Can D-types/Tops identify as pets?
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Can D-types/Tops identify as pets?
If you’re curious to know the answer, check out the latest from Evie Lupine!
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***All pieces of erotica are fictional. We NEVER condone anything is not safe, ethical, and/or consensual
They sit in the franchise coffee shop sipping steaming beverages from oversize mugs, non-descript men, and women. She’s scrolling through her phone. He is cradling his head in his hand and reading a document. He scribbled on the page, and she sat forward to respond to him. No PDA, but you knew they were together. “It is as we discussed. Let me know if we need to change anything,” she said matter of factly as she returned to her original position.
In calligraphy across the page was Contract of Submission: Owner/pup. Their pet names of Mistress Victoria and Kevin the worm and April 19, 2021, were the qualifying details.
The first section was grooming and health. The puppy was to inform Master if he ever felt unwell. He would wear a collar and home and a leather bracelet in public. Puppy is to present a clean bill of health, including STI screening before play.
Pup will receive care and attention for his needs. Pet will be watered, walked, and fed, every day. Toys will be provided when the Owner is not available. Pet training and play is 24/ 7 from Friday at 6 to Sunday at 9 pm in the Owner’s home.
Pet will be permitted on the furniture with Owner’s permission. Otherwise, his dog bed or kennel.
Rewards are at Owner’s discretion.
Play will include games like tug of war and wrestling, as well as paddling in the pool. Discipline and punishment may happen during training sessions. The water gun or rolled-up newspaper will be used to draw attention to poor pet habits. All attention will be withdrawn for severe misbehaviour, and Pup will spend no less than 2 hours in his cage without lights or entertainment.
He will learn to fetch, heel, beg, do tricks and lay at the Owner’s feet.
He will wear a collar and lead during sessions and be restrained safely.
Pup will use the human toilet and bath regularly. Pup will ask permission to use the toilet by heeling on the right side of the bathroom door and on the left side for bathing and hygiene.
If it is an emergency, the Pup has permission to bark and call attention to his urgent need.
Pup will sleep in his dog run and have his blankets. Occasionally, the dog may be permitted to sleep in Mistress’s room on the floor.
Safewords and a triple clap or tapping stops play immediately.
The terms of the contract will be revisited every three months.
He raised his eyes to meet hers, smiled and signed to document. He slid the paper across the table and waited. She signed it and put it in an envelope. He reached for her hand, but she pulled it away. He whimpered and bowed his head. This 6-foot broad-shouldered rogue of man had the body posture of a naughty schoolboy. He sat silently and focused on this oversized coffee mug. She texted and paid little mind to him. She gets up, touches the top of his head and speaks softly close to his face before she goes to the bathroom. The intensity of the communication was palpable. You could feel his sadness and her displeasure. He finished his drink and was waiting by the door, like a dog awaiting the arrival of his Master. He held the door, and she walkthrough. They wandered towards the far end of the parking, in no particular hurry, despite to cold wind. As they walked, she reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. He seemed to perk up and stand a little taller as they made their way to a giant black SUV. She drove a black escalade with tinted windows. As they approached it, he helped her in and then sat in the back seat. It was difficult to see through the tinted windows, but it was apparent that he was getting a tongue lashing.
They arrived back at the house. She opened the door and let him go in first. Once inside, they put coats on hooks. He continued to undress and placed his clothes in a box at the bottom of the closet. He put black fuzzy mitts on his hands and feet before he got down on all fours. She took a choke chain and heavy metal lead from a hook and placed it around his neck. He raised his head to ease the process but did not move.
“Good, boy, walk on,” she went ahead of him and went to the kitchen. Pup picked up his lead with his mouth and made his way to the kitchen after his Master. He moved on all fours in a practiced manner, his feet were up off the ground, and his knees provide the much need traction on the shiny floor. In the kitchen, he sat near the sink and watched as she began supper prep. She gathered the ingredients and started to chop vegetables. He moved to her side and nudged her thigh with his head, not looking up. She pushed him off but did not make eye contact. All the vegetables were dumped in a colander, rinsed and ready to be cooked. He put his paws up on the counter and yelped—his chain rattling and scraping across the floor.
“Get down, mister,” she said, turning off the water. He did not move and tossed his head towards the vegetable. “Yes, you will get your dinner, now get down” she smiled at his playful, fun-loving nature. She tossed a piece of broccoli along the counter, and he gobbled it down. He went to his water bowl and lapped up some water. Satisfied with the attention, he wanders into the living room to sit on his dog bed.
Cooking smells soon draw Pup’s attention back to the kitchen. Mistress is putting chunks of chicken and vegetables in his food bowl, and for a treat, she tops it with crispy Chinese noodles. Pup bounds in on all fours, this time, he is on his slippered feet, and his hands struggle to not lose his balance. Mistress laughs at the comedy of his movement. He is delighted with her laughter and continues to wave his bottom and toss his head about. After a good laugh, Mistress tells Pup to settle down and eat his dinner. Pup crouches down and eats slowly, careful not to choke. Mistress checks in before she sits at the counter and uses chopsticks to eat her dinner. She scrolls on her phone and replies to messages. As she rinses the dishes and loads, the dishwasher pup watches everything; she does but stays out of her way. As she pours a glass of wine, she hears a yip. He is no longer in the kitchen; he is in front of the bathroom door. Holding his lead in his mouth.
As she removes the leash, she says, “Now, is that the right or left side of the door?” Pup looks confused.
