Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 13
Grace's Hard Lessons
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By Dark Avenger (send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)
The story so far:
Grace is a young, fast-rising career woman who in a moment of weakness,
embezzles a sum of money from her company, only to be discovered by her rival
and ex-suitor in the office, Royston.
The scheming Royston blackmails and tricks Grace into a series of humiliating
acts, including wearing a sheer dress to a client dinner, and photography shoots
for a client of Royston's, Mr Nakamori, where she wears nothing more than skimpy
bikinis, and lingerie that becomes ever-more titillating and revealing with each
shoot. Not satisfied, Royston arranges for Grace to do an office presentation
with a vibrator buzzing in her pussy, from which she nearly orgasms in front of
important people from her company. When Grace's boss is let in on her secret, he
takes the opportunity to rape her.
Royston steps up Grace's humiliation by making her strip in his office,
displaying herself in degrading positions, and giving her a facial. On the way
to Grace's next photography shoot, Royston makes her take a crowded bus in
scanty clothing, resulting in her getting molested. Mr Nakamori and his
photographer brings Grace to the shopping mall where she learns new heights to
her humiliation and training in public.
Chapter Thirteen (MF, humiliation, public D/s, exhib)
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"Are we taking the escalator or the elevator?" Joe asked Nakamori.
Nakamori replied, "Neither. Since Grace is looking so gorgeous, let's take the
main staircase from the mezzanine floor."
Grace felt very nervous as she walked ahead of Nakamori and Joe, periodically
turning around to make sure she was walking in the right direction. The last
thing she needed was for Nakamori to put on the leash on her collar especially
now that her revealing dress was bound to draw a lot of attention to her.
As the two men and Grace made their way to the wide staircase of the shopping
mall, Grace could already hear some whispers from other shoppers as they walked
past them. "Did you see what that woman was wearing?" a lady in her thirties
said in hushed tones to her husband. Grace felt her neck and face grow hot in
embarrassment.
Reaching the staircase at the mezzanine, Nakamori instructed Grace to walk down
the left side. "We're going to take some photos of you at the fountain Grace, so
you might as well get accustomed to the attention. Don't be so shy," Joe said to
the nervous girl in a teasing manner. By walking down the left side of the
staircase, Grace knew that with the slit on the right side of the dress, her leg
and body would be most prominently displayed. Anyone going up or down the
staircase with them, or even shoppers on the ground floor or one floor above
them could see her if they were looking at the staircase, as it was very
centrally located in the concourse of the mall !
Balancing herself on the stiletto heels, and with her left hand on the banister,
Grace started to take the staircase down. With each step she took, she would
show her entire right leg, for the front piece of the garment was only as wide
as her pelvis at the hip level, and tapered down to her knee. Three teenage boys
were coming up the staircase and they stopped in their tracks when they saw
Grace coming down the staircase. Their mouths open, they stared at this
wonderful vision of this lovely fair creature in a revealing black dress, making
her way slowly toward them. The boys could not believe their eyes as they stared
at her fair naked skin on the side of her bosom, running down to her trim waist
and her hip, accentuated only by the criss-crossing string that held the front
and back pieces of the sexy garment together.
Grace glanced at them for a second, and knew the spectacle that she presented,
and continued her way down the staircase. The teenage boys were staring up and
down her dress, and in particular the butterfly knot on her hip. In their mind,
they were wondering if the knot was the only thing that prevented the front and
back pieces of this sizzling hot dress from falling apart, which in turn was the
only thing that was preventing them from gazing upon the naked charms of this
stunning chick.
"Excuse us boys, " said Joe as he squeezed his way through the boys, lugging his
equipment, "we have a photo-shoot to do." Making his way down the staircase, he
grinned as he knew the teenage boys were following them behind.
And so, Grace, Joe and Nakamori made it to the fountain in the concourse at the
center of the mall. Grace was glad that there was not too many people around -
only a handful scattered here and there. As Joe prepared his camera, Nakamori
was already directing Grace to the poses he wanted her in.
Grace shifted uncomfortably, as she realized that while there were only a
handful of people around, they were starting to take interest in her photography
shoot. Some people were looking or pointing in their direction. Grace was
especially cautious on the way she moved. She knew that if the front or rear
parts of her dress below her hip moved away from her body too much, she'll be
revealing her naked pussy or ass-cheeks to everyone.
By now, a few curious bystanders have walked closer to take a better look. The
three teenage boys were there too! Joe focused his camera on his model. "Okay
Grace, let's do it. Stand with your feet at shoulder width apart, left shoulder
back, toward the fountain, lean your weight on your back foot. Good, turn your
right shoulder toward me, yes. Tilt your chin up slightly. Good."
FLASH!
Joe started to snap many photographs. The shoot was on! Grace was in a daze -
she could not believe that she was doing this in a public place now.
"Her name is Grace!" said one of the teenage boys excitedly to the other two
boys. He had apparently overheard Joe talking to Grace, and was quick to share
this new found nugget of information with his friends. Grace felt a twinge of
humiliation that not only was she having such titillating and provocative
pictures of her taken in a shopping mall, these kids actually now know her name
too! What would she do if her colleagues, friends or family saw her now, or
found out? Might she say that she had switched jobs to become a model? Even so,
what would they think when they see the skimpy clothes, bikinis and lingerie
that she modeled in?
FLASH!
Joe continued taking more photos, and had Grace switch poses.
"Wow - look at that dress." Grace overheard someone say. "She's practically
naked". Grace tried to ignore the comments and the stares but inside she was
feeling humiliated. But she knew that if she did not comply with Nakamori's
instructions, he would have something much worse for her.
"Geez," another person in the audience would say, "look at that leg. And that
ass." A mother with a little girl who just joined the crowd, quickly covered the
little girl's eyes when she realized just how revealing Grace's dress was. A man
whispered to another, but just loud enough for Grace to hear, "These models
would do anything for money. I wonder if she poses nude. I wouldn't mind seeing
her nude photos.. hehe.." The constant humiliation that Grace felt over the next
half an hour soon became a dull feeling, and she just mechanically followed
instructions from Joe - she simply did not care anymore, even if she flashed too
much ass or accidentally exposed her pussy, she would deserve it, she told
herself.
After Joe snapped about fifty photographs of Grace in a variety of sensual and
titillating poses, Nakamori decided to move on. By that time, Grace felt
exhausted. Physically exhausted from holding her body in certain poses. Mentally
exhausted from thinking about whether everyone who saw her in the mall in the
revealing dresses thought her a slut, thinking about her lack of underwear and
whether she had unwittingly exposed herself, thinking about what she had become.
She had willingly or unwillingly paraded herself in a public place, wearing
whatever tickles the fancy of her masters. They controlled her every move,
removed her right to wear underwear, displayed her, had her pictures taken. Was
she still human, or just a pet animal now?
Nakamori and Joe boarded the escalator going up, followed by Grace behind. And
right behind her, at a strategic distance away, were the three teenagers,
craning their necks to get a better view of this beauty in the revealing dress
which had a high-cut slit below.
