Pet vs. Animal

When I was pushing at my imagination seeking to evoke slavish feelings another of my self-imposed stipulations was no fantasies of Alexandra leading me by a leash.

While I felt free to dream selfishly my goal was to avoid imagery that never fails. A challenge of sort.

But I did allow myself thoughts of being a kept animal. It is as if there is a slider in my brain that can be adjusted from pet to animal. Not that the distinction is always clear.

Mostly the pet is treated with gentleness as well as firmness. The animal is just property.

So I pictured myself caged, or chained to a wall. Left alone with bowls of food and water. Oddly when I think of being confined like an animal I often see myself contentedly resting and going to sleep. I’m not sure what that says about my inner life.

And more harshly I fantasize of pulling her - or maybe a load of bricks - prompted to keep moving by a whack here or there.

I love the pure pet state. But the mere animal always gets me hot and bothered.