The warden, who had knocked, opened the door after a "come in" that came from inside. "Good morning, Mrs. Miller. This is Valentin. "
With these words she pushed him forward into the office of the director and closed the door behind him.
Now he stood with a lousy feeling all alone in front of the large writing desk. What would he expect for a punishment?
He kept his eyes lowered, tried to stand upright, though he would prefer to hide and waited with anxiety.
The director looked up to him after she had seen briefly in his file, rose from her office chair and slowly came around the table. She wore a tight costume that emphasized her long legs.
"Yesterday morning you were selected by a customer in our agency. You'll be brought to her tomorrow after breakfast. I hope you know how to behave there. Don't blame the host center. Before that, you will be examined and made up again. „She briefly looked at him from head to toe and then turned away. "That would be all, you can go."
Valentin only nodded and avoided looking at her directly. A huge stone fell from his heart that he had no punishment. But what did the director say? He has been selected? That couldn't be. Who wanted a third-class servant of love?
In front of the door he was already expected by the guards, who accompanied him to the infirmary and left him behind the registration of the station.
In the white waiting room he thought again about what the director had said, and could not believe it yet. Whether that would really happen, or it didn't work for the last moment. That's why he didn't want to look forward to it and wait a while.
Valentin did not have to sit there long until the helper brought him to the treatment room. He hated the investigations. Especially when they touch the genitals. The doctor was already sitting at her desk and leafing through his medical record.
"Good morning, ma'am."
"Good morning, Valentin." She looked up and smiled. "Your final examination! Let's do it. "
With that she rose and pointed to the treatement table. "Take off your shirt."
He pulled the beige gown of the institution's clothes over his head, sat down on the table and waited for what she would do.
Shortly thereafter, the helper brought in a small tray, on which a large syringe lay and handed it to the Doctor who placed the part next to Valentin.
"You get your chip now."
With these words she disinfected his left upper arm, stabbed the thick needle in his muscle, which briefly ached and put the tiny piece of metal in it.
After that, routine checks followed such as blood loss, pulse and blood pressure measurements. In the end, the doctor apparently examined every inch of his very bright skin on the whole body, whether it was also free of injuries. Unfortunately also in places which were uncomfortable to him, like the scanning of his testicles and his penis for example.
At the back she drove along his spine up to the coccyx and knocked him appreciating on the bottom.
"Healthy and kicking. You were lucky enough to have been selected." Her fingers dashed once more over his shoulders, his chest and his belly. "You have so delicate, fine skin. Really a nice guy! And great hair. Your future mistress will surely have a lot of joy with you. "
Valentin remarked that her touches were no longer only professional, and stiffened easily. But luckily she turned away again.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, as she sat behind her desk and entered the results into his file.
After that, he went on to the beautician, where he was removed after grown body hair and followed manicure and pedicure. The last thing he sat at was the hairdresser, who smoothed out the frayed lace cut and his white blond hair. When he was dismissed, he finally had to look shipshape.
In the evening, the guards brought him into a single cell in the conciliation wing.
Now he sat on the bunk of this barren white room, and a thousand thoughts buzzed through his head. It seemed totally unreal to him that he should finally come out of this building, that he had actually been selected.
He hoped that he would have it better at his mistress than here, that she was nice to him and had no perverted sexual desires.
What woman was she? Did she look good, was she young?
He was barely asleep that night, and kept rolling back and forth. This uncertainty, which awaited him in his new home, made him very much to create and he was totally upset.
Again and again he had dreamed of getting away from here and hardly believed it since his potency had diminished.
Lately, he's been inhibiting him every time he's ordered to sleep with a warden. He put himself under pressure, then it did not work properly and after that he always felt inferior. He was it in that moment. Therefore, he wished that he would have no such problems with his mistress. Because she would have brought him back, if he didn't get it. Who wanted to have a loser as a host. His good looks are no longer useful to him. But he suspected that his problems were related to the things he had to do secretly at two of the wardens from wing C. But he repressed these memories immediately; eventually he should escape their influence now.
The next morning Valentin had his breakfast brought to the cell early. As soon as he had eaten everything, two guards appeared again, who escorted him to the yard, where a dark car was already waiting.
Valentin looked up again at the cell wing before he started and hoped to never see these walls again.
