Slave Pet
» Humbling
Acting, living as a pet is a BDSM commonplace.
It has been a familiar fantasy of mine. Profoundly humbling. How do have I envisaged it?
Collared.
Not allowed to rise above my knees. Using the toilet excepted? Or led on a leash to the backyard when I need to pee?
Perhaps forbidden to speak: whimpers, animal noises, gestures my only way to convey a need. Fawning at my owner’s knees.
Eating and drinking only from bowls on the floor. Would I even eat human food?
Swatted when I’m found at fault. Perhaps treated a bit more harshly than we treat our dogs and cats. But stroked as well as a reward.
Being her pet offers a rich spectrum of kind and hard control.
Curling up at her feet to rest and await her pleasure.
For the role to really reach deeply into my mind I fear I’d need more time than we’ve yet had for play. One of those reasons I wish I had a sure way of blocking out external distractions (aka fomer lovers).
Given that time perhaps my ache to surrender would haunt me less.
This much touch me deeply, witness the earlier entries: D/s and Human Pets, I Guess I Must Be a Submissive Pet , Human Pet?.
Comments
I always felt a little odd referring to my pet as a pet. I did things to him of which the ASPCA would definitely not approve.
But it was a good term. I wasn’t quite ready for “slave,” and “sub” didn’t seem to quite say it.
As we lived some distance apart, most of our communication was done via some flavor of Messenger program. I really enjoyed taking away his voice one night; I spent probably half an hour pushing all of his buttons that I could, getting little blank messages in return (I presume he kept hitting “Enter”).
The next day he sent me the autoreply he’d set up to send to any other friends who tried to strike up a conversation with him that night.
It didn’t work for him; he said it reminded him of his mother insisting on getting the last word and not accepting any further comments from him.
But I really enjoyed it.
I have always been partial to the little noises men make. A whimper, whether heard or typed, can be so expressive.
Posted by: R | July 16, 2005 11:56 AM
I probably shouldn’t have called this entry “Slave Pet.”
I like the word pet much for both the dependency implied and role of affection. Nothing makes me shudder more than Alexandra telling me I’m a “Good boy” when I’m serving her.
Whimpering? I’m glad we don’t have a tape recorder: it doesn’t take much to make me whimper, though I think it is mostly happily as when I adore her boots.
Posted by: Richard | July 17, 2005 10:23 AM
Cages? Love being left in a cage.
Posted by: karen | August 16, 2005 11:35 AM
I have dreamed of being kept as a slave since i was about 8 this came about after staying at my cousens house one night as i woke the next morning i found her comming towards my bed with some rope in her hand and she told my that she was going to tie me to the bed and pull my pants down and tease me, at that time i was glad i woke up but now can only dream of the situation to be helpless to a dominant woman is to be in heaven tied or controled by a chastity divice hmmmm what a dream,to my cousin thankyou for giving me a fantasy, im now in my 50s and am still to enjoy that pleasure
Posted by: Phil | December 27, 2005 7:22 PM
I love anything to do with acting as a pet, leashes, haltis, collars, cages, etc It is just the way i am heck i even pull a sleigh in the snow with a harness on and occasionally on all fours. I bark, whimper, roll over and enjoy belly rubs and come when i’m called :)
Posted by: Midnight | January 15, 2007 8:55 PM