Hey guys! Long time, no post!
So I’m back. I’m trying to get back into the swing of things. I’ve had a brilliantly wondrous weekend. I figured I’d kick off my return with a blog prompt post! So, let’s get down to the nitty-gritty.
“Do you identify as submissive or slave or something entirely different? What is your definition for that identity?”
This is actually a good question. I consider myself more submissive than slave. I’m too spoiled rotten though to be much of either. I consider myself a Pet. I like being taken care of, but I also am willing to do other things and I can be trained to do tricks. I’m good at tricks. That’s honestly one of my favorite parts.
I think that most people consider “doing tricks” to be demeaning and not something they want to take part of. I don’t feel ashamed or demeaned by this. I feel free. Like I am expressing myself further. It brings me into a pet kind of headspace that’s beautiful in its own way and intoxicating.
I think that a slave seems more focused than a sub does, because they give up most/all of their rights whereas a sub is more … I dunno, more loose. It’s not as strict. I’m not saying every situation is like that. I’ve seen some slaves who were pampered, too, and some submissives that are very strict. High protocol strict.
I like the idea of High Protocol, honestly. It seems very structured and I like that about it. I just like structure though I guess. Maybe that’s why I like doing tricks. Because I’m being commanded to do something and that helps me get into the right space. I don’t feel confined, I feel free.
I live this life 24/7. I do it in subtle ways though. I’m not very blatant, but I do wear cat ears wherever I go. It can be jarring. Some people don’t take me seriously, but I don’t mind. They think because I wear cat ears I’m just “silly” or “stupid.” What they don’t know is that I’m free. Free of the shackles of “normality” that everyone seems to want to confine themselves to. This does not mean I am above anyone. If anything it keeps me level. I get a lot of positive remarks about my cat ears, too. Those are the moments I cherish. They see me being free and can appreciate it.
I wish everyone could be so free.