Cranky Puppy

I’ve never been happier than I am living the life of Daddy’s puppy-girl.  My Daddy is gentle and permissive, but there’s rarely a doubt that she’s in charge. 

Last night as Daddy was winding down and getting herself ready for bed, she surprised me with the most delightful treat.  I came walking up the stairs to find Daddy holding a bone-shaped Valentine’s Day cookie.  She held it up high and had me get down on my knees in front of her.  She kept me there for a few minutes in a begging posture getting me to bark for her as she fed me the treat one bite at a time.

To tell the truth, I was in a very strange, somewhat distant frame of mind as I walked up the stairs just before Daddy offered me that treat.  Daddy and I had been talking about ex-lovers off and on for a couple of hours last night, and that always leaves me feeling insecure and kind of detached from Daddy.  I was wondering if maybe Daddy was upset too.  Daddy was tired and going to bed early and I figured I would be left alone with my upset mood to deal with it on my own.  Then Daddy got me down on my knees and made me bark and beg for a treat.  In the gap between 2 heartbeats my insecure mood instantly evaporated and there was nothing in my Universe except my Daddy, the treat in her hand, and the purest burning love of this puppy for her loving owner.

Just like that my bad mood was disolved.  Everything was once again right with the world.  I felt safe and secure under my owners loving protection.  Daddy went to bed and drifted off into exhausted peaceful sleep, and a little while later I came to bed, crawled in beside her and licked her face until she woke up and wrapped her arms and legs all around me.

Thank you, Daddy, for not leaving me to wallow in my moodiness last night.  Thank you for knowing just what to do to leave me feeling loved, secure and owned before you went to bed.  Thank you for the yummy treat!  But most of all, thank you for letting me be your beloved, pampered puppy and for not letting me forget it.

XO,
Princess

My Hero

Right now, in this moment, I feel completely humbled and blown away.  This is just one of those days in which I feel amazed by Daddy’s energy and instincts.  I’m so happy to follow her anywhere.

I never would have believed or imagined that I could ever find such simple joy and pleasure in being a human pet.  I have to wonder if Daddy ever imagined in her wildest dreams that someday she would be the proud, happy owner of a trainable, cageable, obedient human-puppy.  Really, think about this: I (usually) do what I’m told to do; I earn my own way (actually, I make pretty good money); I hand over my paycheck on request; I’m quite physically fit and pretty; I (mostly) clean up after myself; I eat what Daddy puts in front of me; I go wherever Daddy wants to go; I’m smart and well read; I give foot rubs; I don’t whine and complain about being caged for as long as Daddy wants me in my cage… I guess the true wonder is that more people don’t aspire to have their own human-pet.

What I’m really loving in this moment is basking in the deliciousness of the ease with which Daddy reduces me to pet status, knowing what a difficult transition it was for her to release her cultural desire to have an equal partner, like two masters searching for middle ground somewhere between the effort to dominate each other.  She must have thought I was nuts trying to hand my will over to her.  But she finally accepted my surrender, and I’m so thrilled to see her grow into her role as pet owner.  I can actually see it growing in her a little more everyday, the easy way she calls me “puppy”, tells me whether I’m eating on the floor or at the table, tells me whether I’m sleeping in the bed or in my cage, the way she casually reaches out and pets my head.  There’s more though, there’s an air of authority around her, like an aura.  It’s hot and it’s erotic.  I feel blessed and privileged to witness her awakening to her strength and power.  And I feel safe and secure as I see in her eyes the dawn of realization that she can bend the whole world to her will as easily as she commands her pet.  Imagine how powerful she must feel to take total control of and to easily train an intelligent, willful human woman; is there anything that can stand in the way of a woman with that kind of power?  Daddy is my hero!

I love you, Daddy!

XO,
Princess

Trained to the Cage

There are moments that I wonder if there’s something seriously wrong with me.  You know, like maybe I’m wired wrong or something.

Here’s the thing, I like sleeping in a little cramped cage.  I like being locked in and waiting for Daddy to come release me.  Even though my cage is small and cramped and I can’t stretch out so I have to keep changing position through the night, I somehow get so much more rest when I’m caged.  How can that be?!?

