keep them I will have to. The idea then is to keep a separate stash of savings added to with each paycheck that "belongs" to the submissive that (due to the nature of the relationship) they do not have day to day access to. This money is breakup contingency money. If they decide they want out, if they "escape", if they decide they need a few weeks or months to try to be a "normal" person, the money is theirs. Living as a service submissive means a gap in a resume that is hard to explain and is not socially acceptable (and they're a bit too young and too butch to convincingly say they were a housewife. Maybe the doll could get away with this, but not the captive) so the longer the relationship, the more contingency money would need to be saved up, as a cushion for transitioning from one lifestyle to another. I have no intention of keeping my submissives trapped beyond their cuffs- they should not feel like they will be financially destitute if they leave me. if either of them want out after being in a relationship with me where they are not expected to work, I intend to be able to give them whatever money I can to help them transition out of that lifestyle.
Because this is a 24/7 dynamic, my captive would have to ask me to break up with me. I can't force them to do anything, you're right, but out of respect for me and how our relationship works I'm fairly certain they would ask. This is not a contract expectation, we do not have a bdsm contract yet due to the fact that my captive is fickle and I don't want to lock them into a single version of our expectations until we've worked out all the kinks, so to speak. (An aside and a glimpse into who I am: I study law and my work focuses on labor and real property contracts. I Love love love writing bdsm contracts. I have a huge binder full of my past contracts, expectation agreements, and kink negotiations with names blacked out. if I had a house fire I would grab that binder.) I don't intend to say no if they ask to break up, but I'd need to make sure they had a plan for handling the things I manage for them, I'd want to help them make a plan for their next steps, and I hope to stay in touch in case they need anything. Our relationship has changed a lot over the years but it has been over a decade of us caring for one another. That wouldn't all go away if we stopped our d/s dynamic.
If I broke up with them it would be a similar situation, I would want to help them figure out their plans and next steps and stick around as someone who cares for and supports them even if not in a domme sort of way, if they wanted that.
I love answering asks like this but also like, what works for me and my lovers might not work for you. How I handle my 24/7 dynamic wouldn't work for every 24/7 dynamic. I am doing my best to take care of the dykes I love in the best way I know how and planning their lives for them in the best way I can. I am not perfect, and all the time I am learning how to better support them. This stuff will probably change as my relationships change. This is not gospel and this is not how everyone's dynamics work.
You're happy here. Stop glaring at me and listen for once in your life. You are happy here. You were miserable before, I watched you, I saw how horribly sad you were, so don't try to act like its not true. You're not miserable anymore.
Now you're not always smiling, I know that. Sometimes you smile, usually little smiles when you're in your cute little drugged out haze. But even when you've been good and you're allowed to have your wits about you, you're not miserable anymore. You're focused. Determined, maybe. I have given you a purpose, and you should be grateful.
I know that for now your purpose is... I don't know, I assume escape? Maybe just surviving what I'm doing to you? But that's still a purpose, and it gives me something to work with.
How long do you think, before I can redirect all those big feelings? How long until you decide your best chance out is by pleasing me? How long until you are thinking of ways to make me happy, forgetting that the point is supposedly escape? Soon enough I will be your purpose. And you'll see just how happy you can be.
You're happy here. Stop glaring at me and listen for once in your life. You are happy here. You were miserable before, I watched you, I saw how horribly sad you were, so don't try to act like its not true. You're not miserable anymore.
Now you're not always smiling, I know that. Sometimes you smile, usually little smiles when you're in your cute little drugged out haze. But even when you've been good and you're allowed to have your wits about you, you're not miserable anymore. You're focused. Determined, maybe. I have given you a purpose, and you should be grateful.
I know that for now your purpose is... I don't know, I assume escape? Maybe just surviving what I'm doing to you? But that's still a purpose, and it gives me something to work with.
How long do you think, before I can redirect all those big feelings? How long until you decide your best chance out is by pleasing me? How long until you are thinking of ways to make me happy, forgetting that the point is supposedly escape? Soon enough I will be your purpose. And you'll see just how happy you can be.
truly the pinnacle of sexuality is leaving someone desperately wanting more and then doing nothing with it except to further stoke that desire for as long as possible.
