An interesting feature of the new nomenclature:
I know shit’s gotten serious
when he stops calling me “kitten”
and starts calling me “fuckdoll.”
nomenclature
“If you want to call me ‘dolly,’” I said, “you have to treat me like one.”
“I don’t already treat you like my doll?” he asked. “Just because you’re my dolly doesn’t mean I can’t treat you rough.”
He became Sir really naturally.
I don’t remember the first time I called him that or whose idea it was. But, he was Sir and that was that.
I’ve struggled finding a name for myself to match it. Something he can call me in the dynamic that isn’t my name.
“Sweetheart” is more for a certain kind of mood, when I’m all little and he’s being bad and mean and rough. And the name he calls me when I’m a kitty is basically limited to me being a kitty. (It’s a cute name, though. Trust.)
In the past, I’ve gone by bitch (but I never, ever will again.) And slut (also a no.) And pet (which I don’t know if I want to anymore.)
He’s called me girl. But we agree that it’s hard to start a sentence with girl without it sounding like “GURL.” He tried “little one” this morning and it made me smile but I don’t know if it’s something that’s as natural as “Sir.” And then there’s “kitten.” I don’t know. The syllables sound the best, but I don’t know.
I guess I just don’t feel like I can figure out a name that fits me as well as Sir fits him.
Sigh. Nomenclature.