What’s in a name or rather a title?

February 1st, 2012
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Honorific.  

Truth be told, up until approximately two years ago I had never heard of such a word, or at the very least I do not remember hearing of said word. For me the prefix before a name was called a title and granted it still is; however, in the world of kink, the term “honorific” appears to be used more often. I am not certain where this movement came from; perhaps it has always been around and I was merely oblivious; either way, it is a word I am hearing quite often and am even finding myself having to deal with it when it comes to potential toys Master I could eventually play with.

If I looked hard enough I believe I would find a journal entry about titles somewhere in my past, especially around the time when Master and I were first starting to train our previous pet.  I can recall the struggles I had trying to come up with an honorific that we all felt comfortable with because for me all I wanted was to be addressed by my name.  Master and our previous pet wanted something different, something that showed who I was in the relationship when it came to her and so we decided on “Miss”.

When I first pondered what would best describe our exchange the common thoughts of Ma’am, Madame and Mistress came to mind; however, Ma’am had an older woman feel to it, (similar to a respected grandmother), Madame  sounded like a brothel owner and the term Mistress just maked me think of adultery.  Even the word “Miss” was not ideal only because that is a term I often used when speaking with younger female children as in “Little Miss, best clean up your room” and other like expressions.  Truth be told even after instituting the use of “Miss” it felt natural to me and when the training ended I was relieved to go back to being addressed by my first name.

The reality is I am not an advocate of the honorific. Yes I use them and yes they do have a place and I was raised to address all men as “Sir” and all women as “Madame” but that was when I was a child and young teen. My elders taught me it was a sign of respect due to my age and although I did not believe every man I met deserved such a respectful introduction, I obeyed my father and to this day when I am formally introduced to an elder gentleman I refer to him as “Sir” until told otherwise.

One would think due to my conditioning that addressing male dominants as “Sir” would come easily; interestingly, it does not. I am not entirely sure why but I do not like to call all male dominants “Sir”. In fact it really bugs me. Of course, my deepest desire is to obey Master which is why that 3 letter word escapes my lips often but that really is the only reason. Quite frankly I do not think that just because someone calls himself a dominant that means I have to address him as Sir and if I was not with Master I most likely would not. Not until I have shared a few conversations and am comfortable with said person and they are comfortable with  me.  There are a few gentleman I have met since being with Master and calling them Sir does not prickle me but that is because a friendship has been formed, therefore I want to show respect on a more familiar level.

And I think that is just it: addressing someone with an honorific is highly personal to me. I realise it is nearly the opposite for many but for me it is something that is shared between people who are on a more personal level thus making it an exchange I do not wish to share with just anyone. Maybe that is why, with our previous pet, it felt unnatural to be called “Miss” because it happened too fast, when we were not on a more positive, familiar ground.  Perhaps that is why, unlike Master, I do not overly like other women addressing Master as “Sir”.  For me it is simply far too personal to be uttered so easily, so carelessly. This of course is merely my perception for Master appreciates being addressed as such; in fact it often makes his smile brighter and when he is playing with another, when he trains another he expects it.

Personally I do not expect any title other than my name. In fact, I generally want to be addressed by my name and name alone. I do not need nick names, terms of endearment or pet names nor do I want just anyone to utter such terms. I was given a name, a name I find rather beautiful and I feel lucky to have it therefore I want it used.  In fact, unless otherwise told, I do not want people to just randomly address me, I want them to speak my name. Only my name. Of course those who are friends, those who are family call me different names from time to time and I am more than comfortable with that just as I like all the names Master has called me, (even the really nasty, humiliating names – names that leave me crimson). The exchanges I have with friends, family and Master though are all personal, all familiar therefore those people have, for a lack of a better definition, earned the right to address me in such a familiar way.

An honorific has meaning to me, a purpose; it is not something haphazardly blurted out, which is how it feels when I hear so many people shout out “Sir”, or “Ma’am” or “sub” to anyone who appears to befit such a term. In many instances it reminds me of the word “like” and how I am painfully hearing it used as a filler in a sentence, such as:

So I was like, going to the store like and all of a sudden, like, I was totally aware I had taken the shirt without paying for it. I was like, totally embarrassed!

This topic will continue to be one of debate, this I am fairly certain of. For now, I know where I stand, I know what is expected of me and I know that when I speak an honorific to someone I want to say it to, my tone will speak only truth and respect.

~cockdoll

(Artist unknown)

 

 

 

 

Icky leaking.

January 26th, 2012
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I have a feeling I am going to come across as someone who suffers from germaphobia and perhaps there is a bit of truth in that; however, I am not so much concerned with germs as I am with cleanliness; hygienic cleanliness. Here are some  hard cold facts about me:

  • I do not care for other peoples bodily fluids.
  • I do not care for some of my own bodily fluids.
  • I do not like to be intimate with people who demonstrate poor hygiene.

