Rameshs Office Humiliation Ch 09

The 'Hunger Games' were a huge hit and became a recurring theme every Friday for the firm. Gayatri recognised the importance of keeping up morale since she certainly pushed her team hard to excel. An all-woman investment team was unheard of in the industry, and she wanted to prove a point to the world at large.

As the next quarterly review rolled in, the results provided a shot of encouragement. The funds had earned a return of 250%, as the women had gone above and beyond in researching new ideas. Ramesh's algo continued to beat them with returns of 300%, but at least the gap had narrowed. Gayatri decided that celebrations were in order and invited ideas at the end of the review meeting.

"How about a strategy off-site at some nice destination?" Ramya suggested.

"Great idea. I know the right place, where we will have complete privacy. That way, we can take the slaves along to keep us entertained," Gayatri responded.

Mallika, Gayatri's friend from college, had recently received a windfall from her ESOPs at a start-up, which had listed at very juicy valuation. She had decided to quit the corporate life and bought a small island off the coast of Goa. It had an exclusive resort with a private beach, great views all-round and lots of water sports and adventure activities. It was a huge hit with the rich-set, and was usually fully booked. But Gayatri was sure she could pull some strings with her old friend.

So, the venue was decided, dates blocked (although Gayatri had to sweeten the deal with the offer of exclusive use of Ramesh by Mallika to free up the dates!) and travel plans finalized. They'd charter a jet to Goa, then a luxury bus to the jetty, and a yacht ride would bring them to the island resort. The women were very excited about the trip, and for a change, even the slaves were looking forward to the trip. They knew they'd be ordered around as usual, but at least they'd be kissing feet with a gorgeous sunset view.

On the D-day, the women were picked up in individual limousines from their homes, each with her own personal slave to attend to her needs on the ride. Ramesh rode with Gayatri of course. As they arrived at the private airstrip, the women stepped out in style, dressed to party in stylish outfits, high heels, flashy accessories, none more flashier than the leash they held, with a naked slave crawling behind each of them like a dog following its mistress.

"There is not enough space for all the slaves in the jet. I will take Ramesh in, but we can maybe fit two more at max. The rest will be put in the dog-cages and will travel in the luggage hold," Gayatri announced.

"How do we decide which two are the lucky ones?" Lily asked.

"Fastest luggage loader wins. After all, ours bags aren't going to walk into the luggage hold by themselves," Gayatri said.

There was a mad scramble among the slaves as they practically leapt over each other to rush to the limousines to retrieve the bags. No one wanted to be caged in the luggage hold after all.

Bobby and Dinesh had loaded the maximum luggage and both eagerly crawled forward, sweating profusely, but glad they had avoided the fate of being stuffed into the luggage hold.

"Wait, I don't want

him

inside the jet. Throw him in a cage in the luggage hold," Ankita said pointing to Bobby.

"But I loaded the maximum luggage, Ma'am. This is so unfair..." Bobby began to protest as a hard slap landed on his face.

SLAP! SLAP! Ankita gave him two more tight ones for effect. "Speak one more word and I'll leave you naked on the tarmac. You should count yourself lucky that I am allowing you into the luggage hold," Ankita said, her voice stern.

"But, Ma'am, I did carry the maximum luggage..." Bobby turned and appealed to Gayatri. He clearly wasn't backing down.

Gayatri didn't reply. Instead, she merely flung her shoe from the top of the stairs where she was standing to the tarmac. Ramesh immediately crawled down the steps, fetched the shoe with his mouth and brought it back to her. She kicked it back down the stairs again. Ramesh went back, crawling all the way down and fetched it again, held it up in his mouth for her to wear it.

Gayatri turned to Bobby. "I think it is important that you slaves learn that serving your mistress is a

privilege

, and not a task," Gayatri said. "Ramesh gets to travel with me in the jet because he obeys me unconditionally. No questions asked."

Gayatri fixed him with a hard stare. Bobby got the message.

"Now go lick Ankita's shoes and apologize to her for speaking out of turn," Gayatri ordered.

Bobby crawled to Ankita and bent low and licked her shoes. "I am sorry, Ma'am," he said meekly.

"And thank her for slapping you and teaching you a lesson," Gayatri wasn't done showing what happens when a slave dares to speak out of turn.

"Thank you, Ma'am *kiss* for teaching me *kiss* a lesson," Bobby said as he kissed Ankita's feet, alternating between her left and right foot.

Gayatri signaled to Robin who got out a mouth gag and put it on Bobby. It fitted tightly over his mouth, such that he could only make grunting noises.

"Did you have anything more to say?" Gayatri asked.

"Hrmph... Blearrgh..." Bobby could only make some incoherent noises.

"Good, I thought as much. Now crawl into your cage," she pointed at the dog-cage set up in the luggage hold. Bobby meekly complied.

"Anyone else has a complaint about getting into the luggage hold?" Gayatri asked. The slaves merely bowed down and said, "Your wish is our command, Mistress."