Next, Nakamori brought them to a sports store. They browsed around for a few
minutes, and Grace did not see the three boys. She almost sighed in relief.
Finally they have shaken them off!
"Grace I want you to try out this." Said Nakamori, handing her a low-cut sports
bra and a pair of really short lycra jogging shorts. "Let's see how you look."
The fitting rooms were unisexual. Grace went to the last fitting room and closed
the door. She proceeded to take off her black dress. Due to the tightness of the
dress, and the string which secured the front and back pieces together, it took
some time for her to take it off. As she put on the jogging shorts, she realized
that Nakamori had given her the smallest size possible. It was one of those
stretchy lycra shorts that many women would wear for biking or jogging. Wearing
it without any panties, one could see the puffy lips of her pussy through the
exceptionally tight and thin garment. Next, Grace put on the sports bra.
Suddenly she saw a movement from the corner of the eye - at the bottom of the
partition separating this fitting room with the adjacent one, there was a two
inch gap to the floor, and she saw someone's hand holding a mirror there. A
peeping tom! Grace screamed. She quickly put on the sports bra, and opened the
door to her fitting room. Looking sheepish, the three boys emerged from the
fitting room next to the one she was changing in.
"You perverts! You were peeping at me!" Grace fumed. She was not sure how much
they had seen. They had been so quiet in entering the adjacent fitting room that
she did not know anybody was in there.
Indeed, the three boys had secretly followed Grace into the sports store. When
they saw her enter the fitting room, the temptation was too great to resist.
They had quietly piled themselves into the adjacent room, and managed to close
the door without any sound. Now, one of the boys usually carried a small mirror
with him - being pranksters, the mirror came in useful for reflecting the sun
into people's eyes, or spying around the corner to make sure the teacher wasn't
coming yet when they were up to their tricks.
Using this mirror, they had observed this sexy beauty changing. When the dress
came down Grace's bosom, they had stifled a hiccup of wonder as they saw the
whiteness of her skin around collar bones and bare shoulders, and then her fine,
pert tits emerging from under the dress. As the dress went further down, there
were three very hard cocks as three sets of eyes were glued to the sight of the
sexy model's fine pubic hair covering her pussy, and her cute naked ass.
Watching Grace pull on the impossibly tight shorts which hugged her crotch, the
boys nearly came in their pants. For the three teenagers raging with male
hormones, watching Grace changing was the stuff of wet dreams for many, many
nights to come.
"What's the commotion? " Nakamori said, as he appeared.
"These perverts were peeping at me!" she pointed accusingly at the guilty
looking teenagers.
"Don't be so rude Grace," said Nakamori disapprovingly. Grace was shocked at his
reaction.
"It's a compliment that they think you are attractive Grace," continued
Nakamori. "Isn't that right gentlemen?"
"Yes, yes. We just thought your dress was so cool..." said one of the boys.
"But Sir, they were peeping at me changing!" Grace protested.
"What did I tell you before about this body, pet.." Nakamori looked at her with
a piercing stare. "I want you to apologise to these gentlemen. This body is no
longer yours pet, it is mine. I will let anyone see it as I please. "
Grace knew that it was useless to argue. She was not going to win. Reluctantly
she turned to the boys, and snapped, "I'm sorry."
"That's hardly the attitude for expressing apologies, Grace. Come with me."
Nakamori grabbed Grace by the wrist and led her to the fitting room. "Come with
me gentlemen," he said to the boys, who followed, curious to see what would
happen.
"Stand in the fitting room, "Nakamori ordered Grace. She obediently did so.
"Now apologise again. Properly this time."
"I - I'm sorry." Said Grace, this time in a more polite tone.
"Sorry for what?" Nakamori interjected.
"I'm sorry I called you guys perverts. And I'm sorry I said you were peeping at
me.." Grace said in a hushed tone.
"It's okay!" the boys were beaming, not believing their ears. This gorgeous girl
was apologizing to them when they had just peeped at her naked body as she
changed!
"Good, now to show you're really sorry, you'll offer them to see your body. I'm
giving you a choice. Either ask them if they would like to see you lift up your
bra OR you can ask them if they would like to see you pull down your jogging
shorts," said Nakamori. The boys' jaws dropped.
"That's not fair!" Grace said defiantly.
"You have a choice to offer them to see your tits or your cunt Grace. If you
aren't making the choice, I will let them make the choice for you." Nakamori
said.
Grace fumed, and said nothing for ten seconds. Then she said in a barely audible
voice, "Would you like to see my tits"?
"Yes, yes!" chorused the boys in unison.
Grace slowly lifted up her sports bra, exposing her fresh, perky breasts to the
horny boys who feasted their eyes on them.
"Whoa!" said one boy. "Cool..." said another. The boys whistled and cooed in
appreciation at the view. Grace felt cheap.
Nakamori said,"Alright gentlemen. We have a busy schedule ahead. If you want to
meet Grace again, you can give her manager a call and he can arrange something.
Here's his name card. His name is Royston."
The boys took the name card and happily left, chatting to each other excitedly.
"You can change back Grace. This is not particularly the look I want," said
Nakamori, "Last stop for the day - the men's toilet."
"What?" Grace could not believe her ears when she heard the location of the
final shoot for the day.
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Grace was standing inside the men's restroom, in front of the row of standing
urinals. Nakamori was at the door of the restroom, lighting up a cigarette. Joe
was loading up his camera. Outside the restroom door was a sign that said
"Cleaning in progress - do not enter", which Joe had put up. Grace was extremely
reluctant to go to this very strange location where she would get pictures of
her taken, but was persuaded that nobody would disturb them while the shoot was
in progress.
"OK, let's take off the black dress and change to this," said Joe. He held up a
pair of red leather wrist wraps with black laces. Handing the wrist wraps to
Grace, Joe continued rummaging in his haversack, as if looking for something
else.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Grace untied the knot on the side of her
dress, and loosened it. Slowly, she shrugged her body out from under the tight
fitting dress. She was standing there naked, her silver belly-button stud
displayed proudly on her flat navel. Nakamori marveled at how she was still shy
about exposing her body to the two of them, even in private. Well, to be
accurate, it wasn't a private place, but a semi-public location.
Putting on the red wrist-wraps, she looked magnificent as a slave, totally nude
except for garment that covered half of Grace's forearms, from the wrists to
midway to her elbows.
"Can you give me the rest of it, now," she said to Joe. Grace's motions were
like a little girl who had been inadvertently caught naked - her arms
subconsciously went to the front of her bosom to try to block the view to her
breasts, while she kept her thighs close together, trying to make the triangle
of pubic hair inconspicuous.
"There's nothing else to wear for this shoot," said Joe matter-of-factly.
Grace looked up at him in horror. She had assumed that besides the wrist wraps,
there was perhaps another one or two pieces that she had to wear. Now she stood
there stark naked, except for the wrist wraps. This only article of clothing on
her, merely served to emphasize the nakedness of the rest of her body. It was
the perfect look that Joe wanted for the last shoot of the day.
