Losing My Barking Voice

June 22nd, 2010  / Author: !

Photo Credit: Heights Arts
The last two months, perhaps even longer, have been an emotional rough ride for me.  In the process of working through my emotions, I seem to have last some of the playfulness, the pet-ness that I once had.  In short, I had lost my barking voice, literally.

A while back, I used to be very comfortable acting like a puppy, a true pet for Sir and Miss.  I would bark at things, chase toys, even growl at the cats every so often.  There was a sense of carefree playfulness in me.  Somehow, through all of the emotional growth I have gone through in the past little while (I am not exactly sure how long it has been,) I have not been feeling very pet-like.  I stopped barking because it no longer felt natural.  In a sense, I guess I had “grown up” from being a noisy, hyper  puppy, to being a calm and quiet dog.  I am not sure if this truly was the result of emotional growth, or if it was depression from emotional stress; but I did know that it did not really feel comfortable.  I missed the playful puppy inside me, and I really wanted to get it back.

Last weekend, I finally let out the first bark in a long time.  I think was while Sir was lying on the couch, while Miss sat beside him.  I was going back and forth between sucking his cock and resting my head on his chest, when something inside me sparked.  I think, at that point, I felt safe and emotionally stable enough to stop worrying about stuff,  I was comfortable again and felt a tinge of puppy-ness in me. I barked and could not help but smile, because it felt pretty damn good.

At this point, I am only starting to find that pet-ness in me again.  The one bark I let out last weekend felt good, but at the same time, I felt like it was just a scratch into the surface of reclaiming my puppy identity.  I also think this is a landmark, a road sign for me, that shows me that I have grown emotionally, gone through all the growing pains 9for now,) and am now finding my balance again.

I think there is something about my puppy identity that makes me feel free, to an extent.  I am not sure if “free” is the correct word to describe the feeling, but I know that when my puppy mode is on, something just feels different.  Something feels nice.  I guess being puppy-like just makes me feel like what I am, a pet.  In a way, having a puppy identity puts me in my place in Sir’s and Miss’ life.  I am their pet, and acting like a puppy just makes me feel it more.

I don’t quite know what I am trying to get at by writing this, for all I know it’s all coming out like a bunch of jibberish; but I have a feeling, and it’s about barking, puppy-ness, being a pet, and feeling safe and comfortable.  That’s really all I have for now.  I’ll probably write more on this later.

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One Lost Cat, One Lightbulb Moment

June 5th, 2010  / Author: !

Photo Credit: Rhythmic Gymnastics Photos
So, it has been quite a while since I have written anything.  I have gotten a few emails and some questions on my formspring page asking where I have been.  Let me assure you that I am still alive and well; and now that my summer schedule has become somewhat settled, I will be updating more regularly.

I had an interesting time with Sir and Miss last weekend.  It was certainly a different kind of weekend; and while some people would look at it and say that my weekend was horrible, I am thinking quite the opposite.

So let’s set the scene (as accurately as I can remember):

It was Saturday afternoon, and I had just been released from Sir and Miss’s cling wrap/electrical tape hood.  I was on the couch with Sir, with my head resting in between his legs.  I dozed off nicely into a light sleep, probably while thinking dirty thoughts and putting myself in a few torture fantasies.  Some time later, I wake up to the sounds of Miss’s panicked voice.

Apostrophe, one of their cats, had clawed the screen door open and had run away.

I sat up, rubbed the sleepiness away from my eyes, and took the moment in.  I could hear Sir and Miss running around, meowing, and shaking a bag of cat food.  I did not know what I could do to help.  I did not know if they wanted my help.  All I could do was sit and listen, as Sir and Miss ran around, trying to find their cat.

As I was sitting there, I felt something, but I could not really pinpoint what it was.  All I knew was that it made me a little bit sad, a little bit angry, a little bit uneasy, and a little bit concerned.

As usual, Sir was not very outwardly emotional towards the situation.  Miss, however, was upset, and anyone who looked at her would have known that something was wrong.  We sat quietly for the rest of the night.  I tried to define what I was feeling, think about what it meant.  At one point in time, Miss started crying on the couch and talking about the cat; about how she was thinking about how he must feel scared, lonely, lost.  I felt tears trickle down my face as she described Apostrophe’s situation and convinced myself that my feeling were probably about not liking the idea of Apostrophe suffering outside. Deep down though, I knew there was more, and figured that a part of me also did not like seeing Miss upset. I also decided at that moment that it was time to stop crying.  I did not know why I wanted to bottle my emotions in, I simply just wanted to pause the feelings I had.

The next day, while Miss was out walking around the neighbourhood, I was sucking (choking on) Sir’s cock.  I cannot really remember what happened next, but I do know that I ended up kneeling on the floor, hugging Sir and crying.  My emotional bottle had just burst.  I could not hold it in any longer.  I just cried.

