It was a Tuesday morning and the mall wasn't very busy. I took a seat by the windows in the food court where I was told. I had the large coffee I was told to get as well as a large coffee for myself. I was dressed in the button down shirt, jeans, and slip on shoes I was told to wear - nothing else except my wedding ring. I took my keys, wallet, and phone out, took a picture of myself and texted it to him, then placed them on the table next to his coffee. The only thing left in my pocket was the pair of my wife's panties he told me to bring.
I'm happily married and very much heterosexual. I don't know why I actually showed up here putting everything at risk, especially meeting another man who says he is going to take my wife from me. I guess I figured he wouldn't show up or that I would leave before he did and the excitement would give me weeks of fantasies. Or maybe I was just curious. Or maybe this is what I am. It didn't take much talking to get me here. My wife was gone until tomorrow visiting her mother so this was the time to see.
He walked up to the table before I even noticed him. He picked up my keys and put them in his pocket. "Hello slave. I didn't think you would actually show" he said then laughed. He sat down then picked up my coffee and spit in it three times. He said, "You realize since you showed up that your mine until I decide otherwise don't you?"
"Yes Sir, I understand," I said.
"You are not an I or a me - you are either slave or it," he quietly reminded me.
"Yes Sir, it understands," I replied.
"Drink your coffee slave and do not say a word unless asked a question," he ordered.
"Yes Sir," I quietly replied.
He picked up my wallet and pulled everything out of it. He took my license, registration, credit cards, cash, and the picture of my wife and put it all in his jacket pocket. He put the other pictures of my family and the other information I had and put it back in my wallet, then pushed it in front of me. He said, " Throw this in the garbage over there." He sipped his coffee as he watched me throw out the wallet. It hurt knowing I was throwing out the pictures of my kids, my parent, information I needed for work.
"What's the pin for this debit card slave?" He asked.
"5746," I told him.
He wrote it down on the card. Then he held up my phone to my face to unlock it. He then started looking through it. He started hitting buttons then held it up to his face.
He said, "Now I'm the only one who can open slave's phone. Slave said it's wife wasn't home today, right?"
"Yes Sir," I replied.
"Good, then I have lots of time to look through my new phone later. Did slave bring it's owner it's wife's panties?" he asked.
"Yes Sir, it did, I replied."
"Give them to me slave." He ordered.