You all know how much I love the pet name kitten. I think it’s cute, it makes me all gooey and giggly and I often use it in my stories. It makes me feel small in a good way and like I’m being looked after. The same goes for babygirl, good girl, sweetheart, any term of endearment in a different language…I guarantee me not going weak at the knees is impossible.
When my boyfriend and me first started dating, he often used to call everyone kitten. No one had ever called me that before, especially not a guy and with that a guy I was attracted to. The fact he’s a dominant personality only gave it more impact. You should have seen me when I got a text from him calling me babygirl. I practically melted in to a puddle on my bed!
I wouldn’t say I’m a pet player of sorts. Drinking and eating out of bowls and cuddling up in a pet bed in a cage doesn’t do anything for me. That being said, I’ve been embracing more of my kitten side. I’ve always said if I were an animal I’d be one in the cat family, so why not embrace it?
I like being cutesy if I’m in the mood for it. I love my pastel colours and cute baby doll lingerie (if I can spare the pennies for it) So in exploring my kitten side, I like the idea of wearing kitten ears, maybe invest in a little furry tail just to tuck in to a baby doll. I find it fun and “cutesy”.
I like the idea of cuddling in my cutesy kitten mood. It gives that feeling of being cared for and protected, but amplified. Yes, there’s that feeling if I was just submissive and kitten is put away for the night, but it’s different. There’s a case to be made for both. I’ve been looking a websites specialising in handmade kitten ears, furry tails, collars etc. that look pretty good.
When I was in my last day on my recent dressing stint, something interesting happened. In between shows I’d been working on stories to write to submit to the university to see if I’d get on my Masters or not, which I submitted the end of that week.
A weight lifted off my shoulders and I’d done my work with very few hiccups. I felt good, I’d hit a milestone. I was smiling to myself and a thought crossed my mind. The one thing I wanted to do was get dressed up in cutesy lingerie, put some kitten ears on and just cuddle with my guy while he stroked his fingers through my hair.
The thought filled me with happiness and safety. I wanted to do it to “celebrate” of sorts, after jumping over a major hurdle in my life. It gave me the feeling of security and escapism from the stresses of those few weeks that I needed, that cute little bow to wrap up a very positive outcome.
When I get in these moods, I don’t see myself as a “pet” (that being said, shout out to all you awesome pet players of the world!) I’m still very much me and don’t experience “pet space”. It’s a little part of my personality. I see as it a bit of cute fun (I know, I’m using “cute” a lot in this post!) that caters to the few kitten traits that I do have.
*Kneels in lingerie and kitten ears*
Please Sir…make me purr?
All my love,
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