Okay, as the last post explains, I’ve been in a strange frame of mind the past few days.  And the last 2 nights I’ve slept in the bed with Daddy.  I just felt raw and off balance and I really just wanted to be close to her in the bed, to feel loved and connected and soothed I guess.  But I find that when I sleep in the bed I go into a very deep sleep in which time is suspended, the world disappears, and I’m actually kind of all alone in a big, cold Universe.  In the morning I can’t wake up.  Daddy gets up early, and I can’t engage with her; I just sort of drift in and out of sleep and can’t seem to focus on her at all.  Then when she leaves for work I go right back into a deep sleep state and find it very difficult to get up when it’s my time to get ready for work.  And it seems to take me a very long time to really get going once I’m at work; I’m drowsy and unbalanced at my desk.

Now, when I sleep in my cage, it’s more like I drop into that super deep sleep state for periods of time, but then I come back to semi-consciousness to change positions and stretch out this muscle or that one.  I’m caged, I get cramped which wakes me up.  I move, I stretch, and then I go right back to sleep.  But there’s something else, in those moments when I wake up to change position, I’m completely focused on Daddy sleeping in the bed beside my cage, her breathing, her movements.  There’s a closeness and connection that I seem to miss when I’m sleeping right beside her, I guess because I get into such an unconscious state when I’m in the bed.  And then, come morning when Daddy opens my cage and lets me out, I’m so, so, SO thrilled to see her and touch her, that I’m overwhelmed with the excitement!  I come to life in a powerful way.  Daddy becomes ALL I can focus on.  In the first hour after Daddy releases me, again the world disappears, only now it’s me and Daddy all alone and in love in a big passionate Universe!  And after Daddy gets up for work, I can’t go back to sleep; I lay there and bask in the glow as every nerve ending in my body and beyond hums with the memory of Daddy’s loving embrace.  And I have no problem getting up for work.  I have no problem getting in the groove once I get to work.  I’m not tired.  I’m not unbalance. 

But I am confused as to why I seem to thrive best when I’m caged.  It just seems odd.  Am I the only one like this?  Are there others?

Well, all I can say is thank God for Daddy.  What are the odds that I could have found someone to love me as sweetly as she does while at the same time finding enjoyment in having me sleep nearly every night in a little puppy cage.  Daddy truly is one of a kind; we were surely created specifically for each other!

XO,
Princess

All Hail!

I’m wanting to pay homage to my Daddy today.  I love and admire her so much.  She’s like the most beautiful and complex being ever; the closer I look, the more beautiful and complex she becomes. 

Clearly I was mistaken a few weeks ago when I came under the impression that Daddy wanted our marriage to be vanilla.  As it turns out, she was actually rejecting the status quo of D/s relationships as we were seeing them represented in many of the local-scene relationships we were exposing ourselves to, really in the local scene in general, as well as representations of Master/slave and Domme/sub imagery on the internet and in popular culture.  In other words, Daddy didn’t want to have to tie me up and whip me in order to be Dominant.  It took us a little time to rise above our own impressions of what constitutes a D/s relationship.  Daddy isn’t cruel, and she doesn’t want to use pain and harsh treatment as training tools to keep her puppy submissive.  It seems like a lot of the role models and guidance we were seeing tends to be weighted towards negative reinforcement and/or masochism (whippings, tight bondage, cuttings, etc.)  And I’m no masochist (although I’ve always been willing to submit to whatever I’m told to submit to, it’s my nature.)  Apparently Daddy is no sadist.  We love each other very much.  And we’re discovering that what we like best is training methods that are more weighted towards positive reinforcement, training methods and activities that increase our joy and happiness and bring us pleasure.  As it turns out, excessive pain on a regular basis doesn’t bring me pleasure and inflicting excessive pain on a regular basis doesn’t bring Daddy pleasure either.  (Though sometimes pain play and flogging CAN be lots and lots of fun and very cathartic… just sayin’.)

I love being Daddy’s puppy.  I love being her submissive.  What I like is humiliation.  I love being caged like a dog.  I like to eat from a bowl on the floor.  I love it when Daddy has me open my mouth so she can spit in it.  I like crawling for Daddy.  I like serving Daddy, rubbing her feet, licking her body, letting her take control of me in all things.  I love it when Daddy treats me like the puppy that I am in public spaces, like parking me on a bench at the mall and saying, “Sit!  Stay!” or deciding what I’ll eat when we go out to restaurants.

