The (Human) Pet Thread

[Snuggle Bunz]

*sigh*

still trying to find someone to help me be a good lil pet....its a tiring seach. I'm so impatient...hehe

 

[Kikori]

*sigh*

still trying to find someone to help me be a good lil pet....its a tiring seach. I'm so impatient...hehe

*Pets pets pets* <3

 

[RuneBlade]

*sigh*

still trying to find someone to help me be a good lil pet....its a tiring seach. I'm so impatient...hehe

I'd readily lend my serv.... err, take you by force, except that my time online is not very consistent during the week.

 

[tamaran]

I identify myself as a pet, has not found a owner so far but I hope I will soon. Nice to see this thread around. I think pet/owner relationships are unique as some of had said. In my opnion for a relationship like that to take place there must be trust between both parts. The pet giving its will to the master and the master taking the reings of the pet and making the pet theirs.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

*licks Kikori* Nyaoo!

Oh I was such a naughty lil kitty tonight I feel wonderful1!

 

[emipet]

I am my Mistress's pet. W/we used to do LOADS of stuff, especially when we lived in the cabin. Now I have babies and so lots is toned down.

I used to run around everywhere naked except for my collar and tail and tag. Mistress would take me out for walks to do my business. She bathed me and cared for me. I ate from bowls on the floor without my using hands. If I was REALLY good, I got to sleep curled up in Her bed. If I was really bad, I was in a cage overnight in the kitchen.

The really hardest part to get over, was potty training. *giggle* The whole doing my business on the newspaper was hard to get used to in my head. Later I had a litterbox for times when Mistress was working, or if She wanted to watch me do my business.

 

[KoPilot]

I've always had very conflicting desires about this kind of thing. I'm not a dominant person or anything, but I've stumbled my way through life with a huge chip on my shoulder, feeling as if I had something to prove to everyone. I've always felt I had to be more intelligent, more capable, more everything than everyone around me. And I managed that in most ways.

On the other hand, I've also always wanted to find someone superior to me in all the ways that matter to me. I realize that my use of the word "superior" might make some a little touchy, but I can't think of a better way to describe it. Besides, I figure anyone who's known me for more than five minutes knows that I'm not a proponent for male or female supremacy or the idea that the submissive parties in a relationship are somehow inferior to the dominant parties.

But I'll be honest: when you devote your life to being "more" than everyone around you as a way to hide what he refers to as my naturally submissive personality and avoid being taken advantage of at every turn, it makes for slim pickins for a relationship with someone who is superior to you. I ultimately have no respect whatsoever for a man who will let me--ME!--intimidate him and walk all over him. I mean, if I'm this submissive down deep inside, how submissive do YOU have to be to let me treat you however I want? And, hell, no, I'm not going to give my life to some asshole who's more submissive than I am.

I've caught a lot of flack for that belief, in real life and on these boards. Most people who claim to be dominant just make me laugh. They have that same chip on their shoulders that I have, and I know better than anyone else what that's hiding. If you're really as badass and dominant as you want people to believe you are, then you don't have to prove anything to anyone.

Somehow I completely missed this thread until now. But I'm glad I found it because this describes me to a T, and paints a little bit more of the picture that you presented in your other recent thread. I know a bit more about what you're feeling now tbh, and I find it a little relieving that I'm not wired for sexual attraction without having an established relationship (quite a catch 22), and don't understand the language of flirting, otherwise I would have probably found myself in all sorts of unhealthy relationships. Well, more than the one that I did... I'd always been attracted to and fascinated by what could best be described as unsavory types, and I suppose this is the one time that I can be thankful for having crappy social skills.

Still wishing you the best of luck in not just figuring out what you need, but going after it too.

At any rate, hooray! This is so my thread. Self-identified pet, here, though we have little to no interest in petplay or any other such literal translations of what being a pet is all about. To me, it's more like... a "zen in the art of being a housecat" sort of thing. Owned, but not really in any tangible BDSMy sense.

 

[Licia]

Huh. Pet play. Actually, this is something I'd origninally thought I would never be "into" because I assumed it would be negatively interpreted as humiliating/degrading from the hubby's perspective...so the years passed, and I kept the visuals to myself. Domination is a facet of my personality, but forcing that into my relationship and risk its destruction? Never: 'If he knew what I was thinking while I'm on top or bottom, he'd probably be scourged internally! Yeah, the video's staying inside.'

We embrace female domination: he assures me he wants to know me entirely. He assures me that he wants to be used for my pleasure. He assures me that he wants to put my needs first. He begs me, and I feel like I've been knocked silly via confession. I'm stupefied and exicted!

*censors session until the last* On top and going for the last spike, suddenly a "real-time" video fills my mind's eye: the Kentucky Derby! This, I decide, I will not keep inside, but I'll edit for nicety sake. "I love having a rod to ride," leaks through the filter. Hubby goes into a fit beneath me, but I stay until the finish; holding him fast. The gush which followed, we celebrated.

Before we hit the showers, I impishly told him of what was really going on mentally. He laughed delightfully, "Being compared to a horse?! Blah...hahaha!" He then called himself number 9. So I then told him that was his "name".