The (Human) Pet Thread

This is fascinating!

I've been thinking for a few months about how idyllic being a "pet" could be as a sort of "vactation" from my real life..does that make sense? (I know, nothing is perfect, everything has it's challenges LOL)

My little fantasy (to add reality it would be a weekend where the husband and kids are happily preoccupied and of course he has consented and his fine with my fun weekend ) is that I would be a pet to a couple.

I think what I would want would be to be treated in such a way that I was out of my "taking care of people" headspace and in a state of mind where, like BiBunny described, that I would be happy to be hand fed by someone, sit at thier feet and enjoy being petted. I toy with the idea of not talking at all, just answering "yes" or "no" to questions asked. No long disucssions, just focus on physical wants, needs, pleasure. Being asked to get something like a book or a cup of tea, yes, I would like that...and then being told "good pet" after.

There's a lot more to my fantasy, but that's a start.

I used to think this was wierd of me but now, meh, not so much :rofl

I really am enjoying BiBunny and OOSyd's input, thanks so much for this thread!
 
When thinking about human pets, It's easy to try and find a specific animal that they resemble, or to look at a specific animal as a template for the way that they should act, or as a standard, but, at least for me, there is no one specific animal. And it's not about trying to resemble an animal. Some people identify as a specific animal, and that's cool, but that's not me, which is why I make the distinction between being a pet, and being a human pet.

I've had simular reflections.

I thought that I had to find an animal to resemble in order to be called a pet, once I realize that "pet" was what felt right. But I'm not into role play, and pretending to be an animal is just not my kink.

But I do love being petted and played with. I love being walked on a leash, and I love being adored and spoiled. But in return I put my owner above everything, his every whim is answered with out question and complete loyalty and devotion.

I don't have to be a dog or cat or pony or hamster to be any of this or to be loved as a pet.

Kind of like bunny, I tend to wear many hats and many lables, but I think I identify with "pet" more than anything else.
 
We don't do a whole lot of the being fed while sitting on the floor, or walking around on a leash, or not being able to talk kind of stuff. I'm not actually an animal, you know? I'm still a person, a human, who just happens to also be somebodies pet. (I really, really enjoy these sorts of things during play, but I don't consider them essential to my being a pet. I consider those sorts of actions to be closer aligned with "pet play," which we engage in, but for us is really nothing more than play.)

I really love being pet and scratched, and sometimes I'll go nonverbal during a scene, but that's about as far as my animal-type-pet-specific actions go. For us, being in a Person/pet relationship is much less to do with acting like an animal or a pet than it is about the way we interact with each other.

If that makes sense.
 
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it makes perfect sense!

I think my fantasy of being non=verbal for a time is because I'm tired of talking and explainging things to people LOL
 
I actually have done animal roleplay as a public scene - I liked it. A dog in fact. T was handling me - this was prior to my submissive/bottoming crisis that I had for like 5-6 (more?) years, where I just wasn't feeling it. This was one of the few times it really worked for me and it was with him - I always thought really highly of this moment, even when I was putting stuff like this on the shelf for a while.

It was my idea but I think he liked it more than he thought he would. I knew that in fact, when he said to someone else who was asking how old I was "she's three, not that bright, I'm afraid."

That was fucking hotness. He knew it. He knew exactly how I'd react to that.

I did all the conventional stuff, fetch, water dish on the floor. There were ponies so I tried to chase them. Kept trying unless I was held tight on leash and told to shut up.
 
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We haven't done petplay in public yet, and zomg it seems like it would be hot. Everyone (and by everyone I really just mean my friends :p) treating me like a pet? Awesome.

Going to have to suggest this.
 
Pets?

I collect them. Most of my past play has been along the lines of babygirl/pet. I seem to draw women who need the constant attention, touch, care. Who soak up the: *No*, *good girl*, *Sit*, *Mine*.

I don't know why that is, I just know that I do (Trinique Fire could probably explain better from that side of things) and that I have to have a soft, cuddly bunch to feel like I am real.

It's not really play for me. I am the Top and my needs/requirements usually end up being a cuddly girl type who can sit and cuddle with no words, who understands my temper, who realizes that I am the Owner, the giver, the daddy, who is kittenish or quite puppy like without me having to explain why I need them to BE that way.

It is soothing to me to have someone to stroke, who soaks up my affection because they are affectionate, who can take punishment...because I want what's best for them...and learn from it. The leash, the collar....it isn't needed, but I love those things anyway because it means she is MINE.

