S(l)ave Me

I

"Here's our Masterlist of kinks and such," Zayn explained, "All you do is simply click yes, no, or maybe by each one." He pointed to the bubbles next to each bulleted kink. "Then we couple that with your personality and lifestyle profile, and your ideal mate profile, and match you with a slave that best fits." Zayn stood back from the computer with a smile on his face.

The man looked up at Zayn and nodded, "Sounds easy enough. And if you can't match me I get my desposit back right?"

"Of course. If we don't have any suitable matches for you we'll keep your profile on record, with your permission, and keep looking. But we have the largest database of slaves in the world. I'm sure we'll find you the one." The man nodded again and looked back to the screen. His hand hovered over the touch pad but didn't move to press anything. Zayn cleared his throat and backed up a step, "I'll just leave you to it then. It will notify me when you're done and I'll be back to show you out."

Zayn turned to leave, but the man's sharp, "Wait," stopped him. He came back with a pleasant but confused look. The man sighed heavily and rubbed his face with his hands. "What if she hates me? Let's say you find me someone-"

"We will."

The man's lips twitched up in a small smile, "Let's say you find me someone. And I take her home and she hates me. We don't click. I can't-you know-give her what she needs," he emphasized the words you know a raise of his brow.

Zayn sat on the edge of the glass table and put a hand on the man's shoulder. "I'm sure you're worrying for nothing. Everyone that's in our database is there because they're looking for the right person. Whomever we match you with is just as nervous as you are right now." Zayn shrugged, "Plus, that's why we have a thirty-day guaruntee. If the match doesn't work we'll put you both back in the system and try again."

"But then that slave will be marked Abandoned, right?"

Zayn nodded solemnly. "That's unfortunately true, but we don't plan on that happening. We have the most extensive, thorough system in place to find you the right match, the first time."

"Has that ever happened here?"

"Finding the right match? Of course, everyday!"

"No. I mean, slaves being returned?"

Zayn tilted his head and looked to the ceiling, "It has happened, yes. But only a couple of times in the ten years my company has been running. And considering we match hundreds of matches a week, I'd say that's pretty good. The good we do here most definitely outweighs the bad."

"Yeah. I'm just nervous, I guess."

"Without reason, I'm sure. The kindness I see in you is sure to translate to a healthy, loving Master/slave relationship. Don't worry."

The man's hand moved back to the touch pad. "Yeah, right. Thanks," he said more firmly.

Zayn touched his shoulder one more time and left him to it.

***

"I can't believe you matched me already!" The man stood in Zayn's office two days later.

Zayn rubbed his hands together and smiled wide, "I told you, we're the best. Plus the woman we found for you matched your Masterlist ninety-eight percent. Which is almost unheard of considering the specificity and variety of the list. She matches your physical attraction nearly to a tee. It was just fate, I suppose."

"When can I meet her?"

"She waiting for you right now actually." Zayn pressed the buzzer on his desk phone and a woman with long brown hair and pale grey eyes stepped into the office. She had her hands folder in front of her and her eyes to the floor as she was led by one of Zayn's assistants to stand next to the man.