Fuckpet

"Time's up. What is your new name?" She said suddenly.

Will had no idea what she wanted. He had to say something though, "Fuckpet." He finally said.

"Pet? Is that how you see yourself? My pet?" Will felt the question was rhetorical so he didn't answer. She stood up and stepped over to him to grab his leash, "Well at least you didn't try to keep a real name, so I won't **** you...just yet anyway. Still I don't see you as a pet. Pets are for belly rubs and cuddling. You won't get any of that here. No, I'll call you...Whore. Yes, nice and simple. You even get to keep the same first letter, aren't I generous?"

She tugged harshly on the leash, "Yes Mistress." He quickly said.

"You know I really love this new app. Of course at any point in history I could have called you whore. Even **** you to call yourself that. But you'd always retain your original name. But with this..." He saw her pull out her phone and start tapping, "A few keystrokes and Willa disappears. You won't be able to say your name at all, you won't even think of yourself as Willa anymore. Now you are just Whore."

Whore blinked. She felt the change occur. My name is...Whore. That's all she could think of. She tried thinking back, but every past memory had people calling her Whore, as if that had always been her name.

"Yes you realize what you are now don't you? Let's make a few more changes..." More keystrokes and suddenly Whore found herself falling to the ground. Instinctively she tried to stand again, but couldn't. "That's right, you can't walk anymore. I might change my mind later, but for now I prefer you like this. Well I'd like to play with you more, but I've a very busy woman. Honeycunt will collect you later but for now you will wander the halls. Do not stop crawling unless ordered to. Obey anyone who can speak. Get going."

Whore found herself compelled to start crawling away. She felt her breasts swaying and could feel the cold steel of the leash bouncing against them as she crawled. The floor was hard and cold, but she wasn't about to complain. Better to spend the day crawling around than to be left with Ms. Balfour and her imagination. She tried to stop to think about what direction to go, but found she wasn't able to. Instead her body picked for her and she kept going down one long hallway.