“Potty is the right side of the door, don’t forget.” He bounds to the right side of the door and crouches as if to heel. “Ok, next time, I will remind you with the newspaper.” He bobs his head in understanding and closes the bathroom door behind him.
Mistress leaves her wine in the living room and goes to her room to change out of her business close. It has been a long week. When she comes out of her closet, Pup is on the bed and bouncing around, wanting to play. When he sees her, he freezes and holds eye contact. Flinching to invite Mistress to play. He knows he’s not supposed to be on the bed, but it’s fun to play on the bed. He bounces and motions for her to join him. When she approaches the bed, he comes to meet her using his head and should, rubbing against her hip and stomach, waiting for the attention he so deeply craves. She tussles his hair and strokes down his back. Pup slows and presses himself close to enjoy the closeness. Mistress is very kind and makes him feel special. He can’t contain his excitement and jumps up on her, so she falls on the bed. They wrestle and have playtime until the Pup is tired and lies down.
“Alright, off the bed, let’s go watch a show. How about a game show or a movie, no reality TV?” Pup barks and nods his head in approval. He gets down and makes his way to the living room. Mistress straightens the bed and goes looking for her wine. For the remainder of the night, she watches Tv and drinks wine while he lies close to her feet, content and happy in her company.
It has been nearly two years since the first time Master called me Pig.
We were sitting in a Leather class at a local convention and the Leatherman teaching the class introduced both himself and his wife/slave (who could not attend for health reasons). He explained that she was his girl and she identified as a Pig.
Naturally, someone asked why.
His answer still rings in my ears today. “Because she squeals when I hit her.” He laughed. He said that was their favorite response to the question. I do not remember most of his definition of why she identified as a pig. I remember key words. Tenacity. Durability. Loyalty.
Master did not hesitate in leaning over and whispering in my ear that it sounded like me. In an instant, I was blushing, and I hid my face in his shoulder, shaking my head slightly. I was embarrassed.
Each time he brought it up that weekend, I adamantly refused him.
When I finally accepted his new name for me, I corrected him. I am not a pig. I will never be a pig. But I would happily, and bashfully, be his piggie.
There are two defining reasons for this distinction.
Growing up, my Great Graa and Graa (short for grandmother) were my best friends. For the first eight years of my life, I spent more time with them than my parents. They referred to our trio as the “Pig Women.” While I was never told why Great Graa gave us that nickname, it is still something I hold dear. It is also something I choose to keep separate from the darker side of my kink journey.
The second are my own experiences growing up.
I am not a traditional beauty. I have, only in recent years, come to accept that I am beautiful in my own way. I have never been desired by anyone who did not use me for their own gain. I was bullied, lied to, manipulated, used, and abused by those I had chosen to trust as friends. I have spent my life overweight. I have struggled through eating disorders, self- harm, and mental disorders. I have continually shied away from anything that negatively related to any of those struggles. For me, the term Pig has ugly connotations that refer to my weight struggles and my non-traditional looks. It is a time of my life I am not eager to relive.
Throughout my journey in kink, I have discovered strengths in myself that I never thought possible. I found I could take heavy impact play. In fact, I craved it. I adopted the term masochist to define my love and craving for such rough play.
I reveled in making people cringe when they watched us play.
But it wasn’t until Master introduced me to humiliation and degradation play that I found my place.
Where I could take a beating quietly, and I could banter back to tease him, humiliation would reduce me to tears in a matter of minutes. The first time we delved into it as the main part of play, He thought he broke me. The scene lasted about ten minutes. The aftercare took more than a half hour.
The end of that scene found me kneeling, unable to speak, tears rolling down my cheeks, and unaware of anything around me, including the presence of Master.
I have never felt more liberated than I had after that. My demons felt less oppressive and my mood was lighter.
From that point, we have pushed against all of my perceived boundaries. We use my fears to amplify the intensity of a scene. We take my insecurities, and he criticizes me for them in play. He has taught me that when I kiss his boots to end said scene, the insecurities stay there. By adding them to play, they plague me less in my everyday life.
I have found a deep love of foot and boot worship. I find it relaxing and arousing, and absolutely humiliating. Worship has the flexibility to allow me to play sensually just as easily as I play rough. For example, kissing his boots to end a scene is comforting. It allows me to reconnect with Master. Removing his boots after a long day of work reminds me of my place. Polishing his boots allows me to care for him and show my pride in my service. Yet, licking the dirt from his boots as he degrades my skills, both arouses and breaks me. It makes me try harder, push more, and lose myself in our play.
What I find most ironic, is that I can explain the humiliation I have willingly suffered, but the idea of expressing what piggie means to me, has left me struggling to put the thoughts to paper.
So, let me start back at the beginning.
As I said, I was embarrassed. But I was also confused.
I am not, nor will I ever be, a pet.
Master is not, nor will he ever be, a handler or an owner.
So, how then, could I be a pig and yet not be a pet?
Pet play is when someone roleplays as a domesticated animal.
I do not find this definition to be all encompassing, just based on the pets I do know. For them, pet play is also a headspace. This is where they often take on the characteristics of the animals they relate to. For example, the kittens tend to enjoy curling up, purring, being petted, meowing, etc. They may have their ability to talk restricted since “animals do not speak English.” Some enjoy being placed on a leash and playing with toys.
