Her Slave in Delhi

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“What? Umm..Sorry?” Not much came out from my mouth as I was thinking – What had just happened? I was so careful. Why did she not say something earlier. This is awkward.

“Oh we both know, you just adore my feet. Now do not pretend otherwise. Anyway, I am very bored these days. Let’s catch up soon. I will drop you a text.” She said casually without giving me time to defend myself.

“Oh ok. Sure. C ya”. That is all I could say after the sudden embarrassment.

She turned and walked away. She had this sparkle in her eye. Something was different. I would soon know that a lot was different.

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Three days later, I got a text from her at 6 PM in the evening. It read – “Hey. Come to house number ____, Block C, Defence Colony. You have 45 minutes. Don’t be late”.

45 minutes? Is this a joke? Who does she think she is? Does she think that I am here at her beck and call. This is no way to schedule a hang out. Though I was slightly irritated by this sudden and weird text, something in me wanted to run and reach her place within the time prescribed. Something in my head wanted to take her words as a serious command. And against my better judgment I texted her back –“ Will be there in 45.”.
I reached her place and rang the bell. It was a posh house with quite a classy outdoor décor. She must be loaded – I thought. However, I tried to plan how I am going to spend the time with her. In a hurry, I had forgotten to ask her if anyone else was joining us or what exactly was the plan.

The door opened. There she was in all her glory. She was wearing a pink tank top and a purple pair of shorts. Her hair were tied in a pony tail and she had these cute slippers on her feet. I could not have decided if she was more cute than sexy.

“Hey, do you want to come in or keep checking me out at the doorsteps?” She asked with a playful smile.

“What? I think you are mistaken about your looks. You are not that pretty that every man will ogle at you” I hoped that this banter will stop the awkward comments from her side.

She giggled and gestured me towards what seemed to be a living room. I walked in. The house seemed to be empty. It was a sophisticated living space with modern furniture, dim lights and tall glass windows.

“My parents do not live here. They stay in Gurgaon but I stay here as my office is close by. It gets so lonely here at times. So today, I thought I should call you!” She explained.

“That is fine. But you do realise that you cannot just text someone at such short notice and expect them to come” I tried to vent my irritation at her belief that I was so free and available.

“But you did come. Didn’t you? I wonder why did you not resist at all? Either you have nothing to do in life or you can’t disobey me.” A sudden calmness dawned on her.

“Oh please!!! I came because I am polite. Please don’t get ahead of yourself. And what do you even mean by OBEY you” I was now offended. But then suddenly the whole situation took a much unexpected direction.

She sat down on the couch, laid back and dangled one of her leg over another. Now her right foot was dangling right in front of me.

“Hmm. Ok if that is the case then you can leave right now. But remember, you might miss something you always wanted”. She continued to talk calmly while still dangling her foot. They were mesmerizing. I could not understand what was happening. Her calm voice and her sexy feet were arousing me.

“I did not mean that. All I meant was that there is no harm in being a little courteous.” I said.

“I do not care. Now you have made me angry. So either you leave or shut up and kneel down right now.” She was still calm but her tone had an eerie quality.

“Have you lost your mind” I could not believe how she was behaving. But something was telling me that I must listen to her. As if I owed everything to her and I must please her at this very moment. But what is this demand – why should I kneel down?

“You have three seconds…one..two..”

Before she could say three, my body automatically fell on my knees. It was like a reflex. I was not sure what was I doing? I was kneeling in front of this girl whom I knew only as a distant friend and a former classmate.

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