The next day I did not go to work. It was Friday, and so I got 3 days of respite and time. It was necessary to figure out how to restore the status quo and regain lost control over the Bitch, but there was no doubt that I had lost it.

I lay on the bed, drank coffee, walked around the house, but no ideas did not appear. Monday and quietly crept up the moment when they called me from work. I did not even have time to utter two words when a squeaky Stervin voice sounded in the phone.

- And where are you, cowardly fagot? - Definitely the former status quo did not suit her. She considered the time taken by me for a respite as cowardice and nothing else. Which, of course, was the case, but she should not be allowed to think that way.

- Christine, in my opinion, you forget the principle of building our relationship.

- The principle of building relationships with a miserable fagot?

It was necessary to urgently do something. Somehow turn the situation around.

- In any case, I am waiting for you in 30 minutes at work.

- I am not your subordinate.

- No, you're not my subordinate. You are my slave...

- Christina, you ... - but they already heard me only beeps.

I instantly got dressed and ran out into the street even faster. It was impossible to leave so. We must do something immediately. To know what? Still wondering how I should behave, I ran into her office and froze. Bitch was not alone. In front of her sat the same precinct who examined my aunt. When I entered, they both turned to me and began to carefully examine.

Cold sweat ran down my back. Thoughts stopped, afraid to even think about the consequences of what is happening now. Prison, court, hard labor - and what will they do with such a creature like me, I was afraid to even imagine. Looking at me for half a minute, which lasted for several hours for me, the police officer turned to Sherva and, complaining about the abundance of cases, retreated. Slowly, the victorious Bitch stood in front of me and, sitting down a hundred, cross-legged, began to look at me. I stood neither dead nor alive, and was afraid even to breathe. Fear and hopelessness took hold of me. So, probably, the mouse in paws at a cat also feels.

- Zhenya ... tell me, do you believe in coincidences? - Like a real cat, Bitch did not hurry to finish me off, but enjoyed the game with the helpless bitch.

- Yes, but not to that extent. “She tapped her nails on the table, and I could feel those nails digging into my soul and digging deeper and deeper.

- You know, I have to thank you. When I came to you, I was ready to give up, at your mercy, considering myself cornered. But then, seeing you so miserable, so insignificant, I decided: no, it cannot be that IT could command me! - Bitch looked at me disparagingly, trying to convey the degree of disgust that this thought provoked in her. Having considered that she had transmitted her sufficiently, she continued her triumphant speech.

- I began to think, remember our conversations and understood. You know almost everything about me, and I know nothing about you. But now I know a little more about you, and how much the situation has changed, isn’t it?

She spoke slowly, stretching the words. So that I can enjoy the way she brings her sword over me. But on the contrary, with her every word I cheered up. This is a cat and mouse game. The game of the puppeteer with a puppet. She does not just scare me, but shows her power. Maybe she decided to take revenge, can play - this is not so important. Both this and that is time. And I really need time now. I decided to give time to her too. Let him say - women, sometimes you have to give a talk. The main thing is for her to postpone the execution, and then who knows: what if I do teach a donkey to fly?

“You wanted to make me your slave, and now you are a slave.” - And here is the culmination of her speech. Well, I’m still right and I’m not threatened with prison.“A slave must kneel before his mistress.”

I knelt down.

- Crawl. - I crawled.

“Now lick my shoes.” - Leaning back, stretched out her legs to me and poked them at me. I began to lick. She was wearing sandals with high heels. There was almost no shoes there: so a pair of threads on top of the leg, just so that they would not fall down. Not so bad, I reasoned. Of course, not to say that I dreamed of licking her shoes on my knees, but a couple of days ago, I gladly licked her dirty feet voluntarily and even enjoyed it, but here it was almost the same.

The minutes were ticking, and I was getting more and more involved in the process. I licked her fingers with a pedicure, ran my tongue over my leg. At some point, Bitch threw off her shoes and put my fingers in my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her leg and began to stroke her foot. At the same time, I would like to suck each of her fingers with pleasure, drive my tongue along, caressing it like I would caress a small member. I do not know what the Bitch liked: my actions or the moment of my complete submission to her, but she even began to moan. After letting me lick the obi of her legs, she pushed me so that I fell to the floor. I gracefully descended from the table, stood with my feet near my head and sank down on me with my cunt.

Without waiting for the order, I began to lick her. Bitch grabbed my hair and pulled me to her, and with her other hand she began to pull at her clit. For a few minutes we lay like that on the floor until she began to bend over me. Her ass trembled, and from her pussy her juices mixed with urine flowed into my mouth.

I did not need to explain that I should swallow it. Her urine was very salty, and the juice tasted tart - but it was not all that scary, especially in comparison with what she could do with me.

Satisfied, Bitch rose, put on her shoes and sat on a chair. I sat down opposite her.

“Now, piss me off so I won't see you.”

Slowly, as if I was sorry that I was leaving it, I went out and, as soon as the door closed, ran to my place. I was waiting for recordings from a webcam from her house, and I had to find out what she knew and how bad everything was.

A few hours I listened to all the recordings for 3 days, but all for nothing. She didn’t say anything out loud about me. But I learned something else. As it turned out at the weekend, Sterva's husband, unable to bear the hateful relationship with his wife, decided to arrange a debriefing: starting from the absence of children after 4 years of marriage, he finished the evening at the hotel. It was a chance.

If the husband is not her husband, then maybe I can outbid the district police officer. Of course, over Sterva I will not return control, but at least I will leave the hook myself. I collected all my affairs on the rest of the staff and began to think about how much money and with whom I can shake. It was all-in. As soon as I cash out my base, my quiet position of the rat will be immediately revealed and the efforts of the last year will go down the drain, and at another time I would never have gone for it, but what choice did I have?

I started with a couple of especially sweet cases. Several managers who took regular and very big kickbacks. Silently putting them aside, I indicated their situation to them and set a price for my silence in the “modest” 20 percent of all their kickbacks over the past year and 40 percent for the next. In the disputes and tenders, the rest of the day passed. The problem was that they didn’t take me seriously, but I envisaged it, so I didn’t talk with the otkhodnik. I went to the directors with an anxious face and told about how I accidentally discovered the dirty machinations of one of the employees and showed the documents that my worst guesses. Not past about an hour, how he was fired: without paying his salary, and he also pledged to pay everything he stole, so that he would not be dragged to court.

Now I did not have to run after the others and argue about percentages. They themselves began to run after me and ask for time to collect money. I gave them all until Friday and prayed that I had enough time and money. In the meantime, time passes and the money is being prepared, I needed to please the Bast in every possible way, creating the illusion of complete defeat.

The next day was almost an exact replica of the past. In the morning i ...