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Ananya stood frozen, staring at Suresh, who stood before her.
He was naked, completely! Not a stitch on! Bare as board!
His posture was straight, almost rigid, his hands clasped firmly behind him, a perfect image of servitude as he was not even allowed that small amount of modesty.
The absurdity of the situation left her speechless--this was the same man who had grilled her relentlessly during the interview, and now he stood there as her naked slave. She couldn't process the sight, still grappling with whether this was some elaborate joke or an actual company perk. Suresh met her gaze, a huge glint of disappointment in his eyes. He had hoped that she would decline, that her refusal would free him from this unusual servitude. But, of course, what woman would decline this, he thought grudgingly.
After what felt like an eternity, Ananya finally turned to the other women and smiled awkwardly. Priya and Radhika beamed back, clearly amused. "Suresh, hand over the welcome kit," Priya instructed, and without a word, Suresh turned around. Ananya was now treated to the sight of his slightly wide buttocks. As it swished and swished while he walked, she laughed out loud. He turned back and presented Ananya with the welcome kit box.
As he did, he was holding it across his chest. Ananya did not need a map to understand the significance. He was holding it high across his chest so that, even in this insignificant action, his naked slavery was heightened. His massive, massive erection was on full display as he could not even try to cover it, however minutely with the tray. She quickly retrieved the tray from his hands and beamed as he once again quickly placed both hands behind his back.
Inside was the standard issue: a laptop, a company-branded bag, and a few essentials. But there was also a small timer and a gift card. The timer read 15 seconds, and Ananya looked at Priya, confused. Priya chuckled. "The gift card could've been worth up to 5,000 rupees, but since it took you 15 seconds to figure out our puzzle with the Apron, you've lost 50 rupees for each second. So, we will now load only 4,250 rupees on it."
Ananya's face twisted in disbelief. "But--" she began, only to be met with firm but amused expressions from Priya and the others. "Come on, who could have guessed this? This is such an unfair-" Priya sweetly cut in. "You look agitated, Ananya. If only there was something for you to relieve your agitations on."
Ananya took a second to understand what that meant, and, when she did, she turned to Suresh with an evil smile. He was the slave, right? She beckoned to Suresh and he walked over, his schlong twitching with excitement and fear.
As Ananya landed her first smack, she slowly felt the surreal feeling leaving her. She was now the mistress and Suresh was her prey and nothing more. As she landed the second hit, a dominant feeling took over her. Priya smiled as she saw the changes in Ananya. Having a naked male slave was a dream for every woman. And, Priya wanted to preserve that wonder. The gift card was her idea.
This way, the new woman always had a simple excuse to spank the slave.
On his nude buttocks!
On day 1 itself!
It made the transition to the role of the owner quite smooth.
SPLAT! There was no hesitation in Ananya's actions. Men needed to be spanked. On their bare bottoms! This was something she had learnt very early into her dating life. They were immature, regardless of their age and needed a strong female guiding hand marked across their asses. Now that she knew she had Suresh in her grasp, she hit him with all her strength. She had to put the fear of the devil in him and she revelled in Suresh's cries as he felt her unforgiving hands. He knew from her resume that she was a volleyball player and dreaded she could really smash with her palm. He could now feel that his dread was not unfounded. Ananya finally stopped after 15 smacks. Suresh, very well trained in this area, instantly kissed her feet and thanked her for finally letting him off.
Ananya, however, pulled him slightly such that he was on all fours as she sat and started caressing his hair. She then asked the women. "So, How is this going to work with Suresh as my slave? I live somewhere else."
Priya explained, "We all live in a three-storey apartment. Suresh lives on the ground floor with Kavya, who he currently serves. If you accept, you will move into the ground floor, and you'll take her place. He'll handle adding you to the lease, and you won't have to pay any rent."
Hearing this, Ananya's worries, and her last minute inhibitions completely dissolved. The reason she had been job-hunting in the first place was to reduce the impact of her expensive rent. Now, not only was she getting more salary, but no rent at all. She grinned, feeling jubilant. In her excitement, she joked, "Maybe Suresh should pay me rent!" Immediately, the four women smiled knowingly, and to her surprise, they each took out their wallets and passed some money around. Radhika then calmly tore up the gift card in front of her.
Radhika looked at her, shaking her head with a smirk.
"Both Kavya and Meera made the same mistake," she said, her tone shifting to something more serious. "We had a bet that you'd say it, too."
She turned to Suresh with a slight apology in her voice, "Naked boy, I apologize for my gender--it's now three for three."
Radhika turned again, and her eyes locked on Ananya. When she spoke, her tone became very stern. "Listen to me, Suresh being a slave here is part of the deal, but there's a line. He is, and always will be, our highest priority. If you ever hurt him, or try to take money from him, you'll be fired instantly, and all of this--gone."
Ananya stood stunned by the sudden shift in mood, but as Radhika finished, she understood the deeper meaning behind her words. Nodding in acknowledgment, she lifted Suresh up, wrapped her arms around him in an unexpected hug, and whispered, "I'm so sorry, naked boy. It won't happen again."
The mood lightened again as Ananya reached for her phone, calling her landlord to inform him that she was moving out. She turned back to the others and said, "I think I'll move some essentials tonight. Maybe over the weekend, I can get everything else."
Kavya smiled sweetly, brushing her fingers through Suresh's hair. "We'll all help you move, don't worry," she assured her, though the pointed way she touched Suresh's hair suggested something else. Suresh, now resigned, knew exactly what she meant: though they'd all assist with the move, it would be him doing all the heavy lifting and setting things up once they arrived.
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