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Rated: 13+ · Short Story · Fantasy · #2190059
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Everyone was waiting for the results. Saumya had just given her exams and her dad promised her that she would get a special present if she scores well in them.
Obviously Saumya was a bright student and so she got an A1 on her result . Both her mum and dad congratulated her,and as per the promise her father presented her with the gift.
Though they belonged to rich upper class family and saumya being the single child was the twinkle of her parents eyes.not only she was a good student but also she was really attractive. She had latest technology gadgets,good branded clothes and somewhat everything that a 20 year old girl want,so bars were really high to surprise her. But her father never fail to amaze her after all this time. So, there he came from the bedroom with a boy walking behind him on a leash.Her dad very proudly said "there it is honey, this is your present for scoring good grades,hope you would like it" added her mother.Both Parents were were delighted giving their daughter her own personal slave. you see being the only child..so Her parents thought gifting her slave would not only get her company at home but also would make her more authoritative and decisive.Also they have a lot of money as her dad owns a big jewellery business.

Saumya was perplexed seeing this. "you know a watch or a pair of shoes would have been fine dad" she said. "Yeah, but that you could buy any day that not special" her mother replied. "Just try him for a week or two and if he annoys you or disobey's you could punish him as you want if still on satisfied we would replace him" her father added on.

Alright if you people are insisting this much i will keep it. Her father proudly handed the leash to his daughter . "what's his name btw?" she asked lo oking at her slave with judging eyes.' Abhi' her father replied.but you could just call him slave. Abhi was also about Saumya's age,though he was by far below in looks,attractiveness and intelligence compared to his owner. Saumya was one of the rare pieces of gem having both beauty and brains "lets go to my room,i guess" saumya said this with a chucke. slave followed Saumya on his all fours behind her feet. Saumya was dressed in her cute top ,pyjamas with her slippers at home.

As they reached her room saumya flipped her slippers disorderly with her foot, and jumped on her bed . her slave kneeling in front of her bed picked up he slippers and placed them by her owner's bed.Saumya went on reading the latest edition of vouge while the dumb slave was blankly looking at her."so how are you going to address me have you decided yet?" slave asked with his trembling voice .well i was thinking of daddy's choice and calling you a 'slave'.Saumya continued reading magzine, when she again heard a annoying fearful voice saying "And how should i address you??"

'Oooo would you stop annoying me' saumya said with an authoritative voice and slapped him. sorry sorry sorry the slave cried looking at saumya with his pitiful ugly face.

ok,so let's make some ground rules here for you dumbo- saumya said furiously as she closed down the magzine

firstly ,i am gonna' call you slave . your real name is not important around here. o wait wait the first and the most important would be you don't get to initiate the conversation you just listen and obey she added with enthusiasm. looks like she was getting hang of the whole slave thing.
secondly, you would address me as 'princess' even when we are in public.
third, you don't get to look at me, i mean seriously you creeped the hell out of me in 10 min.always face down in front of me, or even going a step further bow every time you see me.
at least say yes or no?? she asked. sorry princess but you said not to speak until asked.slave replied. Saumya slapped him once again. here you go there fourth one never counter or contradict
me.. I am always right.. "yes princess" he replied with terror in his eyes and his trembling voice.. "good" and now bow down to the floor and and stop creeping me out. she replied

with her slippers right next to his head,such that he could smell the sweat in them. the slave bow in front of his princess while she turned to reading her magzine.

an hour and a half passed princess saumya was texting her friends while her mother's voice came from downsatirs saying "dinner's ready". for slave who was bowing down for
almost last two hours completely ignored by her princess, he realised the smell of the sweat magnified so he stealthily took a peak and saw a beautiful foot with long toenails painted beige right next to him.. Come on put on my slippers princess saumya commanded himwith her feet floating by side of her bed .slave in a haste picked up the left and right slippers and placed them under her princess royal feet. Saumya picked up the leash and the slave with his face down on all fours followed her staring at her feet. the two descended the stairs and went downstairs for the dinner.





