You call your boyfriend, your owner, so what does he call you?
Hello!
Well, that's a very interesting question! The kind I like, because it shows you’ve read or browsed through my blog with a bit of attention.
The first and most important thing to explain is that I only refer to my boyfriend as "owner" here on Tumblr. Never in our private life. This is because the word "owner" makes the type of relationship my owner and I have very clear on my blog. In our day-to-day life, I only use pet names with him (melón, bombonsito, niño guapo, mi vida, etc.). When we go into play mode, or he gets bossy with me, or I simply please him (or we please each other), that’s when I always call him "Sir." Yes, in English.
However, he doesn't use any terms from the four-letter world that starts with B, ends with M, and has D and S in the middle with me. He knows I don't like swear words (I rarely use them) and that I like to be polite, so all those derogatory words like "wh--e" or "sl--e" don't fly with me, nor do their Spanish equivalents.
I don't know if this is the answer you were expecting, but it's an honest one. The kind of relationship that binds my owner and me is one born out of affection and love—a love that, to this day and after quite a few years together, we continue to profess to each other. We are still in love and, especially me, I am very affectionate and cuddly (he is too, even if he has a hard time admitting it). All that sappiness is always present in our relationship, even when I very gladly get down on my knees at his feet for him to use me as he pleases.
