Nicknames

Nicknames have always been something I’ve cherished. When chosen by a loved one, they’re special and hold a lot of meaning to me. If someone calls me something, it’s theirs and no one else’s. Just like I could never call two people the same nickname.

Growing up, I had a few from various family members. The one my Dad has always called me had to be mentioned to partners when I decided to delve into D/s as it’s a common nickname in that dynamic. Nobody is calling me that but him.In my current relationships, I have a couple. One, was a topic of conversation recently.

The nickname my Sir calls me is “kitten.” He asked me this weekend why I thought he decided to call me that.

My reply was: “because it’s a name I like and I sort of asked if you could call me that.”

Nope.

To paraphrase Him: I’m very independent. I like to do things on my own and not need anyone. But when I make a connection, it’s strong. I hold on fiercely and need attention from them.

Although I’m not necessarily playful and kitten like per se, I do have characteristics like a cat.

Plus, I’ve always loved cats. We currently have 2 dogs and 1 cat. Although I love my dogs to the ends of the earth and back, I am and will always and will be a “cat person.”

So, the nickname “kitten” kind of fits.

I haven’t heard the explanation for the other nickname I have from one of my partners…maybe I’ll have to ask.