The Beginnings

The clock just struck 9 PM.

I was just adding finishing touches to the dinner and laying everything on the table. She had to meet some friends and had asked me to not to wait for her tonight and had allowed me to leave after ensuring dinner is prepared.

Everything was ready in about fifteen minutes and I locked the door. Just about as I was to enter my car, she called.
'Hi Satish'
'Hi Risha. Wassup?'
'Nothing special, just ending this meet yaar. Am feeling so tired.'
'Don't worry, your dinner is ready. You want me to stay back for massage tonight?'
'No, no - I'm OK. Thanks. You're so helpful satish, I don't know what I could have done without you.'
'Its my pleasure Risha'
'No, Satish. I've thought about it. I think I am misusing your kindness too much...'
'Hey, what's that...have I done something wrong...why are you saying so Ris...'
'No no Satish. All this will just end tomorrow. You have been a great friend and will always be...but this is not done. I mean practically you have become my slave yaar and I...'
'Please Risha, that's OK...i mean I really like it and I always to do this...'
'What? You like to become my slave?'
'Yes'
'Satish, you're so good and you don't know what you're talking. Please, I don't want you to do anything from tomorrow onwards and I will now sort out things on my own...'
'Risha, please don't do this. I seriously have no problems and love doing this...'
'Satish, listen. Think for a moment. You are not here to serve me yaar.'

I thought.

After a minute she said, "see! I told you. Lets leave it right away...'
'No Risha, please, I want to do whatever you want me to do...please...'
'Will you be my slave then?'

This was sudden and unexpected. But I knew the answer long before.
'Yes', I said.
'Are you serious? Listen, think what you are saying.'
'I have thought'
'Satish, are you saying that you are ready to leave everything to just become my slave?'
'Yes Risha'
'Satish, are you understanding the repurcussions'
'Yes'

She paused for a moment and took a long sigh.

'OK. Give yourself half an hour. If you still want to maintain your decision, give me a call. Otherwise its absolutely OK and we remain great friends, ok?'

I called her back after a minute.

'Risha, I want to be your slave.'
'OK. Then tomorrow is your big day. Now go home and take some rest. We will catch up in the morning.'

I couldn't get it. What did she mean by tomorrow being a great day.
I slowly drove home. Had some quick dinner and laid down.

But sleep eluded me, as my mind rushed back to thoughts when I had first met Risha.
I am a senior partner in a reputed PR firm and Risha had come to our company three months back at the post of manger. From the moment I looked at her, I was taken aback by her beauty and attitude. Though a girl with small height, her dresiing sense was just so cool and her face had a certain kind of aura around her.
She was very cheerful and bright and quickly made her friends around. And she was a high-handed girl, with stories of her attitude towards boys often forming the office gossips. She was clever and knew how to handle people.
I don't know what attracted me to her. Maybe her beauty, her attitude, her inherent dominance over situations...it all started with me helping her in small ways. She really appreciated my small offerings of help and we soon went on our first dinner date.
She had come to big bad city of Mumbai from Chandigarh...but soon became a constant on party circuits. I used to hear from my junior teams about her perfect dancing moves and her seductive clothings at these parties. Men used to swarm around her and she threw her attitude at them, at her wish.
However, she was always pleasant to me. And I too continued to increase my help towards her. I even used to write press releases on her behalf, started making her presentations for her set of clients. Indeed there were times when she used to attend her parties and I used to sit late at office, completing her work. Though I felt strange, but her beautiful smile the next day make evrything seem worthwhile.
Then, about a month back - she was treating me to dinner for a large presentation that I had prepared for her, that she told me that her cooking maid has left and she is desperately looking for someone.
To her surprise, and to my surprise, I offered to take the role. She agreed, though relucantly.

So over two days, I got hold of one of my friend and quickly learnt some cooking.
And then, began my morning schedule. I used to leave my home at 7 am, reach her place, cook breakfast for both, take her to office, come back to her home and cook dinner for her. At several ocassions, she did not accompany me at nights and I used to just cook dinner and leave.
Then one night, after I was about to leave after cooking dinner, she called and asked me to stay back. She came after two hours and for the first time I realised how seductively she could dress up. She just asked me to sit and began to chit-chat. She mentioned that she was so tired and wished if someone could massage her feet. I immediately took the offer. She laid on bed and I took her feet in my hands.
This was for the first time that I just fell in love with her feet.
Her feet were fair as milk, were soft as cotton. They were small, perfectly rounded, perfectly pedicured - with long slender toes. I slowly pressed my hands and fingers against the bottom of her feet, slowly massaged her ankles, pulled her toes, pressed her heels...and didn't even realised that she slept and I had continued to massage her feet for over two hours.

My schedule became busier after that. Besides cooking for her and working her office tasks - she more than often asked me to stay back for leg and foot massages. Indeed, one evening - when office was on low strength, she confidently moved to my room and while conversations, started moving her shoes. I somehow got the hint, offered her my chair, took off her shoes and massaged her feet for about thirty minutes - before she hesistantly left.

I now knew that I only derieved pleasure from serving her, in whatever she wants.
And maybe that is why I so quickly offered myself to be her slave.
I was sure that she must be just kidding. But I don;t know what tomorrow will now bring to me...
I dont even remember when I dozed off...