Vikas Slave of His Younger Neighbour

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Vikas (24):

A quiet, reclusive young man with a hidden desire to submit. Introverted and restrained, he harbors fantasies of giving up control--but only to someone who understands his need for both respect and structure.

Aadithi (22):

Bright, confident, dominant. Vikas's neighbor since childhood, she's always had an intuitive understanding of power. As she matures, she becomes curious about control--not to hurt, but to guide. When she discovers Vikas's hidden desire, she steps into a role neither of them expected... and both crave.

???? Chapter 1: The Confession

The rain hit the windowpane like it was trying to get in.

Vikas sat on Aadithi's living room floor, legs crossed awkwardly, heart pounding. His damp hoodie clung to his skin, and his glasses fogged with every shaky breath. He hadn't meant to stay this long. She'd just invited him over for chai, same as always. Friends. Neighbors. Harmless.

But then she found the notebook.

It had slipped from his bag when he reached for his phone, dropping open like fate had decided to expose him.

And Aadithi had picked it up.

Not by accident. Not out of nosiness.

With intent.

She sat across from him now, flipping through the pages like they were any other book, but the slow, amused lift of her eyebrow told him she had already seen enough.

Her voice broke the silence--measured, calm. "You wrote this."

Not a question.

Vikas swallowed. "I--don't--"

"Don't lie," she said, not sharply, but with enough weight to shut him up. "You wrote about being naked. Being ordered around. Begging." She glanced down, reading verbatim, "'I want someone to look at me and laugh because I'm weak. Because I'm theirs.'"

He wanted to melt through the floor.

Aadithi looked up, her eyes sharper now. "Is that what you want, Vikas?"

He opened his mouth, closed it. Tried again. "It was just fantasy."

She smiled slowly. "Is it?"

He hated the way she was watching him.

Not with disgust.

But with interest.

And something else.

Control.

He forced himself to meet her gaze. "You're not... disgusted?"

Aadithi tilted her head. "No. But I am curious. You've lived next to me for years. And I never imagined you were the type to write about... crawling."

Vikas's ears burned.

"Do you want that?" she asked, setting the journal on the table. "To be humiliated? Stripped? Told you're nothing but a toy?"

He flinched. The word humiliated hit harder than it should have.

"I--I don't know."

Aadithi stood up.

Vikas looked up at her. She was barefoot, wearing loose cotton shorts and a faded tee, but she radiated authority.

"Stand up," she said.

He hesitated.

"Now."

He stood.

She walked slowly toward him, eyes scanning his body--too tall, too skinny, too awkward--and yet her gaze made him feel naked already.

Then, she said it.

"Take off your clothes."

He froze. "What?"

"You wrote about it," she said calmly. "Being made to strip. Being watched. You want to know how it feels? Take them off."

His heart hammered. "Here? Now?"

"No one else is here, Vikas. Just you. And me. And your little fantasy."

He hesitated.

Then, slowly, hands trembling, he pulled off his hoodie.

Aadithi watched in silence.

Then the T-shirt.

Then, with shaking fingers, his belt. His jeans.

She raised an eyebrow when he hesitated at his boxers.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Too real now?"

He didn't answer.

She stepped closer.

"Are you hard?"

His breath caught.

She looked down, smirked. "I'll take that as a yes."

Her voice dropped, smoother now, quieter. "You're hard because I'm looking at you. Because you're standing here like a shy little boy, exposed. Embarrassed. Humiliated."

Vikas shivered.

"And you like it, don't you?"

He closed his eyes.

"Yes," he whispered.

"Louder."

"Yes."

She walked a slow circle around him. "Good. Then from now on, you'll come here when I call you. You'll strip when I say. And you'll thank me for letting you feel this way."

He nodded, throat dry.

"Say it."

"Th-thank you."

"For?"

"For... humiliating me."

She smiled.

Then, casually, she tossed the journal back into his lap.

"You're mine now, Vikas."

