words

I am once again stuck on words and labels and preconceptions. The source this time is the Windy City MAsT that I'd like to attend tomorrow.

A submissive who is also attending the SJW is going to be there with her Master. I'd love to meet her...to know someone else who was going to the retreat...to be a little more at ease.

But...

"most slaves and submissives still make their owner comfortable by getting them beverages or food and the like."

What the hell. I bulk and bulk HARD at that. I'm not OWNED. Beloved and Sir have both said that something to the effect that there isn't a man alive who could MASTER me. I am a wild, flighty flirty pixie. I serve and submit to please those I love and trust. Everyone else can play at their own risk.

Sir, of course, laughed at me, pointing out that assumptions and labels and those prickly things that I dislike so damn much are a burr under my hide. Seriously, if we could just get away from the WORDS, I think I'd be very happy in this lifestyle...

Perhaps so would Beloved. "I want to find a way to collar you that makes more sense."

*soft sigh* I do, too.