Turning chaman into house puppy Part-1

So this is one of the role play session with my slave. It is now well described in the form of story done by my slave. So let’s start the adventurous story of Chaman…

Hello, I am Chaman. I live in Delhi and this is a story from my real life. I have a cousin (my paternal aunt's daughter). She works at the Ministry of Women & Child Development in Delhi. She was moving to my city for her new job. I live alone in Delhi, so she asked my father where she could stay. My father suggested she stay with me because I live alone.

After a week, I heard a knock on the door. A beautiful, smart girl was standing there. I asked her who she was, and she replied, "I am your cousin." I didn't recognize her because it had been many years since I had seen her. She had changed completely and was now looking very attractive and beautiful.

I am wearing poor quality clothing. She humiliated me and screamed at me a little bit. Regardless, I welcomed her inside the house. My house does not look good. I cleaned the sofa and table for her, and then she sat on the sofa and asked for water. I served her a glass of water, but I do not know what happened to her. She slapped me on the left side of my face. I was very scared and started shivering. I asked her what was wrong, and she told me that my house looks very bad and dirty, even worse than a dog's house. Then she slapped me on the right side of my face as well. After drinking the water, she gave me an ultimatum that she needed the house properly cleaned within 30 minutes. I gently said, "Okay, didi," and started to clean the house. However, she threw the glass at me, hitting my backside. The glass then landed at her feet. I crawled to collect the glass from her feet, but she suddenly changed her mood. She placed her feet on my head and began crushing it, causing my tongue to come out. She warned me again that she wanted everything cleaned, including clothes, dishes, and the entire house, within 30 minutes.

She said ,Its just started

Afterwards, she removed her feet from my neck and went to her room to change clothes. I was shocked by her dominating behavior. Nonetheless, I began cleaning the house. After some time, she emerged wearing shorts and a top. I was amazed to see her in this look because she always wore traditional clothes like salwar suits. She looked very attractive and beautiful. She proceeded to inspect the cleanliness of the house, checking to see if I had cleaned well or not. She seemed to think I was working slowly.

She was sitting on the sofa after cleaning the house, and I was about to go to my room when she ordered me to come over and massage her feet. I asked if I could do it later, but she refused and slapped me in the face. I immediately knelt down and began massaging her feet.

My hands started hurting, but she showed no mercy and asked me to put more effort into massaging her feet. She even kicked me in the chest. While I was massaging her feet, she asked me about my life. She was hungry and ordered me to prepare food. She asked for my phone because her phone battery was dead and she needed to make a call. As I went to the kitchen to make food, she started checking my phone. She found my browsing history, which included femdom videos, and saw messages with my unattractive girlfriend. She then transferred all my data to her phone.

When I returned with the food and placed it on the table, she told me to sit in a chair. As I bent down to sit, she kicked the chair, causing me to fall to the floor.

She said I was not allowed to sit on the chair. When I asked where I should sit, she began to verbally abuse me and slap me. She demanded that I sit near her feet and massage them while she ate. After she finished eating, she made me turn on the TV and displayed my browsing history for all to see. I was terrified and started crying at her feet, begging her not to tell anyone. She continued to keep me scared and made me even more fearful.

I am wearing poor quality clothing. She humiliated me and screamed at me a little bit. Regardless, I welcomed her inside the house. My house does not look good. I cleaned the sofa and table for her, and then she sat on the sofa and asked for water. I served her a glass of water, but I do not know what happened to her. She slapped me on the left side of my face. I was very scared and started shivering. I asked her what was wrong, and she told me that my house looks very bad and dirty, even worse than a dog's house. Then she slapped me on the right side of my face as well. After drinking the water, she gave me an ultimatum that she needed the house properly cleaned within 30 minutes. I gently said, "Okay, didi," and started to clean the house. However, she threw the glass at me, hitting my backside. The glass then landed at her feet. I crawled to collect the glass from her feet, but she suddenly changed her mood. She placed her feet on my head and began crushing it, causing my tongue to come out. She warned me again that she wanted everything cleaned, including clothes, dishes, and the entire house, within 30 minutes.