A question that comes up about specific protocols (rules, guidelines, rituals, anything else in that umbrella) is:
What’s the real difference between, “Yes, Mistress,” and, “Yeah?”
What does it matter if your hands are boxed behind your back or palms up on your thighs?
Why dinner at six and not maybe six-ten?
Why have the house at 73*, not one up at 74*?
Why not make that second of eye contact during that trip into her office to grab the label maker?
Are the tweezers during shaving inspections really necessary?
Well, the answer in a way is simple: the M-type cares. Maybe a little. Maybe a lot. But they care. That is why that rule got set and that is why they bothered to express that preference. And when it’s laid out like that—the M-type who cares about that gives the s-type the gift of having something to obey. A way for them to say back, in words or action or mannerism or timing or choice or meticulousness—I care. About you, about our dynamic, about adhering to your preference, authority, power, will. I care about showing you my love, respect, submission.
It doesn’t have to be a strong feeling or opinion. The slave’s purpose and personal desire, here at least, is to give the M-type as much of what they want as possible—so the more wants expressed, the more to give. Nothing is too insignificant to bother with—that’s a slave’s job and joy.
Protocols are a how—how to express devotion to the dynamic, love for the person.
And if those wants aren’t laid out—the messages can get a little messier to send and receive.
Protocols (or rituals, rules, guidelines) enhance the bond of a dynamic. They’re the language those in it speak to each other. They set the tone of dominance and submission (and sometimes set a subtype of it, too)—and let you, and all involved, know your place in it.
Dictating the little things allows focus—maybe the clarity of mind to focus on the big things, maybe the peaceful mindfulness for the little actions—depending on the situation.
The thing is that caring about a small thing—a word choice, a posture, a time, a degree—isn’t so small when it’s a chance for communication.
A chance to say: I care. I’m yours.