You ain’t ever had a pet like me

Soft Kitty, hot Kitty
Little ball of fur
Happy kitty, horny kitty
purr purr purr
When a vanilla (‘Vanilla’ is a term used by the BDSM world to refer to people who do not participate in ‘the lifestyle’) hears the word petplay, rarely do they get a correct image of what it’s all about. And who can blame them really?

The vanilla media and world portrays petplayers in a very stereotypical way:
– People wearing horseriding gear and galopping around an old farm.
– Boys and girls dressed as puppies eating from a bowl
– Barking, horse sounds, cat purrs, … Animal sounds galore.
– Definitely some weird sexual actions that walk the fine line between weirdly fascinating and plain wrong.

According to Wikipedia, this is the definition of petplay: “Animal roleplay is a form of roleplay where at least one participant plays the part of an animal. As with most forms of roleplay, its uses include play and psychodrama.Animal roleplay may also be found in BDSM contexts, where an individual may be subjected to humiliation by being treated as an animal. The activity is often referred to as petplay.”

I am no fan of Wikipedia. At all, but it seems they did get something right for once.

As almost everything in life and in the lifestyle: there is no absolute way of explaining what petplay is exactly. From what I’ve seen: no two kittens, dogs, horses, unicorns or furry fantasy creatures are alike.

As for me: I don’t exactly remember how Mr Big and myself got to the point where we decided to try it. Like most of our sexual escapades it is something that grew nearly organically from the relationship we had.

The occasional purr when the whip lashed to headbudding Him to get his attention, … there were a thousand small fragments that caused us to start talking about the option of engaging in petplay.

Once again, and I will never stop stressing this point: Communication turned out to be key.

I was rather hesitant to explain to Mr Big what my motives were for wanting to identify myself with a cat, while He was reluctant to admit that it was somewhat of a turn-on to hear purrs come from my throat at the hights of pleasure.

An innocent tail from the carnival store, cute lil’ cat-ears meant for going out on a hen-night (or something alike) and Mrie the kitten was born. As well as Mr Big the Cat-owner.

Don’t be mistaking though: it is not an easy thing to get into. It is every’s pet and owner’s choice to take it as far or as shallow as they want, but like everything we do: Mr Big and i go hard or go home.

Transforming myself into my kitten persona isn’t a lust-fuelled activity. Even though there is always that tangiable electricity between Him and me, Mrie the kitten is a way of finding rest and peace within play.

This is going to sound quite “off” probably. For people who use playing and BDSM as a way to relax and get away from the everyday life: why would we need to get away from getting away?

The short answer is because being true to your truest nature requires a lot from you if it is not a 24/7 thing. Shutting out an entire world and life requires a lot of concentration, dedication and sacrifice. Play does not stop when we leave the room and it isn’t limited to the time that I am collared and by his side physically and so from time to time I am in need of a little downtime within the bubble of our world of kink.

That downtime comes as a beautiful custom made tail and ears. A collar with a bell and a tiny bowl to drink from.
All were gifts from Mister Big. If there is one thing to say for our relationship, it is that we truly “go hard or go home”. We do not go halfway about things and then decide to call it quits or only take up parts of it.
The rules of our pet time are simple:
* I do not speak with words. If I feel the need to communicate I channel my inner cat and try to convey my point as such.
* I am permitted to use the bathroom at all times but have to get to and fro in manner suited for a cat.
* No walking upright
* Mister Big still holds the privilege to use me for sexual pleasures and favors when so desired.
It is not a lot to take into account one might think. But I challenge any of you to try it for any stretch of time. You will find that it takes a lot of dedication and restriction to do everything right.
But when done right: it silences every voice there is. Quiets every little worry to a soft purr.

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