The first time I was introduced to pet play, it involved Pony Play. Specifically, it involved “Show Ponies.” Then I was introduced to Puppies. Then Kittens. At this point, I have met foxes, bunnies, and even a lizard. You truly can be whatever you wish to be.
**For reference, I was introduced through friends. I did not partake in the activities myself.
Most often, Pet Play varies from animal to animal.
Let’s look at the most common animals: Ponies, Puppies, and Kittens.
Ponies, for example, tend to work on their walks (such as cantering). But even this varies. Some ponies are trained to pull carts. Sometimes their trainer rides the carts and sometimes it is for labor purposes. Ponies are one animal that undergo more formal training than other animals.
For example, when leading a pony, a trainer should stand on the left of them, with a 12-18in gap of lead between them, to lead the pony. This is similar to the etiquette of leading a bio-horse. Keeping the lead slack if the pony is behaving and tightening it when they disobey. A sharp tug can stop an errant pet in their tracks.
If you are teaching them “tying,” the process reflects teaching a puppy to stay. A ground tie simply means your pony has reigns and/or lead on but is able to remain standing at a point you have left them without requiring them to be tied to a post so they do not wander off.
It starts with a proper stance. The pony should stand squarely, his weight distributed evenly on both legs. His front hooves and fore hooves should be hanging straight down. His head should be held up, his back should be straight, and he should remain looking ahead of him. Once he has mastered the stance, the trainer will slowly work on teaching them to stay. Depending on the pony, this can be a lengthy process. Positive reinforcement is the recommended way to train but a good swat on the ass if they aren’t listening never went awry. You may wander a few feet after telling them to stay. If they do as you have instructed, you should move back to them and then reward them. You can give them a treat, pet them, and/or tell them what a “good boy” they are. If they have disobeyed, pick your poison for correction. It could be a tug on the reigns, a verbal reprimand, or a swat to the ass. Repeat this process, moving a little further each time, until they have demonstrated their understanding of the command.
The Ground tie training helps with the next step of training. Ponies are expected to be able to stand still for longer periods of time (i.e. more than fifteen minutes). Fidgeting, pulling, or pawing is considered undesirable. A pony should be able to sink into their identity and hold themselves with calm confidence. The best I can describe it as is a deep meditative state.
Pony training is a long process that requires a deep love and dedication to your desired role.
Puppies tend to be very enthusiastic, play fetch, and tend to be social. I have had a little more interaction with puppies than I have ponies. They are my personal favorites. I find the happy energy that puppies exude to be contagious and I find there to be a little more freedom in their interactions with outsiders. I am also a sucker for a cute puppy and do so love to pet them (with their and their owner’s consent).
Puppy play is often a direct reflection of what a bio-dog likes. Most puppies enjoy playing fetch. They enjoy tug of war and catch. They love being petted, belly rubs, and, of course, treats. I find puppies to be exceedingly loyal as well.
They can be trained with commands through the use of German words (as Service dogs are trained), sign language or hand signals, or through the native language of the pup.
Puppy play varies from person to person. It depends on what they enjoy, disabilities the pup may have, opportunity to play, and so forth.
Kittens are far more introverted and tend to be calmer. In our local community, we have eight people who identify as kittens. The leading theme is that they also identify as littles and brats. While these identities are not mutually exclusive, in my experience, they often intermingle. From what I have been told, the mindsets are similar.
I find that kittens and puppies also tend to have behavior corrected with BDSM-related discipline.
Let’s break this down a little bit further:
The wider umbrella term of this kink is called “Animal Play.” The definition is the same as Pet play, but it tends to refer to non-domesticated animals. Cows and Pigs fall under this type of play.
A furry fetish refers to an interest in animals with human-like tendencies and features. Indulging in this fetish might involve drawing these characters, wishing to become them, or interacting with other furries in online communities.
Although often mistaken as such, Primal play is not inherently animal play. It revolves around getting in touch with your baser, and more animalistic, instincts. While I have met some who relate to animals, such as wolves, it is more about power than being an animal.
Each of these sub-categories can include sexual aspects. It is purely up to the negotiations and consent of those involved on whether sex is included or not.
Then there is Piggie.
Piggie is born of humiliation.
I talk about her as though she is a separate being. Because, in my mind, she is.
Piggie has her own headspace. It isn’t animalistic to me. It is a quiet headspace. It makes it difficult for me to speak with words and I am often reduced to a low whining sound, from the back of my throat. I find that the boundaries of my limits blur so heavily, I struggle to remember that they exist. While Piggie prefers to crawl, there is no limit to standing or sitting.
When we started this, Master only called me it occasionally in an effort to embarrass me. He said my reaction was cute when he brought it up. This was not limited to in-person teasing. He would often tease me through text as well, and it was no less impactful.
Then it showed up in a scene.
It is hard to remember exactly how it happened. But sometime during our play, he referred to me as his piggie.
Later on, I asked him why. He wasn’t sure. He said it felt right in the moment. Slowly, over that next year, the name would appear more and more.
I asked again.
He said it was because I am always “down to get dirty.” When I asked for clarification, he said that I had little inhibitions when it came to play. Whatever he wanted to try, no matter how humiliating or ‘dirty,’ I would whole-heartedly explore.
I considered it a compliment at that point.
Then came the oink.
During one of our scenes, maybe 9 months ago, he ordered me to oink for him. For those of you who read my stories, you can imagine what happened. I stared him down, in complete silence, and I pursed my lips. I silently refused to oblige him.
