Slave Pet

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.

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.

Cages? Love being left in a cage.

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

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 :)

I dont mean to solicit anything…but Im a pet needing an owner in Lawton, OK…..if you need a male pet (bonus: im in the army)…call me and leave a message if i dont pick up….thanks

I’m a stray cat who has to tend to my own personal needs accepts I’ve only dreamed of having a master to pet me, cage me spank me when I’m bad, play with me and even feed me my cat food both wet and dry(the stuff is good). When I’m not working I’m at home living the pet life and I’m very happy. If society accepted this lifestyle more I’d be even happier, but there are closed minded people out there that think your just crazy if you wear your tail, ears and paws out in public. Whatever. walks away shaking tail at humans I’m happy.

Fantasy is good thing. How about a real pet (me) who was owned as a pet and collared and treated like a pet. For 10 yrs. at my mistress’s feet and eating from a bowl, etc. Dressed complete with tail, etc.and showed off in front for mistress’s female friends, and even lend out. fact is stranger than fiction.

I am a switch. Too free spirited to always be a pet, too cuddly and caring to always be a dominant. Aww Midnight what a cute comment! Lots of petting for Midnight!