Ramesh's Office Humiliation

Note to readers: This series will have some characters from my earlier story series "Ramesh's CFNM Humiliation". But this can be read as an independent series.

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Ramesh had settled into a nice daily routine. Wake up at the crack of dawn, clean the house, clear out the laundry basket and load the washing machine, cut the vegetables for the day's meals, run a warm bath and then proceed to wake up Priyanka.

"Princess," he whispered gently. He still called her Princess, he couldn't bring himself to call her 'wifey', or by her name.

As he watched her stir in her sleep, her ample breasts rising and falling with every breath, the curve of her round ass silhouetted under a lacy brief, her bare, smooth legs reflecting the warm sunlight filtering through the large French windows... Ramesh couldn't believe his luck that she had agreed to marry him!

Ramesh had grown up poor. Poor enough to remember going to sleep with a wet cloth around his stomach to ward off hunger pangs. His zamindar (a kind of a feudal landlord in India) had noticed his intelligence and funded his studies.

The Zamindar's pretty daughter, Mistress Damayanti, had made him her naked slave, blackmailing him using a false accusation. She had also made him continue her servitude to three of her friends, his batchmates from college.

Goddess Gayatri... Mistress Mallika... Princess Priyanka! He had faithfully served them for a whole year, and endured all sorts of humiliation, in public and private...

Until one day, as Princess quizzed him about why he chose to put up with this daily humiliation, he had confessed about how he enjoyed being naked and serving her. One thing led to another, he had proposed to her and she had said Yes!

He had also managed to snag a great job at the hedge fund run by Mr. Srinivasan, the billionaire father of Goddess Gayatri! Life couldn't be better...

A snap of her fingers brought him out of his reverie and back to the present. Ramesh quickly got her breakfast ready and laid out her dress while she finished her bath and got ready. He quickly washed himself and got dressed, ready to go to office.

Both of them worked at the same office. Priyanka was part of the marketing and investor relations team while he was in the investment team.

As they entered office, Gayatri greeted Priyanka with a warm hug while ignoring Ramesh. She still hadn't gotten over the fact that this 'slave' had managed to impress her father and gotten a job in

her

firm. Her father's name may have been on the building but she still thought of it as her firm. She had dreamed about heading it ever since she was in college.

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Gayatri had waltzed in on her first day, expecting to sit in the corner office. Her father would have none of it. She had been placed in the 'bull pen', the open array of cubicles, along with all the other freshly hired analysts. "Prove your worth through your P/L," Mr. Srinivasan had said. Blood may be thicker than water, but portfolio returns were the only currency in his world.

Gayatri had swallowed her pride, put her head down and gotten to work. She was determined to prove herself to her dad. Each analyst got a million dollars to invest, and their returns would determine whose pool would increase during the reallocation at the end of the month. Outperform, and your pool could double. The laggards who trailed the pack got their allocation reduced. Those who lost money were given one more month to make up their loss, and if they couldn't, were farmed out to the research team to support the investment analysts. Investment was a brutal dog-eat-dog world.

Gayatri proudly stood up to present her results at the monthly firm meeting. She had clocked an impressive 30% uptick in a month, and was confident she would be at top of the table. And she would have been, had it not been for 'that bastard'. Ramesh had made a cool 400% return!

"Impressive, my boy! You remind me of myself in my younger days!" Mr. Srinivasan had lavished effusive praise on Ramesh. And all Gayatri got was a "Not bad" from her dad!

Every month, the story repeated itself, and soon Ramesh found himself responsible for a 100 million dollar book. Gayatri was stuck at a measly 5 million. There were two other analysts barely holding on to their initial allocation, and 16 of the original batch of 20 had been demoted to providing research and support. Ramesh now had four research assistants, including two pretty girls named Lily and Robin. He had the luxury of delegating all non-investment tasks like report writing, research back-up, making presentations etc to them.

Ramesh had been promoted to VP, got his own cabin, and was on track to becoming the youngest Partner of the Firm. And he would have too, had it not been for a cruel twist of fate...