So, he pushed me. He put my body through impact that was meant to break my resolve. Without a word, I knew that I was either going to oink or safeword by the end of that scene. I just had to figure out which option I was taking.
Over time, “oink” has become a safeword on its own, at least to me. We have scenes now that do not end until I utter that word. While it has never actually replaced my safeword, I know that when I have to choose between “oink” or “Red”, I will always utter “oink.”
**It is important that I specify that we have never negotiated oink as a safeword. The feeling of it is solely based around how I feel in the moment. Making me oink is a form of humiliation, especially because I struggle so hard against it. As with anything, there are exceptions to the rule. We have continued play after I utter the word. He has had me utter it over and over and over again, just to see me curl in on myself in embarrassment.
I have discovered that pushing myself to the point of oinking fucks with my head. It strips me of my humanity. It reinforces my natural reactions in subspace.
I am one who gets exceedingly quiet during play. The further I get into subspace, the worse it gets. It has been an on-going process to learn to answer Master verbally, in and out of play. But, once I move into service mode, I stay quiet. By the time I hit subspace, I lose the ability to speak at all. It is as though I have forgotten how. I stop understanding English. I forget my own name. I lose the ability to safeword at all.
Master says I become catatonic.
Except, I can still be of service. I can continue to function on autopilot and meet Master’s needs, but I cannot do it independently and of sound mind. There have been many times that he has had to call the scene when I hit that point. My trust in his ability to take care of me is infallible. That is what allows us to explore such extreme mind fuckery without fear of permanent repercussions.
I explored pet play because that’s where everything leads. When you look up “pig” or “piggie,” you either end up with pet play or food play as a result. Neither of these fits what I am.
So, now I get to ask you the same questions I asked myself.
How can I be a piggie, if I am not a pet?
The answer is easier to express now. It is because being a piggie is simply who I am. The attributes I have given her are a part of me.
I do not need to take on the roles of the animal itself.
I do not need gear (though we are exploring the absolute humiliation that occurs when I shake my 8-inch springy tail). My talking is never restricted, nor is my ability to walk.
Being Piggie is not a headspace that I must achieve.
Piggie just is.
She thrives in my humiliation the degradation of my everyday self. She sets out to please, by any means necessary. She has little in the way of reservations and finds pleasure in watching my inhibitions disappear.
Piggie is born from a desire to be humiliated and degraded by Master. Piggie is…Me.
My name is Joji. I am 29 years old currently and I have been in and around the kink community about 15 years.I am a collared submissive to Magick42. I am also a Daddy to a wonderful babygirl, and have been for more than three years now and I find it very fulfilling. I am being mentored in and being taught electroplay. I am a masochist at heart and thoroughly love impact play, especially caning. I enjoy reading anything I can get my hands on and am a die hard Harry Potter and Doctor Who fan. I am also the secretary for a group in Idaho called Moscow S.P.A.R.K.E (Simply Providing Another Route to Kink Education). It is our mission to teach safe practices to those new to the community and give them a safe haven to ask questions and learn without judgement. We accept all kinks and all we ask in return is respect between all our members.
I snuggled into my Daddy’s chest. Twirled his chest hair in my fingers. There’s so much I love about being with Daddy. Playing games, singing, being silly, taking cares of him (cause little ones know how to do that really good). Bedtime is when we would talk most sweetly to each other; he made me feel so very safe. I could tell him anything that was in my head and he would listen. Anything at all. At bedtime he rubs my back, gives me forehead kisses, and strokes my hair. When he was petting my hair, I suddenly had an idea that I was super excited about.
“Yes? Little one.”
“Tomorrow, tomorrow I wants to be a kitty cat!!”
“Ohhh? A kitty cat?”
“Uh huh. Wear ears and a tail and meow and purrs and gets petted”
“Mhmmm?” Daddy was sleepy I could tell.
“Yes, Daddy. A kitty cat”
“Okay sweetie. Tomorrow you can be a kitty cat. Tonight though, it’s time for sleepy”
“But Daddy, now I’m excited about being a kitty cat!”
“Little one, even kitty cats need sleep.” He kept playing with my hair.
“Hmmm, okay Daddy. I know time to sleep”
I settled further into his chest and drifted off in Daddy’s arms.
When I woke, Daddy wasn’t in bed, which was strange cause it was Saturday and I get up first on Saturdays usually. I stretched and yawned and rubbed my eyes and got up to use our bathroom. When I came back out, I noticed what was on the dresser. Daddy remembered!!
My kitty ears, gloves with little kitty nails, and my tail. They were all purple cause in our house kitty cats can be purple. I put on my kitty ears and gloves. But I needed help with the tail. It was a special tail; you could wear it when you didn’t have clothes on cause kitty cats don’t wear clothes. Daddy said it was a plug and you would put it inside and that’s how your tail would stay on. So, even when you’re crawling on the floor it doesn’t fall off.
“Daddy!! I need some help please” I yelled from the top of the stairs.
“Be right there.” Daddy was in the kitchen probably getting breakfast. I was already on the bed in my “putting the tail in” position. That’s just like princess position with your face down on the bed and your bum high in the air.
“Mmmmm good girl,” Daddy said as he walked in. His footsteps came closer and I heard him open something. There was this special stuff that made your parts slippery when you used it.
“Ready little one?”
“Uh huh. Daddy puts the tail in please”
I felt Daddy’s hand on one side of my bottom. Then his finger dipped inside my little bum hole. Daddy usually put some of that stuff inside before my tail. I felt the plug go in. I likes the way it feels. Daddy gave my bottom a quick swat.
