The door to the apartment was open, Ira was waiting for them again in the living room. Yevgeny immediately knelt down and licked the toes of his mistress, absently patting his head. She immediately invited the guest to sit down, and Eugene ordered to stand on all fours. A tray of drinks was hoisted onto his back, the ladies poured champagne into glasses and, after drinking, put the slave on his back, checking his stability as a table. At this time, Mae Saib told Ira about the success of her ward, without hiding the most shameless details.

- Slave perfectly mastered the role of an obedient girl; however, the infant also came out of it very obedient, although easily excitable. He really liked his aunt, she was a detailed review of the behavior, but this document is unlikely to be needed.

- Yes, - Ira nodded, - I myself see how good Zhenya is. But the male appearance of a slave is no worse.

- How do you think to use it in the future? - unexpectedly seriously asked the guest. Eugene even slightly raised his head, so excited by the question. Ira, however, also did not remain indifferent and thought for a long time, looking appreciatively at the slave.

- I'm not very sure yet. I think to get him a job; One of my acquaintances is very interested in such an employee. In his spare time, Eugene will continue to serve me or those whom I want to make available to him. Maybe there will be more specific plans, but for now:

Ma'am Saeb interrupted her:

- I lead to the fact that you have not decided how long you will be his mistress. Evgeny may be worthy of real use, but how to decide whether the ideal is a slave or not? I really like his penchant for submission, and I would not mind taking Evgeny for myself for a while; if, of course, you have no serious plans for him:

“Of course, you have done so much for this slave that you can use it as much as you like.”

- I catch a word: I will return it on demand, but for now let it pass a good additional school. It will be useless.

Ira agreed with this proposal and the guest bowed, promising to come for Eugene tomorrow. And the hostess, locking the door behind her, returned to the living room and made Eugene a sign to undress and lie down naked at her feet. She looked at the slave without stopping:

- Here you are again: Of course, you are already a real slave, but after all, the old Eugene remained, interesting and funny. Just now he is subordinate and all his forces (I will note, considerable ones) are directed by the lady in the right direction. And you can not rush, and move straight to the goal. - She put the collar on him again and pulled the leash. - You know, because I never once punished you personally, always through someone else’s. And somehow I do not need it: you are schooled enough and you do not make mistakes. This can only envy any hostess who does not like violence as such, which is sufficient to obey the slave. After all, you just wanted this?

- Of course, - said Eugene. - You're exactly like that, I always knew it. I knew that there were others:

- Yes, you understand everything. Probably noticed how indifferent to you is Mae Saib. And it was her difficult fate that weaned from the male society, it would seem, forever. And here you are, I found the perfect slave and fascinated him. Maybe give it to her?

Yevgeny was in no hurry to answer the mocking question of the hostess, then he responded to the encouraging look:

- I really take pleasure in fulfilling your every desire, since it will be expressed. And I will be the gift of any other mistress. Even forever. And I will be happy:

- You understood correctly, maybe even too correctly. But I do not want to part with you, for I have found the perfect match for myself.And at the same time, you need something else: Do you, too, thought so? And after all the other housewives, no matter how great your submission, you still dreamed of returning to me?

Eugene nodded. And Ira's doubts and her dreams were clear and close to him. Mistress appreciated it. In the evening, Eugene lay on her bed in her legs, stroking the feet of the hostess to relax before bedtime. Here he fell asleep, and was not awarded more intimate caresses. And in the morning, after eating the breakfast cooked by the slave, Ira left. About an hour later, Mae Saib appeared and suggested that Eugene be dressed in a girl's costume again. They left the house; but a different car was waiting for them, closed and old-fashioned. Eugene sat in the back seat, and here fit his new mistress. In the driver’s seat, however, sat a girl in a black semi-military uniform and black glasses, who did not react at all to their appearance, but by the first sign of Mem-saib, the car jerked from its place.

Eugene was blindfolded so that he could not see the roads; when they got out of the car, he looked at a number of cottages — probably somewhere on the outskirts of the city. The car drove into the basement garage, and the passengers climbed the steps to the barred door. The pretty girl, dressed in a school uniform manner, opened them: a brown dress, a white starched apron, a tattoo of hair, shoes without heels. But the dress was very short, there were a little frilly fishnet stockings on her legs, which did not hide the scars well. Eugene, who was looking down, was convinced that he was facing one of the slaves obeying the mistress of the house. The girl sat in a low bow and took the cloak entered. Then she knelt down and took off her mamm saib shoes, replacing them with soft slippers, and was honored with the scattered caress of the housewife.

- Eugene, meet, this is Ninochka. I hope you will be close friends with her. Kiss as a sign of the meeting!

It was impossible to disobey the order, and Eugene felt the hot touch of girlish lips. The long-forgotten sensation from that past life here seemed out of place. However, everything in this house was quite unusual. Why not be kisses?

However, Mem-Saib immediately took Eugene to her office, which was notable for amazing situation. As in the adjoining rooms, there were a huge number of bookcases clogged with solid tomes. Stood and the computer, which often worked. The woman examined some papers on the desktop, then turned to Eugene:

- In this house, the rules of the game are somewhat different than in the rest of the world. To begin with, you are the only male being who is allowed to reside here all the time. And you have to constantly wear women's clothes - the one that will give you Nina. You will sleep in the servants' quarters, but in the afternoon you are obliged to be here or in the next room - in case I need your help. You can move as you please, but you can only sit on the floor or on a bench near me. One more thing: I prepared somewhere here: Well, with that later. If you have questions, you can ask them while we are alone. I warn you: there are many visitors here, in whose presence try to be as inconspicuous as possible - they are much more conservative than me in some matters. You have been given the great honor of being here: Has you assimilated?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Perfectly. I will often need your help, mostly in this work. So you have to read and understand a lot. You own a computer, I hope?

- Yes, and pretty bearable.

Ma'm Sa'eb sighed, as if reassured:

- This is all much easier. - She rang a metal bell, and a girl in an apron already familiar to Eugene entered. - Ninochka, take him to the living room and hand out the prepared clothes. Then bring here.

Then, without adding anything more, Ma'am Saib put a second, more massive, with significant metal inserts and a bell suspended over the collar of Ira:

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