*shrugs*

I love pets, petlings, baby girls...they make me feel better, more focused.
 
Somehow, I get the feeling that I've led everyone to believe that I sit on a fluffy pink pillow, demanding to be petted, and let them wait on me hand and foot.
 
LOL No, not really...though that sounds fun for a bit! PET ME PET ME!!!!
 
Somehow, I get the feeling that I've led everyone to believe that I sit on a fluffy pink pillow, demanding to be petted, and let them wait on me hand and foot.

uh-uh...I couldn't even begin to see that about you.
 
Somehow, I get the feeling that I've led everyone to believe that I sit on a fluffy pink pillow, demanding to be petted, and let them wait on me hand and foot.

No, but that's vaguely what I imagine me doing. Only I imagine being a giant regal golden dragon lounging next to some elegant super villain or dark mage, ready to eat anyone who annoyed my master. :catroar: (Preferably a dragon who could take human form for more private fun. ;) )

In reality I'm more like a chubby Persian who thinks I own my house, yard, and humans.
 
So, pet-type people, what do you do when you're not on your fluffy pink pillows?
 
I was thinking last night about how we're all discussing qualities that make us pets, but I can't help thinking that Sebs qualities make me a pet almost as much as my own do. With somebody else, my inherent qualities could be translated into a Daddy/girl relationship, or a bedroom-only type relationship, or an M/s relationship. Seb's qualities as a person and as a dominant, for some reason, when put together with my qualities as a person and as a submissive, come out as a Person/pet relationship.

It's not like my inherent qualities are at all specific to that of a pet, but that's the way of interacting that makes sense, not just to me alone, but to us, together.

I can relate to this. We definitely all have different sides or our personalities and our sexualities that can be downplayed or emphasized depending on our partners, and sometimes the little nuances that could mean the difference in labels aren't all that big.

I definitely, without a doubt, have a pet side that needs stroking from time to time. To be honest, I'm not really sure how to term my current relationship, other than he is the Owner/Master type and I am his. My title isn't really that important, but how we interact is much more so. Sometimes we're nothing like Owner/pet, but other times I need to be able to curl up at his feet, watch him do his thing, be absently pet. It's calming, and like Luna said above, I'm one of those that totally eats up the "good girl," "mine," "other short command."

Having experimented with puppy play before, there really is a difference between being a human pet and having to relinquish that into being an actual animal. From time to time it was great, but it wasn't for me to have it all the time. I like my human side. I like being able to speak and interact like a normal person, but I adored being cared for and letting lose the extreme devotion and loyalty.

This side of me I have pretty well figured out. Still working on what to call the rest of things, or where they fit in.
 
Argue about who does the dishes :p

LMAO!

I sometimes look at myself like a seeing-eye dog for the blind. I basically do what I'm told, which, to them, is a valuable service, but when I see them about to do something REALLY stupid, like step out in front of a car they can't see, I dig my heels in and bark at them.
 
LMAO!

I sometimes look at myself like a seeing-eye dog for the blind. I basically do what I'm told, which, to them, is a valuable service, but when I see them about to do something REALLY stupid, like step out in front of a car they can't see, I dig my heels in and bark at them.

I'm not quite that good at doing what I'm told. Sometimes I just can't get over the fairness issue. It's like, yes, I realize that our relationship is inherently unfair, and that's great, but listen: I cooked your goddamn dinner so you do the fucking dishes!

And then I get slapped.

It works out.
 
I'm not quite that good at doing what I'm told. Sometimes I just can't get over the fairness issue. It's like, yes, I realize that our relationship is inherently unfair, and that's great, but listen: I cooked your goddamn dinner so you do the fucking dishes!

And then I get slapped.

It works out.

Heh, I have similar feelings at times. I wouldn't mind making dinner AND doing dishes, but if I do those things, and then you sit around watching TV or playing video games or whatever all night and then go to bed without spending any time with me (sexual or no), then I get pissed.

Some version of that is what virtually all our arguments are about. If being a slave is "Shut up and do what you're told," then I can (usually) handle the "do what you're told" part, but I can't always promise to shut up about it.
 
So, pet-type people, what do you do when you're not on your fluffy pink pillows?

