Marcie doesn't like to be called certain things.
The whole time we were dating, Marcie was known by various titles. (Those who have read any of the Good Neighbors series know most of them.) She was either Amor (love in Spanish), Beloved, my Pet or some other derivative of those. She would call herself Good Girl at times and Naughty Girl at other times. In many of these situations, they were private between her and I. There were a few times when someone would use it to get my attention although this was limited to Matt and Aubrey because they are so close to me.
However, there are some terms folks like to use that she's not a fan of. Because she is my wife and I love her, I do not ever use the words. I even avoid using some of the other words during love making for similar reasons. In my mind, it is about respect. Marcie is a classy lady, plain and simple. I treat her as such because of that. That's why you'd never catch her wearing a collar with the word slut on it or hearing me refer to her as something else derogatory like that.
I say that because there were times that I would have to defend Marcie's honor. I guess you could say it goes along with the hero complex I deal with. Those who have read the series I am involved in have seen me defend Aubrey and Wes as well as Marcie's sister June. In my mind, I abide by certain principles. Even though in the eyes of others I have been "tamed", I still am the first person to defend those who either can't defend themselves or protect those I care about.
June's ex-husband felt that firsthand on two different occasions. The first was a time he visited our office and tried to get us to become his tech support company with faulty patents and very substandard credentials. He was ready to step to Matt in a threatening manner before I stood between them. I didn't have to raise a fist. I barely had to raise my voice before he backed off. It was a few moments later that he was escorted off the property by our security detail.
The second time was after Marcie and I were married. June told him where the ceremony was. He made the mistake of coming to bring June back after he walked out on her a few days before she came to visit. I ran over from the reception next door to see him yelling at her. I stepped in and avoided his fists before returning two of mine. The police came and he is still in prison at the time of this writing.