In the evening at dinner my father asked how things were going. Shabro, with a shrug, said that everything was fine, and Zizi quickly ran into the kitchen. After seeing through her eyes, Captain North reproachfully looked at Chris and said that after a couple of days he was forced to leave to inspect his property.

“The house will remain under your care, son,” he said sadly.

- Do not worry, father, - the young man smiled ingenuously, - I will manage.

“I have no doubt,” Benjamin nodded in response, “But I learned that you started visiting street girls.” I would not want you to arrange an orgy here. “That's true,” Chris admitted. “But ...”

“Sorry, Mr. Captain,” Saburo laid aside his chopsticks, “I do not see anything wrong with that.” I myself keep track of who your son goes to. Everything is clean and safe. But, if you are against, I ...

- Master! - from the kitchen suddenly, like a wind, a slave flew out, - Forbid the young gentleman from going there! If he really needs it, then I myself ...

The girl hesitated and wrenched, tugging at the edge of her apron. The captain attentively looked at the slave who stood in the middle of the room and pulled his head into his shoulders, took a deep breath and said insinuatingly:

- Now I understand everything, kids. Christopher, you're old enough to make your own decisions. Everything! The issue is resolved!

Two days later, when Captain North, accompanied by an escort assigned to him, departed from his residence, Saburo approached Chris and quietly touched his shoulder.

- What? - I did not understand the young man.

“See for yourself,” the mentor nodded slightly towards the porch.

Chris almost burst out laughing. On the steps, wrapped in a colorful rag, stood Zizi. Her thick hair was woven into an incredible number of braids, each with a colored ribbon. A massive necklace of peach pits, carefully polished and coated with varnish, glistened in the sun on the neck. On the ankles of the feet small little bells jingle. And the girl adorned her hands with lots of copper rings.

- What is it with her? - barely suppressing laughter, asked Chris.

“Ask yourself,” Saburo shrugged. “I am not familiar with this culture.” And you, sir, let me leave today until the morning. It seems to me that you will find someone to look after.

With these words, Saburo gave his traditional bow and disappeared behind the fence of the house. Chris stood like an idol, stupidly blinking his eyes, not knowing where to go or what to do. To the rescue, as it often happened, came Zizi.

“Sir,” she called plaintively.

- BUT? What? - Chris even flinched from surprise.

“Slave Zizi begs her master to pay attention to her,” the girl said tearfully.

- Why are you so dressed up? - the wave of laughter again rolled on the guy.

“In my homeland,” the mulatto began to explain, “Girls dress up in colorful clothes and decorate themselves with rattles and bells when they want their beloveds ...”

Then she hesitated and wanted to run away into her closet under the stairs, but Chris managed to grab her by the elbow and drew her to her with force. Holding the little slave for the shoulders, he dug into her thin neck with a passionate hot kiss. The girl stood, not daring to move.

- Is it a dream or not? - she thought, - Of course, there can be no talk of love, but patronage ...

“Let's go to my room,” the guy said in a broken voice, dragging Zizi into the house.

“Do not hurry, lord,” the slave tried to step back, “For the night to be successful, you need to do something very important.”

- What to do? - Chris has bulging eyes on the girl.

“Well, you have to have dinner first,” she said, “I will make a good and light supper, master.” You will love it. Then you need a good wash and clean up with incense. This also applies to girls. And we can do it together after dinner.

- and everything? - Giggled the guy, trembling with impatience.

“No, my lord,” Zizi whispered, smiling mysteriously, “And before bed and after we lie down in it, the young man should be affectionate with the girl.” Even the next day and on other days he should take care of her, be kind and friendly with her. And then the girl will be able to give the young man a lot of happiness.

“Surely you’ve thought it all up,” the young man smiled, “But I’m ready.” Right here and right now I give you my word that I will be with you kind and tender.

“Thank you, sir,” Zizi pressed her cheek against Chris’s shoulder, “For a slave, there is no greater happiness if the master loves her.”

Then she realized that she had said something stupid, and tried to run away, but Chris, pressing the mulatto to his chest, stroked his hair and whispered in his ear:

- With love, let's wait a bit. But I promise you protection.

For the rest of the day, Chris walked focused and tense, like a compressed spring. As he did not try to avoid meeting with the slave, she seemed to deliberately climb into his eyes. Then it will appear for a moment, then it will flash, ringing bells.

“Some sort of delusion,” the guy muttered to himself, “And why did I just agree ?!” But in the end, Zizi is just a slave.

But when he heard the rustle of her dress or the tinkling of her bracelets, passion flared up in him with a new force, and Chris began to curse himself for being ready to back down.

Zizi saw all this and tried to get her eyes on the young owner more often. She was only two years older than Chris, but the woman’s cunning and deceit had nestled in her head. Realizing perfectly well that the boy is growing up without female caress, this dark-skinned beauty relied on it.

In the house of the North she lived well. The slave was always full, well dressed. Benjamin did not even bind the girl in a collar, as other slave-owners did. He did not scold her for nothing, never hit, except for light slaps on the ass, which could be called a manifestation of sympathy with complete confidence. She was allowed to leave the house for a couple of hours. Then Zizi went into the grove near the house and there, in the shade of the trees, perched on a huge stump, she indulged in dreams, sometimes unrealizable, but so pleasant.

In the city, no one pestered her, knowing what the consequences might be if the captain finds out. The city patrol, jokingly, of course, even gave her the honor, and if the shopping basket was heavy, the soldiers did not deny themselves the pleasure of helping a pretty dark-haired woman to drag her home.

Other slaves, mostly dark-skinned, looked at Zizi with envy, and sometimes with undisguised hatred, wondering why this girl was so lucky. And they, sometimes chained in shackles and heavy collars and dressed in dirty rags, which their masters "became generous", are forced to work to exhaustion and at the same time receive cuffs and lashes often even without any reason, but only for the pleasure of the lord.

The mulatto felt it and looked at the “friends” down, making all these guesses understand with all of her that the draw comes out to everyone, and if you are dissatisfied with fate, then turn to Heaven.

After the incident with the plate, Zizi immediately realized that she could win a lot if she put the young gentleman under her heel. Of course, the girl did not count on the role of Mrs. North, but to become Chris's secret lover was not bad either. And the slave patiently waited for an opportunity to begin the implementation of their plans.

“The young gentleman will soon grow up,” she reasoned. “You will learn to be an officer, get an appointment.” By this time I must do everything so that he does not think of life without me. Then the young officer will take me with him, and we will live together. And we'll see.

And this moment has come. When the girl learned that the captain was leaving the house for at least two months, in her opinion she made a win-win action plan. Having agreed in advance with Saburo, Zizi got colorful clothes and trinkets at the bazaar, and when North Sr. was already getting into the wagon, she rushed to her wilderness and appeared before Chris ... Read more →