The car ride to the rooftop restaurant in Nungambakkam was already torture. Karthik sat squeezed in the back seat between Rahul and Meera, the chiffon saree constantly shifting and clinging to his smooth, shaved legs. Every small bump in the road made the heavy pleats of the petticoat rustle loudly and the gel breasts makes his chest jiggle up and down inside the tight blouse which felt really different for him. He kept trying to adjust the pallu with one hand while clutching the small handbag Meera had forced over his other shoulder, but the restrictive layers made even that simple movement feel impossible.
“Stop fidgeting, girl,” Meera whispered sharply in his ear. “A proper woman knows how to sit gracefully in a saree. You look like a silly boy who stole his mother’s clothes.”
The dinner became a slow, torturous ordeal. Because it was a buffet, Karthika had to get up and move through the tables to pick up food. Every step was torture. The petticoat swayed heavily, the saree pleats brushing his smooth legs. The weight on his chest made him hyper-aware of how the blouse stretched. Strangers...men especially turned to look at the pretty girl in the gold saree. Lust flickered in their eyes. Some “accidentally” bumped into him. Hands lingered on his hip, gave a quick pinch in his ass, or brushed against his made up breasts.
One man leaned in while reaching for food and whispered, “Looking beautiful tonight, madam,” while his fingers touching Karthika’s hip under the pallu.
Karthika bit his lip hard, eyes watering. He couldn’t say a word. Couldn’t protest. If he raised his voice and it came out too deep, or if he caused a scene, the videos would destroy him. All he could do was endure single tear slipping down his made-up cheek as he returned to the table, plate trembling in his hands.
Aditya smiled pleasantly. “Good girl. Now eat what I give you.” He pushed a small piece of leftover meat toward Karthika’s plate.
While Karthika tried to eat, Aditya’s fingers slipped under the saree rubbing firmly over the front of the petticoat. Slow, deliberate edging. Karthika’s body jerked. He squirmed in the seat, the tight blouse and heavy chest making every movement obvious and feminine. The petticoat and saree trapped his legs. He couldn’t spread them or shift freely. His free hand clutched the pallu tighter while the handbag rested on his lap.
Meera watched with a cruel little smile. “Look at her squirming like a helpless woman. Does it feel different now that you’re dressed properly? That tiny thing in your panties doesn’t get to decide anymore. We control it.”
Rahul leaned across the table. “Keep eating, Karthika. Don’t make a sound. Good women don’t complain when their boyfriends touch them under the table.”
Aditya continued feeding him bites while the hidden rubbing intensified. Karthika’s eyes watered more. His body betrayed him with small, involuntary movements and hitched breaths. Good girlfriends finish what their boyfriends feed them. Another tear rolled down as he chewed and swallowed whatever Aditya feeding him.
Meera took out her phone and snapped a photo.
“Smile for the camera, girl,” Meera said sweetly. “Look how happy you are to eat from your man’s spoon.”
By the time the meal ended, Karthika felt drained, his body on edge from the constant secret stimulation. Meera stood and took his hand firmly. “Come, on Karthika. Let's go to the Ladies’ room. Now.”
She led him across the restaurant. Karthik walked with tiny, restricted steps, one hand clutching the pallu, the other gripping the handbag like a lifeline. His chest felt heavy with every breath. Inside the ladies’ room, it was empty. Meera pushed him straight into the farthest cubicle and locked the door.
“Lift your saree and petticoat, Karthika. Hurry, little woman.”
Karthika obeyed with shaking hands. Meera reached under and began edging him in earnest firm, steady strokes designed to torment. Karthika bit his lip until it hurt, body squirming helplessly against the cubicle wall. The tight blouse, the heavy chest forms, the pinned saree and layered petticoat everything restricted him. He couldn’t move freely. Couldn’t make a sound. If he moaned too loudly, someone might hear a man’s voice in the ladies’ room. The risk kept him silent, tears streaming down his face as his body arched and trembled under her control.
Meera leaned close, whispering right against his ear while her hand never stopped. “That’s it, silly girl. Feel how your body obeys even when your mind screams no. This little thing was never meant for a man’s life. Such a pathetic, emotional man and now a woman you’ve become. Crying in the ladies’ room while a real woman touches you. This is where you belong now.”
A wet spot formed on the front of the panties. Just as Karthika was about to lose control, Meera stopped and said You’re so close, aren’t you, Karthika? But good girls wait until their owners decide. She pulled her hand away and straightened his saree and petticoat.
“Enough for now, girl. We don’t want you making a mess in Selvi’s clothes.”
She forcefully pulled him out, stood him in front of the mirror, and forcefully reapplied his lipstick. “There. Pretty again my cutie.”
As they stepped out, Meera gave Karthika’s bottom a playful but firm spank through the saree. “How was your ladies’ bathroom experience, Karthika? You’re very lucky to be the only man to be in there with another girl in there. No real man can never do that. Only silly and pathetic excuse to be a man like you get to experience it properly.”
They walked back toward the table area. Just as they reached the corridor, a random man “accidentally” bumped hard into Karthika. Before Karthika could react, the man’s lips pressed against his in a sudden, forcefully planting a lip kiss while hidden hands holding him by his hips.
Karthika’s eyes widened in shock. He tried to pull back, but the man held the kiss for a long second before releasing him with a fake apologetic laugh and walking away.
Meera’s quiet laugh beside him confirmed it had been arranged. Aditya appeared at his side. “Time to go home, Karthika. You did well tonight, girl.”
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