"No! Pleeease... not like this..." Grace pleaded. She moved her arm up
helplessly, looking at the camera in Joe's hand. Then she moved her hands to her
pelvic region. It was as if she could not decide whether to hide her boobs or
her pussy from the camera. "Please don't do this Joe... I'll do anything. Not
nude pictures. Not in here!"
"That's enough Grace," Nakamori said in a controlled but forceful tone. "No
bargaining. Your body is now mine, since you can't pay up the money. I will do
whatever I want with it. If you protest further, I'm going to take out the sign
on the outside of this door." He sucked on his cigarette, looking at the
distressed girl.
To make his threat good, Nakamori placed one hand on the door handle, as if he
was going to open the toilet door. His other hand took the cigarette out from
his mouth, and he exhaled a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling.
"And guess what are people going to see when they enter this men's toilet?" he
said.
Grace's face blanched, as she realized the helplessness of her situation once
again.
"That's right. They are going to see a naked slut in the men's toilet."
Shaking her head, Grace pleaded, "No.. please... Nakamori-san..."
"Be a good girl now. Let Joe take the pictures. It'll be over very quickly. If
you drag this on longer, I can't guarantee that some shoppers may start coming
into this toilet."
"Grace, stand by the urinal. Put your arms by your side." Joe ordered, focusing
his camera.
Grace reluctantly obeyed.
And so, Joe started taking nude pictures of Grace, dressed only in the red wrist
wraps, with the row of men's standing urinals in the background. Nakamori was
pleased with how the shoot was going, and the pictures he would be anticipating
of Grace. While Nakamori was a fashion designer, he had a side-line publishing
idol photo books in Japan, Taiwan and Hong Kong. Idol photo books feature a
celebrity, usually an actress, adult-video actress, singer, TV personality, or
could be also be a yet-unknown starlet or wannabe celebrity. The model can be
posed nude, in a bikini, or in regular clothes. He specialized in a subcategory
of idol photo books called the "hair nude shashin-shu" which are nude photo
books that expose the pubic hair of the idol being featured. He would make Grace
into a fine arts subject yet.
Suddenly, the toilet door swung wide open. A big burly man with a hairy face
walked in. He froze in his tracks, as he first saw Joe with the camera, Nakamori
standing near the door looking at him, and then finally his eyes laid upon the
strange sight of a naked girl standing there. What's this young beauty doing in
the men's toilet?!
"Chikuso! Some people can't read signs.." Nakamori swore under his breath.
Grace quickly squatted down, her arms covering her chest, her head down, staring
at the floor. She wished she could curl up into a fetal position. This stranger
was staring at her naked body ! She tried to hide her private parts from his
lustful eyes.
"Oops, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt something?" the burly man said, his eyes still
fixated upon the naked feminine charms of the girl displayed in front of him.
"Its alright, " said Nakamori, who appeared relaxed. Joe did not say anything,
but merely turned his attention to his camera, fiddling with its settings.
The man took a few more tentative steps, toward the standing urinal. His eyes
searched the faces of the other two men in the toilet, trying to figure out what
was going on. Nevertheless, he had some urgent business to take care of, so his
hands proceeded to unbuckle his belt as he stood facing the urinal. As he pulled
down his zipper, his attention turned toward the sight of Grace in the squatting
position - this pretty young lady was naked, save for the pair of striking red
things she wore on her fore-arms, which merely served to emphasize the lack of
clothing on the rest of her slim body.
"We're just doing a promotional shoot for one of our new starlets," added
Nakamori. "Grace here is a soft-porn actress. She will be launching her own
calendar showing off her nude body."
Grace felt utterly humiliated by Nakamori's biting words in front of the
stranger. She could feel the man's eyes boring into her, scanning her naked body
which she is displaying here in the men's toilet, judging her, thinking of her
as a porn star being fucked by various men.
"Wow... that's cool," the burly man grinned, nodding at Grace who refused to
look at him. "She's hot," he stated unabashedly, to Nakamori and Joe, as he
started relieving himself. "But her tits are a bit small," he added.
Grace felt her ears turning hot. She was being discussed as if she was not
there. She continued staring at the floor as she heard the steady trickling of
the man's urine.
Nakamori took another puff of his cigarette, and replied, "Well, though she's
got small tits, you should see her go when she's having sex. She may look shy
and coy, but don't let that fool you. She's tried four cocks recently, and you
should have seen how she much she loved it. Especially when she's cumming,
hard."
Anguish and humiliation were written all over Grace's face as she recalled the
meaning of the four beads on the anklet she was wearing - each one signifying
one man who had used her. And how she had forced orgasms that morning in front
of Nakamori and Joe.
"Cool man!" said the man, who was peering at Grace now with much interest as he
continued urinating.
Finally the trickling sound stopped. The man zipped himself up and the flush
activated. The man walked to the washbasin and washed his hands. "She looks
kinda shy to be a porn star," the man said.
"Like I said, she's new," said Nakamori.
"What's her full name again?" said the man, eyeing at the girl who remained
fairly still in her squatting position.
Grace looked up at Nakamori with a pleading look, shaking her head.
"Well, just Grace for now. We haven't decided what name to market her under, you
know."
"Can I take another look at her?"
Nakamori looked like he was a little caught by surprise. But he replied, "Yes,
of course. We are trying to promote her after all."
Turning toward the distraught Grace, he said, "Grace, could you stand up for
this gentleman please?".
"He could be buying your video and calendar in the future you know. And you
would want him to remember your name right?" Nakamori said with an edge in his
voice - Grace knew that if she did not follow his instructions, Nakamori would
probably tell him her full name !
Bearing the terrible humiliation - and this was to a level she has never felt
before in her entire life - Grace stood up slowly, exhibiting her body to this
man she had never met before. To her utmost shame, she knew that her nipples
were hard and pointed, from the cool air in the toilet.
She heard an intake of air from her burly admirer, who was standing at least two
heads taller than she was. His eyes moved up and down her petite, slim body
lustily, pausing to stare at the fine triangle of soft downy pubic hair.
"Turn around Grace," instructed Nakamori. As Grace started to do so, Joe quietly
held up his camera, as he saw the opportunity coming.
With much hesitation, and her arms close to her body, trying in vain to cover up
her exposed parts, Grace turned slowly around. "Sweeet ! " the big man
exclaimed.
FLASH! Joe snapped a photograph of Grace's nude body from behind, capturing her
naked ass, as she displayed it for the stranger to see. Grace felt even more
pained than she already was, knowing this degrading moment had been captured on
film.
"Alright, we have a busy schedule ahead, so if you don't mind," said Nakamori to
the burly man.
"Oh, sure.. thanks ! " the man said. On the way out of the toilet, he looked
back twice at Grace.
As the door swung shut, Grace felt tears welling up in her eyes.