It seems that playful humiliation is a form of puppy training that Daddy gets into very well.  Everyday she seems more and more confident, calling me to her like the puppy that I am, directing me to sit there or come here, warning me that I’ll be punished if I’m willful and bratty.  I get butterflies in my tummy and clit when Daddy takes charge and uses me as she pleases.  I spent much of last weekend laying naked on a blanket on the kitchen floor while Daddy worked on a project.  And I couldn’t have felt happier just laying there watching her work, on display and available to her whenever she felt like paying attention to me.  Between sleeping in a cage and laying around on the kitchen floor, I was so turned on all weekend that Daddy was able to instantly push me to orgasm with the slightest touch and keep me cumming as long as she wanted me to.  I’ve never been so turned on in all my life!

And that’s Daddy’s greatest pleasure in playful humiliation as a training tool.  She loves the result.  She loves seeing me turned on and eager to please her.  Daddy sees how much I enjoy being treated like her puppy.  And in her infinite wisdom, Daddy has guided us into the most perfect D/s dynamic for us, gaining her pleasure by indulging my pleasure, and saving the tight bondage and pain for when I do something bad and really need correction so I’ll remember how to behave in the future.  (Or for when we’re just in the mood for some screaming and crying and bruises… yeah, we’re kinky that way.)

These are just a few of the reasons why I love my Daddy so much.  If I sat down with a blank piece of paper and tried to map out my most perfect Domme, I could not have planned or created as perfect a match as Daddy is to my inner puppy.  Without any effort, Daddy figured out that what I need is to be trained to WANT to be obedient by increasing my joy beyond my wildest dreams, even as she holds the keys to my future joyful experiences.  My Daddy is brilliant and beautiful, and I’m eternally grateful for the opportunity to beg her for what I want.  She’s my Daddy and I’m her owned puppy.  I intend to pray everyday that I get to obey her for the rest of my puppy years.

XO,
Princess

Love of Self

I love my Daddy!

I’ve come to completely love sleeping in my cage at night.  I love being curled up on my dog bed with a heavy blanket thrown over the top of my cage to keep me warm.  I love the sound of my Daddy’s breathing in the bed next to my cage.  I very much love hearing Daddy moving around in the bed, changing positions; it gives me a secure, warm, erotic feeling.  When I’m curled up in the dark, the door to my cage locked, and I hear Daddy rolling over in her bed, I know to my core that I’m owned and loved and cherished and pampered.  Safe and secure in my cage, I know that Daddy will protect me from all harm.

More than anything else, I love morning, when Daddy lifts the blanket and unlocks the door to my cage.  I love her beautiful face first thing in the morning.  I love crawling out of my cage and burying my face in Daddy’s crotch, licking her feet, her legs.  I love crawling into the bed with Daddy.  I’m simply overwhelmed with love and passion.  I can’t stop myself from kissing her all over.  I have to take in her scent, her taste.  I have to bury my face in her hair and smell and taste every inch of her soft, warm body.  I love that, even when Daddy is too tired to respond to my passionate play first thing in the morning, I still just can’t stop myself from kissing and licking and caressing her until she actually makes me stop so she can get up for work, and I’m perfect thrilled and ecstatic just to be allowed to lavish my Daddy with my attention without any expectation that she pay attention to me or respond to me.

I’ve chosen to surrender my will to Daddy in all things.  My life belongs to Daddy, to do with what she wills.  And she’s agreed to accept my gift of total surrender.  My life is in Daddy’s hands.  And I’ve never been happier in my life.  I’ve never felt as safe as I do right now, in Daddy’s hands.  I’ve never felt this clear in my mind.  I’ve never loved myself as much as I love myself in complete surrender to the love-of-my-life.  In Daddy’s hands I’m a nicer person.  I’m becoming kinder, lighter, happier.  The more control Daddy becomes willing to take from me, the more willing I become to hand all decisions and my very fate over, and I can feel myself becoming less and less of a brat.  I WANT Daddy to take control.  I WANT Daddy to tell me what to do.  I WANT to face the consequences if I’m foolish enough to choose to defy Daddy’s instructions.  I WANT to surrender to Daddy like I want air! 

I want to love myself, and everyday that I choose surrender, everyday that I set my intention to be the best, most obedient puppy ever, I feel the love I have for myself increase… and I feel my love for Daddy increase a million-fold!