I appreciate that all humans secret fluids. There are tears from ones eyes, mucus from ones nose, mucus from ones vagina, semen and seminal fluids from ones penis, urine and of course bowel movements.  Now I am not uncomfortable with Masters cum or his urine or his tears; however, when it comes to feces and even more so snot I can actually find myself gagging at the the mere thought of it. Master is an incredibly open person, he will tell me when he is going to the bathroom, regardless of what he will expel and he will blow his nose and keep his tissue beside him, waiting until he rises before he throws it away.  I most certainly do neither. With the exception of when I had to have a colonoscopy and had to drink an incredibly awful lubrication tasting concoction and simply had to let Master know that I would not be leaving the restroom at all for the evening – with the exception of that one night, in 7 years I have never before told him I would be having a bowel movement.

I confess, faeces really grosses me out. Now, I am familiar with the book, “Everybody poops” by Taro Gomi and I have read it and I believe expelling wastes is a healthy part of our body and digestive system; still I do not enjoy discussing it, smelling it, seeing it or being told about it. When I have to use the toilet I am quick and efficient, no lingering whatsoever. I wish to add though that when I worked as a long term care aid and I was required to change a person I was not grossed out, I was not disgusted at all. I felt great humility and compassion for those individuals and the same goes for changing a little ones diapers. Granted I still do not enjoy the scent but in that case it is a necessity and I am helping someone who quite frankly is unable to help themselves. I still would not want to have a full on discussion with any of those people about their bowel movements but I would do what was necessary and I would do it without complaint.

Aside from faeces, as I mentioned, nasal mucus is one fluid I genuinely feel icky about. I grew up in a small logger town where many of the truck drivers would actually press a finger against one nostril and then proceed to snot on the ground only to do the same with the other nostril. Even the mere sound of mucus in the nose or throat can bring me to gag. Thankfully I have never had anyone want to wipe their mucus on me or do some weird kinky act with it; still, it leaves me rather uncomfortable.

I am fortunate that my two biggest ick factors are things Master does not wish to sexually, kinkily embrace and ones he can keep at a slight distance from me. What is part of a sexual relationship though would be vaginal and penile secretions and in our relationship, urine. Not my urine per say because I am permitted to use the toilet and in the one time I had to pee outside it was still relatively private. I have never urinated on another person and although the idea does not arouse me at this given moment, maybe one day it would. Master has urinated on me and in me giving me what I consider to be a piss enema. I am aroused when Master marks me in such a fashion; however, I am aroused when it is Master and no one else. I know what Masters urine feels like, smells like and tastes like and I know what Master eats and drinks as well as the fact that he is fully tested and disease and drug free. These are incredibly important facts for me in order to feel comfortable sharing such an intimate and vulnerable experience.  Just as I am comfortable and often crave Masters cum, I am comfortable with my own vaginal fluids as well. I have tasted my own secretions both from my fingers as well as Masters cock and fingers.

Where I am not so comfortable is tasting another woman’s female juice.  I am very sensitive to scents and even though a woman might very well be clean, drug and disease free if her fragrance is unattractive to me I will not desire to taste her or even for her to taste me. Whenever I watch porn and I see female on female and I can actually see the milky, thick cunt fluid I become squeamish; even my face scrunches up, sometimes without me even knowing the muscles on my face have tightened. There is something about fluid that is not transparent that really squirks me and truthfully I have no idea why. If I see two women together and all I can see is a sheen on a finger or vagina that indicates it is wet I am not as uncomfortable but I am not completely at ease either.

Master has a true desire to one day watch me receive pleasure from another woman. I have a really difficult time separating pleasure and submission and for whatever reason I can not seem to move past it; I have yet to acquire the tools in order to retrain my brain into thinking when it comes to a woman I am taking the pleasure and not being given it.  The other side of that coin is that when I think of being intimate with a woman, the idea of me performing oral sex leaves me a little uneasy as well and that goes back to the whole cleanliness or rather lack of cleanliness that the person might exhibit.

I am beyond clean. I shower at least once a day and before living with Master I showered twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. I take all necessary precautions to ensure I am free of all/any sexually transmitted infections and I have done so since I started to be sexually active.  I am tested regularly and when it comes to cleaning the most intimate parts of my body, after every trip to toilet I wipe not only with tissue paper but also a wet wipe to ensure nothing, anywhere, is remaining.

My idiosyncrasies are not always rational. For instance I have no problem with blood or seeing a persons intestinal tract hanging outside of a human being. I can stay calm and helpful when someone has amputated their finger, arm or even leg by an accident and I do not or shall I say, I did not flinch when brains exploded all over my face and body.

But when it comes to every other fluid, consider me hesitant and not overly inviting. This will be something I will work on most likely for the rest of my life. For now, I am okay with myself for not wanting to get too up close and personal when it comes to some fluids and until Master commands me to do so, I will gladly take a back seat to tending to anything that leaves me feeling nauseous.

~cockdoll

(Unknown artist)

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