"Alright, we're done with the shoot today." Joe announced, after he snapped a
few last shots. Nakamori walked over to Grace and patted her on the head. "You
did well pet. Why don't you get changed now."
Joe handed Grace a casual, tight-fitting baby-tee, and short skirt which Grace
gratefully put on. She did not even think about underwear.
**
Author's note: For pictures illustrating what Grace had to wear in the mall,
please email darkavenger at tokyo.com
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Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 14
Grace's Hard Lessons
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By Dark Avenger (Send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)
Chapter Fourteen (mF, humiliation,exhib)
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It was the next morning. With some trepidation, Grace got out of her bed upon
hearing the chime of the doorbell.
The previous night, when she returned back to her hotel room, she had realized
that all her clothes had been removed from her wardrobe, including her sleeping
clothes. In their place was a single nightgown. There was a piece of paper and
an instruction on the paper that her office clothes for the next day would only
be delivered in the morning, and that she had to go to bed dressed only in the
nightgown, and to answer the door the next morning only in the nightgown. Grace
wondered what devilish scheme Royston had hatched now, as usually her clothes
that she was to wear for a given day would have been delivered to her room the
night before. Examining the sleeping gown, she could guess. The gown went to a
few inches above her knees, which was fine. But it was white and the material
was light and thin, to the extent that it was translucent. When she tried it on
and looked at herself in the mirror, her skin was visible under the diaphanous
material, and the darker color of her nipples were very clearly visible.
It was this very nightgown this morning which she had on her, as she went to
open the door of her hotel room. Looking through the peep-hole, she saw the
bellboy standing outside the corridor, the same one who had been delivering her
clothes every day. Taking in a deep breath to brace herself, she unlocked the
door and opened it.
"Good morning, Miss - " the bellboy stopped short in mid-sentence, his eyes
mesmerized by the sight of the attractive young lady in the see-through sleeping
gown.
Grace quickly invited him into the room to avoid anyone else seeing her in the
gown. The bellboy brought in a suiter and paper bag, hanging the suiter on the
door to her wardrobe, and handing over the paper bag to Grace.
"There's this envelope too, Miss" said the bellboy. Grace noticed for the first
time that his name tag said Steve. Grace's face felt a little hot as she also
noticed that he bellboy, who was in his late teens, was staring at her chest.
Indeed, Steve could not stop himself from staring at the pointy nipples poking
out through the front of her white nightgown.
Grace read the note in the envelope. The instructions told her that there were
three sets of g-strings in the paper bag, and she was to try out all three in
front of the bellboy and let him choose which one she would wear to the office
today. Again, there was a warning that failure to comply would result in
"consequences".
Grace looked up at Steve. He only smiled. Grace had hoped that he was going to
leave after handing over the stuff to her, but her hopes were dashed when he
remained standing there. He was expecting something - and it wasn't just a tip.
Taking the paper bag into the bathroom, Grace locked the door, and emptied the
contents. There was a purple g-string, a pink g-string and a blue g-string. She
decided to go first with the blue g-string. As she pulled it up to her hips,
Grace realized that the bra was not in the paper bag. Opening the door slightly,
she peered out, and saw Steve waiting expectantly outside. "Umm... Steve, where
is the bra that goes with the panties?"
"Oh. Everything is in the bag and suiter. There is nothing else. Do you want me
to look in the suiter?"
"Um... sure.." replied Grace, keeping the door slightly ajar.
"Sorry, there's no bra in here either."
"Alright, nevermind" replied Grace, as she closed the door and locked it. "Damn
it..." muttered Grace. It was one of those days she was not given a bra to wear.
The last occasion was on the day she had to take the public bus to the
photography studio with Royston, and then go to the shopping mall. She didn't
have to go to the office that day though - it felt a lot weirder when she was
bra-less in the office where she knew everybody and everybody knew her, quite
unlike in a public place where nobody knew who she was.
Still she wasn't going to model the g-string in front of the bellboy wearing
nothing else under her translucent nightgown. Picking up the bra that she wore
yesterday, she put that on. Rather than having to lift up her nightgown to let
Steve see her g-string, she chose to take off the gown completely.
Finally, Grace opened the bathroom door, and stepped out. Steve was sitting down
on the side of her bed - uninvited !
His grin was from ear-to-ear as he watched Grace walking barefeet across the
room to a spot about six or seven feet away from him. Steve thought, "Awesome!
This is SO much better than the last time!!" Indeed, the previous week, Grace
had to model her office clothes for him to choose the top and the bottom pieces
that she was to wear to work. This time round, she was clad only in bra and
panties!
Grace stood in front of him, looking at him directly with a hint of annoyance in
her eyes, but Steve was too busy staring to care. His eyes took in her supple
skin on her lean frame, traveling up her flat stomach and sexy navel stud, to
her perky bra-encased tits, prominent collar bones, and then down again to the
g-string she was wearing and the bare legs. Very quickly, his grin had turned
into the slightly open mouth of a dumbstruck school-boy, as it dawned upon him
this sexy female body was standing so closely to him, clad in only her undies!
"Well?" said Grace, with a slight impatient edge to her voice. While the feeling
of humiliation was still there, since she had no choice but to pose for this guy
who was years younger than her; for some reason, she did not feel the same
feeling of vulnerability, and fear of exposure, as before. Perhaps her
experience at the shopping mall had been worse that she was now numb to this.
Back there, Nakamori had her pose first in a most degrading leather harness,
model a revealing evening dress in a very public location with so many
bystanders, show her breasts to a bunch of pesky boys, and finally pose nude in
the men's toilet. This is relatively safe now for her in her hotel room, with
only one person that would see her in this state of undress.
"Can I show you the next one now?" Grace said. Steve swallowed, as his mind
started to process the interruption to his overwhelmed sense of sight. His eyes
darted up from the front of her g-string to meet her eyes. Finding his tongue,
he said, "Very nice.... ". Grinning again, he said, "Could you turn around so I
could see the back?"
Grace slowly turned around, enduring the humiliation of having to do this in
front of the bellboy, knowing he was enjoying seeing her in the g-string.
As Grace turned around to show Steve her ass, Steve's eyes nearly popped out
from his head. He felt his cock growing uncomfortably hard in his pants. Grace's
ass was almost completely bare for him to see! There was only a very narrow
strip of cloth, not more than half an inch across, that covered the crack of her
ass - and he was sure from behind he could already see the fuzz of her pubic
hair peeking in her crotch with only that tiny strip covering her pussy.
"Shit..." he muttered, not believing the amazing view he was getting.
Grace turned around to face him again. "Alright, I'm going to change to the next
one," she said, and walked back to the bathroom, and shut the door. She could
feel herself getting flustered. Her neck was feeling hot with embarrassment and
anger from having this guy stare at her while she paraded around like a cheap
slut. Grace told herself, just get it over and done with.
She took off the blue g-string and picked up the pink g-string. Just as she was
about to put it on, Grace noticed that the crotch area of the panel, right over
where her pussy would be, had a tiny spot which was slightly darker in color
than the rest of the material. What is it? She touched it with her finger, but
couldn't decide why it was like that. It couldn't be a defect in the garment
could it?