He hadn't seen the world outside for four years. Since he was sixteen years old when they brought him from the children's home to the host center to be prepared for the love service. But he could not enjoy the view from the car at all, because he was plagued by uncertainty. The ride appeared to him endlessly.
Soon chic houses with front gardens lined the street. His mistress lived in a noble area, but that was to be expected. Only rich could afford a host at all.
The car stopped in front of a courtyard entrance of a two-story bungalow, which had a bright-yellow façade and a white garage door. The attendant brought Valentin to the front door and the nervousness rose even more when his accompaniment pressed on the bell. Now, in the next few moments, he would know who his mistress was.
A pretty young woman with brown, wavy hair and slender figure opened the door. Valentin learned her name through the short conversation between the two women. He greeted her with a formal greeting: "Good afternoon, ma'am." And flew away her apparition, for he did not want to stare at her. That was not allowed for a servant. But his first impression of his mistress was positive.
She stood smiling at him, and gave him his hand: "Welcome, Valentin! I'm glad you're here. Come in! "
After the center's staff had passed, the young man cautiously entered the hallway. Curiously he looked around. In the entrance area everything was kept in bright colours. The floor tiles, the walls and also the wardrobe furniture. Alex tore him out of the contemplation by grabbing his hand and pulling him to the staircase.
"I'll show you your room. Come on! "
A white wooden staircase with the same railing led to the upper hallway, which was designed with a light brown carpet. There, his mistress steered the second door on the right and opened it.
"So here is your room with private bathroom."
Then she pointed to the clothes which had been laid on the bed: "Surely you look even better than in this institution's clothes. Get dressed and come down again. I'll wait there for so long. "
He nodded, "Yes, ma'am."
With that she left him alone and Valentin first examined the room. On a wall stood the bed and opposite the wardrobe of light wood and a chest of drawers. After a quick glance out of the window into the garden, he folded the clothes apart. A blue T-shirt, jeans shorts and panties.
His previous stuff was quickly stored and now he attacked first after the white slip. After that he pulled the shirt over his head and slipped into the jeans. Everything fit very well, but for him it was absolutely unusual to wear normal clothes after eleven years. Especially the trousers narrowed him, but he would probably get used to it quickly. It was just now a big difference to the wide part with elastic from the host center.
Valentin looked at himself in the mirror attached to the bathroom-door and liked the things very well.
But now he did not want to let his mistress wait any longer. Presumably he let her wait for far too long.
He quickly left his room and descended the stairs.
There was a tall, dark-haired servant who smiled at him nicely. "You must be Valentin. I'm Joe. Alex is already sitting on the terrace. Come on, I'll take you to her. "
The newcomer followed the servant through the living room, of which Valentin had hardly registered anything, and showed him on the sunny terrace the place opposite the mistress of the house.
Alex found that he looked really much better in the new things, just sweet. Valentin seemed to have hardly any beard. He had so bright flawless skin on his face and he seemed to be unable to tarnish water. His hair shone even brighter in the sun than in the photos and the blue eyes were very intense by the light.
"Do you like a second breakfast?"
"Err Yes, Madam," stammered Valentin, looking at the covered table.
His mistress pointed to some things: "Take what you want. Do you like coffee? "
He nodded and she immediately called for Joe, so that he would bring Valentin a coffee.
During the breakfast the host thawed a little and finally asked, "Do you live all alone in this big house, Ma'am?"
Alex took a sip from her mug: "Yes, is that surprising?! Joe and Jake live in the annexe over there, so I'm here alone. But now until you're there," she beamed at him, "You can't even imagine how glad I am about it. Call me "Alex" from now on. We're going to leave the "Madam". I feel so old. "
Valentin slammed his eyes down, "OK, I'll try!"
After the meal he got up immediately, began to put the used tableware together and bring it into the kitchen. There Joe was just tidying up and pointed out next to the sink: "Just put it there. I'll do it later. "
When Valentin wanted to go back to Alex on the terrace, she just got up from the table and looked at him regretfully: "I have to go to work. Joe or Jake should show you everything else. You can do whatever you want, just don't leave the house without my permission. "
She looked briefly at her wristwatch: "Well, I must now. I'll be back at about 5 o'clock. Bye! " At the same time she dashed over his cheek.