At last I’m the woman I was born to be.  Sleeping in my cage, waiting patiently for Daddy’s attention, is the greatest peace I’ve ever known in my life.  Waking up to Daddy unlocking the door of my cage and letting me into her bed is the greatest passion I’ve ever experienced; I didn’t even know such passion existed.

I love the privilege of sleeping in my cage.  I feel myself being trained over time to be nice and obedient and helpful and not to be a smart ass or a brat so that Daddy might let me continue to enjoy the privilege.  I realize that Daddy understands how much I love being in my cage and how much I love waking up to her letting me out each morning, and I understand that Daddy is making a sacrifice and a choice each night that she chooses to allow me to sleep in my cage rather than to sleep in the bed with her, keeping her warm through the night (which I know she loves.)  And I feel myself being trained to want to earn the privilege of sleeping in my cage with my obedience and helpfulness.  And I love more than anything this experience of Daddy holding my day to day fate in her hands.  I love being owned, controlled and handled like any pampered puppy is. 

I love you, Daddy!  Thank you for gifting me with these experiences.  I vow and intend to always honor your gift with my service and obedience.  I intend to grow more and more ever mindful of my mandate, “What can I be doing right now to increase my Daddy’s joy?” 

Daddy, you are my Master and my Guiding Light.  I am your obedient, adoring puppy.  I choose to surrender as much of my will as you are willing to accept from me.  And I thank you with every fiber of my being for the privilege of serving you.

XO,
Princess

Sweetness

Hi Daddy,

You were so sweet last night, washing your sweaty puppy.  I don’t think anyone has given me a bath like that since I was a baby.  I can’t tell you how sweet it was to be in the tub on my hands and knees, exposing all my most delicate parts for my Daddy to lovingly scrub.  You are the sweetest, kindest, most loving pet owner ever.  Thank you!

I’m very sorry I was so cold when I came to bed last night.  I should have stood in front of the fire and warmed myself up.  Thank you, Daddy, for not kicking me out of bed and for wrapping your warm body around my chilly little body to share your warmth with me.

I’m grateful that today is Friday.  I’m looking forward to a 3 day weekend with my Daddy.  I hope that you’ll let me serve you in some small way this weekend.  I long only to please you.

Thank you for the ongoing experiments of testing methods of getting me into puppy head-space for the sake of behavior modification.  I hope that you’re having as much fun with it as I am.

I love you very, very much, Daddy.

XO,
Princess

Soundest Sleep Ever

Oh, Daddy, I’m beside myself with bliss and joy this morning.  You really surprised me last night.  I really didn’t expect you to put my food on the ground in a bowl again last night since I ate puppy-style the night before.  I guess I assumed you’d be more tentative, trying one night, waiting a while, trying again another night.  You surprised me first when you boldly told me to leave off my top, which I was happy to do for you.  And I really, really enjoy eating on the kitchen floor while you relax and eat in the living room in front of the TV.  I love, love, love being the puppy, left in the kitchen to eat; I LOVE being your submissive puppy girl!  I feel so content and subservient after I eat that I just want to crawl to you and shower you with kisses and nuzzles of appreciation.  I feel so aligned and connected to who I really am when you treat me like that.  Thank you, thank you, thank you Daddy for helping me to get in touch with my submissive nature.  I’m happiest in submission.

You completely blew me away when you told me that I was sleeping in my cage last night!  I felt excited and turned on and submissive and grateful all at once.  I never rush to bed, but last night I was running around completely focused to get my shower done, to get the kitchen clean and to get my laundry hung up because I was so excited to sleep in the cage.  I love that you set it all up for me with my dog bed, pillows for my head, and extra blankets for padding and warmth.  And the blanket over the cage really helped me stay warm too, but I especially love that the cover is also like a blindfold that prevents me from seeing anything outside of my cage. 

Oh my goodness!  I felt like such a proper puppy girl all curled up in my cage all night.  I feel so rested and refreshed this morning.  I love that I dreamed dreams about you all night long, Daddy.  I loved hearing the little jingling bell that hangs from my collar every time I changed positions.  I love hearing you breathing peacefully and soundly in the bed next to my cage.  (I was a little concerned that you might not be able to sleep without me in the bed, that you’d get lonely and miss me; it sounded like you were resting very deeply and comfortably.)  But the best was when you came to me in the morning and pulled back the cover off my cage.  I was so excited to see you; you looked so beautiful squatting there naked, jingling keys in your hand.  I could barely wait to get to you while I waited for you to remove the locks and open the door. 