A minute later, Grace came out again, wearing the pink g-string. Returning to
the spot in front of Steve, she turned her body a few times, holding it there
for a few seconds each time. She noticed that Steve's eyebrows was really raised
high now, as she pirouetted for him, showing him the front and back of the
g-string. Unlike the previous one which had a very narrow strip as the back
panel, this one literally had a string starting from roughly the halfway mark
between where her pussy and anus was. This string separated Grace's ass cheeks
and left nothing else to the imagination.
Grace turned back to face Steve, and asked him, "Well?". Then she saw. To her
horror, Steve had a huge tent in his pants as he sat there on her bed. He was
sporting a full hard-on.
"Very very good...." said Steve, as he mustered a few feeble claps, not noticing
the expression on Grace's face, as he was still staring at how well the
underwear hugged her pelvic area, showing yet hiding every curve and crevice.
"Can I show you the last one now?" said Grace.
"No wait.. not so fast..." said Steve.
Grace paused in her tracks. She wasn't expecting him to take control. Wait a
minute. He's not taking control. He's just objecting, she told herself.
Steve grinned, seemingly still oblivious to the huge tent in his pants and the
embarrassment he was causing to Grace who tried to avoid looking at it.
"Stand there and face me," he said. Grace crossed her arms defensively, facing
him directly but with her weight on one leg, trying to come across that standing
in front of a guy she hardly new in only underwear was an everyday thing for
her.
"I think you need to wear it higher." Steve said.
"What?"
"I said I think you need to wear it higher." Steve repeated.
"No, it's right." Grace said.
"No, wear it higher." Steve stressed.
Grace pulled the top of her g-string slightly higher up her hips. She could see
the look of lust on Steve's face now.
Steve on the other hand was staring intently at her crotch as Grace pulled her
g-string higher. Perfect! He could see the camel-toe now - the shape of her
pussy lips !
"Oh my god," said Grace, as she saw Steve adjust the bulge in his pants with his
hand. She suddenly realized what the spot on her g-string was. The spot which
was right over where her pussy is at the moment. It was his pre-cum!
Before Steve brought the g-strings to her room, he had been examining them in
his own privacy. Knowing that she was going to be trying on the different
g-strings, he had masturbated and rubbed his cock with the panties. Poking the
tip of his hard cock into the crotch area of the three pairs of the underwear
where he thought Grace's pussy would be in half an hour, he had gotten his
pre-cum there. The spot was darker pink because the material was slightly damp
from the pre-cum that came from touching the tip of his erect cock.
"You pervert!" Grace strode off into the bathroom.
Grace picked up the blue g-string that she had just worn a few moments ago. It
had the same spot, but she didn't see it the first time as blue was a darker
color. She picked up the third and last g-string, the purple one. Yes, this also
had a tiny damp spot. Grace was annoyed that she had worn two pairs of panties
in the last five minutes with some guy's pre-cum smeared right over where her
pussy was. Taking a towel from the rack, Grace wet it with tap water, and
proceeded to wipe off the crotch area of the purple g-string. Suddenly
remembering that one could get pregnant from pre-cum, she also used some wet
tissue paper to gently wipe her pussy lips.
Picking up the purple g-string, she realized that there was now a large damp
spot because she wiped it. She put on the g-string, unlocked the door and
stepped out for her final catwalk.
Like the second g-string, the purple g-string was basically a string behind, but
this came with a little heart shape trinket that linked to the waist string. The
pink g-string though, looked tinier in the area it covered, than the purple from
the front. After making Grace turn her body a few rounds in front of him, Steve
looked like he was still undecided about which of the three he would pick for
Grace to wear.
"Please decide quickly, I don't want to be late for work, or I'll get into
trouble," pleaded Grace.
"Well change back to the pink one. And if you don't want to be late, you can
save some time by changing in front of me," said Steve.
"What?" said Grace incredulously. Then she saw the note lying on the bed next to
Steve. Shit, he read the note!
The note did say that Grace was to change in front of the bellboy. Grace's heart
sank, as she realized she was once again made to perform an act of immodesty.
Steve felt his mouth water as Grace's fingers slowly hooked under the waist
string of her panties, and pulled it gently down. It was like a slow-motion
picture as the tiny garment revealed the top of her pubic hair, and then all of
the magnificence of her pubic area was unveiled to him with the purple g-string
strung around her upper thighs like the petals of a flower inviting the admirer
to come closer up to the center. Then her fingers hooked it down to the knees,
as she bent forward to do this. The rolled-up panties hung forlornly at
half-mast for an instant, before she lifted one ankle off the ground, and using
the same fingers to hold on to the panties, one leg slid up through the
underwear to free her ankle, with her knee bending inward to protect her
modesty. Then she repeated with the other leg, and the g-string was off totally.
Grace did not stop to look at Steve, who was very much enjoying the view of her
naked bottom half. She quickly picked up the pink g-string and put it on. Grace
pulled the undies up quickly to her hip so that she could minimize the amount of
time her pussy was exposed to Steve's eyes. Then she suddenly remembered that
she had not wiped the crotch of the g-string after realizing that Steve had
masturbated in it and rubbed his pre-cum into the crotch area. Too late!
Grace stood there, her face flushed.
"Marvellous! Let's go for the pink one!" he said.
"Thank you Sir, " Grace said absent-mindedly, walking toward the suiter to fetch
the office clothes she would wear. She realized that she had called him Sir! He
was supposed to address her as Miss or Ma'am as she was a hotel guest!
"You're welcome Grace," said Steve. Obviously reluctant to leave, he excused
himself, as he had spent too much time delivering the stuff to her room already.
Grace was elated to see him leave of course, so that she could wash-up and
prepare to go to work.
Half an hour later, Grace was standing in front of the mirror in her room, in a
black v-cut jacket, and short black skirt, her make-up applied. If Grace tried
to bend forward as much as forty-five degrees, a person sitting on her bed could
see her pink g-string - that was how short the skirt was. And there was no bra.
AND no top! Just a jacket. Grace could hardly believe it. It was like she was
one of the models on the Fashion TV channel - one of the models on the catwalk
who would wear a daring low-cut jacket - and nothing else underneath. How could
Royston make her go to the office wearing this?
Knowing it was useless to sigh, Grace left her room to go to work.
Unknown to her, only two minutes after Grace left, Steve came back into her
room, and entered her bathroom. Picking up the panties and bra that Grace was
wearing the day before, he inhaled deeply. Steve dropped his pants, and his
already hard cock grew fully erect as he recalled the fresh images of Grace
posing in the various g-strings in front of him. Stroking his hard cock, he then
picked up the blue g-string and purple g-string. These lucky undies were just
next to her pussy recently! Sniffing it madly, he picked up the pace of his hand
working his schlong. "You smell nice, Grace.... Your pussy smells sooo nice...
