Ramesh was excited to enter his new college. It was a large campus, situated a bit outside the city. Large grounds, lots of greenery, huge hostel blocks, and a multi-storeyed academic building.
He had completed his one month of servitude with Damayanti (in his mind, he still referred to her as Mistress). She had felt sorry for him on the last day, and taken him to her bed. She was quite experienced in sex, having had a string of boyfriends. He was a virgin, too shy to talk to girls, let alone ask them out for a date. She had gifted him his first sexual experience, and he had gifted her his virginity. After a night of passionate sex when he had come thrice and made her orgasm five times, twice by serving her orally, she had ordered him to bow down and worship her feet for one last time. Or at least, he had thought it was the last time, since he was off to college in a different city while she continued in the same place. They might meet only during vacations, and he didn't know whether she would insist on continuing to enslave him.
Ramesh continued to excel in his academics, topping his batch at the end of the first trimester. He continued to be the shy, quiet guy, still afraid to talk to girls.
But his topping the batch had an unintended consequence. He came into the radar of most of his batchmates, including a girl whose attention he would rather have avoided, given how things would turn out.
Gayatri Srinivasan was the epitome of a perfect student. Daughter of an industrialist, another rich brat but not a spoilt one. She was an ultra competitive over-achiever, having topped her IIT batch and was one of the rare 100-percentilers in the entrance exams. She had an enviable extra-curricular record, being a national level tennis player despite being only 5'5. She was also artistically inclined, as a trained Bharatanatyam dancer who could also play the electric guitar. In short, the perfect model student, who was used to being in the limelight and hated sharing it. She had a mean, competitive spirit, which usually remained hidden since she was not challenged enough to bring it out.
Until she encountered Ramesh. The moment the course results were out and Gayatri realised that she wasn't the topper, she decided she needed to find out more about this chap, and especially any weakness of his that she could target. She began stalking his facebook profile, and as luck would have it, she discovered a common friend who knew Damayanti and Ramesh from their undergraduate college days.
Gayatri connected with Damayanti through the common friend, on the pretext of reaching out to network across b-schools. Damayanti was only too happy to become friends with someone from a much more accomplished CV and studying in such a reputed IIM.
After a few weeks of general chit chat, Gayatri invited Damayanti over on the pretext of participating in an inter-collegiate festival. Damayanti was happy to attend, one part curious to explore the IIM campus, but secretly wanting to see Ramesh and how he was doing.
Imagine Ramesh's surprise when he saw Damayanti sitting in his college canteen one fine morning, and chatting with a gang of girls from his batch. He had been feeling homesick and was quite happy to see her. He walked across to their table and said, "Hello Damu Akka*, what a nice surprise to see you here. How come you didn't tell me you are coming for the festival?"
(* Akka means elder sister in his native language)
Damayanti looked at him, and some inner jealousy of how he landed up at this prestigious campus while she was stuck in a no-name college filled her heart. She decided to embarrass him a little. So she replied coolly, "Ramu, you idiot, do you think I have nothing better to do than tell you where all I am going? Now, go fetch me and my friends four coffees, all black, no sugar."
Ramesh was embarrassed by her reply, but his obedience training and innate submissive nature kicked in. He meekly replied, "Yes Akka, right away," and went to get the coffees. Gayatri and the other two girls at the table were quite surprised, seeing their batch topper obediently going to get their coffees like a servant boy.
"Wow, Damu, you are the boss, eh? You seem to have him wrapped in your little finger! Past boyfriend, is it? Or maybe a secret admirer," Gayatri asked.
"Ah, I am his boss, in a way. You see, he was my servant boy, he went to school only because of my dad's generosity. If I tell him to jump, he will simply ask how high," she answered haughtily.
"Wow, I wish I had a servant like that, would be so nice," remarked Mallika, one of the girls at the table.
An idea brewed in Damayanti's mind, fuelled by her envy. Why not 'expose' Ramesh to this girl gang, and win their friendship? His humiliation was an added bonus.
"So, can you invite boys into your hostel rooms?" she asked, pretending to change the subject. "Our college is quite strict, boys can't enter girls' hostels, and vice versa," she added.
"Oh, IIMs are quite advanced in that respect, we don't have any such restrictions," replied Priyanka, the fourth member of the girl gang. "In fact, group assignments need to be done overnight, and it is quite common for boys and girls to get together in the library, common room or one of the hostel rooms to complete the assignments," she added.
Damayanti made up her mind. She may not be around to humiliate Ramesh, but she could certainly ensure his slavery continued.
As Ramesh returned with the coffees, Damayanti said to him in an authoritative voice, "Ramu, why don't you come over to Gayatri's room tonight? We will be having a party, just a few drinks and I would love to catch up with what you have been up to here."
Ramesh's innate shyness made him hesitate. Unlike the boys of his batch who had already found multiple excuses to be in the girls' hostel (GH) late into the night, he had never entered the GH even during the day. But he didn't want to turn down Damayanti's invitation either. As he was silently debating with himself as to what to respond, Damayanti added, "By the way, that's an order. You better be there by 10 pm. Don't need to get anything, Gayatri will arrange for the booze and food. Just wear something nice."
"Yes, Mistr... Akka," Ramesh nodded, almost slipping into his old habit of addressing her as Mistress.