Valentin found her sympathetic until now. Luckily, she was attractive, so that he would hopefully have no trouble in that respect. He sat down in an armchair of gray lounge furniture on the terrace when she was away and looked at the many plants in the garden. Bushes, palm plants and some flowers. But especially the pool he found inviting. He was not sure if he could swim in it. She had at least said that everything was allowed.
In the host center, they had to train regularly in the indoor pool to get fit. Valentin had always fallen for swimming. Better than the strength training. That wasn't his case.
Then a dark blond, lanky boy emerged from the little outbuilding, who came to him and greeted him.
"Hi, I'm Jake, and I'm supposed to take care of you."
Valentin smiled: "Hi, nice to meet you!"
The other one went on into the house. "I still have to clean up. See you later! "
Finally Valentin sat down on the edge of the pool and let the legs hang in. The sun was already burning from the sky, which he was no longer accustomed to, because in the center he had hardly gotten any. Once a day they were allowed to go for a while in the large courtyard, but that was far too little.
Suddenly someone spoke to him.
"You can go in. At your stuff must be a swimsuit too. "
Valentin turned his head and looked at Joe, who stood on the terrace and pointed to the first floor. For a valet he was pretty attractive as opposed to Jake. Maybe he used to be a host once.
"Or should I show you everything first?"
"Yes please," replied the younger.
Joe led him through the house, the garden and the dependence. Now Valentin knew where everything was, and would be better off.
The maid was very sympathetic and witty. Jake, on the other hand, was more closed and Valentin had the feeling that he met with scepticism.
After the house tour he retired and then refreshed in the pool. He swam with pleasure a few laps and splashed around.
After swimming, Joe showed him how the TV worked and so Valentin watched for a while. This was also new for him, that he could turn around the channel and look at what he wanted.
In the evening, Alex finally came home. She was already very excited about how it would become with her new host and went right up to dress up something more comfortable. On the way to her bedroom she met Joe in the hallway and asked him what Valentin had done during the day. Her servant told her how the new had driven off time, and it made her smile.
"It seems to please him here. Get the dinner ready. "
Valentin awaited his mistress at the foot of the stairs to greet her: "Good evening, Alex. I hope you had a pleasant day. " To call her with the first name was totally unaccustomed to him.
"Hello Valentin. I hope you didn't get bored. "
"No, not at all. It's very nice here. "
Alex pointed to the living room: "Come, let's have dinner. Did you get everything you wanted from the two? "
Valentin answered and asked, while he withdrew the chair at the dining table: "Do they have to serve me?"
She took a seat. "Yes. You're higher than they are. Of course you can also take yourself what you need. The fridge is always well filled. "
When they finished with the delicious food, his mistress said, "Joe told you that you were already in the pool. Then you don't want to bathe any more. "
He became uncertain: "I don't know. Do you want it? "
She nodded and stood up, "I'm just put on a bikini. Go ahead and get in here. "
As long as Alex change clothes, Valentin sat in his shorts on the edge of the pool. When he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder, he winced with fright. "Do not frighten," said his mistress, "It's just me."
He watched as she sat down a piece away from him, began to wet her thighs and then slipped into the pool.
In the bikini, her attractive figure was revealed to him. She had a nicely curved waist, a flat stomach and medium-sized breasts.
Alex swam some laps, then rose out of the water, dashed him briefly over his head and went into the house.
Valentin looked at her with a queasy feeling when he thought of the upcoming night. He certainly had to prove to her his love-arts.
What if he fails? Then she would bring him back. Before that he was afraid of the most. He never wanted to go back to the host center again.
Finally he got up and went slowly to the sofa, where his mistress was already sitting in front of the TV. He settled down at the place where she had patted beside herself.
They were silent for a while and Alex was thinking about what to talk to Valentin.
Then she asked, "What do you like to do?"
"I don't know. We had to do a lot of sports. But I like to read. "
Alex noticed that he seldom looked at her directly. Even now he focused his gaze rather on the focusing screen. She put her finger under his chin and picked it up. Now she could finally look into these wonderful blue eyes and already knew that she would not give him back any more.
"You have such great eyes, seductive lips..." She stroked it with her thumb. "... a flawless skin and silky hair." Her fingers played with one of his white blond strands.
Valentin cramped a little. Did she want more of him now?