Ohhh Gawd...." The bellboy quickly grabbed the bottle of bathing lotion on the
bath-tub and opened it. The mental image of Grace's little ass in that pink
g-string and her little dance as she peeled off her panties to show him his
pussy pushed him off the edge.
"AHHHHHH...FFUUCK!!!" he cried as he ejaculated, aiming into the bottle.
"Fuck...." Steve swore as his sperm came out in truckloads, courtesy of Grace.
Moments later, he capped it back, wiped off the remnants with the g-strings, and
placed the bathing lotion back on the bath-tub. Steve would get excited much of
the day thinking about how Grace would be rubbing his cum all over her body when
she returned that night and showered, thinking the milky-white viscous liquid
was just the bathing lotion.
**
Grace and Royston were in a posh office tower about twenty minutes away from
their office. She and Royston, who was smartly dressed in a business suit, were
waiting for the elevator to bring them to a client's office for their eleven
o'clock appointment.
Grace was dressed in a deep v-cut jacket. Her eyeshadow was dark, and her
eyeliner and mascara heavily applied, giving her the smouldering eyes look. She
felt like she was one of those Valentino models in the female glamor magazines -
those wearing office clothes that ordinary people would never ever wear to work.
Under the v-cut jacket, she was not wearing a top, and not wearing a bra.
Ordinary people never look like this going to work, only those models in those
ads. Yet she was dressed like this because she had to - these were the clothes
that were delivered to her hotel room that morning by the bellboy.
"Now, you've met Mr Sorag last year before," said Royston to Grace.
Grace nodded in reply, "Yes I have." In one arm, Grace carried a document
folder, while Royston carried his briefcase.
"Good. I think he likes you, since he asked about you. That's why I am bringing
you for this deal. Here, why don't you carry this too."
Royston handed her his briefcase, in addition to the folder she was already
carrying. Grace had both her hands full as the duo stepped into the elevator
which had just arrived. It seems clear to her that Royston did not bring her to
this meeting to talk, but just to look pretty.
As she watched the floor indicator going up, Grace felt Royston's hand under her
jacket. Instinctively she wanted to pull-back, but stopped herself, knowing the
consequences if she disobeyed Royston's instruction that her tits were to be
available at all times when she was with him and nobody was watching.
Grace felt her nipples stiffen between Royston's thumb and forefinger. A shiver
of unbidden pleasure traveled down her spine like an electric jolt as her
realization at her own helplessness struck her. There she was standing in the
elevator, allowing her colleague to roll her nipples with his fingers, as if it
was as normal as them just having a conversation in the elevator.
"Oh wait, even better.." Royston rummaged in Grace's purse, and found her
lipstick. Shifting himself to stand behind her, he lifted the back of her jacket
up.
"What are you doing??" Grace protested in a panic.
"Don't move," replied Royston.
Through the reflection of the mirror in the elevator, Grace could see Royston
using the lipstick to write on her back.
First it was the letter S.
Royston started to talk to her, as he went on to the next letter. "This time
round when you meet Mr Sorag, I want you to flirt with him."
The lipstick continued writing... it was a L next.
Royston said, "Smile at him every time he looks at you. Wink, touch your hair,
bat your lashes, whatever."
Then a U.
"If I don't feel you doing your best to flirt with him, I will be switching on
that vibrator in your pussy," Royston commented.
Then a T.
SLUT. In big letters on her bare back. Royston then let the jacket drop back
down. Just in time.
"Twenty-second floor", the disembodied female voice that was the elevator
announced the arrival of the floor they were going to. The doors opened,
directly into a brightly lit reception area.
As Grace walked into the client's office, carrying Royston's briefcase, the
document folder, not to mention her purse, she felt that she had really become
Royston's personal assistant. No, it was worse, she told herself. She was much
lower than a personal assistant.
The client they were meeting, Mr Sorag was already waiting at the reception for
them. Mr Sorag exchanged greetings with Royston, then turned his attention to
his young, pretty companion.
"Grace! Very nice to see you again!" the portly Thai businessman said.
"Yes, my pleasure to see you again Mr Sorag," said Grace effusively.
"I like your new look!" proclaimed Mr Sorag. As she shook hands with him, she
gave him a big warm smile, remembering Royston's threat. Simultaneously, she
felt a sense of disgust with herself, that she had the words SLUT spelt in big
caps on her back.
Walking from the reception to the meeting room, Grace and Royston walked past
several people. They both smiled at everyone of course. Even if it were hidden
from view below her clothes, she felt as if everyone could see the accusing
title emblazoned on her back, spelling out her new status in life.
Sitting down in the meeting room, Grace felt no better.
Grace crossed her legs under the glass table, noticing how Mr Sorag at once
glanced at her legs for a split second before turning his attention to the
proposal that Royston had placed in front of him. Each time Mr Sorag client
looked at her, she imagined that he could see the underwear she was wearing or
not wearing. Perhaps it had to do with the events of the morning when she found
herself, to her shame, having to pose in her underwear for the bellboy.
For the rest of the meeting, Royston would turn on the vibrator when he felt she
was not trying hard enough to flirt with Mr Sorag, like he told her too. The
first time Royston turned it on, she quickly crossed her legs, afraid that Mr
Sorag would hear the buzzing noise that she could hear. Upon crossing her legs,
she realized that the sensation was even more intense. Luckily it was only for a
few seconds, for when she caught Mr Sorag's attention, she had quickly flashed
him a cryptic smile, and immediately Royston had turned it off. The second time
the vibrator turned on, Grace leaned forward, breathing in deeply, and Mr Sorag
immediately looked at her. Again the vibrator stopped as she realized that by
leaning forward, her jacket was falling forward slightly, showing a little
cleavage. The third time the vibrator went on, Grace's legs were crossed.
Grace was thinking - what the hell does Royston want? When her legs were
uncrossed, he turned the vibrator on! Now does he want her to uncross them? Oh
god, the vibrations just feel so much more intense with her legs crossed - Grace
uncrossed her legs slowly, looking straight at Mr Sorag, feeling a little
contradicted as to whether she was hoping to catch his attention or not. It did.
As his eyes moved to look into hers, she tried to add on to what Royston just
said in his sales pitch. "We can offer you much more than other companies can,
Mr Sorag," Grace said, trying not to squirm in her seat from the maddening
sensation emanating from her crotch.
Grace could feel her body starting to betray her. Her pussy was like a velvet
glove snuggly fitted around the smooth vibrating object, which was buzzing like
mad. As an instinctive response to the rapid vibrations, the heady feeling of
sexual arousal was swelling in her pubic region as blood flowed to her young
reproductive organs. Her breathing became shallow and fast. Tiny tremors were
starting to emerge from the depths of her vagina walls in some kind of echo
response to the object vibrating away gleefully in her drenched cunt. She felt
her face flush slightly, as she prayed that this little show of her bare legs
had met with Royston's approval and that he would turn off the vibrator.
