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Rameshs Office Humiliation Ch 03

Rameshs Office Humiliation Ch 03

by indiansub
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The next morning, Ramesh reached office earlier than usual, and waited in the underground parking lot as instructed.

Gayatri had sent a message to him late last night, "Meet me at 9 am in the office parking lot. Wear something nice, not that it will matter... 😀"

That line brought back shameful memories of his college days when Ramesh had been ordered to strip in front of Gayatri and her friends. One of those friends was now his wife, and he was determined to protect her honour at all costs.

Priyanka had called Gayatri in panic last night, after she and Ramesh had been caught with their pants down. Gayatri had played it cool, with a simple text "It's quite late, dear. Get some sleep and let's talk tomorrow."

And thus, Ramesh found himself this morning waiting at the parking lot, anxious about his fate. He had a fair idea of what was to come, but that did little to calm him down.

Ramesh gulped as a limousine arrived. He was familiar with the car, having spent many hours on its floor, in what had, till yesterday, seemed like a previous life. He thought he had escaped that life, till yesterday's indiscretion had dragged him back to it.

As the driver came to a stop, a window at the back rolled down and a solitary finger beckoned him. Ramesh resigned himself to his fate and stepped in.

Goddess Gayatri was looking majestic, even in business wear. She wore a knee-length navy blue pencil skirt that showed off her sculpted calves. A sky-blue tube-top emphasized her toned figure. She'd wear her blazer when she enters the office, but in the car, she had left her shoulders bare with just a hint of cleavage visible. Despite the temptation, Ramesh avoided looking at her chest. Being caught staring at her boobs is what had started his whole ordeal back in the day.

Gayatri pointed a manicured finger at the floor, and Ramesh kneeled in front of her.

"STRIP!"

That one word command sent shudders down his spine. He hesitated.

"You do remember I have here, on my phone, naked photos of your wife..."

Ramesh reluctantly took off his shirt and pant. He hesitated when it came to his boxer shorts.

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SLAP! SLAP!

"C'mon, I don't have all day," Gayatri ordered as she delivered two tight slaps to his face.

"How could she slap me?" he thought. "I am no longer her slave!"

But Ramesh knew he now had to become one. Because of those damned photos.

He took off his boxers. He was buck naked, kneeling in front of her. "Nothing she hadn't seen before," he thought to himself.

Gayatri proceeded to video-call Priyanka, and showed Ramesh's sorry face to her. "Hi Pri, how are you? Hope you had a good night's sleep?" Gayatri asked, in a tone of mock concern.

"Stop playing your games, Gayu. Just delete last night's photos from your phone, and let's forget it ever happened," Priyanka said anxiously.

"I am not playing games, Pri. You two were the ones playing last night. I merely happened to be a mute spectator," Gayatri replied. "Now, thanks to

your

games, I have got your bloody husband where I have always wanted. Grovelling... at... my... feet," she continued.

"You surely won't blackmail a friend, would you?" Priyanka asked, shocked at discovering this side of Gayatri.

"After what you did, you still think we are friends? Friends don't steal their friend's slave. I had a great thing going. Remember, I had befriended Damu. I had enslaved this pathetic little bastard with her help, and I could have kept him exclusive. I generously shared him with you and you went ahead and married him!" Gayatri burst out in anger.

"I never knew you felt this way about me. About us," Priyanka's voice was tinged with sadness.

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"Well, now you know. And don't even think that you can get this pathetic idiot to hack into my phone and delete those photos. I have enough back-ups, secure and encrypted."

Gayatri felt bad blackmailing her friend, but she was determined to be ruthless to get Ramesh under her thumb. She could barely tolerate him being her equal, but now that he had been promoted ahead of her, she was not going to sit back and play second fiddle.

"Here's how it is going to work. You," Gayatri said pointing at Ramesh, "are going to go to my father and tell him that you will work as my assistant from now on. Your allocated investment pool would be subsumed into mine, and all your profits would be booked under my name."

"Gayu, why are you being so vindictive? We will both resign and go work elsewhere. We will be out of your life, and never disturb you again," Priyanka pleaded.

"If one of you resigns, your photos leak. If you go and tattle to my dad, your photos leak. If you try to go to the cops, your photos leak. Pri, I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to. I just want to enjoy this bugger's service for a few more months," Gayatri replied. "So, you better go have that chat with my dad," she told Ramesh.

"But why would he agree to that? What reason do I tell him?' Ramesh asked.

SLAP! SLAP! Two tight slaps landed on his face. Priyanka's eyes welled up at her husband being slapped by her friend(?), but her face indicated that she was helpless to do anything given the circumstances.

"When I tell you to do something, what should be your response?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Ramesh answered meekly.

"That's good. I don't care what you tell my dad. But tomorrow, you walk into this office as my personal assistant. Pri has been quite lenient with you, and you have lost all discipline. I might have to reinstate your daily slap quota," Gayatri sneered.

Ramesh remembered his 'daily slap quota' all too well. He did not want it to come back. Not that it mattered what he wanted or didn't.

"And when I slap you, what should be your response?" Gayatri was not done yet.

Ramesh crawled to her, and kissed her feet. "Thank you... (kiss feet)... Goddess... (kiss feet) for teaching me a lesson."

"Thats better. Ok, see you in office. Fetch me a coffee when you come up. You know precisely how I like it," Gayatri ordered and stepped out of the limousine.

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