Nope, not talking about being a bitch. This is my youngest border collie… You guys have read about her in a few of my books. Well, it is cold and icky out, and the damn dog took over the bed. She decided she was not moving. She planted 33 pounds on solid stubbornness under her blankets and did not move for the rest of the morning.

Do any of you wish that you had that option? After watching how content she was, including me bringing her breakfast in bed, I decided I would give it a go…. I was going to have a puppy play day!

Puppy and Kitten play has been around the BDSM community for a very long time. It has nothing to do with beastiality rather, like age play, it allows the participants to explore different areas of their submission. Since we have never explored beyond my purring and being scratched and petted, I thought it would be a good idea to do some research through my own personal experience.

After John and Nikki laughed hysterically at me, I snarled and bit John on the arm. Not hard, mind you, but enough to let him know I was not pleased with his teasing. From that moment on, I realized that I had already broken the rules of puppy engagement.

Thou shalt not bite your master.

Yeah, that little show earned me a paddling. I tried to remind him that we never, ever strike our puppies and that he was being unfair. Both dogs yawned with boredom as he ignored my protests. They are so accustomed to this activity that they find it boring. Yeah, I know… great protectors, huh? At this point, I knew that I should have just stayed in bed, under the blankets, and cuddled with my fuzzy, warm animals. Unfortunately, John decided that exploring this type of role play would be fun and different and, after sending Nikki off to the movies with thirty bucks and the car keys, I found myself facing some leash training.

No….. Did not like it, or the fact that my two border collies felt it necessary to help. They enjoyed the new game…. Plopping down next to me for tummy rubs, trying to eat my face, shoving me out of the way when John brought me a bowl, and bringing me balls to play with. I drew the line when the older of the two grabbed my leash in her mouth and tried to take me for a walk.

No, John did NOT help. He laughed. He was having way too much fun at my expense. And so were my dogs.

I am very interested in any of you who might be involved in this type of play and your feelings, likes and dislikes, about it.

Remember, no judgements… The more educated we are about the lifestyle, the more accepting we become! You can always email me privately if you are more comfortable… I will always answer!

Luvs,

Breebree