You came back from work tired and exhausted, prepared a barchelor supper, opened a bottle of cold light beer which never came to an end in your refrigerator, sat in an armchair and turned on your computer... Many years has passed from that moment as your wife who has been frightened of your erotic desires about which she asked you to tell so long, took her goods one sunny morning and slapped the door. The house became empty and uncomfortable, it looked like as if gauging pending... As well as you. You wandered on rooms, feeling electricity of the air which tickled your nostrils with an unusual smell, an another's smell. You and your house waited the Mistress, who will dispose and subordinate to herself everything, including you.

You enter the web already again only to find Her... Magnificent blondes, tiny brunettes, eyes, smiles … Pupils are narrowed from a pressure - you peer at thousand faces to find that unique which can fill in the emptiness which absorbs you.

Who is She, your Mistress? Your imagination till now has not drawn Her image - only dim lines and light. Yes, She exhales unusual force and sexuality, Her bearing is majestic, movements smooth and perfected, She never removes Her sight and nothing asks, - She demands. She was born to rule over the world, your world.

All not that! All of them are identical to disgust, - their smiles, movements, clothes, hairdresses, make-up... They clumsily hold in hands swiches, disgustingly smile, trying thus to create an erotic image and to entice on a pair of minutes to themselves, to wag with the ass in front of the vebcamera, to tell a couple of dirty words concerning that they will make with you if you pay some quantity of money... They are disgusting simply because the Mistress never ask about anything, she orders!

One more day passed, one more day you lived without Her... It`s aIready night outdoors and your eyes start to be sick... It would be time to change the monitor...

Couple months ago at this time you usually loafed in searches in brothels, squandering money to the right and to the left in hope that that attractive honey girl can brighten up your life... You have decided, that were mistaken, - your Mistress would never work in a brothel!

Streets... Driving the car not always you pay attention to pedestrians - all of them somewhere hasten, merge in grey weight. And even if among this weight you casually will notice a pair of harmonous legs, - their owner necessarily will disappoint with round-shouldered bearing, short hair or an awful suit, ridiculously hanging on the priest...

But when you despaired of the vain attempts, She came to you in dreams... In due course Her image began to get some features, - the well-groomed long nails polished in scarlet is delicious (She only once took off a glove, getting light a cigarette... But you have had time to remember this detail), the harmonous legs always tightened in black latex or a leather (She never wore skirts), a small breasts of the correct form with sticking out dummies (it was simple for noticing - She didn`t wear any lingerie! - always ready to an embodiment of Her any desire), a small birthmark on a right shoulder...

Sometimes She seems to you too fragile to be strong, but a voice... No, it`s not a mistake... She faced to you, looking at you haughtily (in the dreams you always sat on your working table, and She wore very high heels, therefore you couldn`t determine Her growth), rhythmically patting a swich by her palm... Easy smile played on Her lips, - not fawning and not vulgar, but little bit ironic and haughty, - She said something to you (your brain, as if a dictophone has written down Her voice up to last note), but you were always so concentrated on Her eyes that has never remembered the words She said to you...

And each time waking up reproached yourself that has not remembered that She said to you, and justified yourself that Her sight is allocated a magnetic force - when She looks you in the face, - all world around grows gim also all there is such insignificant, even a sense of Her own words. And She always looks you in the face...

You stand before a mirror, but in reflection not you - the night image again emerges in memory, and you are intense watch the movements of Her lips, trying to read in them words. The hand has shuddered and instantly on a cheek the thin strip of droplets of blood appeared... Again it was cut. A cut... A trace on your person - a trace from Her impact by the swich that you are such inattentive. You see, She addressed to you, probably, spoke that could prompt who is She and where you have to search Her...

"It`s time to fasten with it " - you have made the decision. Is that your decision? No, you have simply understood, that you are too weak - years of searches have resulted nothing also you search not a simple woman but the Mistress who will take the main place in your life, who will order you, operate you...

The firm hand of the head should not weaken… the main thing is that subordinates have not notice that...

You have made the decision - today's evening will be not such as there were all evenings of last three months. So, the plan: tonight you`ll dinner at the most expensive restaurant lonely. Expensive wine and little bit sad, missing sight... You know, that on women it will work by all means, they always are ready to regret and console (any ways!). Lonely unmarried man in an expensive suit and a manners of gentleman. The most beautiful visitor of restaurant will belong to you this night and in her sight there will be no irony...

Rain again, fuses, pedestrians...

The fat woman - secretary in glasses with thick lenses again has ordered not that mark of cigars and you again, trying to not pass to shout, explain, that for you it has the same important value as for her, for example, her salary.