Mr Sorag appeared to be considering what Grace had just said. Then he flashed a
smile in return, and said, "Yes, I hope so."
Grace smiled back, and inside she had felt a perplexing mix of two emotions.
First she heaved a silent sigh of relief as the vibrator in her pussy died down.
At the same time, she felt a sense of self-loathing, remembering the word SLUT
written in lipstick on her back as she flirted with Mr Sorag.
Royston smiled too, and added, "If there are any details which you would like us
to explain to you again Mr Sorag, I'm sure Grace would be more than happy to do
that over drinks with you. Won't you Grace?"
Grace replied with her sweetest smile, "It would be my pleasure to, Mr Sorag..."
"Excellent! We'll be in touch," said the Thai businessman, concluding the
meeting.
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Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 15
Grace's Hard Lessons
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By Dark Avenger (send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)
Chapter Fifteen (MF, humiliation, toy, toilet training)
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It was two weeks later, in the office.
"Thanks Grace," said George.
Grace was carrying a stack of five binders in her arms, as she walked beside
George. What made this more eye-catching was her spectacularly short and tight
skirt, extremely tall heels, and the fact that George had only recently joined
the company at the most junior level in the accounting department, and Grace,
being more senior in the organization than George, was carrying HIS files.
It was a busy period for the accounting department this month, and somehow
Royston have had a casual conversation with one of the accounting managers in
the elevator and learnt that they were really short-handed because one of their
part-time staff had taken maternity leave. And so, Royston had volunteered Grace
to go help out in the accounting department every morning. And because she knew
nothing about accounting, she could only help in the most mundane of tasks, such
as moving files, retrieving documents from the office library, and photocopying-
menial office chores. Specifically, Royston had suggested to the accounting
manager to have Grace support George. Royston knew that this change of status
would humiliate Grace further - she would be treated like an office assistant,
and office assistants were typically paid lower than the secretaries, if this
was a reflection of the pecking order in the company.
As they walked past a couple of female co-workers, Grace could not help but
notice that there was some giggling and sniggers. Grace hid her face behind the
files she was carrying, and could only ignore them and swallow her pride. The
office gossip was that Grace was trying to seduce the younger George by carrying
his files and helping him with all these administrative chores. In the meantime,
George seemed oblivious to the attention that they were getting whenever the two
of them were seen together - he was too preoccupied paying attention to his
attractive colleague.
George watched Grace arrange the files on the large table near his cubicle, and
shelving them in the overhead cabinet. Each time she stretched up to reach the
overhead cabinet, and each time she bent down to retrieve blank paper from the
low cabinet to refill the photocopier, George would unconsciously find himself
glancing at her. She was wearing ultra-sheer black pantyhose today - and George
found himself wondering if it was pantyhose or stockings. If she leaned a bit
further, he was sure he would have spotted the top of her stockings.
His lusty thoughts aside, he did offer his help to her a couple of times when he
saw her struggling with a heavy box of files or trying to load the photocopier.
But each time Grace had refused his help. She told George that Royston forbade
it, and that "it's a lesson" to her. George had the feeling that somehow, Grace
was concerned that Royston would be mad if he found out that Grace had let
George help her with her work.
George didn't quite understand it, but he remembered that there was something
strange about the relationship between Grace and Royston. Ever since the day
George witnessed Grace sucking Royston's cock, and then had the fortune of
cumming into her small hand, wrapped around his spasming cock, George has been
beating off every day and night recalling those sexy images.
Sometimes he would get so excited just watching Grace walking around the office
in her ultra short skirts and revealing blouses. He would imagine himself going
to her cubicle, taking out his cock and making it hard while standing behind
her. Then he would move in front of her, in front of her face, and see the shock
on her face, as she saw what he wanted her to do, at seeing his erect cock. He
would hold the back of her head, and she would know she has to give him what he
wanted. He would move in, and he can see she's almost frightened, and struggling
a little. He would brush her lips with his fully erect cock, push it all the
way in, past her lips, all the way in. He would fuck her mouth, and shoot off;
shoot his dirty cum down the back of her throat, making Grace lick his cock
clean. After living that fantasy in his head, he just had to go to the restroom
and shut himself in the cubicle. With a few quick strokes, he would end up with
streams of jism on the bathroom walls.
Now with an incredible stroke of luck, Grace has been assigned to his
department, George thought. So he could watch his princess in the flesh, the
whole day. It was difficult for him to concentrate on his work with her walking
around him, being busy. Just then, George realized that Grace had caught him
glancing at her.
"Those are very nice...um..." George started to say. Grace had looked up, and
caught George staring at her panty-hose clad legs. "..um.. shoes," George
finished his sentence, a little embarrassed, feeling like a schoolboy who had
been caught staring at his pretty teacher's legs.
Indeed, those heels - they looked like they were five or six inches high, which
were incredibly tall given Grace's petite frame. Grace looked a little
surprised, but quickly said, "Thank you..." flashing a little smile, before
returning to her work. George thought she looked a little uncomfortable
discussing her heels, so he decided not to ask her how many inches they were.
As he peered at Grace bending forward in her short skirt to retrieve the files
from the cabinet, her breasts straining against the tight blouse she was
wearing, his cock grew hard. Damnit - get back to work, he chided himself.
Absent-mindedly, he noticed the anklet that she was wearing had a couple more
beads than when he last saw it...
**
It was after lunch hour, and Grace was walking along the corridor in the office.
Ming, the girl from Mr Ko's department who had a beautiful head of long,
straight hair, happened to be walking in the corridor in the opposite direction,
when Grace stumbled. Ming quickly went over to help the smaller girl.
"Are you alright Grace?" said Ming, holding Grace's arm to steady her. Ming
noticed that Grace's jacket was buttoned up almost fully, up to the one just
below her collar.
Grace looked up at Ming. "Yes - yes.. I'm... fine... thanks.." she replied,
finding it hard to speak.
Unbeknownst to Ming, Grace had a vibrator in her pussy as she spoke. It was
secured tightly against her vulva and clitoris by her panties. It was a new
model that Royston got from Nakamori just to try out on Grace. Where most
wearable vibrators focus on the clitoris, this model boasted a powerful vaginal
stimulator with a realistically contoured shaft made of a rigid jelly material.
This shaft was penetrating Grace all the time she wore her panties, whether she
was sitting, or standing or walking. There were also a few versions of this
special vibrator. One version had a shorter, two-inch shaft made of softer
jelly, to enable the wearer to be able to walk or sit normally without feeling a
thing, if the vibrator was not on. Royston had selected for Grace the other
version - with the three-and-the-half-inch contoured shaft made of harder jelly,
so that she could always definitely feel it filling her.
To top it off, the vibrator had an additional nub for simultaneous clitoral
pressure. The tight pantyhose she was wearing further restrained the nub from
moving away from the spot where Royston had positioned it - right against the
tiny swell of her vulnerable clitoris. A wire from the vibrator led to a small
silver plastic box unit clipped to the waistband of her panties. This unit was
actually the wireless receiver to the remote controller which Royston kept. It
magnified the range which he could control the vibrator remotely. From halfway
around the other side of the office, he could turn on and off the vibrator which
he had strapped against Grace's private parts, even if she was not in the line
of sight. Besides turning it on and off, he could even vary the speed and
intensity of the vibration by six different levels.
