A new name & collar

A little while later, master had lifted me on his lap. He was still petting me lightly, though only my neck and back, he wanted me to be focused. He had me recount the rules he had given me, first a few times in order, then he asked me about specific rules and what I was allowed or not allowed to do. I tried my best to remember, but I still made mistakes. Master was very understanding though, he didn’t punish me for my mistakes. Instead, he gave me little hints and encouraged me, praising me and petting my more sensitive spots whenever I got something right. It didn’t take long until I managed to remember everything flawlessly and master was happy.

“Soooo…” master said slowly, removing his hands from my head “Now that I have fed you, we got to know each other a little and you know my rules, I think it's high time to make true on my promise and give you a name.”

I gasped. My very own name? I never had one before, though I knew of course that many masters gave their new slaves names. It was done both for convenience and to make sure that the slaves knew who they belonged to. For this reason, the name very usually as derogatory as they were descriptive, such as Cumdump, Pussycat, Juicycunt and so on. But I was fine with that, I actually looked forward to being given a name. Master had been so kind to me, if he took pleasure in giving me a derogatory name, I would gladly accept it.

“I think, I will call you Kitten. How do you like that?” he asked me, his head behind mine, his hands on my shoulders.

Kitten? No, that couldn’t be right?! That wasn’t a derogatory name at all! It was more like… a pet name. Yes, a name you’d give to a beloved pet! I couldn’t possibly be deserving of that!

“Kitten?” I wondered incredulously.

“No, that’s your name. You Kitten, me master” he joked.

“But… but…” I stuttered “That name is much too nice for me, I am just a filthy demi…”

“Don’t call any pets of mine filthy.” he admonished me in a serious voice “And I told you to stop worrying so much. If I deem a name appropriate for a cute thing such as you, then it is. So, do you like it or not?”

“Y – yes, master. I like it very much” I said, my face blushing red, my tail swishing happily.

“Good, because that’s what I’ll call you from now on.” He said, nudging my head a little forward and gripping the back of my collar “And as such, I can’t allow you to wear this horrible thing any longer!”

With a soft ‘click’ the padlock of my collar came off. I didn’t remember when the padlock had been opened the last time. Like any demi, I had worn a collar for pretty much all my life. We weren’t even allowed to take them off to wash us, we’d just shift them around a little to get to the skin underneath. And this particular collar with the 26 on it had been my companion for as long as I could remember.

Now, I was without a collar. It felt… different. More free, in a way, but also very frightening. I knew that it was fine for me to be without a collar in private if my master decided to take it off, but it still made me feel very anxious. Without a collar, nobody could see that I belonged to master!

But before this feeling could get to my head, master had already slipped another collar around my neck, the soft leather cold on my skin. He closed it with another padlock, the sound was different. Both the padlock and the new collar were lighter, the leather was also softer and seemed more durable as well. Instead of the D-ring and the 26, the new collar just had a small metal reinforcement with an O-ring in the front.

Master pulled me back by my shoulder, looking over me with my new collar. He seemed to like what he saw.

As for me? I was more than happy, I practically beamed with happiness! I had found my master. With a new name and his collar around my throat, I was finally fully his!