Perverting Your Human Pet

I’m continuing to sit on the floor some nights.

Mostly it is like nights when I’m on the couch with Alexandra: we talk, listen to music. But I can lay my head on her knee or in her lap and kiss her shoes. I feel very much her pet: serene and vulnerable.

I’m glad we didn’t start pet play with her having me bark or act out other animal behavior. (Not that I see anything amiss in those scenes or that it won’t necessarily happen to me in the future.)

If we had it is doubtful that pet space would have become something that I so deeply cherish. The gentle romantic humility sometimes muddles my mind. Being handfed a cracker can do that.

Kneeling over a plate or bowl of food left me happily humbled. Of course dietary control within the pet role can be manipulated to create darker scenes.

In a typically seemingly contradictory BDSM way the purity I find in being her pet also provides an opening for my emotional masochism and her emotional sadism.

Not that it necessary be all that dark. But maybe.

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Semi-related: earlier I wrote Exploring Duration and Alexandra followed with What I’d Like From An Extended Session .