Startup Office Per

As Ananya Verma stepped into the vibrant, open-concept office of Apex Innovations, she couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. The startup's workspace buzzed with energy, creativity, and a sense of camaraderie she had longed for in her previous mundane job. She remembered her interview vividly, especially the grueling technical round conducted by Suresh Patel, the CTO, whose intense scrutiny and challenging questions had left her intimidated.

Ananya, a little chubby but not overweight, wore a bright smile and a pair of glasses that framed her intelligent eyes. Her brown hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, and she clutched her laptop bag tightly as she looked around, feeling a bit out of place amidst the unfamiliar faces.

"Hey there! You must be Ananya, right?" A cheerful voice pulled her out of her thoughts. She turned to see two athletic women approaching her. Both looked like they could easily run a marathon or excel in any contact sport. The taller of the two extended her hand.

"Hi, I'm Priya Mehra, and this is my sister, Radhika Mehra," she said, gesturing to the woman beside her. Radhika gave a friendly wave. Both had the same infectious energy and toned physiques that spoke of their proficiency in sports.

"Nice to meet you," Ananya replied, shaking Priya's hand. "I'm Ananya Verma. First day jitters, you know?"

"Don't worry, we all had them," Radhika said with a reassuring smile. "Let's get you settled. We've got some login formalities to complete."

Ananya followed them to a desk where she filled out some paperwork and got her employee ID. The whole time, Priya and Radhika chatted with her about the company's culture, their love for sports, and the various team-building activities they did.

"Okay, Ananya, there's one last form you need to sign," Priya said, handing her a document. "This is about a special perk we offer here at Apex. It was hinted at during your interview, but now we need you to sign this NDA."

Ananya's curiosity piqued as she skimmed through the legal jargon. The document stated that she could stop the perk at any time if she was uncomfortable, but she could never disclose it to anyone outside the company, or face severe legal consequences. Spooked but intrigued, she signed it.

"Great, now let's introduce you to Suresh," Radhika said, leading her down a corridor.

Suresh Patel, the scrawny and physically weak man who had intimidated her during the interview, stood there, holding a tray with the typical Welcome goodies. The goodies included the Laptop bag and some other things. There was a timer clock. There was a pair of tailoring scissors. There was also a gift card. These items were peculiar. But, that strangeness nothing compared to the man who was holding the tray. For, he was wearing an apron.

Just, an Apron.

The sides were open and she could see very clearly that he had no other clothing underneath. The growing bulge indicated clearly that he was not even wearing underwear. Ananya's eyes widened in shock.

"Suresh, this is Ananya," Priya said, suppressing a grin.

Suresh nodded politely. "Welcome, Ananya madam. If you need anything, feel free to ask."

Ananya was speechless. Priya and Radhika burst into laughter at her expression.

"Okay, okay, let's explain," Priya said, still chuckling. "This whole startup was Suresh's brainchild. He sold it to our parents for a pittance, not realizing its potential. When it became a success, he had no rights to the rewards." Radhika continued, "Feeling guilty, we offered him a consultant role with high stock options. But there was a catch -- he had to take up the janitor job for no extra pay. He agreed, waiting for the IPO to cash in on his stock profits. In the meantime, he also acts as a personal servant to new employees as a unique 'perk'."

Just as Radhika finished speaking, the office door opened, and two more women walked in. Meera Sharma, with her short, curly hair and confident stride, wore a stylish but practical outfit that matched her approachable demeanor. Kavya Nair, with her long, straight hair and piercing eyes, exuded a calm and collected aura, her professional attire emphasizing her no-nonsense attitude.

Kavya walked over to Suresh, who immediately knelt in front of her. Ananya watched, spellbound, as Kavya extended her feet and Suresh kissed both her feet.

"Suresh," she said coolly, "make sure to bring my coffee to my desk within the next five minutes. And don't forget the documents I asked for."

"Of course, Kavya madam," Suresh replied, bowing his head slightly. "I'll get right on it."

"Suresh! I thought I was your primary owner now. How is it that you kissed her feet but haven't offered to kiss mine yet?" Ananya asked, adding as much outrage as she could into her tone. The other four women clapped with glee. Both Kavya and Meera had taken full advantage of this perk. Suresh always hoped that there would be one woman who wouldn't. It looked like that wasn't going to be the case even with Ananya. He walked to Ananya and kissed her feet as well.