Looking back, I think the reason I wanted to hold my emotions in was so that I would not add to Miss’s emotional load by being emotional.  I am not sure if this makes any sense, but I suppose I wanted to be “strong” so that Miss would not concern herself about my feelings and just focus on her own.

At that moment, while I was crying while hugging Sir, I realised that my emotions were about 20% about the cat and 80% about Miss.  Seeing Miss upset, seeing her grieve, seeing her lose an animal that she cares very much about turned me emotionally upside-down.  It was a more intense version of what I felt when people were asking her rude questions regarding gang bangs on her formspring page.  I wanted to do something, I wanted to go out and find Apostrophe, I wanted to comfort Miss; but I did not know how.  All I could do was sit and watch as Miss walked around, upset, doing everything she could to bring Apostrophe home.

So now you must be thinking, where is the good in this story?  What is the point?  Where is the lightbulb moment mentioned in the title?  Well, let me tell you.

After I had stopped crying (now on the couch, across Sir’s lap,) I started to process what I had just felt.  Taking all of my feelings into account, thinking through everything I had felt over the last few ours, I realised that I care a great deal about Miss.  Furthermore, I came to the conclusion that in order for me to empathise with Miss so strongly, I must have a connection with her.

So now some of you might be thinking “DUH!  That’s what we’ve been trying to tell you all this time!”

While Sir and a few of my readers have mentioned that I do have a connection with Miss, I honestly did not fully believe it.  This weekend was significant for me, because it made me believe in the connection I have with Miss.  I can say now that I am absolutely sure we have one.  It may not be the same one I have with Sir, but I know for a fact now, that we definitely have one.

And uhm…that was my lightbulb moment.  I know it is nothing new to the readers who always thought I had a connection with Miss; it just took me a while to see it for myself.

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Oh, Apostrophe (the cat) has been found and is home and safe once again.  I guess this is my version of “and they all lived happily ever after.”

So…What’s the Big Deal?

May 19th, 2010  / Author: !

Photo Credit: Peter O’Kelly’s Reality Check
I meant to get this out earlier; but life just go tin the way.  Now that I am home from work for the day, showered, and relaxed; I can finally put my thoughts about what happened between me and Miss down.  A day or two after our conversation, Miss and I exchanged several emails, further expressing our thoughts on the situation.  One thing Miss wrote made start digging deeper into the motives behind my feelings of fear, distrust, frustration, and panic; or in short, my feelings of “unsafeness.”

Miss wrote “For me, today was a glitch and once I had decided my new course of action I truly did not give our exchange a second thought. I did not even consider it all that tumultuous pet; even after I realised my error, even after I realised just how much of a contradiction I had made. This was really just a minor moment and yet it rattled you extensively…”  And she is right.   I agree, that what happened in our conversation was a glitch, and that glitches will always happen, and that they are no big deal.

So then why did the conversation leave me so discombobulated? Well let me tell you.

Looking back, I see this little conflict as two separate parts.

1) The communication glitch between me and Miss, the act of Miss contradicting herself and then not explaining her contradiction.

2) What that meant to me, in terms of being obedient and ding what I was supposed to do.

The first part, the communication glitch itself, did not send me into a panic.  Miss and I have had communication glitches in the past; so it was not that that bugged me or caused me to feel “unsafe.”  What did affect me greatly was the second part of what happened, what it meant to me.

From Miss’s view, I can completely see how this would be “no big deal” for her, and why she probably did not understand why I was getting so upset.  Let me be clear in saying that conflict itself does not rattle me a lot, but what the conflict means does.

In this particular instant, I was feeling “unsafe” because it seemed like it was absolutely impossible to do what Miss was asking of me.  Let’s try to break this down.

Essentially, Miss gave me an order: “Once I have explained myself _once_ I expect you to “get it”. And if you do not, I expect you to ask. I will not ask you if you understand. You are expected to understand or to ask.”  So what she said translates in my mind to “pet, if you do not understand what I say, it is my expectation of you to ask for clarification until you understand.”

Because of Miss’s refusal to discuss the topic further, after I had pointed her contradiction out, I was not obeying her previous order to me, because I did not understand what she was saying.  It felt like I was between a rock and a hard place, because I was trying my best to ask for clarity, but she was not giving me a clear answer.  When it comes down to it, if Miss does not want to discuss a topic, then we do not discuss it.  Case closed.  I just had to deal with that; however, there was some internal conflict because the whole reason behind Miss’s frustration with me had to do with my assumptions.  in this case, since Miss was not answering my questions, I had to go against what Miss had just said to me about not assuming, and assume in order to get some sort of an understanding of what Miss was saying.

