Sergey decisively opened the laptop, and until self-righteousness did not leave it, turned on the Internet and typed in the search engine: “BDSM topics”. Immediately rejecting the "mathematicians" and sifting out "themed parties to order", he came across the ad with the following content: “Confident, experienced Marijuana actively dominates in the framework of security, rationality and voluntariness, according to the principles SSC. Easy defecation. Marginal urophilia. Silver Rain. Latex. Triplex. Full BDSM. Strapon.

Sergey dreamily sat back in his chair - this is what he always dreamed of in the dull autumn evenings! That any charming, but rigid Mrs. came and promoted him in full. Some of the terms in the ad were not entirely clear, but Sergei was too lazy to look at the Wiki: today he was impatient. Marijuana ... Judging by Nick, it could even be a Ladyboy! Sergey vaguely realized who he was, but the very word fascinated him: he represented a sexy cowboy riding at full speed on a soaked horse with a strapon at the ready.

Sergey looked gloomily at his room: wherever the eye could see, the kittens lay, ran, frolicked and meowed. Sergey had a kind heart and a tender soul: he loved little kittens very much. When the neighbors in the yard learned about his weakness, everyone began to fuse him with unnecessary newborn pussies: it was easier and easier than drowning them in the city’s stinky river. Happened to seeing his mincing from work, with a package of cat food in the worn-out bag, his neighbors happily hailed:

- Hey, Gray, hold the kitten!

Sergei pulled his head into his shoulders, and ran up to the cry of another failed vivisector. Taking a furry miracle, he hid it in his bosom and carried it home, adding it to the rest of the funny creatures. Sergey did not like adult cats and cats: after they reached the appropriate age, Sergey under the cover of night threw them into the animal breeder “Find me” and never slept. Mom reconciled with his love for our smaller brothers, and did not object, but only quietly rejoiced when in the hallway the piercing of meowing lumps ran out to meet her: according to the most modest calculations, there were fifty of them.

Sergey removed the next kitten from the keyboard, which busily scratched the “Esc” button, and wrote Marijuana a heartfelt letter, in which he expressed hope for an early dominant meeting. By subscribing to "Kitten", he asked her to respond quickly, since already only from one thought about this, his pisyun proudly declared in his pants about his existence. True, outwardly, this did not manifest at all, but Sergey knew about it! He felt a slight pulsation of the veins below: change! He was waiting for a change!

The answer was not long in coming: that evening, he was invited to a meeting by Marijuana to join her in the Sodom and Gomorrah theme club, located on the “talking” Krasny Riders street by 8.00 pm You should have the proper attributes and money for entry. Sergei rushed about: he had only a clothesline from the corresponding attributes, on which his mother dried linen on the balcony. Cutting it off with a kitchen knife, Sergey wrapped it around himself under his shirt to quietly take it out of the house.

On the sideboard stood an old piggy bank - Stalin's bust. Sergey broke it without regret - he reminded him of an old cat, and Sergey, as we know, did not like them. Collecting coins from the floor (sometimes even paper money came across), Sergey hastily shoved them into his pocket, and moved on to meet the girl of his dreams - Marijuana.

Before the club, mysterious personalities crowded in leather and latex crowded. It smelled like Belomor and sin. Sergey quickly turned his jacket inside out: she had a leather bottom. Shyly knocking on the massive door, he opened it and squeezed inside. A figure with a bird mask on his head grew up in front of him.

- Where are you going, an infection? - Politely asked the bird, standing in the pose of "Last Knockout."

“I have been appointed,” said Sergey, and held out a handful of coins, squeezed in a sweaty cam.

- Is that a bribe? - the bird pecked Sergey's hand, and bent her head to the side: through the mask, a burning eye stared at him.

“Why a bribe ... This is an admission fee,” Sergei felt embarrassed, “I'm going to Marijuana ...”

- To Marie? - the bird stretched to the stand "Attention!", - What did not you immediately say, my dear - we pass to Marie for free!

- Where is it? - completely fallen voice said Sergey, hiding money. He did not open his fist, trying to shove him in his pocket: he did not succeed and several coins woke up on the floor.

“Right down the hall and down: room number seven!” - the bird turned and went to the other side, obviously losing all interest to Sergey.

Sergey moved in the indicated direction, looking with regret at the fallen trifle: he was in a hurry to his Marie - active domination was just around the corner. The door of room number seven was no different from other similar doors that Sergei saw, walking along a long corridor. Stopping in front of the sacred figure, Sergey knocked carefully. There was no answer. He knocked harder, and suddenly a high shrill voice came from behind the door:

- Who else is scratching there?

“It's me,” Sergey squeaked, getting ready to set a streokach.

- Is that a Kitten? - the voice sounded softer, and from the door there was some kind of fuss. Then something fell.

- Yes, this is Kitten! - Sergey said in an unexpectedly high voice and once again cheered up: the situation was definitely improving.

- So, come on, what are you stuck there! - in the voice felt notes of impatience.

Sergey pushed the door and entered: he was surrounded by a new world of objects and things never seen before. In the red light pouring from nowhere, on various shelves lay all sorts of strange objects related to active domination and marginal urophilia - so it was thought to Sergei, in admiration frozen among an abundance of unknown-purpose artifacts. Among the many mysterious things, Sergey did not immediately notice a fat creature sitting in a corner of the room on a huge bed, who was blindly squinting at him through glasses with thick glasses.

- Kitty? - Asked it and got to his feet.

- Marie ... Juana? - still not believing his eyes, Sergey asked. Marijuana turned out to be a fat shit with pockmarked skin on pocked-up pox-like face.

- I thought you were a woman! They exclaimed in one voice, and fell silent, staring dumbly at each other.

“What kind of Marijuana are you when you ...” It suddenly seemed to Sergei that he was cruelly deceived.

“My name is Ivan Marinin,” said the toads and grinned: he had large gums and small, but rare teeth, “Ivan is Juan,” he explained, and Maria ...

“I see,” Sergei interrupted him. - and what are we going to do now?

- Like what? - Ivan was inspired, - that which was conceived! What do you care who dominates you? You brought the money, by the way? He added quickly.

- Yes, why? - Sergey asked suspiciously, just in case he pressed his pocket with his hands, - they let me in to you for free ... And it seemed to me that you were in good standing here.

- Of course, it’s good: after all, I’m fucked by all who feel like it - I have a good ass, and I give everyone absolutely free. And I need money for sweets: I love them very much, especially sucking. “Chupa-Chups,” for example, Ivan said and winked.

“That's got it! Marijuana ... Damn ", Sergei thought, and he already shuddered. He was wary of watching Ivan move around the room, who was approaching him, pulling a large whip from the shelf with a leather knob on the end. Going close to Sergei, Ivan gently hit him with the handle of the whip on the head, and carefully looked into his face.

- Why are you fighting? - Offended Sergey asked, scratching his bruised place.

- I'm not fighting. I dominate, - Ivan answered uncertainly and fell silent with a whip in his hand, glaring guiltily at Sergei through his “bulletproof” glasses.

- You dominate, dominate, yes ...