Vikas, now fully exposed in front of Aadithi, has just heard the words, "You're mine now, Vikas."

She's calm, in control, and entirely serious. He's humiliated, trembling--and more aroused than he's ever been.

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Chapter 1: The Confession (Part 2)

Vikas stared down at the journal in his hands. Its familiar cover suddenly felt alien--like it belonged to another version of himself, one who had only imagined what humiliation might feel like.

Now he knew.

And it was so much more than he expected.

He stood naked, flushed, exposed under Aadithi's gaze. Every second ticked like thunder in his ears.

"You're shaking," she said softly, brushing past him toward her kitchen. "Sit."

He lowered himself slowly onto the cushion near the table. Her floor was cool, rough against his bare skin, and the vulnerability made him acutely aware of everything--his breath, his posture, the way he kept instinctively trying to cover himself.

Aadithi came back with a cup of tea and set it beside him--not to drink, but to let him smell, untouched.

"You don't get tea until you earn it."

He looked up at her. "Earn it?"

She nodded, now towering over him. "You don't get comfort, Vikas. Not unless I give it to you."

He swallowed. His throat was dry. "What... do I have to do?"

"Obey," she said. "And let me enjoy your shame."

His cock twitched. He hated that she saw it.

"Oh," she said, delighted. "You're actually getting harder."

He looked away, shame flushing across his chest and neck.

"Eyes down," she added, and when he instinctively looked up again, her voice snapped sharper. "Down."

He obeyed instantly.

"Good. You're learning."

She walked behind him. He could hear the soft pad of her feet, then silence.

Then--click.

He tensed.

"That," she said, holding up her phone, "was your first lesson."

"You took a photo?"

"I did."

Vikas's heart raced. "You can't--"

"I can," she said. "But I won't show anyone. That's the line. I will humiliate you. Control you. Own you. But I will never harm you."

He relaxed--barely.

She circled back around. "But you will think I might. That's part of the thrill, isn't it?"

He didn't respond.

"Answer me."

"... Yes."

"Use full sentences. Yes, Aadithi."

He breathed, "Yes, Aadithi."

She smiled and crouched in front of him, her face inches from his. "That's better."

He could smell her--faint jasmine and spice--and the scent made his stomach flip.

She tilted her head. "You like being called out. Being seen for what you are."

"Yes, Aadithi."

"And what are you?"

He swallowed. "Yours."

She reached out, not to touch him--but to tap his chin with two fingers. "Say it clearly."

"I'm yours."

"And?"

He hesitated.

She raised an eyebrow. "Don't make me say it for you."

"I'm... your toy."

Her eyes sparkled.

"Good boy."

Something cracked inside him at those words. They filled a space he didn't know had been empty.

She stood again and went to her shelf. When she returned, she held a small black collar--leather, simple, no tag. She let it dangle from one finger.

"You want this?" she asked.

His mouth went dry.

He nodded.

"Say it."

"I want it."

"Why?"

"Because I'm yours," he whispered. "Because I want to be owned."

She moved behind him again and bent close to his ear. "Then crawl to me. Naked. On all fours. And ask me to collar you."

Vikas froze.

His skin burned hotter than ever before. Part of him rebelled--this is too far, whispered the voice of the world outside.

But the rest of him?

The rest of him dropped to his hands and knees.

He crawled across the floor, naked, shaking, painfully aroused--and utterly humiliated.

And he loved it.

He reached her feet and knelt.

"Please, Aadithi," he whispered, head bowed. "Collar me."

"Louder."

"Please--collar me."

She slid the strap around his neck and buckled it carefully.

"You're mine now," she said again. "Not just in fantasy. In flesh."

Then she tugged lightly on the collar.

"Now crawl back to your spot."

He obeyed, heart thudding, cock painfully hard.

When he sat again, she crouched in front of him and whispered:

"That's how obedience begins, Vikas. With a collar... and a little shame."

Then she finally handed him the cup of tea.

And he'd never tasted anything so warm in his life.

Chapter 1: End