I don't have a lot of demands put on me, by the confines of the relationship itself. I try to act like I were the best escort in the world, only free. Attentive, intuitive, remembers every detail of how he likes everything. If he wants something practical from me I try and deliver.

It's a sexual thing for him, hence, a sexual one for me.

Right now I'm relegated to the fluffy unicorn bed and mostly whining about my intestines. It's well timed, he's got stress to whine about too. We cuddle and bitch about life, him over wine, me over fruit juice. I feel about 90.
 
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Heh, I have similar feelings at times. I wouldn't mind making dinner AND doing dishes, but if I do those things, and then you sit around watching TV or playing video games or whatever all night and then go to bed without spending any time with me (sexual or no), then I get pissed.

Some version of that is what virtually all our arguments are about. If being a slave is "Shut up and do what you're told," then I can (usually) handle the "do what you're told" part, but I can't always promise to shut up about it.

Holy crap, how have we not figured out how similar we are before?

It's like, I'll do it. I won't be happy about it, and you're going to know just how unhappy about it that I am, but I'll do it.

And my unwillingness to do whatever is almost always exacerbated by a lack of attention.
 
I see the main purpose of a pet being companionship. So the most important thing to do is greet your owner enthusiastically when he comes home, be ready to cuddle up with him if he wants to rest, play with him if he wants to play, and distract him into playing if he's working too hard. On the other hand you have to be sensitive enough to leave him alone when he wants alone time or if he's angry, and you have to be able to entertain yourself while he's at work.

That's about all real pets do. They don't do chores, they definitely don't work. A human pet provides sex and conversation in addition to the things an animal pet provides. A human pet can also be reasonably expected to be self-grooming, but on the other hand a human pet requires an allowance of spending money which an animal pet doesn't. Anything beyond this basic relationship is subject to negotiation.
 
I don't have a lot of demands put on me, by the confines of the relationship itself. I try to act like I were the best escort in the world, only free. Attentive, intuitive, remembers every detail of how he likes everything. If he wants something practical from me I try and deliver.

It's a sexual thing for him, hence, a sexual one for me.

Right now I'm relegated to the fluffy unicorn bed and mostly whining about my intestines. It's well timed, he's got stress to whine about too. We cuddle and bitch about life, him over wine, me over fruit juice. I feel about 90.

I feel you. I've said more than once that we're way too young to camp out on the couch night after night after night after night....

Holy crap, how have we not figured out how similar we are before?

It's like, I'll do it. I won't be happy about it, and you're going to know just how unhappy about it that I am, but I'll do it.

And my unwillingness to do whatever is almost always exacerbated by a lack of attention.

Me, too. Which makes me think I'm not submissive at all, just an attention whore.

I went through this whole stage of trying to be the perfect slave, hoping I could make them love me more and want to keep me, thus gaining some security in the relationship. I blamed myself when they ignored me. I thought if I were just a little better and tried a little harder, they'd give me what I needed.

Nope, turns out, they're just clueless. Really unbelievably clueless. But they actually seem to like me better when I whine, oddly enough.

I see the main purpose of a pet being companionship. So the most important thing to do is greet your owner enthusiastically when he comes home, be ready to cuddle up with him if he wants to rest, play with him if he wants to play, and distract him into playing if he's working too hard. On the other hand you have to be sensitive enough to leave him alone when he wants alone time or if he's angry, and you have to be able to entertain yourself while he's at work.

That's about all real pets do. They don't do chores, they definitely don't work. A human pet provides sex and conversation in addition to the things an animal pet provides. A human pet can also be reasonably expected to be self-grooming, but on the other hand a human pet requires an allowance of spending money which an animal pet doesn't. Anything beyond this basic relationship is subject to negotiation.

Yep, I'd say Owner/pet is about companionship. But I'm not sure that you can quite extrapolate the animal experience into the human experience here, at least not completely.
 
I can get VERY buried in my own shit - work, illness, more work.

It's actually nice to be needed and whined for sometimes. If H whines it's the sign of an underlying issue for him usually. It's sort of annoying to smooth over the old psychic scars every year or so because he's acting out, but it's just what I know to expect at this point. If it was really frequent, I'd be outta there, if it was just more frequent, we'd have to work on it. But it's just periodic - I know what it means, and I don't mind the clarifications, he's entitled to them.

I've gotten to the same point myself. I know what I can and cannot expect. I make my own life happen in the downtime. I'm given full latitude to do that, of course.
 
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