I grew up on stories about true names. The idea that names have power, and you should be careful to who you hand them out. Rumpelstiltskin is the most obvious. Things magically resolve themselves when his name is spoken. But there were more. Egyptian mythology has this trope, and it is a major plot point in the Inheritance Cycle series. When the real name is spoken, the speaker has power over the named. The Ents from Tolkien's work seem to think so, and so do the dragons. I heard stories of being influenced, or even controlled when your real name, a True Name, is spoken. It felt like a magical link between the speaker and the named, a connection to be followed, to be obeyed.

There is something incredibly hot about being called 'good girl' in a hypnoscene. It pushes pleasure buttons and it makes one all blushy. It makes me sink deeper, and it makes me want to be good, it makes me nameless and therefore freer than I am in everyday conversations.

There is something incredibly intimate, and mind shambeling when the $GivenName is used. It makes things real and personal. It makes me feel more vulnerable. It is so much harder to resist. It makes me link myself to my body, to my sense of self, and lays that connection bare.

Adding to a name changes the perception, too. A 'pretty/beautiful $GivenName', will make me blushy and self-conscious, where a 'little $GivenName', makes me small and powerless, in contrast with the speaker. It almost feels like a title.

But removing is effective too. Using $givenname, is such a subversion of the normal usage and social norms. It breaks a social contract and a pattern. It leaves me open to the other ways the social contract can be broken.

One of my earliest literary memories is that you should not give out your name freely. As knowledge is power, names are knowledge, so names have power.