Puppy Play - A Dom's Perspective
The Joy of Puppy Play, From the Dom's Perspective
I’ve always been a dog person. And by that, I mean a REAL dog person.
I remember adopting my current dog. Bringing him home from the pound swaddled in a blanket. The nights spent crate training. Me, curled up next to the puppy’s crate, my fingers in through the wire mesh for him to nibble on.
So, it was initially pretty hard when my partner/sub wanted to get into puppy play. My dog is probably the closest thing I’ll ever come to having a kid. Transferring that to a sexual experience just seemed wrong on so many levels.
But then I realized something about my relationship with my dog that does transfer…and it comes from the basics of training. You see, there are two types of dogs. The first is the type of dog that, when you approach with a stick, gets excited because he thinks its time to play fetch or tug. The second is the type that cowers and growls because he thinks he’s about to be beaten.
I’m happy to say that my dog is the first type. And that’s why I have any disciplinary control over him at all. The only reason he cares what I say—the only reason I can command him off the couch—is because I’m the one that he’s always known that he can rely on for comfort and love.
In the world of fetish play, the great thing about puppy play for a sub is that it involves being subservient while still maintaining a sense of fun and play. You’re being humiliated, collared, and controlled while still having a weird sense of self.
But for the dom, the great thing about puppy play is that the discipline gets to start from a place of love and affection—as apposed to typical slave play which starts from a place of harsh enforcement. In the fetish world of puppy play, it’s all about that first kind of dog…the one that wants to play and have fun. The human puppy who you can make balance a toy on his nose, but only because he’ll get ear scritches afterwards.
It still took a while to get over that mental leap from dog to puppy plag, but the reward of adopting a human puppy is well worth the love.
And I still don’t let either on the couch.
I remember adopting my current dog. Bringing him home from the pound swaddled in a blanket. The nights spent crate training. Me, curled up next to the puppy’s crate, my fingers in through the wire mesh for him to nibble on.
So, it was initially pretty hard when my partner/sub wanted to get into puppy play. My dog is probably the closest thing I’ll ever come to having a kid. Transferring that to a sexual experience just seemed wrong on so many levels.
But then I realized something about my relationship with my dog that does transfer…and it comes from the basics of training. You see, there are two types of dogs. The first is the type of dog that, when you approach with a stick, gets excited because he thinks its time to play fetch or tug. The second is the type that cowers and growls because he thinks he’s about to be beaten.
I’m happy to say that my dog is the first type. And that’s why I have any disciplinary control over him at all. The only reason he cares what I say—the only reason I can command him off the couch—is because I’m the one that he’s always known that he can rely on for comfort and love.
In the world of fetish play, the great thing about puppy play for a sub is that it involves being subservient while still maintaining a sense of fun and play. You’re being humiliated, collared, and controlled while still having a weird sense of self.
But for the dom, the great thing about puppy play is that the discipline gets to start from a place of love and affection—as apposed to typical slave play which starts from a place of harsh enforcement. In the fetish world of puppy play, it’s all about that first kind of dog…the one that wants to play and have fun. The human puppy who you can make balance a toy on his nose, but only because he’ll get ear scritches afterwards.
It still took a while to get over that mental leap from dog to puppy plag, but the reward of adopting a human puppy is well worth the love.
And I still don’t let either on the couch.
[From: rubberrants.tumblr.com]