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She was silent for a moment before raising her head, giving you a soft smile and confidently answered: I choose the collar.

You were kind of shocked. Sure this behaviour isn’t entirely out of place in sandylands but you weren’t exactly selling the idea and were fully prepared for her to choose pleasure.

You deposited the vibrator and calmy reached forward with the collar. She obediently exposed her neck. “Are you sure? This will be your final chance.”

“Yes I am sure, I submit myself fully to you”.

And with those words you closed the collar around her neck sealing her fate as your ****.

Since I own you now I suppose I should ask for your name. It would be inconvenient to keep calling you “****”.

Yes sir, my name was Myra. But I would like for master to give me a new name more befitting for my role. She meekly awsered.

(I can understand not wanting to use your real name as your **** name. And she seems to be into humiliation, so lets do something with that).

“Very well Now how shall I name you?” You loudly monologued. Since you are a girl i’ll give you a girly name. You’re masochistic and submissive. You paused for a minute to think.

(And then an idea popped into your head) and with an evil grin you focused your attention back on her.

But a **** doesn’t get a name based on their personality or traits do they? A **** is property of their master. And you dont name a lamp after his personality, you call it a lamp because of its physical attributes. So lets think about your physical attributes: you have a fit body but its battered and bruised, you have beautifull blonde hair but its dirty, and a cute face thats always contorted with either pain or pleasure. No there’s only 1 physical attribute that stays consitent, and the very reason I captured you in the first place. A great pair of tits, even when obstructed their size and strength still shines through.

So that will be your name: Boobs. Just boobs. Because you are nothing more to me.

You crouched down so you were at her eye level.

“Do you accept your new name?”

You were still testing her limits so if she showed even the slightest hint of **** you would give her a more appropiate name. Still she seemed to have no limit. She looked up at you, with her dirty and exhausted face and practically beamed happiness when she responded “yes master, and thank you”.

Suprised you gave her a few more moments to change her mind but when that didn’t come you put the ball gag back in her mouth.

“You did well today, take a short rest. We have much left to do”.

You weren’t sure if she heard all that because she had fallen into a deep asleep. She was kind of cute when she wasn’t constantly horny. You used your jacket to make her a pillow before moving towards the 2 other girls.

As you arrived you saw your newly captured “hero” trying to help your previous victim without much success. You pulled them away from each other before taking your stressball into a familliar pose. She didn’t even struggle as you fondled her body, meanwhile the hero looked on in disbelief.

Releasing one of her boobs you grabbed your foldaphone to start planning a route towards the nearest deposit. You were in luck and there was one fairly close by. You guessed it would take about 15 minutes if you were carrying one of the girls.

Satisfied with your planned route you carefully carried the hero to the masochist and tied her legs to a tree so she couldn’t crawl away, you also requested her to not wake up the other girl (and if she did she wouldn’t like the consequences). Once that was done you grabbed your favorite stressball and slung her coccooned form over your shoulder and marched off towards the deposit, leaving your backpack behind.