“All set you pretty kitty”
I meowed at him.
He petted my back and I arched to meet his hand.
“Kitty kitty I have a game for us to play”
I meowed again cause kitty cats don’t talk.
Daddy got something from his dresser. When he brought it over I could see that it was a purple collar with a little bell. I loved it. Purple to match his purple kitty.
He put it around my neck and did up the clasp.
“Purrrrfect,” he smiled at me. “Kitty cats, little one, are very quiet when they move. They are almost silent. That’s why some owners put bells on collars so they know where their kitty cat has gone”
I turned over so he could pet my tummy.
“I want to see how quiet you can be. You will crawl around the house just like a kitty. If I hear that bell though, I’m going to come find you, and then… well you’ll see, understood?”
Oh, I loved Daddy’s games. I meowed again to show that I understood. Daddy patted my head and stroked my tail and then left the room. I needed to be very, very quiet.
I slipped off the bed and down to the floor carefully. The bell moved, but didn’t ring. I began to crawl across the floor of our room slowly. I made it to the hall with no ringing. But the stairs!! I turned around to back down them so I could stay on my knees but the bell hit the stair above as I moved down and it rung.
“Don’t you move” Daddy’s voice carried through the house. I didn’t move an inch.
“Tsk Tsk, little kitty, Daddy heard that bell. So naughty, what should we do about it?” Daddy was already behind me. He made my princess parts tingle with his words. What would he do? Then he struck. I knew rights away it was the flogger. Across my bottom, across my back over and over. I cried out at first, but soon settled into it, arching my back to meet the flogger. It made my little honey pot drip. Daddy knew it and paused to dip a finger inside.
“So wet already pretty kitty.” He brought his finger to my mouth.
“Lick it kitty, lick Daddy’s finger clean.” I looked in Daddy’s eyes and licked his finger; it was so good tasting myself on his him. I tasted soooo sweet.
“Mmmmm good kitty, another try? Don’t you let that bell ring.”Daddy left the stairs. My bottom stung, but I knew now to be extra careful to keeps the bell away from the stairs. This time I made it to the bottom.
I started down the hall towards the living room. It felt like it was taking forever and ever to get there so, I moved a little faster, but my arms came up too quick and it knocked the bell, and it rung loud again.
“Kitty, kitty! Don’t you move!” And there was Daddy in front of me undoing his belt already. I tried to move fast. Cause kitties can be fast and I didn’t care about that bell ringing anymore. I wanted to be away from Daddy’s ouchie belt.
Daddy caught my leg and pulled me back towards him; I kicked and hissed (that’s the sound kitties make when they are mad).
“You hissing at me kitty?” He had a tight grip on my leg and down came his belt across my bottom hard.
“Stop struggling you naughty thing, “ He hit me again two more times til I stopped trying to gets away. I laid quiet on the floor. Daddy’s fingers were now searching inside my princess parts feeling how wet he had made me. Slowly sliding inside and out, I lifted my body up so he could go deeper.
“Oh, you frisky, little kitten. You want to play?”
I meowed and pushed back into his hand. But he stopped and wiped my wetness off his fingers and down my back.
I did what Daddy asked cause I was a good kitty (well, mostly). He now stood with his jeans undone and his yummy Daddy part was out. And it was hard. I liked that I made Daddy that way.
“Here Kitty Kitty, come get your treat.”
I moved closer to Daddy and looked up in his eyes.
“Lick your treat.” That’s all he needed to say.
I stuck out my little kitty tongue and began to give slow, long licks at first, making sure I got every inch of his hard Daddy part. Then, I opened my kitten mouth and took just the tip in, flicking my tongue against him. Daddy moaned. He grabbed my head and pulled me straight into him over and over. I continued to suck and let him use my little mouth. Faster and harder. It made my eyes all watery when he did this. Sometimes I made that sound like before you throw up. Gagging on him as he hit the very back of my throat. I felt Daddy tense up and I knew what was coming. But he pulled out instead and he slid his hand up and down his Daddy part until his Daddy cum came spurting out. He held a little purple dish and caught all of it in there.
“Such a good little kitty for Daddy.” He put the purple dish on the floor in front of me. Patted my head.
“You know what to do.”
And Daddy watched carefully as I licked and lapped that purple dish clean. I’m such a good little kitty cat (sometimes).
About the Author
GlassMenagerie has a love and fascination with the written word, and the way it has the power to elicit different feelings in the reader, especially desire.
The last year has been one of self-discovery as she stumbled upon the world of kink, and found the very things she had been craving down in her core, at last, began to make sense.
Writing most often about her journey as a submissive (identifying as a Babygirl and Little), she enjoys sharing her erotic fiction and poetry on Fetlife. Her work is sometimes a reflection of her past experiences or just her kinky mind running wild.
Please give us a little background about you. What is it that you do? How did you get in this line of work? What was your educational and professional background before this?
I’m a Dominatrix & Fetish Specialist. I specialize in Animal & Pet Play. I first got into Fetish related work in late 2012, when I was still living in New York. Previous to that, I was primarily a Professional Writer, but also a Television and Commercial Producer with my own Production & Marketing companies. Really, everything I did and my course of action were always unconventional. I always understood the importance of not only sexuality, but also intimacy. When I decided to explore what people generalize as sex work, I had been spending a lot of time with erotic entertainers and dancers. I would hire them to entertain clients, and had grown very fond of some of them. Some became friends.
