Mistress Talia: a sadistic domme

Living with two furry serial killers on a regular basis is not so bad. They may torture mice regularly, but that doesn't bother me, except when they bring them home.

But it's spring - the time of year when our cats are catching baby bunnies. The problem with bunnies is they don't die silently like mice, they scream.

Now, I'm OK with a submissive screaming, heck, that's one of the primary advantages of living remotely in the country, that I don't have to gag you and can make you scream.

But the cat's sadism disturbs me quite a bit more than my own. After all, if I make you scream, in even the worse case scenario, it takes you a few days to heal up. I hurt, but I don't harm. You might wish you were dead, but there's no chance it'll happen.

Whereas when the bunnies are screaming, they are being eaten alive. I yell at the cats, especially when they bring their toys home, and have recently been telling them that they're damned Reavers.

Lately, we've been badly at odds, as they've twice brought home baby bunnies. The first time, I yelled and chased the cat, who refused to let go of her toy until I threw a pitcher of water on her. I chased the bunny into the bathroom, closing the door on the second cat, trying desperately to get around me and at the bunny. I left the bunny in there for several hours to calm down a bit, and in hopes the cats would forget. Then I snuck in with a small box, captured it, and snuck it out to the yard to let it go.

Of course, the bunny was not hurt, not like the one a few years ago. We had chased the cats away to find that as the bunny hopped, it's intestines were dragging across the kitchen floor. Talia had to take that one outside and shoot it.

The second time I rescued a baby bunny, the thing got loose in my living room. It's an open-plan living room, attached to the kitchen, and a bazillion places to hide. I've not been able to catch it so far, I've nearly caught it 4 or 5 times, but no luck. However, the lettuce and cucumber I left on the floor got eaten, so I don't think the cats have caught it yet either. Thus far, I have invested much stalking of the bunny and flinging water on the cats in an attempt to rescue this bunny.

Because they're cats, they don't obey and they're never going to; cats are the ultimate dominants. Sure they come when I call, sometimes, but it depends on if they feel like it, or think I'm going to give them a treat, or some attention.

So we have had lots of yelling, screaming and water thrown the past week or so, and many occasions during which bunnies were not brought home, but I hear the screaming inside the house as they commit their murders.

I really do love my kitties, but spring is always deeply disturbing around here. And when they crawl into bed with me at night, curling up on my arm and purring looking for scritches, I have mixed feelings. I reach out to pet the smaller one, long strokes under her chin are her favorite, and ask her, "If our sizes were reversed, would you pet me? No, you'd pounce and throw me in the air and eat me alive, you little murderous bitch."

Luckily, they do not understand me, so I don't have to pay for therapy. ;)

And it occurs to me that this would be one HELL of a household for a shrunken man to live in. Sure, you'd be a lot easier to catch than a bunny when I tried to rescue you, as you'd understand and not run from me.

But it wouldn't just be spring, it'd be day-n and day-out, always trying to protect you from the cats.

So... my question is, for you guys into the giantess fantasy, how would you feel about the added terror of being kept in a household with giant cats?