Real name, at least for now

You explain that your name is Nadia Emmons, and that your being a resident of Earth Prime, as they call it, affords you great privileges while the woman from his world you resemble, named Daenerys, is a Character. That in Earth Prime, she's played by a real woman named Emelia, who, despite being physically identical to the Character of Daenerys, is considered a person while all the infinite copies of her from other dimensions are not.

He's already been told some of this, but you bring it up again deliberately at this time so he understands the significance of a legal identity.

"Nadia," he says after a moment's consideration. "I like it. Then I shall call you Nadia."

Hearing him say your real name shatters whatever final refuge of roleplay your mind harbored. This is very real. You are genuinely being kept on the end of a leash by a murderous warlord, a **** for his pleasure. It's a delicate arrangement, requiring secrecy from the world, but it is as real as the steel around your throat.

"Thank you, Master."

Khal grunts in response. After a brief, comfortable silence, he adds, "When can we remove the 'chip' you spoke of, the one that allows you to control me? I dislike this feeling." His grip tightens on your leash as he clenches his fist. "An enemy I cannot fight. It is cowardly."

"I swear I will do everything I can, Khal. I swear it. Release me from my chains and I will begin working immediately."

He eyes weigh you carefully. "Do not betray me."

That deep voice, rumbling through the bare chest beneath you, inspires such a delicious desire to submit. "Never, Master. I brought you here specifically to rule over me. I will see it through. I am yours already."

The collar comes off of your neck, leaving you free of any restriction since he first laid hands on you the night before. It's thrilling, to consider everything that's happened.

"Go, then, Nadia. Set me free."

You slip off of his warm body to stand on shaky legs beside the bed. "Yes, Khal."

It takes some researching in some seedy corners of the Internet, but you are able to pick up the trail of a Modder who operates outside of regulatory oversight. Someone who takes cash and doesn't ask any questions. You have to jump through a bunch of hoops to eventually get a lead on a very hard-to-use encrypted messaging system. Every message requires you to fully type out a huge string of letters and numbers to direct it to the intended party and it keeps changing every few minutes.

But finally, eventually, after transferring some money and agreeing to a host of strict rules for an in-person meetup, you have a time and place.

Tonight. Only an hour's drive away. It's happening. This is really going to happen. It's almost too much to process.

When you report back to Khal, he is pleased.

"Very good, my pet. Now, restrain yourself."

You blink, confused, and he gestures to a gag, blindfold, and handcuffs laid out on the bed.

"Put these on until it is time to go. I will release you when you can be of use to me again. Obey me. Now."

Feeling a thrill that may never fully go away, you nod meekly and comply, gagging yourself first, then pulling on the blindfold, and locking the handcuffs around your hands behind your back. He closes the metal collar around your neck again and then secures you to something nearby. Then he simply leaves the room and you are alone again. Waiting to be used.

Strangely, you are at peace in the dark. Your biggest concern is whether or not there will be time for a shower before it's time to depart.