Grace's Hard Lessons II

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006. Email story comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com.

CHAPTER 11 (MF, humiliation, bondage)

** 6 days ago (continued)

Back in the studio, Grace soon found out. When she arrived, Joe’s receptionist and assistant Natasha had given Grace an evening gown to wear. Black, with sheer gloves patterned with lattice, and a lovely pearl necklace.

Joe had taken a few pictures of her with her hoop earrings and her in that elegant evening gown. But these were merely teaser shots.

Grace’s eyes stared at the cart which Natasha had pushed out. There was a length of rope, metal wrist-cuffs, strips of leather, leather cuffs with chains, a rubber cock, and a metal bar with cuffs attached. Grace was feeling really scared now.

Nakamori said, “The honeymoon is over Grace, now its time to really get into the real photography.”

“Wh-what am I required to do Sir?” she stammered in fear.

“We’re doing bondage photography, my dear. Not a big deal really, “ interjected Joe. “Lots of girls do it.”

“What does that mean?” she said, her voice breaking and her eyes pleading.

Natasha came over to her and put her arm around the smaller girl’s shoulders. “Nakamori-san is going to tie you up in various positions, sis. Don’t worry too much. It isn’t going to hurt.”

“Bring the vertical platform Nat,” said Nakamori as he tested the rope.

“Yes sir,” Natasha said. The pretty receptionist disappeared into one of the storerooms behind the studio.

A minute later, she wheeled out the “vertical platform” – it was a large wooden board that was standing upright. The surface of the platform was unremarkable aside from two large metal rings that were approximately slightly higher than waist height on the left and right side, and two metal latches near the bottom of the board, also one on the left side and the other on the right side.

Grace started to panic as she stared at the ominous looking platform.

“Alright, get her ready Nat,” said Nakamori.  Natasha had already been briefed beforehand about Grace’s first bondage photography session. For the first photo, Grace would be naked except for her earrings, necklace and the black lacey gloves. Grace would be standing in front of the platform, between the pair of rings and latches. The black studded leather cuffs would go around her ankles, and chained to the metal latches at the bottom of the platform. Two candles would be lit at placed in the small brackets just above the two large metal rings on either side of her. Grace’s wrists could be chained to the metal rings on either side, if Nakamori so wished.

Natasha reached for her zipper behind her dress, but Grace resisted.

“No… no.. please… I can’t.. Please help me Natasha…” said Grace pitifully. Her eyes rimmed with tears. She could not imagine photographs of herself being taken with all these chains and cuffs and being tied to the platform. It was too nasty to think of it.

“Sir, Grace isn’t ready to do it,” said Natasha, turning to Nakamori.

Nakamori looked at Grace. His face betrayed no emotion, and he continued puffing on his cigar. Then he nodded at Joe, who nodded back and disappeared into the back of her studio.

Grace had her heart in her mouth, as she imagined what terrible punishment they were planning for her for not being obedient. Were they going to whip her? Torture her? Burn her with candles?

A chill ran through her spine when she heard the clacking sounds on the lacquered wooden floor, and then Joe appeared, a leash in his hand. At the end of the leash was a huge brown dog – a Great Dane, in fact. The clacking sound was made by the animal’s claws as it trotted into the studio.

Nakamori withdrew the cigar from his mouth and blew out a smoke ring. Casually, he walked to Joe, and took over the leash.

“Grace… meet Brutus,” said Nakamori, patting the top of the dog’s head.

“Heel boy,” said Nakamori.

The big dog sat its hind on the floor obediently, licking its Master’s hand.

Grace stood there rooted to the ground, not knowing what to do, say, or think. Surely they weren’t going to let the dog bite her if she didn’t comply? She held onto Natasha, clearly afraid.

To her horror, Nakamori took out from his pocket a pair of white panties, which Grace immediately recognized as hers – the pair she wore to the outdoor shoot earlier. Nakamori held them to the dog’s nose, “Take a good smell of that boy,” he said, “That’s Grace right there,” looking at Grace. Grace’s face was quite pale. “She’s been a disobedient girl,” he added.

The canine sniffed her undergarments, and immediately stood up, straining against the leash which Nakamori kept a firm grip of. When he growled, Grace shrank back in fear.

“Grace, if you think having slave bondage photographs of you taken is bad, think again. There are worse things that can happen to sluts who misbehave. Brutus here hasn’t had a piece of ass for some time. So he is one horny son of a bitch, literally. And I tend to let him fuck disobedient sluts.”

“He can’t mean it! That’s inhuman!” Grace thought to herself. This was worse than her nightmares. Surely he can’t actually let a dog have sex with her?! Grace stared at the dog, whose huge mouth was open. Its large tongue lolled out on the side of its jaw, dripping saliva on the floor.

