No thank was what I wanted to say, as I had said already dozen of times for series of powerful men and peers I worked with. At some point, I had hit the limit of courtesy apparently.

Decade of hard work, good luck and sharp mind had led me to stand among the elite of this state. And where 90% of men in our society certainly couldn't afford owning the slave girl, the rest were nearly expected to.

Look, I'd enjoy company of women as any other guy on the line. But I liked living alone. I liked having my own private place in this world, to wear and eat how I wanted, to play video games if I felt like it and generally being just anything alone I wished - as opposed to high strung consulting work I did at the cyber security firm.

But after series inquiries from series of powerful men and associates, with increasingly aggressive hinting that I needed a slave girl in my life or clients would reconsider just who's expertise they bought (how could they even now?), I relented. The company had number of women reserved and tagged for exlusive slave gifts - trainer to perfection, virgins to slavehood, waiting for their real first owner.

Anything goes, I think, and I let the HR choose the best one for me. I'd be sending her back anyway after week or two when rumours about my persona would settle down.

Little did I know the slave girl soon knocking the door to my penthouse apartment would soon change my life.

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The theme of the week is good old reluctant master, eager slave girl. Sort of twisting the roles, don't you think? Nothing's black and white of course in this world, so no need to build completely one dimensional characters. But I'd enjoy this setting to play out.

This is a slowburn, likely romantic play, where more innocent, excited, well trained slave girl with genuine need to please and be useful meets someone a bit aloof, not interested owning a slave man, who's more than happy to usually send you off from disturbing the long gone peace of his apartment. No one means anything bad here, and so two different people learn a bit about each other, and I'd imagine my character growing into the role of being responsible slave owner as well as enjoying your companionship to the fullest.

Literate, long term, detailed partners please. Effort will be reciprocated. Jump right ahead in if you want to, but do share your kinks/limits. Reddit PMs only, please.