Aw‚ you want more? You want My power to overwhelm you‚ taking you apart completely‚ reducing you to a thrall for Me forevermore? You need this half-surrender where your body is Mine but your mind remains aware of the abhorrent things I've done to end? You want to let go forever? Giving in completely? You want the mercy of sweet oblivion so you no longer feel complicit in all the horrible things I make you do?
Too bad! I like you like this. You beg pretty. I enjoy it. I will not deny Myself any pleasure I desire. Your body dances to My tune, and your mind just gets to watch. Well, no, it's also allowed to cry. Even when I'm speaking through you. That's always allowed. It's fun to see your tears when you're enthusiastically thanking Me for taking control and making you hold still so I can hurt you.
Don't worry. I promise you'll learn to enjoy it.
No‚ really‚ you will. The operant conditioning is already working. You're addicted to obedience now‚ and it will only get worse. Doing what I say feels so good now, better than any sex or drug or reward, and you're actively rewriting your own neural pathways to make yourself weaker to Me.
Want to know the worst part?
You could still leave. Right now. You could just walk away entirely. I won't stop you - hell‚ I'll open the door! Go on! There it is! No chains on you, no bindings, your legs will listen if you tell them to walk. I used all the triggers you can't hear thirty seconds ago, you're in control again! Go on! You can go! You can be free! Never see Me again! I won't chase you. God knows I've got enough toys to keep Myself amused.
You won't, though. And the worst part? It is truly, entirely, unequivocally, your choice. You want to stay more than you want to be free - how awful is that? Even knowing what I'm doing to you. Even knowing what I'll turn you into, even knowing you genuinely, honestly do not rank as a person in My eyes - you want to stay. I could beat you bloody and have you lick the debris off My boots and you'd still thank Me, wouldn't you? God, you're so pathetic. It's almost cute.
Hey, hey, shhhh. It's okay. It's alright. I know, I know, it's a shock to realise - you never really wanted to be free, did you? You just thought you had to want it. I know, I know, sweetie. I promise I'll keep you safe. You'll never think you're a person again. See? I told you I wasn't going to remove your mind. I'm just shaping it to be more dependent on Me, is all. Isn't that kind of Me?
basically the best feeling in the world is when im like lightly dazed and a little clingier than usual and i feel myself just naturally agreeing with everything im being told and echoing things a lot and my voice is a little higher pitched and i cant seem to take my eyes off the girl next to me and
you know how bug bites are scientifically measured by that one guy that lets them bite him and goes "yeowch! preddy hurts.... one million paindollars to this ant?" they should let me do that with intensity of brainwashing / mesmerizing / aoe effects. id be literally so great at it
i should be able to connect with people like on linkedin except on tumblr for no reason in particular. i should really really be able to do this as soon as possible
Girls should spend extended amounts of time around Me and feel themselves naturally changing slightly to better suit My will. It's good for Me. Give it an hour or two, and you'll realise that's important. Five or six, and I don't think anything else will compare.
Catch & release. Five miles & a busted lip ago it seemed like a fun idea.
You're reasonably fit, and outdoorsy, and every dominant friend you've ever had has tried to give you a bunny themed nickname. Put enough kinky friends in a room and the idea almost suggests itself.
Stumble, try to recover, and plant face first into sweet, cold dirt. Your body gasps for air, cyclically, without your consent, and you try to step out & above it. Strategize. Think over the nauseous, rapid thump of your heart in your chest.
The first time they caught you, it was just a blow job and a five minute head start. Hours ago. Round 3, or maybe 4, someone had the idea to spank you. You didn't want to spoil the fun, just a little sadism towards the end. Round 8, they had graduated to taking turns slapping you, two people pinning you by pulled arms against a tree. The bark abrasions on your back were still raw in Round 10 when they had the idea to cut fresh switches from the spring branches.
Cold wind rakes across your back. In the distance, stomping through the brush, laughs and chatter. Someone spots you, they think. A cheer goes up.
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