Madame Margherite and her human pets

The BDSM community is large and diverse, so it takes someone quite special to truly stand out. Enter Madame Margherite and her human pets. She and her pets are one of a kind, and it was an absolute pleasure to be able to meet them and find out exactly how her roleplay session works. 

Madame Margherite arrives at the apartment I have booked in Santa Monica. She is tall and beautiful in this graceful way. You wouldn’t guess from the look of her that she is a dominatrix. No latex or leather, whips or handcuffs are present. She doesn’t wear dark gothic makeup. Her voice is soft. I think straight away “now here is an amazing woman.”

With her is one of her pets, only right now he is still a normal human being. She introduces me to him as a human being, and for the life of me, I can’t imagine him as an animal.

We sit down, and Madame Margherite is so kind and patient talking me through exactly how she works and what is it she offers. Her animal roleplay isn’t your usual thing. Some dominatrixes will put a leash on a client, make them walk on all fours and call them Fifi. But Madame Margherite goes beyond that.

What it means to be Madame Margherite’s pet

Whilst a lot of pet roleplay within BDSM is about humiliation, that is not what Madame Margherite does. She is scary, although she can be strict to her pets. What she offers is the ability to completely lose yourself into your animal self. Her pets aren’t simply dogs and cats either. With Madame

Her pets aren’t simply dogs and cats either. With Madame Margherite, you are most likely to be an exotic animal. A cheetah, a monkey, a bear. You’re only limited by your imagination, and even in those cases, she can help pick and animal for you.

As your animal self, she protects and cares for you as any devoted pet owner would. If you’re a wild animal, she starts the process of taming you. You can fully throw yourself into the roleplay, forget everything and truly bond and connect with Madame Margherite.

Seeing Madame Margherite in action

I ask Madame Margherite if she is ok with letting me see a bit of her session. Her pet dons his outfit, tonight he will be a wolf. The change is mesmerising. Yes, he is a man wearing a snout and ears and furry gloves. But it’s so much more than that.

The man who stood before me has now turned into a wolf. He sounds like a wolf. His movements are like a wolf and I don’t know how to approach him. I wouldn’t be able to have a conversation with the animal that is in front of me right now.

But I can feel the connection between him and Madame Margherite. He truly is her pet. He trusts her, she cares for him, and with her calming actions he comes over to me and lets me pet him a little. It’s an almost surreal experience.

I’m envious of him, to have someone with whom he is able to trust to such an extent that he can truly lose himself to his animal character. I wonder what it would be like to have a session with Madame Margherite, and act like a lemur for a while! Why a lemur? Well she actually told me that’s what I remind her of!