I'm new here (which I guess would make sense since I'm posting in the introduction section *headdesk*).
Five years ago, I'd never even have thought of kittenplay. Then I met my ex-girlfriend. She called my kitten, as a nickname, and somehow I took it and ran with it. The next thing I knew, I was just totally in love with being a kitten and having a kitten, when we switched. We're broken up now, but it's kind of a screwed up situation where we don't act like it as much as we should. We don't cuddle or have sex as humans anymore, but we still cuddle a lot as kittens, and she'll still call me "little one" and...and...she just doesn't call me "*her* little one", and therein lies the huge difference. It's hard to explain. I still think of myself as a stray, but I can't stop thinking about her either *blushes* I guess it just bears mentioning, if I stick around here, because you'll probably hear me talk about her a LOT. Way more than I should talk about an ex *blush*
Anyway! Back to talking about ME :D
I'd always been into BDSM and stuff, but the things I'd read and heard about (lifelong, unquestioning submission and the like) kind of freaked me out. They're fine for other people, but for me, even just reading about them made me feel like I was being caged in and I hated it. Being a kitten, though, is so perfect. I'm such a naughty brat of a kitten. I still need a Miss (or a Sir, but I just tend to think in terms of Misses) to take care of me and to scold me when I do something wrong, but there's nothing she can *really* do if I get it into my head to knock over a Ming vase, now is there...
I also just like all the cuteness that comes with being a kitten. In my day to day life, I work in a pretty male-dominated field (or, well, I study to work in one. One more year of school, yay!) and I have to keep up with all that I'm just too busy to be very feminine. But when I'm a kitten, I can have all the ribbon and tutus and sparkly things and stuffed animals and sweet things I want. I've wandered around the forms a little and seen stories about people getting told kitten bedtime stories and the like...*sighs* My ex tells the most wonderful kitten bedtime stories...
So now I've introduced myself, I'm going to go jump into the discussions!
*grins* Particularly when we're chatting online, my ex and I seem to exist in some universe whose basic material is Ming vases as opposed to atoms (or at least, you'd think we were, judging from how many Ming vases we each manage to break.)
... (or at least, you'd think we were, judging from how many Ming vases we each manage to break.)
Hopefuly its because you're doing something fun, kitten-style, like scampering about chasing meeses and not because you're flinging them at one another.