Grace remembered watching two dogs mating when she was a little girl. The casual brutality of the male dog and the total submission of the female had affected her deeply. It kept her awake for hours every night for weeks afterwards. She never completely got free of her fear of large dogs.

“Of course, if you follow instructions, this wouldn’t happen,” said Nakamori, restraining the leash as Brutus sniffed the air in Grace’s direction.

Grace’s mind whirled in disgust at the prospect of the threat being carried out, and a confusing blur of escalating humiliation that she was being sucked in deeper and deeper. So much had happened and in such a short space of time ever since she was discovered by Royston to have stolen money from the company. She had been turned from an intelligent, capable woman with a bright future, ambition and strong will, into a sex-slave that had no control over the clothes she would wear, and who might get fucked by a dog if she didn't do exactly what she was told.

Her mind entertained the idea now that having pictures of her taken, nude, chained and cuffed, wasn’t as bad as it seemed initially.

"Grace's a little shy boy, so go and introduce yourself to her," Nakamori said as he urged the dog forward, letting the leash go a little.

“NO.. please! Don’t let him come near me! I will do as you say,” Grace cried.

Grace was docile now as Natasha unzipped the back of her evening gown. Joe focused his camera, as Natasha helped Grace to undress.

First, her gown came off. Then her bustier bra, and then her panties, till she was standing naked. Joe felt amused and slightly aroused observing Grace’s discomfort.

Grace remembered her photography shoot in the men’s toilet in the shopping mall. While she was wearing red wrist wraps and high heels but otherwise stark naked, Nakamori and Joe had taken pictures of her without forcing her to pose in a particular way. She had tried to hide her breasts and her bush, but more importantly it was her bush that she had hidden from sight. Now she was standing stark naked, in front of Natasha, Nakamori and Joe.. and the dog Brutus.

“There. It isn’t so difficult is it?” said Nakamori. “Come on, boy,” he said, bringing the dog behind the studio, now that he was confident Grace would be cooperative for the rest of the day.

Natasha guided Grace towards the platform. She spoke in a soft voice so only the two of them could hear, “Don’t think too much, honey. You’ll get used to it. I still remember when I first started doing this, I was like you. But…,” she paused, and Grace thought her eyes wistful for a moment.

Natasha continued with a smile, “I started enjoying myself in all these shoots. Thinking about them now still gives me goose pimples. You should count yourself lucky you’ve being chosen to do these shoots.” Grace noticed that when Natasha said ‘goose pimples’, she had taken in a breath of air, and Grace thought a shiver of pleasure was running through her body.

The studded leather cuffs went around Grace’s ankles. As Grace leaned against the surface of the platform she noticed two small holes in the platform on either side of her waist that she did not notice earlier. She wondered what they were for – and the answer came soon enough.

Nakamori brought out a large, menacing looking bracket with spikes lining the upper edge of the bracket. Grace was feeling edgy, but she complied with everything she was told – remembering the threat of Brutus. “Raise your arms,” said Nakamori as he fixed the bracket around her waist, inserting the ends of the bracket into the small holes in the platform.

In the outdoor shoot Grace had taken earlier, the way her legs were leaning on the side, plus the panties, had afforded her some modesty on hiding her bush. This platform was made in such a way that the girl in the photo had no way of hiding her bush from the prying eyes of the viewer feasting on the photograph.

FLASH!

Joe wasted no time in taking pictures of her, helplessly chained to the platform. Her waist was contained by the bracket. Grace could not hide her pubes with her hands for the spikes on the bracket prevented her arms from reaching below her waist. Grace looked away from the camera in humiliation, and the bright flashes of light captured her nakedness for posterity – her arms folded around her breasts, but the full glory of the triangular turf of fine hair revealed.

Nakamori knew this picture would really be hot amongst his clients, who would surely then want to see Grace in more extreme bondage – with her body tied up in lewd positions, her legs trussed up in rope, her muff exposed. Some of them would really pay top dollar then for the day Grace would be lying down with her legs spread open, her hands spreading her pussy lips for a video feature.

**

For the next series of photographs, Natasha brought out two aluminium bars. Grace did not know that these ones were picked out because the length of each was about three-quarters her height. Each had a pair of metal rings a distance apart, although the distance was different for the two bars.

“Let me introduce you to your new training tools, Grace,” said Nakamori, “The Kneeling Bar,  and the Doggie Bar.”

Nakamori unhooked the short chains connecting Grace’s ankle cuffs to the Platform and pulled them a short way through the small ring on one end of the Kneeling Bar.

