Angela and Igor were a surprisingly beautiful couple of newlyweds. Both are smiling, funny and cute, they seemed to be created by destiny for each other and were born to live happily according to the proverb and die in one day.

Their romance was promising and strong. Acquainted in the first year, they did not part with each other, longing if one went somewhere.

And as soon as they graduated from the university, they immediately had a wedding in one of the fashionable restaurants, where the drunk guests generously donated them with large sums of money. How could it be otherwise? The groom's dad was an important person at the Foreign Ministry, and the bride was the daughter of a colonel of the Airborne Forces and a successful fitness woman who won several tournaments in the student past.

Guests nadarili money so much that was enough for a decent size odnushku in the city center and the furniture and the new Skoda and a trip to Cuba.

Parents on both sides rightly assumed that in nine months they would receive a grandchild or granddaughter, but time passed inexorably, and there were no successors.

However, the young did not rush to have children. They, arranged with the help of her husband's parents for well-paid and “dust-free” work, led the idle life of young hangers, visiting club discos, all sorts of foam parties and wandering to resorts.

- Do not rush us !!! We are still young! We have time to bring baby! - they answered cheerfully to their parents.

In relations with the spouses was a complete idyll - breakfast in bed, flowers, gifts. In general, everything was fine, until the young wife began to notice the oddities in her husband's behavior after several years of marriage.

At first, the young wife did not notice these little things. After all, faith in a loved one was very great. But in my heart I understood that some unknown, irreversible processes were taking place.

Firstly, he began to come late, often drunk. Secondly, he began to keep some kind of secret correspondence with someone. Thirdly, they began to receive incomprehensible calls, after which the husband ran away supposedly to work at any hour of the day. In the fourth, their joint trips to clubs and friends completely stopped.

Igor didn’t answer the questions and only laughed off, but the alert Angela opened her husband’s forgotten tablet, climbed into the folder under the BDSM abbreviation and saw him wearing a latex suit next to some nasty aunt in a leather corset, who also holding a whip in her hand.

- Where do you go? Who is she? You are cheating on me? - their first scandal was noisy and unpredictable. Calm usually spouse inflamed and screamed like a fury, requiring her husband to tell everything. She threatened and demanded, until Igor explained:

- This is a harmless masquerade. I attend closed theme parties BDSM. Now it's just a fashion game. Very powerful people gather there and I need to be among them for my career. My CEO Sergey Sergeevich invited me there. If you want and you can go with me.

Did she want to go? Yes!!! Especially she wanted to look at that fat woman who looked at her pretty boy so fiercely.

On the appointed day, Igor brought his wife high platform shoes and a glitter-black latex suit. Just like his photo. But smaller.

- They all go there. It must be worn on the naked body. - He explained.

For a long time Angela did not want to wear this clown outfit, but after persuasion she agreed and with great difficulty got into this stupid outfit.

In the end, nothing terrible, because she goes to a party with her beloved husband, moreover, when they threw on their raincoats and went to the taxi, these tight-fitting costumes became almost imperceptible ...

... The hall where the couple entered was full. The women and men who sat at the tables were dressed a bit pretentiously, and some had similar latex suits.

In general, this place was like a regular nightclub.The scent of expensive perfume and Indian incense soared in the air, muffled music was heard, and on the scene something was recited by that very fat opponent seen for the first time in that ill-fated photo with her husband.

They jumped pumped guy with a tray. Apparently the waiter. He gave a wet look at the tightly-wrapped charms of the girl, smiled meaningfully, stretched out a glass of wine, which the couple drank in one gulp and led them to a free table. But they did not reach.

- And here are the new, dear gentlemen! My bottom with my half! I will ask on stage! - loudly barked into the microphone of a fat woman.

Angela did not remember how she had risen to the center of the stage, and how a blinding sheaf of lights from the spotlights hit her eyes so hard that the girl would surely fall if her husband had not supported her by the elbow.

- Wow! A slave is nothing. - the fat woman has bypassed her rival with a purely female envy considering the trained and elastic body. Then she pinched her ass and yelled shrilly:

- This married bitch has no owner yet. Who wants to travel around it? Who wants to shake a goat by the udder? I announce the auction !!! Slave Exchange opens !!!

The dark hall moved and screams erupted from there:

- Ten rubles ... thirty ... one hundred ... one thousand ... five ... ten ... fifteen ... forty ... one hundred ...

Angela did not know how to behave. She stood and smiled foolishly, not understanding what was going on until one handsome and tall brunette with long hair came up to the stage.

- And here is the owner of our fearless married bitch! He won out! Let's welcome our esteemed Sergey Sergeyevich, known to all as Spider!

- Kneel down and kiss his right hand ... Do not worry, this is a game. I'll explain everything later. The husband whispered hotly from the side.

A completely bewildered wife knelt down and performed the required, and the brunette deftly put a small collar around her neck. Immediately the hall burst into applause.

- What an idyll, gentlemen! The first acquaintance of the slave and the Master !!! I will ask for them to free up a room for dating, and we will start our entertainment. - proclaimed the fat woman.

Brunette took the girl for a leash and led into a dark corridor. She looked around to find Igor’s eyes, but the brunet jerked the leash dubiously:

- Do not be afraid. I am the head of your husband. Nothing bad will happen to you. We just talk in private.

Strange, but these words of a complete stranger reassured her.

They sat down on the sofa and the brunet fixed her unblinking and piercing gaze on her, under which Angela felt very awkward and uncomfortable. It was time to clarify the situation, to finish the strange game and to precipitate this impudent person, until he began to pester.

- You know, it will not work, and I will probably go to my husband. - He said resolutely getting up.

- To husband? Um ... He sold you himself at auction. In addition, your spouse is busy. He is the bottom, this is a slave, and she is the top, this is the lady. And the slave is now pleasing his mistress Hera. The one that was on the scene. She is the owner of the club. Do you remember?

- How does this "appease"? - exclaimed Angela.

- sexy. Do not believe? I can demonstrate.

He stood up and waved his hand invitingly. They walked along some dark staircases for a long time, until they came up to the roof itself. The brunette went to one of the tiny windows in the floor.

- Admire, but only quietly. This is her dressing room.

The wife of her husband with strange inclinations looked and was horrified. On a wide bed lay wide-spread legs of a fat woman, and she was cunnilingus by her husband, with whom she was legally married a few years ago ...

She no longer remembered how they were going back. It seemed that the floor and walls swayed. What is it from? From a glass of wine or from the betrayal of the dearest person?

- Well, let's get down to business. My name is Sergey Sergeyevich, I am the employer of your fabulous moron. I am ready to offer you my patronage and take into slavery. You agree?

- What is it like? Will we be lovers? - the wife of an unfaithful husband gradually came to her senses.

- Not. These are completely different things. You will be mine ...