Obedient stranger

“What a lovely night,” he sighed sadly, squeezing her hand. – I’ll never forget you!”

There was a crazy twinkle in his eyes. He liked the square. Under the treetops, everything was silent, everything was lost… Along the alley along which the Lord and the Obedient Stranger were walking, there were spreading lime trees. The air was cool and crisp. It smelled of lilac, mown grass, and damp fog. Sometimes they met dog walkers who had arrived late. Their offspring were on short leashes, their collars flashing in the dark, having had their fill of exercise, at peace, trudging with their tongues hanging out to their home-made stew. But for some reason, many of them showed aggression towards the Lord. When they met, they would start growling, bristling, trying to pounce on him and even bite him. Their owners did not understand anything and apologized, barely restraining their crazy pets.

– Why do dogs dislike you so much?” – the Obedient Stranger smiled, pointing to the lapdog, foaming with rage. “Even this pretty girl seems to care about you.”

“Oh, I’ve noticed that attitude a long time ago…” the Lord replied when they were past the danger. – I think it’s from loneliness.”

“From loneliness?” – What is it? “his companion asked, batting her eyelashes naively.

– Yes, I am very lonely in my life. I don’t really trust anyone, unfortunately… And loneliness, as you know, makes a man a beast. So the dogs react.

“Let’s turn off the alley, then,” the woman suggested. – I don’t want my Lord to be killed by a rabid Bug in front of me.”

They had indeed turned off the alley and were almost groping their way into the darkness, pushing aside the branches of bushes and trees.

“Through the thorns to the stars,” the Lord grinned, holding up his hat with one hand.

Soon the couple came to a low red brick wall. It was a monument preserved from Soviet times, in the form of a rocket, as if flying out of the bowl of the pool. The aluminum sheets had apparently been stolen by colormet hunters, and now all that was left of her was a rusty metal frame. In the moonlight, it resembled the outline of the Eiffel Tower. The water was about half full in the bowl. It smelled like mud. The obedient Stranger had even once seen the boys sitting there with fishing rods and catching something. The authorities had long promised the residents of the area to restore order, but the case did not start from the dead end, and while frogs croaked and ducks swam here.

At this skeleton, the Lord suddenly embraced the Stranger and kissed her. She didn’t resist, she had been waiting for this for a long time, and she put her arms around the man’s shoulders, touching his face, and closed her eyes. He was taller than she was, and she seemed to be hanging on to him, bending her knee for comfort and elegantly lifting it back with the heel up.

– So you’re really obedient?’ – What is it? ‘he asked, undoing the top few buttons of his jacket.

The dutiful Stranger smiled knowingly. She had condoms in her purse just in case. It seemed to her that the Lord hesitated, and she snuggled up to comfort him.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’ll do it myself.”

Now she was ready to give herself to this man, and she wanted to feel a little like him, as if to love him for a moment, to feel his kind heart. In a way, she liked him as a man. Not rough, neat, with a certain amount of respect and calmness. She was obviously not calm enough, deep down she was worried, worried, sometimes looking around, afraid that someone would notice them. Even though it was dark here by the pond, the light from the lanterns still filtered through the trees, and their silhouettes could be seen from the road. The obedient Stranger was two heads shorter. She looked at her Master with a look of complete humility and even fear, as a traveler caught in a field looks at the stormy black sky.

– I’ll do whatever you ask.” But please note that we don’t have much time. I have to be home in ten minutes.

He grinned and put a rough hand to her pointed, upturned chin. Then his thumb brushed her wet lips, slid into her parted mouth, and the Obedient Stranger sucked on it like a sweet lollipop. This aroused him, but for a moment he enjoyed the fatigue of her pale face, and she, willing to obey his will and hidden desires, only closed her eyes.

“Don’t feel sorry for me, don’t…,” she whispered in sweet anticipation. “Do whatever you want with me…”

“Good,” he sighed, smiling contentedly. – First, I want to see your complete submission!”

“Order me, order me… but please don’t hesitate.”

The man in the hat thought for a moment, feeling the Obedient Stranger tremble in his arms with impatience to do his bidding.