Fetch! Ms160 trains her new puppy...

My New Year's purchase for solipsist was a pretty pink doggy bowl....

I'd decided to explore human pet play with sol some time before. I had observed how profoundly he dropped into sub space when I controlled his food intake - whether I was feeding him his meal bite by bite, or dropping his favourite chocolate or some unknown substance into his mouth, his submission was so complete that he became, we joked between us, nothing more than a small puddle. While I was writing up this blog I discovered another sub had had a similar reaction. Richard from DownOnMyKnees wrote in The Fetish Forums early in 2006 that after "pet play" his Mistress "calls me her "putty pet" ... because I'm so malleable", in "a submissive space for which I can never find the words to sum up the joy and gratitude."

Although sol had never experienced animal play fantasies he'd enjoyed reading stories of what other subs went through with delighted horror. He'd also responded well when I'd bought a dog leash (I'd taken my time choosing one of the right length, eventually settling for a red one saying "I'm buying this for the dog I'm minding right now but we can use it on you later". Sol's cock was so hard it strained the fly buttons) and had gone extremely quiet while I was selecting the dog food bowl (when I'd placed it on the floor at home later and told him to eat from it he'd - unasked - crawled over to it in total sub mode). So I thought the time right for a little human pet play. This is how Richard describes his experiences :

"Illustrations of a woman with a man on a leash often fired my imagination. Finally I got to experience it. One night she led me out naked and on my knees onto our back porch. I dropped all the way to the bottom basement of subspace. That night everything I'd ever hoped for from D/s was an actuality. We've continued to explore my acting as her pet. The only fixed rule right now is that I stay down on the floor. Asking permission isn't required for me to lick her boots or rub against her. And when she scratched my head and tells me that I'm her "good boy" it - much to my surprise - is really better than a long whipping. Her pleasure in my loose but genuine sense of being humbly hers makes me giddy".

I hoped that sol would find pet play a similarly intense experience. I decided to begin with a session structured to amuse us both - specific animal training - but what kind of "animal" would sol identify with? I looked up human fauna sites online - perhaps a pony? I've always been fascinated by human ponies (female subs especially look soooo pretty, with their breasts jiggling and their lovely long tails) but one look at their precision and grace .... uh nooo ... not really my sol. I ending up on dog training sites, hoping that sol might turn out to be a really classy kind of dog, a showdog perhaps that I could proudly publicly exhibit ... but sadly after a bit of reading I realized what I had was a classic "pet": "these dogs are loyal but more casual and grungey than show dogs. Maybe this type likes to jump on the couch when the trainer isn't looking...or chew on the slippers because they smell good. Think slightly more relaxed and cuddly in this mode. Think house pet ....". Yep, that was definately familiar ... but I'd just have to wait until our next time down at our secret play cabin, where we have the absolute privacy of over one hundred acres.

Unexpectedly we spent last weekend there, and so one warm summer's afternoon I summoned sol to kneel before me in nothing but his cock cage. I let anticipation build for a while then sent him to bring me some red cotton rope, the red dog lead and his black and red leather and suede collar. He'd not seen these being put out so was surprised and slightly nervous as I placed the collar around his neck and clipped the lead... he relaxed when I offered him a drink, but then spotted the pink dog bowl...

He did very well with drinking water from the bowl, but was far too smug about it so I refilled it with soda, which he gulped down until the bubbles got up his nose...

I pointed again to my feet, and he knelt - looking very ernest - as I began instruction. Now he would not always be a dog in our pet play, I told him, but today we were going to undertake a little puppy training. For the next hour or so he must, I instructed, try to stop using his hands. He needed to try to think without words - to think in terms of sight, sound, pleasure, pain, etc - and to use all his senses, especially his sense of smell and taste - we'd have an example of this latter I promised. At this point his concentration flagged so I tied the red rope around his cock and balls and held the ends tight in my hands. His attention much improved, I continued, noting that he also needed to practice non verbal responses and sounds - to try and experiment with sounds beyond the contraints of social taboos: growl... whine... pant....etc. "Lets have some actual practice of this" I suggested ... he blinked, then stuck his tongue out and happily panted and begged, lol ...