In 2012, Superstorm Sandy really made things difficult for my business, which was already getting to be more work than I was willing to commit to. So, I decided to experiment with some unconventional jobs I had heard about. The first type of fetish work I did were private, focused parties. For example foot fetish or shoe fetish parties, and they would hire people like myself to entertain the guests. My experiences were so good that I decided I really wanted to do this kind of thing consistently.
I was interested in fetishes because I had met so many people who had so many different types of sexual desires, who were willing to extensively engage with me about them. I really learned a lot, and was able to understand their motivations and experiences. I felt it was important for all people to be able to explore and understand any fetishes they might have.
But it wasn’t until I moved to Los Angeles in March of 2015 that being a Dominatrix and Fetish Specialist became a career. First, I worked for a house, but one that was not at all reputable. Then, I went completely independent after about 6 or 8 months. When I really committed to Animal Play, that’s when success started coming. Not only was I comfortable and in my element because I was doing what I loved, but also I was doing something that’s incredibly fun, and incredibly under appreciated.
What is your definition of a Fetish Specialist? What is your definition of an Animal Play Monarch?
I went with the title of Fetish Specialist because I specialize in working out people’s fetishes with them. My work involves me focusing on my client’s fetishes, not necessarily their sex, but rather focusing on their relationship with an aspect of themselves. A Fetish Specialist is someone who is knowledgeable in fetishes and who uses that knowledge to help people explore and navigate their fetishes. That can mean anything from just simply learning and understanding, all the way to experimenting indefinitely.
I got the title Animal Play Monarch because I really got into Animal Play. I create complex backgrounds, have unique, glorious pets, make custom costumes, and tell really intricate stories. Someone called me a Monarch and that was that.
What does your usual day at work look like?
Believe it or not, most days aren’t spent in Appointments. Most days, I spend my time engaging with people, advertising, maintaining a presence, and contributing to my community.
In terms of sessions, if somebody’s doing what I do and they have three regulars, that’s plenty to keep somebody comfortable. Most of the time, I try to use my platform to contribute to the community. For example, I host Tech Tea Parties, where (usually) women in the community get together, and work on whatever technical work they need to get done. At these parties, we exchange information, learn from one another, and empower the community and each other.
So, being able to spend most of my work time behind the computer at home allows me the time to engage with people at a much better level, in a much more effective manner. Because of my limited time spent in sessions, I can focus on issues that the community is currently facing and I can focus on kink-related education.
What do you love most about your job?
Just seeing people relax and be themselves. It’s just absolutely beautiful to see someone who feels they have to hide who they are, just let loose and be themselves without having to defend or explain their existence. That’s really something that makes all the hard work worth it.
I get a lot of people that come to my door with shame about things that in my opinion people shouldn’t be ashamed of. It’s wonderful to be able to help people take away those layers of pain, shame, discomfort, and the fear of being judged. Being able to work through all those layers and get a person comfortable, and where they’re just really being there and behaving in a way that is authentic, and not based on what they think is expected of them.
And that’s what makes my job and being a part of this community so worth it, because I get the opportunity to fight to stop the discrimination of people’s sexuality and gender, so more people can feel safe enough to be themselves.
What has been the most challenging aspect of your job?
There’s a lot of stigma and judgments made about myself and my clients for what we do. In my opinion, no one should be judged for what they like, want, or are excited by. You can control your actions, but you can’t help what your fetishes are. So, one of my biggest challenges has been managing this judgement, ignorance, and the stigma that goes with this line of work.
It also has become more dangerous to be in my line of work. Sex workers are being forced to cut corners. You can’t accept credit cards, so you have to accept cash. There are less ways to screen people on the internet, if you can’t communicate about these things, now you have to screen people yourself.
It’s also dangerous for my clients because they have jobs, and if their bosses found out they were into any aspect of BDSM, the bosses might say, “Oh, that means you’re violent and you’re fired.”
People have lost their kids because of their BDSM practices.
People’s lives are being destroyed unnecessarily because of ignorance. Ignorance is definitely the biggest challenge.
Can you elaborate on how you train your pets?
Every pet is a little different because every person requires something different. Each animal represents a different aspect of a client’s personality. When it comes to animal play, how I train them really comes down to number one what the human needs, and number two the behaviors of the actual animal. I try to be true to whatever species we are playing out. For example, a reward for my monkey might be bananas. Of course, I first make sure the human likes bananas. But, basically the the reward is what the animal would eat, and the tasks are what that animal would do.
I always take into account people’s goals and where they are mentally as well. For example, if someone is trying to lose weight, I wouldn’t have them be a pig because that animal is usually degraded for their weight. Instead, I might ask this person to be a big horned sheep to show them they are strong and powerful.
I want to try to bring out the positives aspects of the person, and I want them to try to manifest those positive feelings and positive reinforcements through their behavior as a animal.
I use animal play as a means for my client’s to earn praise and affection through tasks that would be easy for a human, but impressive for whatever animal they are. If my pet is struggling with something in their personal life, I’ll work that into our scenes. I do this so that the reward for facing and overcoming whatever it is they are struggling with is something really worth striving for.
How many different kinds of pets do you have?
I’m constantly updating my Pets Count on my website, MadameMargherite.com, but currently, I have about 30.
How does one go about choosing what type of pet they are?
