What’s In a Word?

Boy, pig, slave. I’ve been all of them. What is the difference? Or is there a distinction without a difference? Is it just power exchange in a bdsm relationship by another name? Yes, and no.

Just like with chastity, there is no one right way to have a D/s relationship. Your dynamic as a sub with your Dominant is yours, but for me, there is a subtle, but very real difference in how what my Dominant refers to me as makes me feel.

As a boy, I had a fair amount of free will. There was a lot of negotiation regarding how much power I was willing to give up. It’s one of the reasons why I was a terrible boy. I have a dominant streak, and if I have a chance to Top, even from the bottom, I usually assert myself (or at least, I used to). So much so that in my first Daddy/boy relationship, it morphed into a much more of a “partner” idea than a D/s power exchange. Sure, I was his bottom, but I had a lot of say in the when, where, and why. He still called me boy, and I still felt submissive much of the time, but I always felt free to say no if I wasn’t feeling it.

With my former Master, before I accepted his collar as his slave, he had a very detailed conversation with me. By becoming his slave, I was giving up all control. I was giving up the “no”. The answer was always to be yes. I was not allowed a safe word, could not ask him to stop, could not refuse an order, and was always to answer yes Sir. He did give me the option of asking for a time out if I was overwhelmed, where we would discuss what was going on, but he could resume if he desired. It was a very different dynamic and one I entered into with considerable thought and absolute trust.

Now, I’m my Sir’s pig. We have briefly discussed my desires to be a slave, but he is cautious about moving there at this time. Is there a difference between a boy and a pig? I know a lot of very piggy boys. So, a boy can certainly be a pig, but in my case, a pig is not a boy. It’s somewhere between boy and slave. As a pig, he expects quite a bit of submission with very little resistance, but I do have some hard limits that he needs to respect. In truth, I wouldn’t become a slave to someone who was interested in pursuing the activities I categorically refuse to participate in. These are practices I consider unacceptably dangerous. But in every other way, I feel a slave. I am owned. He has said so many times. He owns my body, and he can do pretty much what he pleases with it. I feel like being called his pig is basically being a slave in waiting. It’s not quite a slave, but it’s close.

Still, he is my Sir, not my Master, and I am his pig, not his slave, and therein lies a world of difference in our dynamic. I think it’s a good middle ground for the moment and for where we are at. The relationship is too new for me to commit to being his slave, yet it is more intensely D/s than being merely his boy. Pig is the term he chose. I might prefer slave under consideration, or something along those lines, but ultimately what he calls me doesn’t matter. What matters is how he makes me feel, and how I please him.

Sexually, I am, to be honest, a pig. I love piss, spit, and cum on me or in me. I want to be used. I have few limits, but I do have a one or two (my hair is a hard limit…not my body hair, my head hair…touch it and die). But I do feel I have the right to say no Sir at this point in time if I’m not up for something, which as a slave is not an option. And I feel Sir respects that. I think it’s a good place for us to be in right now, and maybe that’s where we will stay. I’m okay with that. I’m getting what I need and I think he is getting what he needs as well, and in the end, that’s really all it’s about.

-Doc

Published by Locked Doc

Middle aged switch reclaiming his kink and exploring Bdsm with both his husband and his Master. Always locked.

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