BDSM is Love

I’ve had to learn a lot about courtesy and respect since I met Master. I am ashamed to admit that my family was rude, obnoxious and crude. I picked it up and didn’t bat an eyelash when I treated people poorly. I was described by my best friend as being harsh and without tact. I was by far from polite and respectable.When Master first arrived I noticed something about him. He was very polite to anyone. He held the door for people, he said please and thank you all the time. He would give complete strangers a benefit of a doubt. I was amazed and held him in higher esteem. He was definitely someone to look up to and idolize.

It was no surprise then that my very first rule was to say please and thank you for things. This happened almost immediately. When I forgot to say please or thank you at first it was a gentle reminder. Then it began to change and I didn’t get the things I asked for if I didn’t say please and they were taken away if I didn’t say thank you. It felt like I was a child learning these basic societal rules all over again. I struggled against it. Impoliteness had served me fine until now. I even threw a few fits. I know that during all this new learning I didn’t realize that this would make me a better person.

The respect that he gave to others; known or not was the next lesson. He got stirred by the treatment that servers were getting at a restaurant our munch group was at. She was the only one to our table of 30+ people. She was stretched to her limit and a Dom at the end of the table was not treating her with any sort of courtesy or respect. I could see the scowl on Master’s face instantly. He was not happy. This was my first example of what Master expected out of me.

Shortly after my lessons began, but they were so subtle that I didn’t even know what was going on. I started treating servers, cashiers and greeters with courtesy and common respect. I said my p’s and q’s to them as well. In short I treated them as human… equals even. Master had brought me down off my high horse and made me realize that I was no better than anyone else. It was and still is very humbling.

I’m still working hard at holding doors and acknowledging others when they smile or greet me. I don’t hold my head down and try to fly past them anymore. All people are worth knowing, even for a short time. This is what Master has taught me.

Now I’ve moved forward and another rule has been given to me. I haven’t had much of a chance to use it yet but I’m sure that the occasions will still arise. I am to address all Dominants as Sir or Madam. He has even requested that I use the English form or titling, which is ‘Title Name’; So it is Sir Dom and Madam Domme.

I must ask permission to speak to a submissive unless she is already speaking to me. This one is really hard. I find myself not wanting to talk at all, rather than excuse my interruption of a Dom to ask if I can talk to his/her submissive. Of course it is all proper and respectful and I know it will reflect well on Master if I behave as he wishes.

All of this is the next level of social protocol pressed into my new self. These new rules also apply to online, and I’m sure that those I speak to may notice this change if they speak to me frequently. It’s easier online as I don’t have to be face to face with those that I’ve spoken to. It’s also more difficult with those people that I’ve known for awhile. I’ve gotten comfortable calling them by their nicks that adding a title to them feels almost foreign.

This is, of course, just another form of respect that Master expects out of me. I am happy to conform as I know that it is pleasing to him. By no means is it an easy process. I’ve had to do a lot of changing, mental rebuilding and tearing down old ways. He has been my rock and protector through all this. He wishes that his girl becomes a lady. I don’t intend to disappoint him.

–luna