January 31 - February 09, 2005

Roads that choose us

Late fall. Empty cold park with heaps of fallen yellow-red foliage, covered with crispy hoarfrost. On rare puddles, the marginal growth of thin ice floes. A middle-aged couple of tall is walking along the concrete slabs of the avenues. The silence is interrupted by the sounds of their unhurried steps, the vertebra from the heels of the woman’s stiletto heels, the thicker from the men's shoes. She holds his arm and, looking at each other, they lead a quiet conversation. Mostly she says. A woman, a stinging brunette with a bright beautiful appearance, dressed in a long to toe, expensive white coat with black trim cuffs, sleeves and pockets. Classic: white with black suits her very much! High cuts on the sides and back at the step expose her legs in flared black leather pants and soft green-brown boots with a snake pattern, the same ornament of the glove. A wide-brimmed white felt hat with a little black veil. A man like a man is a dark spot next to a lady.

The beauty is my beautiful mistress, the stain is me, her faithful slave.

Mrs. stops at one of the numerous benches with a trampled-down seat, walks around it and takes part in the rear, slightly sitting on the back. I punch her a pack of women's cigarettes, which I carry for her in my pocket and take my own. With fingers with long red nails, she fishes for herself a long brown cigarette and lights a cigarette lighter between my hands, a deep breath and her crimson mouth releases a stream of bluish smoke. We smoke in silence, then she continues the interrupted speech:

- So, at school I was in the beginning in the middle peasants no better and no worse. There is such a phenomenon: the girls doll beautiful in the primary grades grow weaker with age, and in my time I stopped blossoming just at the last ones. Guys, naturally with increasing sexual concern, rushed at me. But I already realized my virtues, so I lost my virginity just before graduation and I do not regret, the guy was worthy and it was done beautifully and romanticly. Although I had seen enough of the men crawling on their knees in front of me, they had lost their feet from kissing and had heard plenty of explanations. And I liked it! But here I am going to the metropolis to go to college, medical. Why? Yes, like, like, and where else? I submitted an application, exams, a little bit of points. There is no connection. My parents drove up, brought all the savings and gave a bribe to anyone, and I was accepted as a candidate. I studied for almost two years and realized that it was not mine. I realized that there are three options for studying: either the blat didn’t touch you and you don’t give up everything without at least learning properly, or bribes to teachers, and some - “in kind”, or to spend a lot of time in the library before the blue and lose them. I didn’t have the first, the second - only “nature”, but I still have to know how to apply myself and not everyone will take it, women for example or impotents, third I didn’t like it. In short, I flew in with one subject, went to an assistant professor, that to me is an indiscreet offer, I decided, well, such rules, I did not return to the provinces, he got everything. And set off, and the exam, but some bitch sounded about us to his superiors and his wife. They took the man into circulation, removed him from the work with the students for a year, dragged him everywhere, although he was blocking me. I was offered a dismissal - either by myself or by flooding, I pulled the exam and I was “ordered” by request. Everything, the higher education was over, I began to hang around my relatives, looking for a job. Relatives, I quickly got tired of who needs us here, work without a diploma or a penny, or breathe on it as in penal servitude. You won’t get married right away, and didn’t want to go straight to the family. And the girl, I already in the juice, well, they began to "shoot" me to make love. I twitched, jerked and already began to find out the prices for confused, and to whom to go for the "roof". There is no money, with housing - problems, well, everything has come.And that, like in the movies, I went hungry to one of our relatives, who was already tired of me and met my unfamiliar cousin, my great aunt there, at the door. She lived unsociable, sly arrogant and with kin almost did not lead. Nobody even knew her address, she went for some kind of document. They greeted me, she carefully examined me, briefly asked about life, I briefly answered the same ... so and so ... She said that I should spend it. On the way, I gave a note with the address and told me to be with her at 5 pm, got into a posh car and drove away. The apartment was not hers, I realized that she was hiding her address. Then my aunt told me to tell her everything frankly, but I don’t have much to do ... I laid out the whole truth! And about the prostitution of the same.

“Baby,” she said, “If there is such a fate, then you can trade in the body in different ways.” I do not tolerate charity and my relatives do not love me, I do not sweeten with them, I do not discuss gossip, but these are their problems ... I have my own criteria of good and evil. You are at a crossroads. You're almost zero in sex without a wand. And somehow you have to live. You will do what I say, and there you yourself will appreciate everything. But consider, this choice is yours, I only for its more worthy embodiment. You get a chance, and then - your fate.

I said that there was no choice and asked to help me. For some reason I felt her caring for me hidden by arrogance.

- There is always a choice! Tell me in detail about your school contacts with guys.

I laid out everything for her, from kindergarten with the “golden rain” to kissing my feet, guys on my knees, courtship, the first sex ...

- How did you like the worship of men, their humiliation, how did you feel?

I told everything, she inquired everything in detail. Then she said:

- There is one worthy of your female character and appearance, section of sex - Female Domination! What do you know about sadomasochism?

Well, I'm not a fool, she said she knew within the limits of age.

“Are you ready to become the Mistress of a slave or slaves?” Can you whip a man who licks your legs, slap on an enamored face, for money of course? However, in my opinion this is yours ... you have the habitat of the Lady!

- What is habitus? - I interrupt the Mistress.

- This is the appearance in Latin, the exterior - in dogs, in humans - habitus. Mrs. discards the cigarette butt and we again walk through the park.

- In short, I begged her to introduce me to this "position". It turned out that she was a philologist, doing homework translations from Polish (you know that I was Russianized Polish), other Slavic languages ​​- Czech, Bulgarian, Ukrainian, and also know German and English. The work takes home, fiction and non-fiction. There is enough free time, she plans work and weekends herself. The main thing is that she has been a practitioner for over 20 years. It has several regular customers, the main income from them. Intellectuals seeking satisfaction in this rare topic at the time.

She ordered me to undress, examined, praised that I was fine, noted that even in winter with a pedicure. It is important that the lady was well-groomed! About smoking ... I smoke, but not enough ... A non-smoking Mistress is nonsense, it is necessary to smoke, but with charm, so that the slaves have this fetish. Alcohol - only drop by drop ... Drunken Mistress - this is a ditch in his career. Clothing and cosmetics - only luxury. Do not mess with the "cons", no matter how much money was offered. This is another world.

She brought me to some gorgeous dacha, hid it and let me see a few "sessions" as she called them. I was stunned! It is one thing conversations and pictures, and another - reality. Solid men come, stipulate their whims, then crawl on their knees in their collars, kiss her shoes, lick their feet, she slaps them on the face with her hand and folded gloves, whips or rods on the ass ... The money is decent. I gave to read several photo pages from magazines on sexopathology, books, I remember there was a “Black obelisk” by E. M. Remarque. Subject literature ...