"Good, as a reward for your obedience, all of you get to travel in the jet. Now crawl in there. Except Bobby, who will learn not to open his mouth," Gayatri announced.

Ajay and Dinesh served as footstools on the flight for the ladies to rest their feet on, while Eshwar and Francis got the steward duties and were made to fetch drinks and snacks for the women. Chandu had been the slowest at loading luggage, so he was sent to clean the toilet with a toothbrush as punishment. Gayatri kept Ramesh to herself, conscious that she'd have to turn him over to Mallika once they reached their destination.

As the jet landed, their luxury bus was waiting for them at the tarmac. The slaves crawled out first to load the luggage as the women took their time to step out. Bobby was also released from his cage. Ramesh waited by the steps, on all fours. The ladies walked down the steps from the jet, got their heels licked by Ramesh and stepped on his back to get into the bus.

The slaves had learnt their lesson from the plane ride. After they loaded the luggage, they arranged themselves like a human carpet inside the bus. The women were able to reach their seats without their shoes having to touch the floor of the bus, as the six slaves had covered the bus end to end lying down. The women played songs through the journey and made the slaves dance for their entertainment, as the bus entered the jetty for the last leg of their journey.

The yacht was jaw-dropping in size, and ostentatious in its furnishings. It had its own mini-pool, and well-appointed cabins with dark wood finish. A quick dash across the sea brought them to the island resort.

Mallika was waiting at the island jetty to greet her friend. She had given the next two days off to her usual housekeeping staff, as Gayatri had assured her that she was bringing enough slaves with her to take care of all the menial jobs. The head chef for the restaurant and the masseur at the spa were the only male staff who had been asked to stay back.

Ramesh greeted Mallika like a dog meeting his mistress after a long trip. He bounded across on all fours, bowed low before her and put his tongue out and looked up at her with puppy dog eyes. In all his excitement, he hadn't forgotten his training that he needed her permission to lick her shoes. "Mistress, may I please lick your shoes?" he asked politely.

"Yes, slave. Go for it, and make sure you lick them clean," Mallika answered. Mallika had forgotten the high a woman gets when she is lovingly served by a naked male slave, and she welcomed the feeling. She lifted one foot and placed it on his head as he licked her other shoe.

Mallika turned to Gayatri and the other women and said, "Welcome to Paradise Island. This is a vehicle free island. We do have an electric buggy to take you around. We also have three horse-drawn carriages but the stable hand is not in today."

"We brought our own ponies, in case you hadn't noticed," Gayatri replied, pointing at the six naked slaves kneeling beside her. "Get them harnessed up, one per carriage. The other three can get the luggage to the rooms meanwhile," Gayatri ordered.

Ajay, Bobby and Chandu were the chosen 'ponies' while Dinesh, Eshwar and Francis were the designated luggage mules. But first they had to bend down next to the carriages for the women to step on to the carriages before they got on luggage duty.

"Ooh, we have horse-whips! What fun!" Ankita squealed in delight as grabbed the 'reins' in one hand and the whip in the other. She had gotten to the carriage drawn by Bobby of course. She 'tested' the whip on his back and sure enough, a dark red stripe appeared on Bobby's bare back, as he squirmed in pain.

"Careful Ankita. Remember the first rule of dealing with a slave: no permanent damage," Gayatri called after her.

The women went off in the carriages while Gayatri and Mallika decided to take a walk around the resort, with a leashed Ramesh in tow. After all, they had a lot to catch up on!

"How come Ramesh is back to being your slave? What happened to his 'marriage' with Priyanka?" Mallika asked, her hands showing air quotes when she said marriage. While Priyanka had returned his devoted love with affection, none of her friends had truly accepted the relationship.

"Well, he's still 'married' to her. Let's just say, I caught both of them in a compromising position, and so I have significant leverage over him. After all, he'll do

anything

to protect his precious 'Princess Priyanka'," Gayatri said, the last line in a mocking voice.

"And she's ok with this?" Mallika asked.

"Well, she doesn't have too much of a choice. And I have kept her busy, traveling on the road meeting investors fir the past few weeks. She isn't home much, and I have this idiot to myself," Gayatri said.

"Oh, that's quite manipulative of you. But how did you end up with six other slaves?" Mallika was curious.

"Ah, when you can dominate one male, you can dominate them all. Strip off their clothes and slap them around a bit to show you mean business, and they all submit," Gayatri replied haughtily.

"Wow Gayu. I never thought of it like that. We are approaching the spa. Why don't you get a relaxing massage, my masseur is quite good. I will take Ramesh to my room. I have a lot of plans for him, especially his tongue," Mallika winked at Gayatri.

And so Ramesh ended his day giving oral service to Mallika, using his tongue to good effect. She came thrice and his face was soaked in her juices. She kicked him away once she was done and pointed to a dog cage outside her door for him to sleep.

As he drifted off to sleep, he dreamt of his Princess, hoping to meet her soon...