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His car? His dog? His pig whore.

February 9th, 2010

I was writing about romance in M/s relationships for Eden Cafe, what with Valentine’s Day stopping by on Sunday, and while I was rereading what I’ve already written, I started thinking about the analogies people often use when describing what a slave is to his or her owner.  Most often used, I think, are pets (usually dogs) and cars.

Even Master does it.  Yesterday, He compared owning a slave to his iPod Touch.  He said something like, “With owning something comes a certain degree of emotional attachment.  Especially if you enjoy owning it.  Take my iPod, for example.  It’s really cool.  I really like it.  I probably could say I love it.  I’d be really upset if anything happened to it.  And the same goes for a slave.  Even if there’s no initial emotional attachment, there would be eventually, if only because it’s your property.  Nobody likes their property destroyed.”

I resisted the urge to point out that we both know He was hopelessly in love with me long before I admitted an interest in being owned.

And that I was hopelessly in love with Him, too.

So I started wondering what object I would liken my position in M’s life to.

I don’t really see myself as a car.  I mean, who buys their car presents? Who, other than collectors, loves their car so much that, when it appears to be broken beyond repair, they do everything in their power to fix it, sparing no cost, even when it’s cheaper to just buy a new car? We maintain the car, and decorate the car as we see fit, and keep it in good working order.  But when it’s in our best interest to junk the car and buy a new one, that’s what we do. 

I’m not really like His computer.  Yeah, He programs it, and it does what He tells it to do.  But a computer isn’t expected to anticipate your needs.  It comes with the basic functions and you add to it, much like a slave, and then, if you program it to do so, it will remember your daily needs.  But it’s not anticipating anything.  You told it, “Every time I do this, you do this.” and a computer, being completely mechanical, cannot deviate from that unless it breaks or you change its programming.

I’m not really a book, or an appliance or furniture.  While sometimes He likes to treat me like a doormat, I wouldn’t say that encompasses who and what I am to Him, either.

I keep coming back to Dave saying:

dweaver999 :
Normally we think of using such things with our pets (and you’re Melen’s pet, right?); and their goal is very much like what Melen said above, to create an immediate responce in the animal.

And I start to wonder why I have such an aversion to being considered His pet.

The connotations of the word “pet” are all over the place in the BDSM community.

In some places, a stereotypical pet is considered to be similar to the “pretty pillow princess slaves” we all turn our noses up at (I think I might be a pretty pillow princess slave, after all.  Maybe I’ll bullet it out for you when I finish this post.).  A pet is someone who’s patted and petted and allowed to lounge around in Master’s lap and cuddle and is basically treated like a lapdog.  They can’t really do any wrong in their owner’s eyes.  Their owner loves them very much.  They’re given presents and rewarded for doing well and kept on leashes and… But! There are no chores or tasks or requirements, really, and rules are few and far between.

Another connotation is basically the same as the first, only there’s none of the lapdog treatment.  These “pets” are often rather highfalutin, and how dare you suggest they might be animals??!?

And then there’s me.  I could be likened to a pet.  Sort of.

This is where I always get hung up.  I suppose you could call me a service pet? I mean, some people come to love their service animals very much.  And service animals do more than lay around all day.  Not much more, these days, what with how we mass produce them and all the modern equipment that has taken over much of their use.  But many of them have some job or purpose or what have you.

I don’t really like the connotations of being someone’s pet.

Which means He’ll probably start calling me “pet” to get under my skin.

He got “pig whore” from Scrubs.  No lie.  That fits me best, I think.  Because when I call someone a pig, I generally mean they’re rude, crude and socially unacceptable.  And when I call them a whore, I mean they like to fuck a lot.

When He calls me pig whore, He means I’m someone who was born to fuck and be kicked around.  Don’t get it twisted.  Just cause He loves me doesn’t mean He doesn’t enjoy kicking my ass.

I fit all those definitions.

But can a pig whore be a pet? And can I be considered a pet even though much of our relationship is service oriented? And am I really a pretty princess pillow slave? Or whatever the fuck it was that bitch said…

I dunno.  He’s been sort of getting inside my head, lately.  Making me think.  As if I don’t do enough of that already.