Grace had stumbled because moments before, Royston had just activated the
remote-controlled vibrator, as she was walking. Grace attempted to cover up her
shameful secret, by telling Ming that she was just careless with her new shoes.
All this time as she conversed with the pretty Ming, Grace could feel the strong
impulses of the sex toy purring relentlessly in her crotch. Ming said, "Ok, walk
slowly then, you don't want to sprain your ankle," she said sweetly, "It is the
highest heels I have seen you wear Grace... and probably the highest in the
office." Ming smiled at her before she walked away, just as Grace felt the
impulses reach a new level of ferocity that she could not walk. Holding onto the
wall for support, Grace stood there for a full minute before the vibrations
slowed down again to a purr. Grace could feel her juices leaking out from her
crack now, crawling down her inner thighs.
Grace continued her way, slowly, as the vibrations wreaked havoc in her nether
regions. She must fight it! Grace told herself. She refused to be beaten by
Royston. Her nipples had grown hard and erect over the last minute, and their
tautness seem not to subside as she tried her best to ignore the feelings
washing over her, forcing herself to walk back to her cubicle. The material of
the jacket rubbed against her naked nipples and exposed skin of her breasts as
she walked.
Just ten minutes ago, she had been in Royston's office to report on what she had
done for George that morning. Royston had made her take off her blouse and her
bra - he had used her lipstick to write on the front of her white blouse -
"Sluts don't wear bras. They love walking in the office with vibrators in their
cunts."
Grace had no choice but to leave her bra and blouse in Royston's office. Just
before she left his office, she buttoned up her jacket - the only garment
covering her upper body.
Curiously, as she thought about the fact that she was naked under the jacket,
and that it was the only thing shielding her modesty from the eyes of horny men
in the office, she felt an uncontrollable shiver traveling up from the epicenter
of the mess of slushiness between her legs, to the curve of her bosom. In that
instant, her nipples grew so hard they became painful.
**
It was 7 p.m. Most people had left the office. Grace was in the executive
washroom on the top floor of the office. The washroom was only available for the
use of management executives like Mr Shih, Mr Ko and the other department heads.
And somehow Royston had the key. During the hours of nine in the morning to five
in the evening, whenever Grace had to use the restroom, she would be using the
ladies as she normally did. But after office hours, Grace had to always ask
Royston for permission to release her bladder, and she was to only use the
executive washroom. There was only one men's executive washroom and one lady's
executive washroom in the whole office obviously, and Royston only gave Grace
the key to the men's washroom. So Grace had to go to the men's executive
washroom, go to a cubicle, close the door, sit down on the toilet seat, pull
down her panties, and call Royston on her cellular phone.
She would then have to say, "Sir, this is Grace. I am in the men's executive
washroom. Can I please have your permission to take out the vibrator and pee?"
If Royston was happy, he would give her permission to pull out the sex toy from
her wet cunt and urinate, and she would then relieve herself. All this time, she
would be required to keep Royston on the phone, so that he could hear her go.
After she was done, she would then have to thank him, before she hung up, and
replaced the vibrator before pulling her panties back up. If Royston was not
happy or was busy, she would have to sit there with her panties around her
knees, and a full bladder, and he would tell her to stay on the line, or call
back in five minutes or ten minutes later to ask for permission again. During
the ten minutes in the cubicle, her heart would be beating very fast each time
she heard someone come into the washroom - she wondered if it might be Mr Shih,
or Mr Ko, and could not imagine what they would do or think if they realized she
was in the men's washroom.
Grace was sitting on the toilet, having already lowered her pantyhose and
panties to her knees. She called Royston on her cellular phone.
"Sir, this is Grace. I am in the men's executive washroom. Can I please have
your permission to take out the vibrator and pee?"
"Hmm...," said Royston, "let me see..." he said. Grace waited patiently.
Thankfully today, George did not ask her out for coffee like the day before, so
she had lesser need to go.
Grace heard the rustling of paper over the phone. His voice seemed further away,
and he came nearer again, as if he was busy at his desk. "Before I answer that,
let me ask you a question Grace," Royston said.
"Yes Sir?" Grace replied.
"You remember Mr Sorag, don't you?" Royston said.
"Yes Sir." Grace's mind whirled for an instant, as she tried to figure out what
Royston was up to.
"Well, he wants to ask us out for drinks tonight, and he asked me what I thought
of that."
Grace did not know what to say, and waited to hear what Royston had to say next.
"Since you haven't yet earned the right to have the vibrator removed from your
cunt today, I am thinking of sending you to drinks with him by yourself. "
Grace felt horrified as the prospect of having drinks with Mr Sorag by herself,
with the vibrator turning on automatically on timer every ten minutes. The first
time in the hour it turns on, it would be on for half a minute and then it would
turn off. The second time it would be for one minute. And so on, until the last
time the vibrator would be on for a full three minutes. The last time she had
this experience was in the group meeting with Mr Sorag, and it was excruciating
not to cry out when the vibrator started and not to betray any emotions on her
face as the sex toy attacked her helpless cunt. This time it would be worse if
it was just the two of them, with him just concentrating on her !
Royston added, "In fact, I am even thinking of suggesting to him to compliment
you on your earrings and touching your earlobe." Grace visualized Royston saying
this with the annoying grin on his face. But she knew Royston was serious. If Mr
Sorag did touch her earlobe, this would mean that she would have to give him a
blowjob, and failure to do so would result in dire consequences to her.
"Please Sir, please... please don't make me give a blowjob to Mr Sorag," Grace
pleaded over the phone.
"Well it's up to you really, Grace. You do have a choice. If you do what you
have to do as a good girl does, then you won't have that vibrator in you when
you go meet Mr Sorag. And I won't mention the earrings to him."
Grace shut her eyes tightly, as she held the phone against her ear.
She knew what Royston wanted. She had to ask for permission to cum before she
was allowed to remove the vibrator. She hated this part very much, perhaps even
more so then being blackmailed by Royston to do the nasty things she had to do
over the last month, like giving the office janitor a blowjob, and walking
around in the shopping mall in those slutty clothes. She hated most the
humiliation of having to ask him for permission to orgasm, and actually
orgasming with the full knowledge that he knew exactly when she came, and he
controlled whether she would be allowed that guilty pleasure or not. What made
that guilty pleasure worst of course, was that it was a pleasure in the first
place - while her rational mind wanted her to stop, to resist and to run away
from this situation happening to her, her body had overruled her in that she was
forced to enjoy this involuntary climax whether she wanted it or not.
"Take your time to think about it Grace...but till I hear your answer, you won't
have permission to relieve yourself. So call me back when you made your choice."
The phone went dead.
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