I usually help them with that. At the start of a scene, I’ll ask a series of questions, and based on the answers to those questions, combined with my knowledge of animals, I will find a match that represents the person on a very personal level. All animals have magnificent characteristics, so when my pets are coming out of pet-space, I remind them that all those wonderful, glorious things about their pet persona, are actually wonderful, glorious things about them.
In short, I try to learn information about the client, their surroundings, and how they relate to their environment as well as what are they trying to accomplish in their everyday life. All these things shape the type of animal they are going to be. For example, if you are trying to be more social, I might assign you a social animal like a primate or a meerkat. I always try to match the animal and person based on what the human is trying to achieve.
To help people out with identifying their inner animal, I actually designed a formula called the Petsy-Madaminal Scale. There’s a free version that people can do themselves and there’s a paid version. Feel free to check it out! https://madamemargherite.
Can you give us more details about the costume making process? What makes for a great pet costume?
In my opinion, what really makes a difference regarding costumes are the types of things that the pets can see and identify with that match the animal that they’re trying to portray. The purpose of a costume is to help people get into head space, stay in head space, and feel more like that animal. You’re almost tricking your brain by looking at yourself wearing fur, wearing a tail, and things like that.
I think that the more important parts of the costume are things like paws and feet and the tail that the person can see. Visuals are very important when getting people into role playing experiences. But also masks and ears are important because someone can feel them.
What are some key attributes of a good pet?
When I play, it’s not about being good or bad, it’s about finding the good and bringing it out.
How is animal training like having a real pet? How does it differ?
Well for one, there are still boundaries that the human being as the animal must adhere to no matter how deep into sub or pet-space a person gets. It’s so important to maintain boundaries and respect limits. These things really should be outlined prior to play. I have heard people make excuses for their behavior while they were in pet space, but there is no excuse for crossing a boundary or hard limit while in this type of space. Being a pet doesn’t give you permission to defecate, urinate, or hump people if these behaviors have not been consented to. Everything that you are going to do/want to do needs to be addressed, consented to, and negotiated prior to pet play or any other type of play.
On the contrary, pet play is a lot like having a real pet because as a Domme it’s my responsibility to take care of my pets. They are depending and relying on me to keep them safe when they are pretending to be an animal.
What are some basic do’s and don’ts of animal and pet play?
Do come up with a safe gesture to replace safewords. A verbal safeword could take someone out of pet space, so gestures could be more effective.
What is the biggest benefit for you as an pet/animal trainer?
I feel a great sense of satisfaction that I’ve been so successful in bringing so much attention to animal play. When I moved to LA in 2015, people told me that as a Dominatrix it wasn’t likely that I would be successful. I heard a lot of people say that people aren’t into animal play, but I knew that all I had to do was show them how I do animal play, and they would be in.
But, the biggest benefit is that this has given me a platform that I can use to talk about important things that matter to me. Not just relating to my industry, but also things like police brutality, the school to prison pipeline, the Prison Industrial Complex, sexual assault, underage marriage laws, and of course, discrimination.
What are some core attributes that are apparent in your training style?
I challenge pets to be as creative and as specific as they want to be. For example, with dogs, I like to get down to the breed. I am also totally open to mythological and prehistoric animals. With my pets, I identify their entire world, not just their animal. I teach my pets things about their animals that make them reflect on themselves. This is where I differ from others out there because I don’t think anyone has been as creative as I have when it comes to animal play.
Do you train different types of pets in a different manner? If so, could you give us a few examples?
Yes. Some of my pets are my Elite Pets, and out of them, some are my Champions. Elite Pets are my personal Pets, who instead of serving me in scenes with payment, they serve me by performing with me, and by hosting events with me. My Elite Pets often battle each other for me, and the victors are deemed my Champions. The battles aren’t violent, of course. For example, to defeat my Monkey my Hyena might have to pull off his velcro tail while to defeat my Hyena my Monkey might have to throw pudding poo at him. In a case like that, you can understand that my different Pets need different training, and of course, different treats. Monkeys get bananas, and Hyenas might get beef jerky.
In sessions, depending on what my Pets are trying to achieve, we will do different activities. A hippopotamus might get a mud bath.
What do you feel needs to be done to bring animal and pet play more into the general public within the BDSM/Kink community?
I think everyone should do this type of play because it’s really good for your imagination. Engaging your imagination makes it easier to solve problems and see different perspectives, which is a very useful tool when it comes to relationships. Even if it’s not animal play, people nurturing their imaginations is extremely healthy and makes life vibrant.
To bring this type of play more into the general public people just need to host more events. People need to begin planning things to normalize this type of play and get the word out there about it.
Are there any therapeutic and/or practical benefits to being a pet or animal that one can experience when they are not being a pet or animal and/or not in “pet space” such as discipline, more stability etc?
Absolutely! Everything I do with my pets is so they can carry what they have achieved in session into their everyday lives. That’s what I do this for, and that’s what I base my activities and methods around. I want them to carry what they learned and/or worked on in session outside of session, so they can achieve their goals, and be the best they can be.
What is the difference between pet play and animal play? What is the difference between someone who identifies as a pet vs. someone who identifies as an animal?
Simple. All pets are animals, but not all animals are pets. All animals under my care are my pets when under my care. That’s how I operate, but that’s not how everyone does things. People who participate in animal play will sometimes get together and have a fox run, or do some other activity where they play as wild animals, and no one is anyone’s pet. Someone could also just be a lone wolf with no owner. Pets have some sort of D type, whereas animals usually do not. A pet has a Madame, Master, Trainer, or some other honorific relating to someone that offers guidance.
