WHAT KIND OF PET ARE YOU?

When one thinks of petplay most imagine or ponder specifics. The human puppy or kitten are probably the most comon examples that spring to mind. With myself however, there is no absolute definition of species or type in this particular flavour of play.

My instincts, reactions and behaviours are most definitely animal but I feel that my mindset forms from various different species as opposed to one singular animal. The obedience of a canine is there, but so also is the moodiness of a feline, the timidity of a rabbit. I can be milked like a dairy cow, caged like a wild animal, played with as a family pet, all in the same session and none of it feels out of place or strange mixed up.

I have a tail – an antique fox tail attached to a butt plug, I made it myself. My hands are generally mitted so as that I have paws, my lower legs tend to be bound to my upper legs so as that I have only my knees available for back movement. Masked, yes, but nothing specific, more, as said in previous entries about other things, to remove the human face. I wear a collar with a bell attached. Clothing wise, a simple black long sleeved lycra all-in-one that leaves my breasts and butt exposed is generally what is worn.

The sounds I make, if any at all, are not really specific animal related, just, well, animalistic. I sniff things, I eat and drink from bowls on the floor, I fetch items when bidded, and depending on the length of the play I would need to use newspaper on the floor as a toilet!

I do not include ponyplay in the same category as petplay, unsure as to why I feel that way. Perhaps simply because I am in a very very different headspace when in ponygirl mode, my goals and aspirations and what is expected of me is far different to when in pet mode.

YOU CAN SEE INSIDE MY MIND

See the microcosm in macro vision, our bodies moving with pure precision. One universal celebration, one evolution, one creation. - Depeche Mode "Macro"

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A CHRISTMAS CRACKER

By the late great John Willie. I am thinking that this could be easily achieved real life with the help of some pallet wrap, rope and xmas wrapping paper!

SILLY SEASON!

I wonder how many people began their animal play fetish in the yearly nativity play? How many cute little sheep grew up to long for a place at the farm, down on all fours? How many donkeys grew up to feel the need to practise ponyplay every weekend? And then there is angels – well, they fit in here as they are not human are they lol! But perhaps an angel fetish is more of a dom/me thing – all that supernatural power!

Me? I would want to be the manger!

THE NUTCRACKER

Forget pantomimes and blockbuster movies, the ultimate holiday season night out at the theatre has to be a trip to see The Nutcracker ballet. A beautiful, romantic fantasy filled with life sized dolls! Check out the wind-up key in this clip below - want one!!

HUMAN CHRISTMAS TREE

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THE SOUND OF SILENCE

Objects like dolls, statues and robots do not speak unless some form of clockwork or electronic device is pressed or pulled by a human. And I adhere to that particular principle at all times during roleplay. Strangely enough, especially for a gobby cow like me, I find it quite easy!

The very first time I became a doll I was very tempted to gag myself underneath my mask in order to ensure that I was quiet, but decided that was probably cheating and would not help my immersion into the role. I made the right decision as I was totally silent that day and have continued to be so every time we play.

Sometimes it isn't easy though. My Owner has a particular liking for using a Hitachi Wand on his objects, which as most ladies know, basically takes away the choice of whether or not to orgasm! And a silent, internalised orgasm is, well, weird! Although I am able to not make a sound, I really do not have control over my body and the result of that is what can only be described as a large jerking not dissimilar to how a person looks when a defibrillator is used!

Thankfully, it is a different story with other forms of roleplay - in animal forms I do make sounds albeit not human ones, and in scenes which involve total reduction of the sight of my human form gags do tend to be used. Additionally, when forniphilia is involved, there is no sexual play.

GETTING A HEAD START!

A pretty amazing sight at Kelvingrove Museum and Art Gallery, Glasgow is a multitude of faces hanging from the ceiling. The exhibit by Sophie Cave is called Floating Heads.

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DOLLMASTER MOVIE REVIEW

The DollMaster is a South Korean horror film which tells the tale of a group of people invited to a gallery in the country that specialises in dolls. The tale begins however with a flash from the past in which a man deeply in love makes a life sized doll of his lady. The woman is killed and the guy is blamed and murdered by the townsfolk. The doll he made appears to have life and, grieving for her maker, sits by his grave for many years until found by a couple and taken away. It is this couple who are instrumental in all the gore that follows!

The doll gallery is creepy as hell, particularly the guest bedrooms – in one a life sized half doll hangs out of the ceiling holding the light fitting, in another a doll is halfway out of the wall holding the vanity mirror. Oh, and the cisterns in the toilets are doll figures! And yes, there is some life within all these dolls! The sound effects of the dolls’ joints creaking as they move is rather spine chilling!

Without going into too much detail and giving away spoilers, the film, well I suppose is the opposite of what I try to achieve, ie these are dolls that take on human powers whereas I want to shed my human qualities! Not so much dehumanisation but rehumanisation! However, for any doll fan it’s good to watch and for any horror fans it is a decent tale and filmed well, As for the gorey bits, well asian film makers are damn good at that!

ABANDONED DOLL

Set aside after play, waiting, hoping for her owner to return and use his favourite toy once more.



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WOMAN

I have been asked by 'vanilla' people on a number of occasions as to how I as a female can crave the use and abuse I do, how I can allow myself to be transformed into an object that has no purpose other than decorative and/or sexual. I have been accused of letting the sisterhood down and being a disgrace to womanhood and all they have fought for in terms of rights and equality over the years.

But they just don't get it do they!

Female emanicipation was and is all about the right of free choice. Freedom to choose who you are and how you conduct your life, to take all opportunities available and not to be constrained by anyone or anything other than one's own morals. And that is exactly what I am doing! I choose to be submissive, I choose to be objectified and dehumanised. I find the processes both exciting and freeing.

I am not in any way inferior or unequal to my Owner - we are two sides of the same coin. Nor do I believe that my sexual preferences and behaviours cause some sort of setback to the womens movement. While it could be argued by some that my actions simply encourage men to take a low view of females and see them merely as objects of desire and pleasure, these types of men will have these thoughts REGARDLESS of how I and other submissives conduct ourselves.

I have no problem whatsoever in being a submissive sex object AND a feminist, the two go rather well together in my opinion quite simply because I have the ability to consent to be who I am and what I do.

I don't suppose my mother will ever agree though!

DEFLATING

A rather amusing beer advertisment :)