Of Course, You Say You're Her Owner

"Are you my owner?" Joy asks again. Her voice is as dead as her eyes.

The oddity of the situation having sunken in, you turn to the question of how to answer it. What exactly are you supposed to say in this situation? What else is there to say? Joy had started this entire ordeal by promising it would ad some kink to your love life. And it certainly seemed like whatever was happening wouldn't be resolved until you actually answered the question. What would she do, for example, if you said no to her?

"Yes. I am." You cough. You tap your foot nervously on the ground.

"What is your name, owner?" Joy asks. Her tone is the same. Flat, powerful, supernatural. This question is a bit easier.

"Arnold Keyman." You say.

Suddenly, the collar launches once more into a powerful glow. This time, you're not taken off guard quite as dramatically. You throw your hands over your eyes and wait it out until the light settles. When it does, everything looks...much the same...

You take a step closer. Now you realize the change. The tag that had appeared on her collar before is different now. Where once it had been empty, it was now engraved with writing, illuminated faintly by the same green glow as the collar's runes.

Joy Keyman.
Property of Arnold Keyman.

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