which I will define. At the same time, all of the above is not mutual, and you have no right to ask me questions about privacy, to know with whom I communicate and why I communicate. You just serve me and, if necessary, provide sexual services when I demand it. Loyalty, of course, I also do not promise you. From this option, you can refuse at any time. But as soon as you refuse, the consequences are as in point one. The days you can spend on yourself and your problems will remain the same. I told everything. You just have to choose one of the options. Chances to change your mind and choose another you will not have, have in mind.

- Ah ... I can think?

- Think. You have ten minutes. I will go out, and when I return, you will call the answer. Irene left and closed the door behind her.

My thoughts were spinning wildly in my head. I did not want to give up Irene and from serving her. But the conditions she called were too harsh, and I was trivially afraid. I was afraid of its cruelty, its cruelty, I was afraid of my degradation and obscurity ... But when I thought about how I would serve Irene, and most importantly, how I would do it, I was embraced by arousal and strong excitement. At the same time, fear and arousal mixed in absolutely equal doses, and I could not understand what was more in me. Thoughts frantically rushing in my head, and I was in utter confusion and did not understand what I want more. Reason said that it is not necessary to agree, and that if I agree, I can simply turn into a wordless animal. Imagination, on the other hand, drew me seductive scenes involving Irene and insistently advised “Agree! You can always leave! ” Then the mind turned on again, it was again interrupted by the imagination and thoughts were rushing around in the head in a closed circle. I did not notice how these ten minutes passed. I did not take decisions. And when the door opened, I did not know the answer.

- I am listening to you!

At this point, the mind was able to seize control of the brain and speech centers. And I, unexpectedly for myself, issued:

- Option one, Irena Viktorovna!

I looked up and immediately regretted what I had said. Irene stood in the doorway in all its glory. Black corset with garters, no panties, but there are stockings and black patent leather shoes with a very high stiletto. In the outstretched hand - a stack touching the bottom of the heel. Natural relaxed posture and bewilderment in her gray eyes.

I suddenly felt like a complete idiot. An idiot who has just, with his own hands destroyed his future. That future, which could be and which will never be. The future is at the magnificent legs of Irene, which I can now only remember. Perplexity in the eyes of Irene was replaced by rage. She threw the stack to the floor and hissed:

“Then get out of my house!” Immediately!

- I was wrong, Ire ...

- I said out! Now. You chose everything.

Getting up from my knees, I went out of the bedroom, moaning, and heard in the back:

- Collar take off now. You have no right to wear it!

On the move, I undid the collar and gently put it in the hallway. Gathered things, took a toothbrush and a razor and left her apartment. Left forever.

Since that Saturday more than three years have passed. A week later, I left work because I simply could not see Irene every day and not have to serve her. She hasn't said a word to me this week. When I signed the letter of dismissal, I did it in silence, throwing it to me then so that it fell to the floor. Instead of two weeks, I was fired in three days.

Every day I think about her and what stupidity I did. I found her in all social networks where she was present, but my requests remained unanswered. All my attempts to find a woman the same as she did not succeed, although sometimes it seemed that I had found something similar.But each time it still turned out that this was not the case. Probably there are no other such women. At least I have never met one more.

Epilogue

I was walking down the street and suddenly I saw her. Irene was walking with her flying step, I had already decided to call her, but then the door of the car at the sidewalk opened. A young man in a dark blue suit came out of it and respectfully opened the back door in front of Irene. She got into the car and turned around, looking for a moment in my eyes. I realized that she noticed me and leaned towards her, but she was already in the cabin. The young man slammed the door and went to the driver's seat. From under the collar of his shirt, he was peeking the edge of a dark red leather collar.