"...fine." He grumps at you. "I'll be your owner." muttering that out, looking rather sullen. "So can I least call you a name now?"
You process his question and nod. "Yeah, anything you want Master! It's your job to name me!" You...you have an Owner. YOU HAVE AN OWNER! Your entire being sings with joy at that thought. Your Owner. Your Owner right here. Your perfect Owner forever! Well, perfect once he's been made into a perfect Owner. For starters, he's too timid. And he hardly looks the part of a proper Owner of a doll of your caliber. But you can change that. You know how.
But your Master doesn't know that as he sighs a bit, shaking his head and looking at you. "Can I order you to pick your own name?"
"No Master!" you cheerfully reply. He needs to be less timid. More willing to understand that he owns you now. "That's your job!"
"...fine." Muttering a bit more, something about "wanting his friend back." or something. You don't really pay it much mind. You're still here! Just much better! "...Sapphire." he says suddenly, sounding surprised at his answer. "That's your name." Voice sounding a little distant.
You roll it over in your mind. You're Sapphire. And that thought brings you so much joy. You're Sapphire and you have a Master. An imperfect Master, but that'll change. He named you so he'll...change to be perfect? That's how it works. "I'm Sapphire, Master!" you beam and curtsey at him.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." He agrees, weakly, seeming a bit out of it. "Look, lets just...lets just go back to my place, okay?"
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You drove Brian back and put him to bed. He said he felt out of it and wanted to take a nap. Having a Master is the best! You felt amazing cleaning up his apartment and even just being idle feels great now that you know you've got someone to own you. A sudden knock at the door spurs you to action, your latex frame rushing to it to see who's outside. But the only thing visible is a box, similar to one you saw a few hours earlier, lying right in front of the door.
Quickly hurrying it inside and setting it down on the kitchen table, you hear your Master slowly stirring from his rest, naked and confusedly stumbling out into the kitchen, looking like he's out of it. "Ah! Master! Don't worry! I'll dress you!" you smile, guiding him over to the box and opening it, revealing....