No. He has a second gift

He waits patiently for your orgasm to subside, watching you with careful eyes. For a moment you think he may be displeased with you for coming without permission, but he smiles and strokes your cheek as you regain control of yourself, bending down to kiss you gently.

"You are a good Wench," he says softly. "Now sit back." When you obey he opens the other box, pulling out a flat jewellery case. He opens that to show you a fine gold chain with a lock and a single key. He takes it out of the box and holds it up to show you.

"The collar you wear now is only to be worn at my direction. Normally, you will only wear it in this room, or in this apartment. This chain symbolizes that collar, and means exactly the same thing. It is to be worn at all times. I will hold the only key. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master. Thank you Master." He puts the chain around your neck below the leather collar, locking it and taking the key as you look at him with devoted submission. He helps you to your feet and leads you to the mirror, your legs still trembling. You smile as you look at yourself, your dishevelled hair framing your lovely face, your delicious nakedness still showing the red streaks of your flogging, your nipples stiff and swollen from the clamps. You stretch your neck proudly to show of the marks of you submission, preening with happiness at your image, smiling gratefully at your Master who stands behind you.

"Thank you Master," you say. "You have made Wench so happy. You are such a kind Master to Wench." He looks at you with calculating eyes, making you quiver with excitement and the desire to please him.

"May Wench be permitted to give you pleasure Master?" you ask with a voice trembling with excitement and need. "Wench lives only to serve Master."

He appears to consider it for a moment, then shakes his head. "Perhaps later. We have matters to discuss."