“Kneel down,” he instructed.

Grace did not make much of a fuss, and knelt down as she was told. She looked fearfully at Brutus in the other end of the room. Brutus was pre-occupied with licking his privates.

Nakamori stepped behind her, and leaned down, putting one end of the Bar in between her ankles. He then pulled each of the ankle chains through the metal ring of the bar until Grace’s soles of her feet were side by side with no gap in between.

“Now put your arms behind your lower back. Right hand grasping your left elbow and left hand grasping your right elbow.”

Again, Grace did as she was told. As Nakamori was behind her, she could not see exactly what he was doing but he was putting something around her wrists. It was a pair of wrist cuffs to lock her arms in position. Lifting the other end of the Bar up vertically such that it was parallel to her spine, Nakamori snapped her wrist cuffs to the other metal ring on the Bar.

Grace’s arms and ankles were securely bound to the Kneeling Bar behind her in this way, and she had to maintain the exact kneeling position Nakamori wanted. It was not a high enough kneeling position such that her thighs were perpendicular to the floor – that would have been too easy to stay kneeling for long periods. It was not low enough that her butt would be resting against her lower legs. Instead, it was somewhere in between – the tiring posture held in place by the rigid aluminium bar.

To complete this scene, Nakamori whipped out a black leather collar with some metal studs – it looked identical to the one that Brutus was wearing – and wore it around Grace’s neck. The latch at the back of the collar snapped in place to the last metal ring on the top end of the Bar.

The Kneeling Bar would make sure that the slave’s entire body is in the training posture, from her ankles, to the angle of her knees, to the position of her arms, to the position of the head – looking forward.

FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

Joe took ten pictures of Grace from different angles. He knew that these pictures would make it to a very exclusive gentleman’s publication that Nakamori owned – the exact circulation was unknown even to Joe, but it was for the connoisseur of BDSM that could afford to pay the high prices of seeing girls like Grace in them.

Grace did not know that of course. A large number of rich men in Tokyo, Seoul, Shanghai, Taiwan and Hong Kong – mostly in the business or fashion circles, some in high places in society or politics – all of them would be flipping through the next issue of this underground magazine admiring her naked body in bondage.

“Nat, can you touch up her make-up please?” said Nakamori, sitting down and lighting up a cigar.

“Yes Sir,” the receptionist replied.

Grace’s legs were aching from the position she was in, but mostly it was the distress of having her picture taken like this that had her eyes brimming with tears. Natasha used a tissue to dab away Grace’s tears. In a soft voice she said, “Don’t think too much dear…you will get used to it…it’s not so bad.”

Grace looked into Natasha’s eyes, hoping to find some consolation, hoping to find a connection to another human being that could help her. Natasha was looking at Grace’s face, but whether she was avoiding making direct eye contact with her, Grace did not know. She appeared to be concentrating on reapplying the powder on Grace’s face, and the mascara that had smudged.

“Done, Sir,” Natasha announced, getting up from her kneeling position in front of Grace.

“Good girl. Bring me the Doggie Bar,” said Nakamori, getting up from his chair.

Natasha brought Nakamori the second Bar. Grace’s ankle cuffs were released, and she was made to move her left knee away from her right knee. She felt the right ankle cuff being secured again, this time to the Doggie Bar. Nakamori made her spread her legs wider, and secured her left ankle to the opposite end of the Doggie Bar. Her thighs were spread so obscenely wide that she blushed.

Her wrist cuffs were released from the first bar. “Reach down between the front of your thighs, and grab the bar,” Nakamori instructed. She did as she was told. Her wrists cuffs were then secured to the Doggie Bar between her legs.

Finally, the back of her collar was unlatched from the Kneeling Bar. Without letting go of her collar, Nakamori told her “turn your head to the left, and lean forward”. He slowly lowered her upper body to the floor, such that her shoulders were supporting her weight, and her right cheek was literally pressing against the floor.

Grace realized that she was in an extremely ungainly and humiliating position with her ass up and head down. The bar forced her ankles and her thighs wide open, there was no way she could close her legs nor turn around to protect her modesty. Her body was out of balance so she couldn’t get up either from the floor. A slave locked in this position would be fucked doggie-style by her Master or any other persons he so wished, for she was helpless to move.

