Future Dom

Slave Scavo: Master wants to report that his latest client is a ‘Faust’ client.

Mary: Oh? What was he doing?

Slave Scavo: It wasn’t really well defined; he didn’t even mention any ‘special’ requirements, or that Faust had referred him until Master and I were about to leave.

Mary: So you were there as well, and saw him.

Slave Scavo: Yep; I’m uploading imagery as well. He seems to intend to set up a dairy-farm and use that for cover, somehow.

Mary: Dairy farm? How would cows cover missing girls?

• Talib Yoshida

• ‘Slave’ Scavo

• Mary

• Hadia

The leader, instigator. Tallest - got shorter with the leg mod. Skipped foot mod.

• Cynthia

Somewhat reluctant. Took the foot mod.

• Adieen

More adventurous, and interested in mods. The shortest - the leg mods gave her really long legs. Took heel and catheter mod.

Talib leaned back and sighed. Turning a guy away was always — awkward.

“Master, may I ask a question?”

“Sure, Slave. What is it?”

“Is it just because you prefer women that you don’t train men?”

He turned his chair to face her. “Pretty much, yeah. I have trained men in the past, when I was starting out, but it never worked as well, for either me or them. Money isn’t a problem at the moment, so I stick with women — who I enjoy training more.”

Slave nodded. “And you don’t put that in your ads?”

Adieen met him at the door again the next night. “Come in; Hadia and Joanna are waiting in the stables. We, um, decided to get started early.” She was grinning.

Talib just raised an eyebrow and followed her.

The scene when he got the stables made him shake his head. “There are right ways and wrong ways to put things on. Am I going to have to teach you?”

Hadia looked up and blushed. “Sorry, we were just playing…”

Talib walked through the house to the stable. “I was under the impression that not everyone would be here.”

Adieen shrugged. “It sounded like you wanted to work with us individually, so we picked nights for the first week.”

Talib considered, then stopped and turned to the not-so-discretely following gaggle. “Ok, you can watch, but only if you promise not to distract anyone. Otherwise, I did bring everyone’s gear.”

Talib considered ringing the bell a second time, but the door finally opened. He recognized the woman who opened the door, she’d spoken a couple of times during their meeting. “Hi, Adieen was it? Are people ready for my visit?”

“Yes, come in. Who is with you?”

“This is my assistant, she goes by ‘Slave’, actually. She wasn’t able to make the come to the office on the day we met.”

“I remember you said something about another client.”

“Yes, she was attending to them at the time. Nice place you’ve got here.”

“Romy!” Alicia came running.

“Hi Alicia.” Romy replied with a smile.

Which caused Alicia to skid to a halt. “You can <em>talk</em>.” A closer examination. “And you have dog-ears, and a tail.” Another pause. “And the implant doesn’t say you are Property.”

“I’m not, at the moment. Me and my owner decided it wasn’t working the way we’d hoped.”

“Then why are you still a dog? And why the ears, and tail?”

“Because I like being a dog. And I’m hoping I can talk someone else into being my owner, and I think they’ll like the ears and tail.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Not bad. A bit sore, but it’s fading. Worn out, but not really. I mean, I don’t feel tired, but mentally I’m worn out. Oh, and I’m hungry.”

Talib really hadn’t wanted to come into the office today, but there’d been a prospective client who’d insisted, and realistically he wasn’t doing anything at home besides watching Romy. The werewolf mod pushed the limits, and she wasn’t always in full control of her actions, nor did her body always stay in one form, but beyond containing her so that she didn’t damage anything there wasn’t much he could do. He had left Slave to watch, with instructions to alert him if anything looked like it was getting dangerous.