Kitten Play is a category of Pet Play. It’s the mind set of being a cat. No, it isn’t the same as being a furry, it isn’t cosplay, and it isn’t beastiality. Being a kitten and in kitten space can mean different things to different kittens, and it can go as far as you want it to. When kittens have romantic relationships with doms, there are a lot of titles you can give to your parter: sir, master, mistress, dom, etc. Some kittens are strays, which means that they do not have a partner.
Being an underage kitten isn’t difficult. Although it is a touchy subject, there is nothing wrong with putting on ears, a collar, and being comfortable in your own skin. Again, it doesn’t have to be sexual, and if you do have a dom, you can still have that relationship. Relationships are about trust and respect, and kitten play is something that will strengthen them. Being a kitten is another way of showing your dom that you trust them and are willing to be submissive. However, if you are underage, be careful and safe, and don’t take it too far.
Getting into the head space of a kitten can be difficult when you are stressed. Tips in this situation are to play with a cat toy (something with a bell, feathers, or that crinkles), wear your favorite set of ears, eat a snack that looks like cat food, or simply nap in a patch of sun. Practice grooming yourself, and make kitty sounds, such as meowing, purring, and chattering. Rub your head on things and people to show that they’re yours, Anything that you see a cat doing will probably get you into kitten space.
When in kitten space, some snacks you may enjoy are things that resemble pet food, such as dry cereal, gold fish, and tuna fish. You can lap milk out of a bowl, and eat using no utensils. Don’t forget your vegetables! Cats like to graze on grass and plants as well, and they’ll fit into your kitty diet.
Comfy spaces to nap as a kitten include: sleeping in a patch of sun, a cardboard box, a pile of blankets, or anywhere else where you’re comfortable. I personally love to curl up in small spaces; they make me feel secure and happy.
Getting your first collar can be as big of a deal as you want it to be. It can be a choker that you got at your local department store for 5 dollars, it could be a ribbon tied in a bow, or a pet collar from Walmart. It’s all about what makes you comfortable. If you’re just starting out, it isn’t the best idea to invest a lot in something that you aren’t sure about. Do your research and make sure that it’s right for you before buying anything big. After you have your first collar, you’ll probably want your own set of ears, a tail, and paws. (The purpose of paws are to restrict your thumb movements and make you behave in more of an animal-like way. It’s helpful assisting you in fully feeling like a pet, and they can be very comfy as well.) However, if you want to take the next step and purchase official kitten play gear, you can visit sites such as Kitten Sightings, Kitten’s Playpen, and KittenKraftShop for collars. SimplyPurrfectShop, KittenKraftShop, and Nekollars are good places for both ears and collars. You can also purchase tails from these sights.
One of the challenging things about Kitten Play is choosing your breed. Choosing a breed comes down to your personality, likes and dislikes, and the way you look. (My breed is a Doll Face Persian mix: attention seekers, not too talkative, short and fluffy, lap cats, very teachable, and not too great with strangers, but very close to their owners.) Start by choosing several breeds that look similar to you, and find the best match personality-wise. Choose a breed that reflects you, and that you can relate to, because again, it’s about you, and what makes you happy.Some common breeds you may recognize:
Every kitten is different, and every one has different wants and needs. You can take it as far as you want to, and do as much with it as you want. Stay safe, and be happy.
Behold, for I have found it! Officially the most magnificent helmet in the entire game! No, no, keep your Revan face mask or your Darth Marr knock-off. Truly, the Eternal Commander MK-4 Aegis Headgear is the true winner. Do those come with their own little ponytail? Or double ice cream cones on each ear to snack on when you get hungry? I think not!
And you too can have this marvelous piece of lovingly crafted 230 gear, if you just go to the GTN and take it off my hands fight the crowds. No, no, one per customer. Please. Republic credits will do.
I dare you to find a more stupendous specimen of in-game headgear than this. Go ahead, I’ll wait.
Could you write a little something of Riding Harry's face for the first time?
*cracks knuckles* Alright, this has been giving me trouble, and I fully blame that young punk of a teenage dirtbag. Here it is at last, though, set in the It’s About Balance universe but totally able to be read on its own. It’s just a short thing, since they were rather busy that night, but… hopefully it doesn’t disappoint too much. Happy reading! x
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61. More About Balance
It had definitely been that cocky swagger and the tight
pants. The smirky, arrogant grin that begged to be slapped and then kissed away
with fingers digging into his jaw hadn’t really helped – or hurt – either.
He’d moaned, and groaned, and panted, and grunted many a
compliment into your ear when he was fucking you into the mattress of his hotel
bed, too, and they’d gone a long way in doing more than making your body
Harry’s been trying for years to get you into bed, with the
most serious attempts coming in the last few, and he’s finally done it. You’d bear
the disappointment and shame of having given up and given in to his
insufferable seduction if you had any energy left to give for it.
The only sounds that are in the room now are that of juice
being sucked through a straw and sandwiches being bitten into and chewed up to
replenish said lost energy. They are a sharp contrast from the previous sounds
of skins colliding, mouths moaning, and the faint thump of the mattress being
pushed repeatedly against the headboard while you and your bedfellow had put it
through its paces.
