#critter play
On Friday, I went over to Reaction Junkie’s place. We had been intending to top each other into doing writing we each needed to do, but I’d texted him during the day and asked if we could cuddle and watch something first because I was full of feelings. He’d agreed immediately, and when I got over there, I realized that he also was full of feelings. His were more immediate and, to be honest, more important and concerning than mine, which basically kicked me into a caregiving mode. We decided that the writing was not going to happen at this point, so we scrapped that plan and I cooked dinner for him. I made sauteed kale with peppers and tomatoes from my CSA, and refrigerated ravioli. I only gave him half of the pasta, which he later thanked me for, saying that if he’d been doing it, he’d have given himself the whole thing. I said, “I know.” Hee. I enjoy cooking for him and giving him healthy things and helping him make healthy choices.
Once I was done cooking and doing cleanup, Reaction Junkie snapped at me and pointed at the ground next to him, clearly telling me to kneel there. I hesitated for a moment, my right leg still sore from the previous week, but complied when he gave me a look. I cowered a little, expecting some sort of reprimand, and he asked if I’d considered the possibility that he wanted to praise me. He told me I was a “good girl,” which made me swoon a little, and thanked me for cooking for him. I really liked the snapping and making me kneel. It made me feel ordered around and controlled, which is one of my favorite things. Plus, the rudeness and somewhat degrading nature of snapping at someone to get them to come. And of course, I liked being praised. It’s always good to hear that I’m pleasing my owner and being useful in as many ways as I can be.
Besides making me eager to cook for him, being in caregiving mode made want to cheer him up. He was having some major sad feels (understatement), and I wanted to do what I could to make him feel better. I knew I couldn’t cure depression or anything, but I could at least get him smiling and feeling some more positive things to help chase away the bad things. I determined that, with my skill set, my best route to achieve this goal would be to turn my adorableness up to eleven. I’ve been doing this horse-like thing where I lip at his clothes, and it almost always elicits a smile, and usually a bit of a giggle from him. I started to do that in the dining room, and added a few more crittery things like licking him. Then, when we went to his room to get our cuddle on, I started being more and more animal-like. I was bouncing around and making cute noises, nuzzling him, pushing at his hand with my nose to try to get him to pet me and just generally being super extra adorbs.
He pointed out to me that animals don’t usually have nearly so many clothes as I was wearing, which was entirely accurate. I stripped down to my panties and hopped back into bed to continue playing. He was laying in the bed and I started pushing my head through a space between his arm and the bed to get up to his face. Instead, he squeezed me and held me in place, my head on one side of his arm, my body on another. He started talking, starting to tell me a story about me as an animal in the woods who sticks her head in a log and gets stuck. He continued, talking about me worrying about predators, wondering if every sound would be my demise. I actually started to get turned on. It was weirdly hot. My favorite kind of hot. Then it began to rain in the woods. I was getting into the story at this point, into a critterspace, and as he told me about the rain filling the log, I started to struggle against his arm. He held me in place, and continued the story. Finally, the critter me in the story escaped the log, but fell into a hole. As I struggled to climb out, RAWR a bear jumped on me, and, back in the bedroom, Reaction Junkie did the same. We rolled around laughing and happy and cuddled more.
He seemed much cheered up from the fun we were having. Something did happen later with his roommate that brought him back down, which sucked, but I was happy I got to make him feel happy for at least a while.
