He was naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. Before he had entered the room, he had a name, an identity, a sense of self. But as he crossed the threshold to his Master’s bedroom, he lost it all. He has no name, as objects have no need of names. He has no identity beyond that of a toy; his master had no need for another boyfriend. He has no sense of self, only a sense of obligation to his Master.
He had to prepare before he could enter the room. First, he bathed himself washing away all the distractions of his life. Then he shaved himself smooth, creating a vast canvas of skin for his Master to work on. He then went to his Master on his knees presenting his body for inspection. The Master examined him with the upmost scrutiny. He was nervous, the slightest error would result in Master ignoring him for the night.