Anyway, y’all, I’m working on something big (Well, big for us, anyway!) for my birthday.  So keep your eyes peeled.

<3
~pig whore

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  1. alwaysHistora
    February 9th, 2010 at 23:55 | #1

    i can accept being likened to The Man’s dog…as long as people understand it’s more of working arrangement than a pampered pooch arrangement.

    🙂 In fact, He had me pulling a sled full of wood across the snowdrifts. (Mush! Mush!) Holy shit, what a workout!

    i say fuck ’em, whoever wants to disparage who you are to Him. You are *His*.

    Now go and enjoy lounging on your frilly lil pink, pork-chop-scented pillow, woman. You work hard to please Him. 🙂

  2. February 11th, 2010 at 04:41 | #2

    We quite often use the analogy of a police dog.

    They are not domesticated, they are not doted on. They often sleep outside the house, are fed dry food only. They work. They get played with and they get some affection. They absolutely depend on their partner and are so well trained that it’s rare that another one can use it. But they work damn hard. They are not pets.

    Plus they’re mean.

  3. February 11th, 2010 at 15:47 | #3

    Rayne,

    Interesting reaction to the pet thing. I hadn’t thought of the spoiled/pampered idea of pets, probably because I don’t think of my cat as such. On the other hand, she doesn’t have to do much for me, either. I was actually thinking of the type of pet who’s less than a working animal but more than a pretty show piece. They’re supposed to be obedient, loyal, companions for a person or family. As such, they’re thought of as part of the family, but are expected to do what they’re commanded (stay, heel, fetch), to defer to the family in all things, to the point of not retaliating when junior pulls on their wiskers or takes their food bowl away. They may even be expected to protect the kids from danger in some ways.

    Does that describe your relationship with Melen? I’m not sure. There’s no direct correlation to animals for a relationship that includes the right of one to inflict abuse on another (my appologies for the term). But that’s mostly because we recognise that an animal can’t consent to be on the recieving end. We do, however, discipline our pets when they do bad things (or at least the smart owner does), like pissing on the floor or destroying ones shoes.

    Of course, the biggest problem with any label is that people automatically understand it from their own perspective, so where one person sees pets as pampered showpieces, another see pets as more of a working animal. Just look at all the debates on what a slave is over on Fet.

    Dave

  4. February 11th, 2010 at 16:45 | #4

    @dweaver999 No need for an apology. He is occasionally abusive. That’s how we like it.

    I think my adverse reaction to the title “pet” is mostly surrounding the “pampered pooch” connotations.

  5. February 11th, 2010 at 20:06 | #5

    Maybe it’s not politically correct, but I always call jor my “slut”, and that’s how I see him. A skanky little girl that needs to be taken care of. He’s just a possession that I care about. But not a pet. Because pets don’t go to college. Iunno. Never thought about it.
    .-= Kayla´s last blog ..Fluffy Flogger and “Fetish” The Board Game Review =-.

  6. constance
    February 13th, 2010 at 15:28 | #6

    I like the pretty pillow pet analogy I would love to show that to Master and then watch him laugh his ass off at me.,…lol. Still I wouldnt mind being likened to a dog as I see them as faithful and loyal and they always love you and are happy to see you no matter how short a time you have been away. I think you know what your dynamic is and screw anyone who cant deal with it or feels they need to dengrate it to feel better.

  7. February 14th, 2010 at 10:20 | #7

    @Kayla Now that’s not exactly true. Obedience school is kind of like college for pets. 😛
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    @constance I agree! 🙂 Thanks for the comment!

  8. WhytRose
    April 22nd, 2012 at 18:26 | #8

    I was once asked as a Domme what I see owning a sub/slave was like. I told them that I see it more like a champion working animal. They are owned, trained, and under control and made to do as the owner wishes. At the same time they are cherished, often loved deeply and taken good care of. I do not see them as “pets” as pets are spoiled and other then emotional bond fairly worthless.

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