.Everyone was waiting for the results. Saumya had just given her exams and her dad promised her that she would get a special present if she scores well in them.
Obviously Saumya was a bright student and so she got an A1 on her result . Both her mum and dad congratulated her,and as per the promise her father presented her with the gift.
Though they belonged to rich upper class family and saumya being the single child was the twinkle of her parents eyes.not only she was a good student but also she was really attractive. She had latest technology gadgets,good branded clothes and somewhat everything that a 20 year old girl want,so bars were really high to surprise her. But her father never fail to amaze her after all this time. So, there he came from the bedroom with a boy walking behind him on a leash.Her dad very proudly said "there it is honey, this is your present for scoring good grades,hope you would like it" added her mother.Both Parents were were delighted giving their daughter her own personal slave. you see being the only child..so Her parents thought gifting her slave would not only get her company at home but also would make her more authoritative and decisive.Also they have a lot of money as her dad owns a big jewellery business.

Saumya was perplexed seeing this. "you know a watch or a pair of shoes would have been fine dad" she said. "Yeah, but that you could buy any day that not special" her mother replied. "Just try him for a week or two and if he annoys you or disobey's you could punish him as you want if still on satisfied we would replace him" her father added on.

Alright if you people are insisting this much i will keep it. Her father proudly handed the leash to his daughter . "what's his name btw?" she asked lo oking at her slave with judging eyes.' Abhi' her father replied.but you could just call him slave. Abhi was also about Saumya's age,though he was by far below in looks,attractiveness and intelligence compared to his owner. Saumya was one of the rare pieces of gem having both beauty and brains "lets go to my room,i guess" saumya said this with a chucke. slave followed Saumya on his all fours behind her feet. Saumya was dressed in her cute top ,pyjamas with her slippers at home.

As they reached her room saumya flipped her slippers disorderly with her foot, and jumped on her bed . her slave kneeling in front of her bed picked up he slippers and placed them by her owner's bed.Saumya went on reading the latest edition of vouge while the dumb slave was blankly looking at her."so how are you going to address me have you decided yet?" slave asked with his trembling voice .well i was thinking of daddy's choice and calling you a 'slave'.Saumya continued reading magzine, when she again heard a annoying fearful voice saying "And how should i address you??"

'Oooo would you stop annoying me' saumya said with an authoritative voice and slapped him. sorry sorry sorry the slave cried looking at saumya with his pitiful ugly face.

ok,so let's make some ground rules here for you dumbo- saumya said furiously as she closed down the magzine

firstly ,i am gonna' call you slave . your real name is not important around here. o wait wait the first and the most important would be you don't get to initiate the conversation you just listen and obey she added with enthusiasm. looks like she was getting hang of the whole slave thing.
secondly, you would address me as 'princess' even when we are in public.
third, you don't get to look at me, i mean seriously you creeped the hell out of me in 10 min.always face down in front of me, or even going a step further bow every time you see me.
at least say yes or no?? she asked. sorry princess but you said not to speak until asked.slave replied. Saumya slapped him once again. here you go there fourth one never counter or contradict
me.. I am always right.. "yes princess" he replied with terror in his eyes and his trembling voice.. "good" and now bow down to the floor and and stop creeping me out. she replied

with her slippers right next to his head,such that he could smell the sweat in them. the slave bow in front of his princess while she turned to reading her magzine.

an hour and a half passed princess saumya was texting her friends while her mother's voice came from downsatirs saying "dinner's ready". for slave who was bowing down for
almost last two hours completely ignored by her princess, he realised the smell of the sweat magnified so he stealthily took a peak and saw a beautiful foot with long toenails painted beige right next to him.. Come on put on my slippers princess saumya commanded himwith her feet floating by side of her bed .slave in a haste picked up the left and right slippers and placed them under her princess royal feet. Saumya picked up the leash and the slave with his face down on all fours followed her staring at her feet. the two descended the stairs and went downstairs for the dinner.





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