Monica awakes to her new life

Admira Note: Hiya! The way this works is Skar and I will mostly trade off chapters and perspectives. Hence me putting Monica at the start here. Though sometimes we'll have multiple pov switches in the same chapter because neither of us want to have itty bitty two paragraph chapters for this story.

Hope you enjoy!

Monica—

I awoke with the echoes of a very odd dream bouncing around in my head. Flashes of color and feelings jumbled together with no rhyme or reason. They were good. So good I laid there for too long enjoying them and the warm early morning sunlight from the window.

Even as I managed to get up and start my day, those echoes kept a smile on my face and a spring in my step as I followed a simple yoga routine. As good as it was, I couldn't remember much detail about the dream, something about signing a very important document that would make my dreams come true.

"If only..." I muttered to myself as I tugged on my clothes, a dark green hoodie that matched my eyes and faded black skinny jeans. My job as assistant librarian at the local college thankfully did not require any kind of dress code aside from not naked. "What kinda dream even was that? Dreaming about fulfilling my dreams? Pfft."

After breakfast and checking the news (mistake), I headed to my mirror to fix my hair and put on the minimum amount of makeup needed to keep people from asking if I’m sick.

The dream was forgotten.

My dark brown hair was pinned in a high ponytail by one hand and I was digging in the drawer for a spare hair tie with the other, when I found a card? Business card? Playing card? Something like that. Shiny gold and blue, made of a glassy material I couldn't identify.

"Certificate of Ownership? What —"

The memory of what this was hit me like a hammer to the skull.

The online quiz I took weeks ago. The one a friend sent me after I drunkenly admitted how submissive I was. How I wanted to be owned and used as a toy, loved and cherished as a valuable possession, never to be thrown away or forgotten. Exist free of the responsibility to make my own choices.

My face burned in shame and arousal. Shit like that is why I almost never drank. That and because I had yet to find any **** worth the taste and headaches both literal and social.

"How the hell did I forget this!?" Seriously, how? I spend years slowly fumbling through life, too ashamed to admit my desires to anyone, let alone act on them, then forget once I finally have a chance? The question burned for answers, but was doused by the excitement knowing I was Owned.

In the mirror, my hair tumbled around my red face. I was smiling. So wide it almost hurt. Joy was filling my chest at the same time heat was building beneath my navel and between my clenched thighs.

I was property now. I didn't have to worry about being a person. Only what my Owner wanted me to be.

"Eeeee~!!! This is so exciting!" I flipped the card over to see who my owner was. "Edward? Huh, no last name either. Cute picture though!”

I had no idea who that was, but I instinctively knew that I would feel it when I found him. I could also feel that he needed his property, right now.

Well. I'll hardly make a good first impression as his loyal toy if I keep him waiting!

I barely stopped to slip on shoes as I dashed out the door, uncaring whether I bothered to actually lock it behind me, nothing I owned technically belonged to me anymore.

One-two-three steps...and a thought occurred.

My feet skidded to a stop right there in the middle of the hallway of my four-story apartment building as I quickly turned and made sure I did lock the door. I didn't know what my Owner would want to do with my prior things after all! If any of them were damaged or stolen, he wouldn't get full value!

"Okay." I sighed with hands on hips and a smile on my face. "Now to find Edward."

The man who owns me~

Less than an hour later I found him.

It was like there was a magnet in my head leading me, that's the closest thing I could get to describing what I was feeling. It was amazing, constantly tugging at my thoughts, leading me to my destiny. My feet practically moved on their own as I walked down streets I didn't know and beelined towards a little café by a park.

I saw him. My Owner. He was cute— curly dark hair with a bushy beard, heavyset and passably fit under his basic grey hoodie and blue jeans— sipping his drink and watching the morning crowds flow through. A sense of steady kindness seemed to emanate from him, like a doctor or teacher who found joy and fulfillment in their work.

The smile that hadn't left my face the whole morning widened into a broad grin as I plopped down in the chair across from him. A giggle bubbled up as I couldn't help but think— sometimes dreams do come true!

"Hiya!" I chirped, I never chirped, but I was so happy it hardly seemed strange. "You're Edward right? I'm Monica!"

He blinked and barely reacted as I held out my Certificate. "I uhh usually go by Ed, that's what my friends call me. May I help you?" His voice trailed off and he leaned slightly away for some reason.

"You have the honor, the privilege, of owning me now!”

"The.. privilege? Of owning? Come again?" Ed was positively flabbergasted. Though not quite flabbergasted enough to avoid checking me out. His eyes obviously dropped to my heaving chest as I caught my breath and he stared as I tucked a loose lock of hair behind my ear.

He finally shook his confusion away and gestured for me to continue. Of course, I obeyed with a smile and an eager bounce.

"I applied to the form and was accepted as your property weeks ago, but somehow I forgot until this morning." I shook my head, that was hardly the answer to his question. "Sorry, I'm just so excited! Here, read the card."

I handed over my Certificate, shivering as our hands touched momentarily.

Ed froze for a long moment, eyes racing as he read the Certificate over and over. Finally, he licked his lips and looked back at me. There was a glint in his eyes that was a mix of disbelieving, hopeful, and a hunger that made me shiver in anticipation.

"So," he sat up straight, confidence renewed. "Can you explain to me how this works exactly?”

"I signed away my rights to be a person!" I bounced a little in my seat, wishing I had tits big enough to shake even more. "So long as you want me and treat me well, I'm your toy to play with.” I knew that much about the contract I barely remembered reading, let alone signing. "That is the part I remember best. I chose this. I chose to be an object." I needed him to understand how much I wanted this.

My voice lowered into a seductive purr I didn't know I was capable of. "Your object."

Ed just stared.