Cheeky Girl // H.S.

Chapter One

A rigid government now has complete control in this dystopian version of America. As the number of divorces and unintended pregnancies rose, the ruling class enacted a new law requiring every citizen to wear a bracelet that can tell when they have discovered their spiritual soulmate. This system contains three sorts of relationships: "Vanilla" partnerships, CGL (Caregiver/Little) dynamics, and BDSM relationships where one partner is a submissive "pet or servant" to their dominating other. It is strictly forbidden to have any sexual or intimate contact until the bracelet signals a match. Are you ready to explore this dark, provocative new world?

Diamante's POV:

I stand looking into the mirror and sigh softly as I consider the outfit I've picked out for this important day. I'll finally fill out my paperwork today and find out what kind of relationship I'll be in and who it will be with. Anybody who knows me knows that I'll be starting a DDLG relationship. Who will be my carer is the only unanswered question. I'm hoping he'll treat me nicely and gently. As I fix my hair, my phone begins to buzz, causing me to jump and rush over to my bed to answer it. "H-hello?" I reply subtly. "Hello, is this Diamante Genovese?" The other person's voice is strong and powerful. I mumble, "Y-yes, it is," in response. "Good. This is the Ministry of Relationships. We're phoning to inform you that you've reached legal adulthood and must come to our building to complete the paperwork. Failure to comply with the law will result in law enforcement officers escorting you to the building, with or without force. If you continue to resist, you will suffer severe penalties for your crime. At precisely 10:00 am, please arrive at the building. Do you grasp?" The tone is austere and refined. I respond, "Yeah, I-I understand," and then the call is quickly disconnected. Time is running out, and my future is already decided.

I rush down the stairs in an effort to get a quick bite to eat before leaving. Nevertheless, as I enter the living room, the scene I see makes my heart ache. My mother has a bottle of vodka in one hand and is curled up on the couch. My mother has had a hard time dealing with the loss ever since my dad abandoned us when I was just eleven years old. She may have turned to booze to dull the agony, but I don't blame her. I take the bottle away from her and softly remark, "Mother, you shouldn't be drinking this early in the morning." I then cover her with a blanket. "I'm aware, little one. I love you so much "She mumbles, which causes me to sigh loudly. "I love you too, Mom. I'm heading outside to the Ministry of Relationships. I'll soon see you, "I tell her, and she responds with a quiet hum.

I dash to the kitchen and grab an apple to snack on as I leave. After slipping on my white sneakers, I race out the door, anxious to make it to the building on time. I take a step and pull out my phone to see that it is already ten o'clock. When I quicken my stride and start moving towards the metropolis, my pulse starts to rush. Will I arrive in time? The clock is ticking, and my future is at stake.

I finally make it to the tall, dark building and force my way through the rotating doors, breathless and anxious. When I look at my phone and see that I'm already 45 minutes late. I rush over to the receptionist who is busy typing on her computer and struggle to grab her attention. "Um, excuse me," I stammer, causing her to pause her typing and look up. "Diamante Genovese here; I'm a little late." Widening her eyes, the receptionist immediately hands me some papers and a pen. "You're fortunate to be here", she says in a grave tone. "To make sure you would show up, we were preparing to despatch an officer. Enter the elevator, join the waiting area, and complete the forms to the best of your ability. Leave a question unanswered if you don't understand it until the person assigned to assist you calls you in." I hurriedly nod in appreciation for her help and head to the waiting area. I find an empty table, take a seat, and begin to read the questions on the forms, determined to fill them out as thoroughly as possible.

I groan as I complete the paperwork, feeling worn out from all the reading and writing, and I lay my head down on the table. My train of thought is abruptly stopped by a chuckle, and I look up to discover a man seated in front of me with thick eyebrows and eyelashes, deep, dark brown eyes, stubble, and styled hair. He smiles sweetly and says, "Hi, my name is Zayn, and you are? I stutter and flush as I say, "I'm Diamante." He chuckles again and asks if I'm excited to be paired up. I admit to him that I'm a little anxious, but his sweet words and light-hearted attitude quickly made me feel comfortable. As we converse, I find myself liking Zayn and increasingly feeling more at ease in his presence. "You know what would be cool?" I enquire, my eagerness rising. "If we were a match! We'd make a great relationship and be like best buddies." Although he admits that it would be amusing, Zayn gently reminds me that we cannot be partnered up since I am a little and he is a master, as well as pointing to our unchanging bracelets. I pout and stomp my foot, but he quickly puts me in my place with a stern tone "sit down!". I feel tears welling up in my eyes, but he wipes them away and apologises for being too harsh. He continues, "I'm just not used to girls being disobedient to me as a master. I only know how to be stern, and you need someone who is stern but also soft,". I nod, feeling a sense of understanding wash over me. "Zaynie, can we be friends?" I ask hopefully. He agrees and grins while tickling me, causing me to squeal uncontrollably. I apologise to him for being impolite after a brief pause, and he graciously accepts my apology and smiles in forgiveness.