His Plaything : From Senior to Slave

Monday Morning

The cab ride to work was a blur of traffic lights and honking horns, the rain still coming down in a steady drizzle. Ravi couldn't help but glance at the other passengers, wondering if they could see the shadows of the night's events etched into his features.

When he finally arrived at the office, the lobby was a flurry of activity. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the day ahead.

With trembling hands, he swiped his access card and pushed open the office door. The cool air conditioning hit him like a slap in the face, a stark contrast to the heat of the previous night.

His colleagues were already hard at work, their heads buried in piles of paperwork, their fingers flying across keyboards. The mundane scene was both comforting and suffocating.

He took a deep breath, reassuring himself that Vivek had kept his secret.

The sound of his heels clicking against the marble floor was the only indication of his presence.

As he approached his cubicle, the voice that had haunted his dreams called out from across the room.

"Hello, Ravi sir, how are you today?" Vivek's tone was sickeningly sweet, and Ravi's stomach lurched at the memory of his junior's cruel laughter from the night before.

His colleagues looked up from their work, their expressions a mix of curiosity and confusion at the unusual greeting.

Vivek's gaze lingered on him, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

"I can imagine," he said, his voice low and intimate. The words hung in the air, a clear indication that the game had only just begun.

Ravi swallowed hard and forced his legs to carry him to his cubicle, feeling the weight of his junior's stare on his back like a physical presence.

Once ensconced behind the relative safety of his desk, Ravi tried to bury himself in work, his eyes scanning through the endless sea of emails and spreadsheets.

But his thoughts kept straying back to the events of the previous night, the taste of Vivek's cum still lingering on his tongue. He felt dirty, violated, and yet, a part of him couldn't deny the thrill that had accompanied the fear.

The office chatter around him seemed muffled, as if he were underwater, unable to fully connect with the world above the surface.

The minutes ticked by, each one heavier than the last. His bladder, which had been protesting since his arrival, finally won the battle, and Ravi knew he had to go to the washroom.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the potential encounter with Vivek, and headed for the men's room.

The tiles were cold under his feet, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, casting an eerie glow on the row of stalls.

As he approached the urinals, Ravi felt a presence behind him. He didn't have to look to know it was Vivek.

He could feel his junior's smugness, a palpable force that seemed to fill the room.

He unzipped his trousers with shaking hands, his heart racing. He tried to ignore the sound of Vivek's zipper joining his, the unmistakable sound of his leather belt being unbuckled.

He glanced down, and his stomach lurched when he saw the red lace panties peeking out from beneath his shirt.

He'd been so preoccupied with getting ready for work that he hadn't noticed he'd put them on instead of his usual boxers.

Panic set in as he realized the potential disaster.

Vivek stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with malicious glee. "Urmila, you dirty little whore," he whispered, his hand shooting out to grab Ravi's buttocks.

Ravi's cheeks burned with embarrassment as the realization hit him. He'd brought the darkness of his nocturnal life into the stark, unforgiving reality of the office.

He quickly pulled up his pants, his hands shaking as he fastened his belt, but it was too late. Vivek had seen, and the damage was done.

"What are you doing?" Ravi's voice was barely more than a squeak, his eyes darting around the bathroom.

Vivek stepped closer, his hand sliding up the inside of Ravi's thigh. "You forgot to take these off, didn't you?" He held up the red lace panties, a smirk playing on his lips. "How careless of you, Urmila."

Ravi's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of his own panties in Vivek's hand. "I-I didn't mean to wear them," he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "It was an accident."

Vivek chuckled, his grip on Ravi's butt tightening. "Accident or not, Urmila," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "you're a brave little slut, aren't you?" His hand slid up, tracing the curve of Ravi's hip, the lace of the panties teasing his skin. "Wearing these to work, right under everyone's nose. You've got guts, I'll give you that."

Panic and embarrassment flooded Ravi, his mind racing as he tried to formulate a response. "V-Vivek, please," he stuttered, his voice trembling. "It's not what you think."

Vivek's smile grew more wicked as he stepped closer, pushing Ravi against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall.

"Oh, I think it's exactly what I think," he murmured, his hand sliding up to cup Ravi's crotch, feeling the heat and arousal beneath the fabric.

"You're a dirty little slut, Ravi, and you know it. You love the thrill of it, don't you?" His grip tightened, and Ravi couldn't help but let out a whimper.

"Now, now, no need to be shy," Vivek said, his voice a low purr. "You wore these to work, so obviously, you wanted to show them off. Why don't you come to my apartment tonight, dressed as Urmila, and show me just how much of a whore you really are?"

He tried to push Vivek's hand away, but the man's grip was like a vice, his fingers digging into the flesh of Ravi's ass.

"Why?" Ravi managed to ask, his voice trembling.

"Why?" Vivek repeated, his eyes dark with desire. "Because you're a slut, Ravi. Because you want it. You love the thrill of it, don't you? The danger, the fear, the power I have over you."

His hand slid further up, the lace of the panties now pressing into Ravi's crotch. "You're a slut, and you love it."

Ravi's heart raced, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

"V-Vivek, please," he pleaded, his voice shaking. "Not here, not now."

Vivek leaned in, his hot breath tickling Ravi's ear. "Oh, I'm not asking you to put on a show here, Urmila," he chuckled.

"But I expect you at my apartment tonight, dressed in something... more appropriate for the evening's entertainment. Nine PM, sharp."

He gave Ravi's crotch a firm squeeze, eliciting a pained gasp from his senior. "And don't forget to wear those panties".