About Madame Margherite: Fetish Specialist & Animal Play Monarch
Los Angeles resident, Madame Margherite, began dabbling in fetish work during the fall of 2012 while still living in Brooklyn, New York. When she moved to LA in March of 2015, that’s when her career as a Dominatrix really started taking shape. Specializing in Animal Play, she earned the title Animal Play Monarch with her elaborate Queendom of exotic and glorious Pets. Madame Margherite’s background in Production & Marketing has been very advantageous for her career. As a member of the DomCon Advisory Board, her key role lies in marketing. She’s extremely active in the community and is an advocate for a number of issues including anti-discrimination and anti-police brutality. For more information visit: MadameMargherite.com
Here is a fun interview with a Dominatrix specializing in pet play along with a demonstration of pet play in action.
Madame Margherite and Her Human Pets from Harriet Sugarcookie
Interested in exploring pet-play? Pet-play involves one participant (the submissive / bottom) dressing, acting like, and being treated as a pet. This is actually one of the most commonly enjoyed kinks, and is very popular (from my anecdotal experience in the community) with female submissives in particular. Some of the more common animals that people like to channel include puppies, kittens and foxes. There is a whole separate sub-genre for those interested in pony play.
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I personally never thought this would be an area that would interest me. However the longer I’ve been playing in the scene, the more I have learned about it, and the more I have come to find my own inner animal. A pet play scene can help reinforce a dynamic, having the submissive focus even more on the direction and command of the Dominant. Being that most animals do not speak, a submissive must learn better ways to communicate with body language or better yet, simply comply with the commands like a good pet.
While pet play can cover a large area of kink interest, for the purpose of this article I’m going to outline how you could do one of my favorite pet-play scenes: puppy play. There are also some wonderful pictures below showing a great kitty play scene from our friends at hardtied.com. As you explore pet play, you may discover your inner ferret or fox, I’ve even seen representations of turtles and various birds. Let this article be your guide into new territory and make sure to let us know how it goes in the comments!
Things to get: BDSM puppy pet-play scene
– Dog treats (Extra tip: fool your sub into thinking you are going to make them eat actual animal treats by simply replacing the food inside of the animal treat packaging with people food such as bits of cereal. Dexx totally fooled me on this one)
– Doggy bowl
– Some type of gag (e.g. bone gags)
– Dog toys or balls to play fetch
– Some bondage mitts to turn those hands into paws
– Puppy pee pads and drop cloth
– Dog bed or you can fashion blankets or pillows into a sleeping area
– Dog crate or cage (optional)
– Electric shock collar (optional and only if you’re feeling extra sadistic. Make sure to test this on yourself before using it on your submissive)
Most of this stuff you can find rather inexpensively at pet stores.
As always, you’ll start the scene by negotiating and checking for any health issues that could impact play. Since pet play requires a bit of crawling, you’ll want to make sure your pet is in capable condition. You can assist in bringing your submissive into a pet headspace by having them kneel down in front of you. Assign them a pet name if you wish or you can even have your submissive provide a chosen pet name for themselves that will only be used for the duration of the scene OR perhaps longer if they find that they relate to their pet persona outside of a play scene.
Attach the collar and leash to your puppy and take them for a walk. It’s important to start treating them like a puppy and maintaining that dynamic. Make sure to still ask questions and offer praise, but if your submissive tries to respond verbally either repeat the question or go ahead and take this opportunity to gag them. You can also have a cane or paddle on hand to offer swats of encouragement during the walk. Obviously we would never hit a real life puppy, but this is your consenting submissive puppy so some rules can be broken in their training. Offering questions like, “Have you been a good girl/boy?” or “Did you potty outside today like a good doggy?” are a good place to start. While on the walk, you can offer training to your puppy. Command them to heel, sit, or high five. Dexx uses an actual puppy training guide that has been pretty handy for him.
If your pet has somehow avoided the gag, reward them with a treat making sure they can see the box or packaging you pull it from. You may encounter some resistance from them towards eating the treat but remind them that punishment will come if they refuse to eat the treat. They’ll catch on pretty quickly. Lead them to a water bowl (barring the gag of course) for a drink. Heck, have the puppy drink the entire bowl in preparation for the….
Bonus scene tip! During their walk, you can decide it’s time to go potty. You can have the puppy pads pre-set (we recommend multiple pads spread around and a plastic painters drop cloth underneath just in case-don’t worry, your puppy can clean up the mess later). Encourage your puppy to go potty. Depending on the puppy, it may take a ton of encouragement. If your property allows it, you may skip the pee pad and take them outside to the backyard to go potty. Make sure to reward them with another treat.
After your puppy has completed a walk, it’s now time for open play time. Break out the toys and balls and play some fetch. Reward them with a pat on the head or a rub on the behind or belly.
You can conclude the scene by putting your puppy to nap on the doggy bed or putting them away in their crate/cage while you relax and watch TV or any other task. Personally, I find being placed away in a cage for some quiet time to be relaxing but others prefer to be close to their dominant or master.
I hope these ideas help you create your own pet play scene. As with all types of play and kink, pet play isn’t for everyone so make sure you and your partner proceed with an open mind. We can’t wait to hear how it goes!
Photographer: Dexx Model: Jamie Alexander
Jamie is back, this time for a little pet play. Doesn’t she make the most adorable creature? The perfect accessory to any home.