For years and years the words "Good girl" would turn my knees to rubber and send my heart racing. It was the ultimate compliment and the ultimate reward for things done right.
But while I'm not always a "good girl", I am always a "word girl". I love words.
Words have meaning. Words have meaning to me.
Just like I get bored with the typical "Sir" salutation, "good girl" has lost its ..... *umph* when I hear it. To circumvent the loss of "Sir", I have a tendency to give people their own names: Monty, Mayberry, Ozzy, Prime. These have meaning for me and I don't use them lightly. If I've given someone a special name, that is more powerful than any "Sir" I could utter. It is specific to one person only and, in a way, my gift to them.
"Good girl" just doesn't do it for me any more. I don't know what happened, why it changed or when it occurred but it stopped making me squishy in my girly bits.
There are still words that do have that affect on me and I cherish those when I see them. "Little girl", "little one", "young lady". ***FUCK ME!!*** Young lady is like my kryptonite. I forget everything else and focus on those words when they appear. I become weak in the knees, get warm and tingly through my whole body and it just puts me into that submissive place I love so much.
Does that make me a special snowflake? I don't know. But it is worth thinking about so that I can understand my own subbie brain a little better.
I guess I consider myself special even if I'm not a snowflake.
