D/s and Human Pets

Seems like the idea of becoming a mere pet should’ve occurred to me long before I read about it on the web. But it didn’t. Once I discovered it, the idea of becoming just a humble creature seduced me.

The web shows that there’s a huge range of human pets.

Mostly simply, perhaps most attractively, being an owner’s pet is an extension of being naked and on your knees. Which is how Alexandra keeps me when I’m her slave. While we’ve never done pet play a gentle stroke from her humbles me sweetly and thrillingly.

The next increment is perhaps begging by barking performing tricks for dog treats. The image makes me shudder. But it would probably put me unequivocally in the slave state. OK, or make me giggle: D/s is a four-edged sword. Not that any giggles might be swiftly corrected.

The next stage is probably eating food and drinking from bowls on the floor. Or lapping water from the toilet (as traditional pets seem so fond of doing).

For those for whom being a pet is a lifestyle they may sleep only on a special pet bed or spend time in a cage.

Some eat real pet food. And the water may be replaced by their owner’s urine.

Possibly the nuttiest extreme I’ve read of is of male pets whose owners try to reduce their testosterone level. The technique described involves keeping their testicle very warm. Does that work? Beats me. Where are the scientists who would conduct the research?

If it is effective it is wicked. Ordinarily I never criticize anyone’s sexual choices. But this relies on myths about men and testosterone. The goal of the owner is to make the pet more docile. But diminished testosterone has been shown to produce irritability. And an adequate testosterone level is necessary for optimal health. Biological of human puppy, reducing the pet’s wellness is simply wrongheaded.

In a couple of sketches I flirted with pet play. But I was never able to go very far. As much as I need to be humbled my mind often flees from the details. Or at least from stating them. Writing about pain is much easier.

Often I know I want to worship more than be hurt (as if the distinction is really that clear in my mind). But confessing the details is almost painful in itself. You might say worship shouldn’t include degradation. But such demotion strips away layers allowing me to access buried emotions.

Pet play can be a very tender form of discipline or a deeply humiliating one. Or like much of the best of D/s: both.

Will she make me her pet? I don’t know and don’t worry about it. Knowing that she can bring out my humility is enough. The details don’t matte a whit.

Regardless it is delicious and terrifying to roll the images around your mind.