Words can’t describe my excitement, but I’m sure you felt every bit of it.  When I crawled into the bed with you I couldn’t stop kissing you, stroking you, licking you!  I was crazed with desire; I want to devour every inch of you.  I wanted to worship you!  I felt open and connected and submissive, cared for, owned, and loved.  And I wanted to project my pleasure all over my loving Daddy! 

It seems so strange to me that I get more turned on from being caged than from anything else I’ve ever known.  It makes no sense.  But I love it, so why question it? 

Thank you, Daddy, for indulging me.  I just can’t thank you enough for helping me to fully connect with my submissive nature.  I’m so happy!  I’m never happier than when I’m fully immersed in my own submission.  And I’ve never trusted anyone with my life the way I trust you.  There is no one on this planet that could ever evoke the depth of submission and joy from me that you do.  I’m sure that we were made for each other.

Please, please, please allow me to be the physical manifestation of your “I want…” nature.  Please allow me to be the physical manifestation of your Universal manager that you allow yourself to demand “I want (fill in the blank)” of, fully expecting your demands to be done.  I want to please you, Daddy.  I want to serve you.  Every fiber of my being wants to be at your feet.  Never be ashamed or embarrassed or hesitant to boss me around when you’re in the mood to.  Seriously, nothing in Creation makes me happier than being your submissive puppy girl, doing what I’m told and having predictable emotional responses finessed out of me through submission training exercises like eating off the floor, sleeping in a cage, being bossed around, and being taught (in Spanish) to do tricks.

And thank you, Daddy, for being so patient with us as we figured out a way to get the behavior you most want out of me in a way that’s most comfortable and efficient to you.  I’m so grateful to be your submissive puppy girl, on the road to a balanced, playful, connected life together.

XO,
Princess

Puppy Love

Hi Daddy.  I just wanted to take a moment to acknowledge something really sweet you did this morning.  After I got up early with you and we cuddled for a while, you got out of bed to get ready for work.  I fell back asleep while you were getting dressed for work.  About 4 am you woke me up to say goodbye.  You woke me up, you got me to open my mouth and then you spit in my mouth.  Then you kissed me, told me that you love me and said goodbye.  That gesture, spitting in my mouth before I was fully awake, was so sweet and dominant that it tickled every submissive bone in my body and stuck with me all day.

Thank you, Daddy, for loving me like you do.  Thank you for every opportunity you give me to feel loved and owned.  No one has ever made me feel the way you make me feel.  No one will ever reach me like you’ve reached me.  I love you Daddy.  Thank you for your love.  Thank you for tickling my submissive bone every now and then.  Thank you for indulging me.

XO,
Princess

Care of Your Pet

Thank you, Daddy, for allowing me to fulfill some small part of my nature last night as your puppy for a time.  Thank you for sharing the fullness of your love for me in the form of delicious, wholesome food to be lapped out of a bowl on the floor.  Thank you, Daddy, for holding me, filled with peace and homemade chili, in your lap and just allowing our tenderness and care for each other to wash away the stress of the day.

And thank you for allowing me to help nurture in you the hard earned right to your feeling of “I want…”  You deserve to have what you want.  You’ve held yourself back long enough, Daddy, for the sake of others who’ve expected you to fulfill their unreasonable expectations.  It’s your turn to have in your life a pet who responds to your feeling of “I want…”  Thank you for allowing yourself to relax into “I want…” enough for me to help you nurture that.

When I tell you that I desire to please you, that I just need to know what you want, and you think you want to say, “I don’t know what I want”, I have a suggestion.  Begin with basics.  Ask yourself, “What could she be doing in this moment that might increase my joy?” 

