Mary parked her car in front of Isaiah's garage door.
He had sent her a text the night before to be at his house at 10 AM sharp. Seeing the message, her mind raced back to the night of the poker game. Isaiah had just beaten her husband's hand with a royal flush in spades. The husband had put Mary up as part of the stakes in the pot, and she allowed it. She still didn't know what Isaiah meant when he had told her "You are Mine." What was he thinking?
But still, He had sent the message. Mary showed it to her husband and he only said "I guess you better go over there."
So here she was, sitting in her car in front of his garage door, wondering what to do next. The house, or what she saw of it as she drove up, was huge! Mary didn't know how much money Isaiah had, or what he did to make it, but He did spend a good deal on His dwelling.
While she was looking at the house from her car, suddenly the garage door started to go up. As it got fully raised, she could see inside. The floor was tiled in red and white squares. The walls were plain white. No cars, no tool racks, no nothing. Empty as a cave. Then Mary's text chime went off on her phone.
Pull in and park, the incoming message read.
It was from Isaiah's number.
She did as ordered and pulled her car in. As soon it was all the way, the door started down on it own. The phone chimed again: "Come inside."
Mary saw the door to her right, as soon as she stepped from the car. It was white, like the walls, and the only thing setting it off was everything was the bronze handle. The door opened into a small, but well furnished kitchen. She was shocked at the size, considering how big the house was. But then she saw Isaiah sitting at a wooden table.
He gazed at her with his ice blue eyes, taking her in from head to foot. When he got down to her sneakers, he told her "You will have to take those off every time you come in here. Put them on the rack next to the door, with the socks in each one.
She looked down right and left and found a small wooden rack on the left hand floor, next to the door. With a rather perplexed look on her face, she did as she was told and took off both of her sneakers, followed by the socks. Once each sock was placed in the appropriate shoe, she placed them on the rack and stood back up.
Mary's eyes found Isaiah had turned back to some papers on the table before him. He didn't seem to be paying any attention her at all. This went on for some minutes, until he nodded to himself, picked up a pen and wrote at the bottom of a page. Pushing the papers away from him, Isaiah pointed to the chair across the table from him and said "Sit".
Frowning, she went over to the spot he indicated, pulled out the chair and sat. She was still frowning at Him when he folded His hands together in front of him and gave her a speech:
"I won you fair and square at the game. Both you and your husband agreed to it. Now you are mine, to do with as I will. you are not going to live with me here, but you will come when you are bidden. You will do as I say, eat what I give you, sleep where I tell you. You are still married to him but you are my property."
Mary, of course was quite shocked! She could not believe what she was hearing! People didn't own people anymore, it was illegal! She blurted all this out to Isaiah!
He simply smiled and told her she was correct. "But still it happens all the time. People do own other people. It is part of the lifestyle I live." Using the two index fingers on His hands, He pointed at her, continuing "Your husband owes me a debt. He knew this when he put you up as security at the game. When I won, you became my object. My thing."
Laughing at Him, she flung a question: "What, are you going to fuck me now?"
"Not right now," He returned. "But later, yes I am going to fuck you. Very roughly and very repeatedly. I am also do some very horrible things to you. Things you have never had happen to you. Some of it will be very painful, some of it will be very arousing. But it will only happen at my desire."
Mary snorted. Was Isaiah talking about kinky bondage stuff? She asked herself. Was this something out of those 50 Shades of Grey books she read awhile back? My God, He must be kidding!
With all that rattling around in her brain, the only words that came out of her mouth was "What if I don't want to be your property?"
Leaning back in his chair, again He smiled. "Well then," He told her, "You should put your shoes back on and go.", turning his head to the door.
But looking back at her "And never come back. However, you and your husband will be banned from further games. No more poker and no more friends. Everyone knows the debt you owe me. I will accept no payment and will have nothing to do with you or your husband. I make no demands. It is all up to you."
Mary blinked at Him, from across the table. She knew he was serious and what the ramifications where. Breaking off His stare, she looked down at the table. Thoughts ran through her head. She measured out what saying no meant, not only to her but to her husband as well. Mary was also intrigued as to what being Isaiah's property would be like.
After what seemed like days, she came to an answer for herself. Closing her eyes and nodding at the table top, she spoke one word:
"Ok."
The sound of His chair sliding back came to her ears, as did His spoken command of "Come." Opening her eyes and looking up, she saw he was leaving the room, to go deeper into the house. She quickly got up herself to follow him.
He had crossed one room, only to exit through another door. In trying to catch up, she found herself in a small darkened room. The only lights were those framed around a large mirror on the wall. This mirror was set above a desk like table, also attached to the wall. In front of that, was a small, white chair on a swivel. Like something you would find in a barber shop.
Mary looked around the room and then over to Isaiah, next to the chair. "Sit" He told her.
Again, she did as she was bidden. After placing herself in the chair, He spun it around to face the mirror. Mary tried to use her hand to shade her eyes from the lights, but Isaiah would not allow that. He grabbed her hand and put it on the arm of the chair. Looking down, was somewhat horrified at what He did next.
Isaiah buckled her wrist into a leather cuff on the chair, then repeated the action with her other hand. Making sure the cuffs were tight, but not overly so, He then turned bent down and reached under the desk. What he pulled out was a Styrofoam head with something on it.
On the fake head was a leather hood. Open eye holes, as well as one for the mouth. "This, "He told her, "is yours. You are going to wear it all the time you are here. " Isaiah turned it around to show Mary the back of the hood. Laces ran down the back of the head. She also saw that the where the part that wrapped around the neck had a small lock.
Isaiah spun the chair around again and stood between it and the mirror. Suddenly, Mary could feel a brush being run though her hair. Long stroke, starting at her forehead and running down to the tips at her shoulders. Stroke after stroke after stroke after stroke.
Then they stopped as quickly as they started. Only to be replaced by a hard yank of hair, as it was gathered and bound into a pony tail. Then is voice told her to close her eyes.
Soon after following his command, Mary felt as if she has walked into a very small closet. There was a sense of pressure on her face and head. She was having problems breathing through her nose, so opened her mouth to get some air. Then she began to feel and increase in the pressure, as if her skin was drying up.
Mary's world seemed to spin again, as He turned the chair back to the mirror and told her to open her eyes.
What she saw in the mirror, she did not recognize. In place of her tanned skin and blonde hair was a mannikin of black leather. The eye holes were small enough not to show any skin, but only the eyes themselves. The mouth hole was from her upper lip to the beginning of her chin. Her nose was completely covered, with just two small circles to let in air.
Standing behind her, Isaiah looked into the mirror to lock her gaze. "When you wear this, you are no longer Mary. You are a thing. You are an object. You no longer have a name, but what I call you. When you are not wearing it, you will keep it close to you: in your purse, under your pillow at night when you sleep, wherever you go, it goes with you."
"Do you agree, thing?" He asked her.
The thing broke off her look at him and looked at itself one final time in the mirror.
"Yes, Sir" it nodded.