"I" - kissed left foot - "am." - kissed right foot - "so"try - kissed left foot - "madam" - kissed right foot - "Hope" - kissed left foot - "you" - kissed right foot - "would - kissed left foot - "forgive" - kissed right foot - "me". Ananya could feel her excitement rising. "Good boy!" She replied. Suresh, finally relieved looked up at his new mistress.

Meera turned to Ananya with a warm smile. "Welcome, Ananya. I hope you're settling in well. If you need anything, feel free to ask, no, tell him and it is his responsibility to do it right."

"Thanks, Meera," Ananya replied, feeling more at ease.

With the entrance of Meera and Kavya, Ananya's sense of belonging grew, despite the unusual circumstances. She thought back to how Suresh had intimidated her during the interview, and the idea of turning the tables brought a surprising sense of satisfaction. Slowly, her initial awkwardness began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of empowerment.

"Alright, Suresh," she said, mustering her courage. "You were tough on me during the interview, so I guess it's my turn now. But I'll try not to be too harsh."

Suresh's face briefly betrayed his emotions. He had hoped Ananya might refuse the perk, which would have set him free from this odd servitude. But he quickly composed himself and kissed her feet one last time, a hint of resignation in his eyes. "At your service, Ananya madam."

"So, what's with the Apron! Will he be wearing just an apron all the time?" Ananya asked Priya and the others. The fact that she was asking them and not Suresh was another indication that she was stepping into her role as his owner.

For some reason, the four women looked excitedly at each other. Priya picked up the timer, turned it ON and finally replied. "Well, as you are the primary owner now, it is really up to you. You get to decide whether he wears just an apron or not."

Ananya replied, incredulous. "Just an apron, then. Why would I let him wear regular clothes?"

Priya responded. "Come on, Ananya. Think about it. Wouldn't it be better if he was not wearing an apron?"

Ananya turned and saw all of them. Their faces were excited. She couldn't understand. Why would that be better? Wouldn't it be a bigger mark of his servitude if he was wearing an apron. However, their expressions were telling her she was missing something. Finally, as she took what was possibly the tenth glance at his rising bulge behind the apron, she understood. She fully understood the undercurrents and it hit her with a physical force. She was already feeling a giant tingle down there, and the latest thought sent her almost through the roof. She finally understood, what was the question.

The options were not apron or regular clothes. The options were, an apron, or nothing. Absolutely nothing. And it was her, she who held the power to make a decision. She was breathing heavily with pleasure. She could see the size of the bulge and it was massive. She did not need even 10 seconds to make a decision.

"Absolutely, 100% no apron." She announced and smiled cruelly at Suresh.

The four women cheered. Priya triumphantly lifted the tailoring scissors and held it up.

Ananya gleefully took it and came to Suresh. Her face and eyes were showing so much excitement, it was unnerving. She stood in front of him, and trained heavily in this area with constant naked butt spankings, he did what he was conditioned to do. He bent down immediately and asked her permission to kiss her feet. Ananya squealed and allowed him. He gave loving kisses to her feet. Her feet smelt great. He usually laid down fifteen kisses to each feet for his superior women but Ananya pulled him up after around 5. She could not wait any longer. Ananya was careful, and yet, very fast with the shears, as she shred his apron. He was down to his loincloth when she stopped.

He was standing wearing just a loincloth in front of this new woman for the first time in his life. Ananya had stopped because she was surprised by the loincloth. She looked questioningly at him about it but her question was answered a second later. He was aware for a long time about how his penis was gigantic and, as usual, it was now fully hard and already pushing the loincloth aside. He sweated. This stranger, 4-year younger woman was able to see parts of his penis. Very soon, she would see the whole and the realisation made him shamed and humiliated. And yet, the cock was taking the opposite view as it grew even further. The other women beamed. Ananya extended his last cover for quite a while before doing the honours. With his gigantic cock throbbing, cutting the fabric was risky. Instead, she chose to cut the string that held it in place. Gravity, the heartless bitch, did it's work as the loincloth fell to the floor.

He was now standing, butt-naked in front of Ananya. She watched him to her heart's content as he stood there, somehow managing a smile despite the latest humiliation.