I'm afraid shortly after this photograph was taken we both collapsed with laughter and it was impossible to continue for a while. With sol both laughing and literally covering his face with embarrassment I almost - for half a second - thought of stopping, but as you can see his rock hard cock betrayed him, as it did some months ago when I began his forced feminization program .... so on to the final step for today's lesson: "walkies". I removed the rope from his cock and balls, picked up my riding crop and the end of his lead and announced we were going outside. He looked more appalled than delighted, and didn't show nearly the enthusiasm he should have ... although after a tap with the riding crop he got a little more excited, his dick purple with strain.

We walked down to the creek together in the warm, late afternoon sun. The only sounds were birdcalls and the wind in the treetops. He trotted in front of me quietly on his leash, stopping for the odd scratch. I let him off the leash and he bounded up the hill, then stopped, looked a tad embarrassed and slunk back.

I found a nice stick (how doglike was THAT?? I mean, I had to find the stick, sigh....) and threw it, telling him to fetch it. He looked at me like I was raving mad - he told me later the words behind that look were "You have GOT to be kidding. You are NOT kidding. I am NOT going to do that. Oh my God I AM going to do that", lol - but trotted off obediently. He picked the first stick off the ground in the proper manner - kneeling on the grass and using his teeth - and the second but the third, well, I was MOST unimpressed: he picked it up by hand and quickly shoved it between his teeth. I made him fetch it again correctly and would have used the riding crop but knew he'd enjoy it too much...


I was also very disappointed that he forgot his stick on the walk home but I sent him back for it... I made sure the stick came home with us. After all its his very first walkies fetch stick, I'm sure solipsist will always treasure it ... I might have it framed for him.

On our return to the cabin I informed him it was dinner time, and that while I had not managed to bring dog food I had brought a tin of cat food from home. As he knelt in front of me I told him to close his eyes and open his mouth. I stressed he must eat anything I gave him. Because of the hilarity of the session I reinforced the seriousness of this order. He told me later this was very intense - again an internal debate of "She can't, I can't, etc"- and practically cringed while I "prepared" food in the kitchen. I took a small cold cooked sausage from the refrigerator and sat in front of him, again sternly reinforced the order, watching his nose twitch from the cold meat smell of the sausage. I knew to him it would instantly remind him of cat food, but he gamely kept his mouth open as I inserted it. His relief / erection were both enormous, as were his eyes, which never left mine as I gently fed him the rest of the food, while stroking his hair. Serious sub space indeed (NOTE to myself: remember next time to really bring the dog food - after all, as Richard wrote, the night his Mistress "handfed me a very small amount of dry dog food is a memory I'll treasure for the rest of my life.").

I'd promised sol a caning after the puppy session as a reward, but he was so horny that I allowed him to worship my ass until I came.... other deviant sexual acts followed but alas this blog is already too long. Thinking over this first session later I kept recalling its strange intensity - from the total hilarity of puppy training to the vibrant, loving sex that brought us so close together at its conclusion. There was every chance, I mused, that in future we might achieve something similar to Richard, who wrote in late 2006:

"pet play has proven to continue to be enriching and wonderful. I have never come to feel an animal role. Just purely her human pet even if I'm on leash or eat food from a bowl on the floor. It continues to be sweet and tender. I'd expected it to be mostly about emotional objectification but it has continued to be an emotional space where the power exchange feels very romantic. I'm humble and loving, but she also is loving and caring".

(Many thanks to Richard (whose other sites include The Polyfetishist Directory and Femdom Weblogs), The Fetish Forums , Equus Eroticus and the writers of www.mybdsm.com/pages/animal/dog Photos: Ms160)