There would be a neck, and there will be a collar ...

Prologue.

Nothing out of the ordinary or out of the ordinary. Slaves existed at all times of human existence. You make yourself slaves. You! Not me. I only use you to please my whims and carnal needs. And if there is a slave, then there is always a gentleman on his back. Hey, bottom, where are you there? Well, scum, crawl to my foot. Alive under the heel! Lick the sole clean! I know you enjoy it. Well, I have always received, I receive, and I will get pleasure from looking at how you cringe. You are for me - no one, I for you - everything. Your inner world is me. Besides me, nothing exists for you. Who am I? Queen and deity. I will torment you, and you will end from this endlessly. I am everywhere and everywhere, and I will find you even in the underworld. So crawl to me voluntarily, and tremble, worthless creatures. Know that I am your happiness, and your ruin, I am your tormentingly sweet pain. And I am your destiny ...

*** Act one.

- You task. You will write so that I like and really excite, and not the mediocre nonsense that you marah. That it is not a shame to publish. Do you understand?

Soft fingers touched my face like a master and stroked my cheek. I was silent and devotedly looked into the eyes of the boss. Her indecent and arrogant touch immediately aroused me.

“Am I supposed to repeat a hundred times?” - and a biting slap burned my face, raising a hot wave of lustful passion inside my womb.

“I will try,” I whispered, sighing languidly.

In the voice of the mistress there was metal, and I realized that this is how I will now turn to her - mistress.

- I do not like your answer.

Shaking her hips, she took a step closer, and I felt how a thin pin painfully pressed me on the rise of the foot, and the tips of the fingers of her hand gently stroked my lips.

“I will do as you say.”

Then, with her head down, she timidly added:

- My lady.

- That's right, you're a smart girl. Let's see if you deserve to be my litter. You will bring your work tomorrow at nine o'clock, and if I am not satisfied with something, you will be punished. Do you understand?

- Yes Milady.

- I know that you can, just lazy. I'll beat the laziness out of you. You will do anything for me that I want. Any desire of mine is law for you now. You will be hard, but do not you dare to take care of me. I hope this is also clear? Am I clearly explaining, or do I need to inflict physical pain?

- I understand everything. I will do everything you order.

- Then why are you sitting, go fucking work. And forget about chairs and stools forever. Now they do not exist for you. In front of me you can only be kneeling. I want to believe that this time you will not have to blush for you. And God forbid something does not suit me. Go away...

*** The second action.

So the world is small.

- Bragina, hello, Is it really you?

- Yulia Nikolaevna?

- I found out. How are you?

- Moved. She graduated from the Physics and Mathematics Department and has been here for half a year already. And you?

- Also moved. I have not been teaching at school for a long time. I now have my own publishing department in a solid edition. Bragin, do you have time? Maybe we should talk?

- Let's. Only I am not Bragin now, but Zavyalova.

- Then we will come out next.

It was my high school teacher Yulia Nikolaevna Kovalskaya. The last time I talked to her at the prom. Well, then met several times on the street. But it was there, in St. Petersburg, and here, in a southern megalopolis still alien to me, I met her quite by chance on the bus, and at first thought that I had misjudged. But no. All the same strict look piercing eyes, delicate oval face, sensual lips. Without a doubt, it has not changed. The truth has a little grown old, but it did not spoil it. We booked a table in a cafe, and sitting comfortably, we continued a conversation over a cocktail.

- Do you work somewhere now?

- While in the free search.

“Then I can offer you something to write.” I remember you did quite well in school, - she gently laid her hand over mine and stroked her fingertips on the wrist.

Her touch was light and inevitable. For some reason I liked it.

- I do not know, this is an unexpected offer for me.

- Agree, you will not regret, - and she suddenly stretched out an elegant brush and straightened her hair on me. But how she did it. Initially, a slight movement behind the ear, then slowly down the cheek, and the fingers lingered on my lips, stroking them several times in a gentle dancing rhythm. And only then, going down the neck, the hand reluctantly pulled away. A powerful wave of excruciatingly-desired excitement slowly glowed through my body, and I quivered in my limbs. I opened my mouth, sighed heavily and lowered my head. I sat with my eyes down, and was silent, while the teacher watched in satisfaction with the result of her cheeky caress. Pretty business. What did she do to me? Why I felt so good at her obscene touch. What does she want from me? It's not just that she climbs to me with her own hands.

- Well, I'm waiting for an answer. You can not hurry. Think and call in the evening, ”she said, as if nothing had happened.

Rummaging in her purse, Yulia Nikolayevna took out a business card, - here are my phones. How to think - call. Only with the answer do not pull. The place is competitive.

I looked at the square of the cardboard and looked at the teacher.

“Okay,” having squeezed her consent, I mumbled and hid the business card in the purse.

- Goodbye then. The table has already been paid for, - she easily rose and, taking a step forward, again stroked my face, this time longer and somehow on a businesslike one. A new wave of languor burned my lower abdomen, and I felt that I was soaked wet.

A hand hung in the air in front of my face, and I realized - for a kiss. Does anyone see? There are plenty of people everywhere, and I'm really losing my mind, parading my lesbian lust. But it will remove the same now, and I will sit with an iron statue? Yes, and do not care, let everyone see. I want to. And with my head down, I gently touched the velvety skin of the teacher’s palm, and devotedly licked her tongue.

“That's good,” said the infection loudly, “I guess about your experiences, now you need to be alone and bring your thoughts in order.”

And turning her back on me, Yulia Nikolaevna walked away. I sat and stared after her. Good bastard. Slim figure, wasp waist, straight posture, beautiful legs. How old is she? Thirty-five, no more. This is in the face. And behind, like this - no more than twenty. Oh, shit, I'm in love with her. Stuck to the ears. After all, my husband from work in the evening will come. And I? What happens to me at all? A minute ago I received what the faithful did not give me a little bit. And what will I get from her in bed? Oh God, is unthinkable. For the first time, I felt something that had never happened to me. And how she managed to wake the dirty essence that was dormant inside me. I looked after her, and could not take my eyes off the perfection created by the devil himself. The remnants of my independence have vanished to nowhere. I knew I would call. Here are just a little come. I will call and let it be what will be. It's stronger than me.

So, I hit the net, set up by an experienced lesbian, and I was sucked in a quagmire of vicious passion. But I did not want to get out of the dirty swamp.

And I called. I dialed the number and pressed the call. Inside me, everything trembled.

“Hello,” the teacher’s clear voice sounded invitingly in my head, and I was silent.

- Hello?

Tears flowed from the eyes of the stream, but I was still silent.

- Hello, I know it is you, Bragina. How long are you going to play in silence, huh?

- I, I agree, I will come, I am ready.

- You will come to me by eight in the evening on the Embankment ...