At last my pathetic slave choked his constant sobs down to a pitiful whimpering, and he nodded.
“Good, Slut-boy,” I breathed. “The first gift I have for you is just that: your new name. From now on you shall be known exclusively as Slut-boy. And when we are married, and you take on my last name, we will have your former first name legally changed. Just think of the exquisite humiliation of signing every document ‘Slut-boy’, and seeing that name on every piece of correspondence that comes to you. You will never be able to go an hour or a day without remembering this momentous night. And as for your other present, I have it right here…”