When you’re in a mood to playfully boss me around, might I suggest to just stick to basics for now.  And keep in mind that the goal is to encourage your pet to feel submissive because you know that when she’s like that, she gets so damn turned on to you and sits there staring at you with that look of adoration in her eyes.  “Get me a glass of water, pet” is pretty basic.  “Take off your clothes and lay on the floor where I can see you while I watch TV.”  “Come here, pet, and rub my feet.”  “Get me a piece of chocolate, pet.”  (What is it that you want?  I bet you do know.)  “Come here and lick me, pet.”  (Maybe the goal need not be that you want your pet to bring you to orgasm just now; it could be that your intention is simply to have your pet lick you for 5 minutes in order to give your pet a demonstration of her submission to you… or maybe you do want an orgasm.)

It’s okay to be bossy in the service of teaching your pet the benefits of her submission.  Your pet WANTS to adore you.  Your pet WANTS to experience the depths of her own passion for you.  Your pet WANTS to please you and to experience her joy in your pleasure and her part in that.

If your pet is disobedient or doesn’t want to do something in the way that you asked her to, correction doesn’t need to be cruel or harsh or sadistic.  Correction can be as simple as 30 minutes in the dark in her cage, or 20 minutes outside in the dark naked, or 10 minutes facing a corner, or sitting on the floor in the coat closet or in the dark in the garage.  It doesn’t have to involve pain or spankings or the time and effort involved with bondage… it can include those things, but it doesn’t have to.  If you think she’s just going to enjoy 30 minutes relaxing in her cage, cuff her hands behind her back while she’s in there; the experience will be a lot less relaxing and she’ll remember the next time she thinks about being disobedient.  Cuff her hands behind her while she sits outside or in the garage, or put a bit gag on her if you want to;  I seriously believe that she’ll quickly learn the value of obedience.

And it isn’t that you’re being an ass or a bitch.  Just keep in mind that the goal is to connect your pet with her own submission for the sake of allowing her to tap into her adoration for you and her passion.  Let it be as light-hearted and easy as you like… and only when YOU are feeling like it. 

You know, learn to read your pet; if she seems distant from you, feel free to put her in her cage for a few minutes, or have her strip and display herself for you, or have her wait on you, or have her lay at your feet, or feed her on the floor.  Try to find out what works to bring her back from her emotionally distant place to a place of total connection and adoration.  Be playful.  Let it be joyful.  Your pet is following your lead; learn to play her like a master musician plays her instrument.  It’s what your pet is longing for.

I love you Daddy.

XO,
Princess

Attention Hound

I really appreciate my Daddy.  It’s a lot of work being the Dominant in a D/s relationship.  I look to Daddy to make decisions and to take the lead in most things.  If I have a strong opinion then I’ll share it, but most of the time I’m perfectly content to follow my Daddy’s lead. 

In play Daddy usually has to be the creative one.  She has to figure out what we’ll do, how we’ll do it.  She has to plan and execute the scene (especially if she doesn’t want me to know what’s coming next.)  Unless I’ve tied myself down, Daddy is doing the buckling and unbuckling, managing locks and ropes and whether she’ll paddle or flog or caress me.  Flogging can be a lot of work.  Daddy has to be concerned with aftercare if our scene has been particularly intense or prolonged.  It’s up to Daddy to decide how long a scene will be and to monitor my well being to ensure that nothing is going unexpectedly wrong.  Daddy has to be responsible for my health and safety when I’m in a position where I can’t take care of myself.

It’s an honor for me when Daddy let’s me serve her, when I’m allowed to pamper and please her and give her the chance to lie back and enjoy my attention.  And I’m always eager to simply lie quietly and obediently when Daddy wants to just leave me alone tied to a table or locked in a cage so that she’s free to take care of things she needs to take care of without having to pay attention to me.  (I’m sort of an attention seeking puppy; regardless of where we are or what we’re doing, unless Daddy has tied me down, I tend to hover around her and constantly stroke, kiss and caress on her.  She usually likes having me following her around, kissing her head and neck, stroking her arms, holding her hand, but I guess sometimes she needs a break.  Ah, the life of a lap dog.)

And then there’s fetch.  Fetch is a sweet, playful, bonding activity where Daddy gets to fully enjoy her puppy girl and I get to do all the work.  (It’s hard work running back and forth on all fours bringing the toy back to Daddy!)  And I love being Daddy’s smart little fetcher!

And I really, really appreciate the effort that Daddy puts into taking the lead, managing the scenes, taking care of her puppy’s needs, and being fabulous while doing it.  I love my Daddy more than words could ever adequately express.  I just wanted to say so.

I love you, Daddy!

XO,
Princess