If this was a one-time deal, I would have been able to shrug is off quicker than in this case; however, Miss had stated at the beginning of the conversation that she was changing her approach and that “from this day forward, until [she deems] otherwise,” this was the way things were going to be.

THAT was what caused me to panic.  If you have been following my blog, you would know that I have been riddled with a lot of doubt, insecurity, and uncertainty.  My last visit with Sir and Miss did its job to reassure me, that I was doing the right thing, that I belonged in this relationship; however, when I had this conversation with Miss, all of my doubts came back, thinking that this was the way things were going to be.

I have come to accept that life as Sir and Miss’s pet is not necessarily a fair world, but to me, telling me not to assume and that I was expected to ask for clarity, and then not giving me clarity, thus forcing me to assume in order to somewhat understand is just unreasonable.  I could not imagine my relationship with Sir and Miss continuing if that was the way things would be.

What I want, have always wanted, in terms of my relationship  with Sir and Miss is to be a good pet, the best pet that I could be.  I do not often back down to a challenge; however, if Miss was going to be “unreasonable,” I no longer saw a point in trying to be obedient.  I mean, don’t get me wrong, I believe that it is important to not get what you want on occasion; however, in this case, I weighed the pros against the cons and realised that if I could never be “good” for Miss, if I could never meet her expectations, and if she was the reason I could not meet her expectations, I would just be setting myself up for failure.  I could try as much as I could to ask for clarity, but at the end of the day, if Miss is not clear, then I will not get the clarity she expected of me.

What pulled me through this, even before Miss left a comment on my last entry, was my overall thoughts of Miss.  I know that she is not an unreasonable person.  I know that she would not have an expectation of me and then intentionally see to it that I never meet her expectations.  I do care for Miss and I know she is always looking out for my well-being.  But at the same time, there was a tiny speckle of doubt about these thoughts.  Miss had stated herself that this was not her natural approach; so it was only natural that I asked myself, “What if this is the way Miss intended things to be?  What if this is truly the non-natural her?”

I got scared.  I got scared, and I panicked, and I went into emotional breakdown mode.  I cried long and hard; not about the conversation itself, not about our conflict and communication glitch, but what this conversation meant about the future of my relationship with Sir and Miss.  I was frustrated because I really wanted to do everything in my power to make this work.  I really wanted to be that good, obedient pet.  It all really just sucked that the person i was trying to please was also the person making it impossible for me to be pleasing.

After reading Miss’s comment, after getting that clarification, and after reading Miss’s email saying that for the most part, she had heard me, and that my thoughts were not being ignored, I felt a little better.  My other thought was that i am very grateful for this blog; because I know Miss reads it regularly, and that even though she might not be willing to discuss a topic with me directly, that if I put my thoughts down here, they have a relatively high chance of being read by her.

In all honesty, I still feel a little bit hesitant to speak with Miss directly, because I am scared of having a communication glitch, not having it explained, and then not being able to discuss it personally and directly with Miss.  I have always valued the openness and bluntness at which I was able to share my thoughts and feelings with Miss.  Let me be clear and say that Miss has not removed my privilege to speak with her.  That is my choice.  I am going on a gut instinct.

I guess an image of my situation is like a cat and a mouse.  I feel like I am a mouse who wants to approach a cat for a chat; but I also have no guarantee that the cat will not snap at me and eat me.  Right now, I do not feel comfortable with approaching Miss for a conversation.  I will talk to her if she talks to me first, it would be rude not to; but somehow, I have managed to take one bad experience and let it cloud the openness Miss and I once had.  I would like to state once again, that none of this is Miss’s doing. She has not said “pet, you may no longer speak with me.”  This is just a feeling of uncertainty, non-confidence, and irrational caution that I have.

I am trying to put our past conversation behind me; and I know that one day, I will just get up and decide that I am being silly, and that I just need to get back into conversing regularly with Miss again.  While I have had almost a week to shake off my bad experience, I think I need to find that self-confidence again.  I need to convince myself that talking to Miss will not always land me in a frustrating situation.

Miss may not understand it, Sir may not understand it, my readers out there may not understand it; but quite frankly, no one other than me needs to understand the motive(s) behind my feelings.  I know that I have trust issues with Miss; and while they do play a part in the instability of the relationship with Miss, I am hopeful that it is recovering from emotional conflicts, such as the ones I had/have that make a relationship that much stronger.

Okay, now that this topic is over and done with, analysed as thoroughly as I would like, and has ripped a jagged path in my emotional frame of mind, it’s time to put it away and not let it take over me.  I know that I may very well not be over this for a while more; but to me, the important thing is that I grow and continue to work through my emotions.  I am not willing to let this conflict get in the way of me being (or at least trying to be) a good pet for Sir and Miss.

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