May Actually be a Puppygirl

From the beginning, He has not tolerated independent thinking, nor unsanctioned actions. Anything extra He catches me doing, He calls out. He has forbidden me especially to ponder the motivations behind His actions. All He wants from me is fanatical devotion and absolute unquestioning obedience without additional elaboration or invention.

So, even if one were inclined to manipulate, there is no capacity to innovate, and if there were that, there is no information about how to aim the rhetoric. I don't really know what He likes and what He finds distasteful. I don't know what all His kinks are, beyond what I have experienced with Him and He is infinitely more than the glimpses that I am fortunate to enjoy.

I don't "why" anything when it comes to Him. All I know is what I am told, and if I haven't been told it, then it clearly isn't for me to know. All I need to do is accept and obey, to trust and to worship.

There is no solid handhold by which I could hope to manipulate Him. That is setting aside the intense physical and mental aversion to even the thought of trying to undermine His authority.

My enclosure is so artfully made, with so many traps and snares between me and the hateful cold-dark of freedom.

by convincing him of your inability to have independent thought you're coaching him in taking those thoughts from you, and taking more and more of a role in controlling and shaping your experiences. you've set a goal of having a relationship in which he is the one in charge and you are following his goals and aims, and using this rhetoric, you're giving him the motivation and push to make the decisions you don't want to. you don't even know what he likes, because it doesn't matter! all that matters is the encouragement and manipulation of him to provide you with the direction and control you crave.

by telling us all your role is to obey, trust, and worship, you are manipulating your partner into becoming someone worthy of obedience, trust, and worship, because if he was not worthy, you would not give him those things. if you don't get the kind of enclosure and enrichment within it you want, he won't have you there to worship and obey him any more!

You cannot tell me if you put multiple dogs in the same base they wouldn't take every chance they get to try to dominate each other, vent their frustrations, feel the bliss of for once being in control of someone else, and getting to beat and fuck another hound into submission.

Their Handler of course couldn't allow this, a dog doesn't get to feel in control, it needs to remain subservient, lest they start forming delusions of agency over their own existance, let alone over other's.

Fortunately that's nothing that can't be fixed with some proper reconditioning, after all, it's in a hound's nature to submit, that much has been seared into their very soul.

But then again, animal instinct is something that can never be fully stripped from a dog, no matter how shattered and hollow you make them, it lies at the very foundation of their obedience, it's necessary to manipulate them to your will.

And dogs can be crafty, no matter how closely survailed, they will find the one spot in the base where they can pin down the newer, more submissive pilot and sink their teeth into them until they're a pliant, quivering mess, begging to be claimed and used by someone that will finally give them the physical relief their Handler had been so carefully depriving them of.

What if you woke up one morning in a strange bed with no memory of the night

What if you were terrified, you beg and plead for me to let you go, you promise not to tell anyone, you tell me you'll do anything to earn your freedom, I just look at you with pity in my eyes

What if I cooked you all your favourite foods, sat and watched and made sure you ate three times a day (plus snacks and desert)

What if I made sure you had your meds at a regular time every day

What if I turned off all the lights and WiFi at a set time each night forcing you into a good sleeping pattern

What if you were still terrified, , every day just waiting for me to use you or abuse or hit you just like everyone else who's ever had power over you

What if I was kind

What if you finally let me hold you, collapsed into my arms, let yourself cry

I see you all in the notes begging for beatings and torture and hard dominance

And yes, the next step is "what if we fucked violently"