“I’m waitin’ as long as it takes, you know,” a surprisingly
deep and husky voice breaks through.
So different from that voice you’d recognized ages ago.
You roll your head mid-chew to look at the boy next to you.
His hair is sticking up more on one side than the other and a cross necklace is
dangling between the sparrows on his chest, underneath which you’d dimpled the
skin of while riding him to his finish.
The boy next to you is very much a man in all of his tan,
wild-haired glory, and his eyes are still shining from victory and his release.
If possible, his cocky arrogance has only increased, and you think you feel
pleased about this – just a bit.
Your own version of cocky arrogance is licking through your
belly, too, because you can still remember the way he’d looked at you when
you’d made him cum.
summer, log cabins, uncontrollable laughter, pinkie promises, muddy shoes, scraped knees, long road trips, sleeping bags, scary movies, sweaty palms, wild eyes, skinny dipping, rope swings, hand blisters, monkey bars, splinters, rusty swing sets, sand under bare feet, clothes lines, barbecue, awkward eye contact, new car smell, tires on gravel, bad dancing, rug burn, chipped nail polish
autumn, hot chocolate, movie ticket stubs, pajama days, freezer burnt ice cream, gas stoves, potting soil, blankets fresh from the dryer, childhood secrets, tag, family vacations, honeybees, bad karaoke, funny faces, candid photos, pet stores, dusty bottles, broken pocket watches, red cheeks, love confessions, soft hands, midnight snacks, pierced ears, cartwheels, familiar scents, friendship bracelets, tv marathons
winter, used book stores, college libraries, football fields, bedtime stories, musicals, indoor swimming pools, 2am bus rides, cracking knuckles, broken book spines, flashlights, laughing under the blankets, i-spy, oak trees, visible breath, hand-holding, empty buildings, mysterious keys, hot kettles, paper clips, makeup brushes, ripped jeans, messy buns, chocolate frosting, first-aid kits, sleeping in pickup trucks
spring, light through the trees, abandoned hospitals, unknown scars, unopened chapsticks, sharp eyeliner, high heels on tile, polished wood floors, paint-covered jeans, uncomfortable conversations, bee stings, gasoline, hide-and-seek, empty forests, strangers, long cardigans, winking, trampolines, grass stains, bruised knees, late night walks, stargazing, gas stations at midnight, new money, suspicious grins, aching muscles, baking, cherry cough drops, bus stops, calloused hands, broken ribs, loud laughter, split knuckles
I LOVE creating and giving gift baskets! Have fun, theme your items and put together a one-of-a-kind sister gift. Save money too by shopping smart and putting inexpensive things together that look lush in a group. Then add some sorority specific gifts to your basket to make it the ultimate greek girl gift experience! xoxo ;)
Nirupam, Charles, Nan, and Estelle start a club that’s allegedly for writing but is really just a place for all the weird neurodivergent gay kids at Larwood House to complain about their teachers and eat snacks
image description: A photo of me, with slightly messy hair and a rumpled shirt, sitting in my wheelchair and smiling. I am in front of a display of historic Métis-related things, including snowshoes, animal pelts, an arrow sash, and a giant real Buffalo head taxidermied and mounted on the wall just above me.
I had a wonderful and exhausting day out at Fusion Fest. I picked up some Christmas presents for my mom and my sister from two of the Indigenous artists there, and I enjoyed visiting the Métis pavilion and making new friends. It was sooo hot though (which is why I look so sweaty and ruffle-mussed here). So much sunscreen. So much.
There was food!! Marvin and I got yummy lunch from the Indonesian pavilion, dessert from the Togo pavilion, and frosty delicious chica morada from Peru. Marvin also got a little cup of very hot, strong Lebanese coffee.
We watched a four circles dance and listened to the drum circle for a while. We looked at the artisan wares, and watched some Métis jigging and fiddling. Oh, and we saw some Hawaiian dancers performing.
There were two stiltwalkers in beautiful satiny outfits swaying through the crowds and taking pictures with people. There was even a petting zoo with a little goat(!) but it was not wheelchair accessible, and then I was too tired to use my cane, which was sad. I only cried a little though. There was also a neat saree tying lesson/demonstration but the line was really long so I didn’t do it.
The key to surviving something like what I did today when you’re autistic, chronically ill, disabled, etc. is preparation. Sunscreen, sunglasses, water, a snack, ear plugs, hand wipes, gum, a notepad and pen, and hand sanitizer are some of the things that I brought with me and used today to keep myself regulated sensory-wise and as comfortable as possible in 30°C weather.
And of course, I couldn’t have gone at all without Marvin, who is wonderful and such a trooper to push my crappy, increasingly rattly, not-at-all-an-outdoor-wheelchair through all that inaccessible rolling grass. I really need to look into a proper chair. It’s time.
Even though I didn’t get to do everything I wanted to , it was a great time. The Fusion Festival is always good and I look forward to it all year!