I was serving Mr Black his brandy last night I found myself adopting my usual position by his feet in front of the fire while he drank and read his broadsheet. My head full of girly thoughts.
I felt safe and loved as he stroked my hair. I found myself purring and resting my head on sir's thigh. He continued to stroke me as I gently started to rub myself on his leg. I did not notice I was doing this until I started to get a little flustered, upon realising my actions I blushed.
My question is simply why are Tgirls so fond of being submissive and enjoy dressing as pets for their Masters and Mistresses?
Would I be as brave as her could I sit or kneel in that environment - does her shame excite you? I am blushing but I must admit it does me.
Some of you may know my fondness of this particular twist in my femm side from reading my old blog. Something I thought was a real twist of fate for girls like me but it turns out that being a pet, being used is something most genetic girls have dabbled in. I have spoken to Sir about this over coffee. (I will leave his theories alone as he may wish to respond to this post) My thoughts are rather simpler and a little more floaty - Girls like being used it is how they were put together and Gurls like it so much more because they are trying to be so much more like Girls.
Ladies is that too simple? If so how would you explain the following images?
My final thoughts are there is obviously something going on as more and more of these images are appearing (see below) I find them amusing and strangely exciting.
There must be something in a Tgirls makeup something that draws us to these ideas, thoughts, fantasies. I for one will adore being a Kitten to a cool Cat like Sir. (Purrfectly yours, Miss Jones)
I do remember as a very young man when my early petting sessions started to turn to thoughts of a different kind of petting, that of having my own petting pet and at that age I must admit the idea of grooming a personal pet filled me with an excitement as I would often pondered the world of pet possibilities. Naturally growing up on a diet of early cat woman, a feline quality always invaded my daydreams and trumped the popular Heffner bunny image every time.
Julie Newmar's purrfect Catwoman inspired many of the young Mr Blacks naughtier daydreams
It was not just the sexy feline qualities it was having a pet to pet, so to speak. Once in my head this notion seemed to turn me into a magnet for the naturally submissive nature of the feminine soul and they would just start presenting themselves to me. 'Please pet me young sir, train me, master me'. Perhaps I ooze a certain pheromone? or waft a special masculine charm? What ever it is maturity does not seem to diminish it and only last night while dinning in London a young feminine soul appeared at my table resplendent in a collar offered me the end of her lead and nervously said 'Please Sir'.
Miss Jones gets most annoyed with all these waifs and strays. 'Sir! we have more bitches than Battersea Dogs Home' I just smile and remind her who is the Boss Cat with a playful yet firm spank to her bottom which always makes her grin and lick her top lip, a look that reminds me of a cat that knows it will be getting the cream. (As ever MR BLACK)
As Miss Jones often reminds me 'Pets'R'Us'
Sir why do you keep having to bring up those Skanky Girls that seem to come out of the woodwork at every club, bar or event we attend?
Pouting and standing in an assertive way.
I must admit however enjoying making the lesser Kittens pay - sometimes I can be a real bitch giggle.
I recall one particularly nasty little bitch who thought she was Sir's new favourite. I entered Sir's study one afternoon to make sure his favourite cigars were in stock and found Felicity sitting on his desk.
I quickly put her in her place and the stupid bitch tried to answer back. A short spanking session quickly followed by a forced pony dressing session soon had Felicity behaving.
She is now my personal hand maid and little kitty Kat. Sir approves but sometimes I think he has a soft spot for her. I have banned her from speaking and she is only allowed to communicate with purrs. I do giggle at her when she begs for her morning milk. (Miss Jones - Meow)