The next assembly, phone calls, meetings... Yes, it`s necessary not to overlook to ask the secretary to order a table in restaurant for you... You take a tube, listen to her squeaky - fawned voice (today it irritates you as never had...), - faster this day would be finished, in the evening your life will change...

- Mr. Allan, I can go home?

- Yes, Chelsie. How about my table?

Silence...

- Chelsie?..

- Ah I`m sorry, has taken off from my head... I`ll order now, Mr. Allan, don`t worry.

You hung up the tube and smoked a cigar - this should weaken, it`s necessary to adjust for today's evening... Sourish smack which have instantly appeared in your mouth has forced you to throw it in an ashtray. Chelsie...

- Mr. Allan! I`m regret, but all the tables are already ordered... Can I call to another restaurant???

A limit...

- You are dismissed, Chelsie!!! Call in the centre of employment better, let they`ll send another secretary, and at the same time begin to them on the account, - you will find to yourself a new place faster! You`ll not overlook about that???

What, to hell, now restaurant... This thick cow spoiled everything......

You turn on your computer... but now you pursue another purpose. Driving home you got stuck in the fuse and thought about how large is the side between reality and web, reality and dreams… What would be if your wife that night has agreed to strap on dildo, to put you on knees and penetrate your ass? What if she hasn`t called you a sick man, and has simply made what you asked? She found an idle exit for herself - she took her goods and left, thus having forced you to rush on searches of the one who`ll make what you wanted. You did not regret a minute that she left. She only has confirmed your ideas... For these years you already tried to realize the dreams with other women to whom you paid any money if only they agreed to do that you wanted so much. But constantly it was necessary to force them, explain, help. They seemed to be a brainless wooden dolls, many of which even couldn`t finish what they started...

And then She appeared... Many times you told to yourself, that it`s your imagination has drawn Her to you, to whom your mind wanted to submit; hundreds times repeated to yourtself, that it`s an invention and at the same time did not trust this reasons. And if She realy exists? If dream can be transformed into reality?...

Tens of letters - answers to your announcements in the web... Mistress Monica already again offers to fuck your asshole for 150 bucks for one hour... Any amazon promises, that will torture your body until you`ll cum on her wonderful legs... And blond teen writes that she is ready to do everything, only doesn`t know what strapon dildo is...

To sleep... And if She`ll come to you in your dream, - not to look in the face, by all means it`s necessary to remember what She says...

You turned in the bed and couldn`t fall asleep, your body was poured by lead, but the brain didn`t submit. There were visions, but not dreams. She faced to you and laughed at your eyes, telling that you a pettiness, that you are too weak, that all of that you can do now is to lick a sole of Her footwear. In the other vision she sat on your table, slowly moved apart legs, showing to you a huge strapon dildo, approached to you Her face so close, that you could see every detail of Her face and is unexpectly Her face turned to a disgusting face of an old transvestite, whose unshaved face was covered with a thick layer of make-up … And then you have failed in a black chasm where dreams do not dream... Fragments, flashing... The sight from a window of your office, somewhere continuously calls the phone, buzz of the conditioner, unknown people, a bale of documents... Someone has lowered water in WC, whirlpool, dark again.... " I`m your new secretary "...

Your eyelashes blimmed and you opened your eyes - the sharp sunlight has struck to your face... "Really I have overslept? " - you have looked on the watches, - indeed, 10:47...

Cold shower, driving, parking, office... Chelsies` table is empty, phones continuously call... "Fuck, why they haven`t sent someone inspite of her?.. Noone want to work?" Bale of documents in the disorder rolled on a table and a heap of small pieces of paper with inscriptions: " called such... ", " at 16:00 assembly.. "... There is nobody to make a cup of coffee... When it will be finished? You still have thought, that it`s necessary to take yourself in hands and have unexpectedly rung out the phone:

- Mr.Berkeley?

- I listen to you...

- I call concerning...

Someone silently knocked to the door, but you didn`t give a value for this... It was necessary to concentrate on what the secretary of Mr. Mejer spoke. Your sight wandered on a table and on documents… you have noticed a shadow... Still listening to a voice in a tube you have lifted a head... She faced to you, patting a folder on a palm, and smiled... a small birthmark on the shoulder and eyes... She was saying something and you couldn`t tear off a sight and understand what she says... You have hung up the tube not having listened to the end...

- Excuse me, what did you say, Ms....?

The indulgent smile played on her face...

- Ms. Tress, Gretta Tress. I`m your new secretary.