There was a girl who gave Nakamori trouble once, and he had her locked in this position with the Doggie Bar, naked in his study room, with the door unlocked, even as guests starting arriving in his house. The girl thought it the most humiliating experience of her life as strangers chanced upon her in that position when they toured the host’s house and found her in the study room, head down, bum high in the air, legs wide open, and already wet. But that wasn’t her punishment. To the girl’s utmost horror, Brutus would later find her in the study too, smelling of arousal. No matter how she shouted at the dog, cajoled and struggled, she couldn’t stop the animal from mounting her. As she got humped by the dog, her cries died down – she stopped herself from making any noise when she realized that her cries would only attract more curious observers. She almost died of humiliation when guests found her in the study with her cunt dripping of Brutus’s cum as the dog slept on the floor beside her.

Next, Nakamori flipped Grace over such that her back was on the floor. “The Doggie Bar is also called the Spreader Bar,” he said. Indeed, Grace’s legs were wide open, her feet forced apart by the ends of the bar. Her wrists remain locked about one feet apart from each other at the middle section of the bar.

While Grace was deeply humiliated by the pictures of her taken with the Doggie Bar, this was far worse. For the Doggie Bar, she already felt completely violated, with her ass up and her pussy clearly visible from behind as Joe took the pictures. But at least her face was not clearly visible in the same picture.

The Spreader Bar pose stripped her dignity to shreds -  not only was she baring her pussy such that there was nothing left to the imagination, but her face was clearly visible in the same picture. Her labia lips and clitoris were exposed for all to see in Joe’s closeup. 

FLASH! FLASH!

“Please Sir… I beg you.. not like this!” Grace pleaded, tears coming to her eyes.

“Why not my little one? You are ashamed of showing the outside of your vagina?” said Nakamori.

“Did you know that ‘vagina’ is Latin for ‘scabbard’, as in sword, or ‘quiver’, as in a quiver of arrows? Don’t you agree there is more to the female sex than the accommodation of a male weapon? Joe’s body of work… or shall I say your body of work would capture this!” he said with a sardonic smile.

“Do you prefer that we take a video probe of your vagina?” Nakamori threw the weird question at his immobilized captive, as he sat down. Grace remained silent, not comprehending what he meant.

Clipping a cigar which he leisurely took out of his jacket, he continued his little speech, not looking at Grace when he spoke. “Worse than Latin, the German word for vagina translates literally as ‘sheath of shame’. Is that how you feel, my pet? Your omanko is beautiful – and you should be proud of displaying it.”

Joe took twenty more pictures in this pose, capturing every detail of Grace’s young, pretty face, her legs splayed wide open, and her pink inner flesh on display. Captured on film for eternity.

“You must get over the feeling of shame, my love. Embrace it. Some day soon it wouldn’t be an urabon I’ll see your manko in! “ said Nakamori, pausing to light his cigar, “Give her the verbal training Nat.”

“Yes Sir,” Natasha replied. “Now repeat every phrase that I say after me, Grace.”

“Do you like the appearance of my pussy, Sir?” said Natasha in a matter-of-fact manner. Grace could hardly believe her ears.

Grace hesitated, but repeated those lewd words. “Do you like the appearance of my pussy, Sir?”

“Say it louder slut!” Nakamori’s voice boomed.

Grace forced herself to say louder this time -  “Do you like the appearance of my pussy, Sir?”

“Would you like to examine my pussy, Sir?” said Natasha.

Grace repeated word for word, her breathing getting agitated. “Would you like to .. examine my.. pussy, Sir?”

Natasha whispered something into her ear.

Grace opened her mouth, and hesitated, and then she spoke the words, “Would you like to put your tongue in my cunt, Sir?” She noticed a wide grin on Joe’s face as the sordid words came out of her mouth.

Natasha whispered again into her ear.

“This – this slut pussy is wet for you Sir,” a female voice said, without emotion. Grace realized that the voice was hers.

Grace bit her lip. She repeated the nasty, demeaning phrases that Natasha was instructing her to say. Nasty whore-speak.

Joe was busy unloading his camera in the background, but was getting hard listening to Grace.

Grace felt like a cheap whore, realizing how she must look and sound – she was naked and cuffed, her thighs spread open and her pussy served up like a piece of meat for inspection.

Natasha whispered to Grace, “My cunt-hole is juicy and wet, and aching for your big cock to fill it Sir.”

Grace’s lips fluttered, but no sound came out. She could not force herself to say those perverse words.

Not giving up, Natasha tried again. “Would you like to stick your throbbing hard cock in this horny cunt Sir?” said Natasha, into her ear.  There was a pause. Grace started to speak, her lips trembling. It was clear she was struggling. “Wwould - yyou like to - stick your throbbing, hhard, c-cock in… this horny cunt, Sir?” As she forced the sentence out of her mouth, the words trailed down in volume, getting softer and softer till she was hardly audible when she referred to her clearly-displayed genitals.

“This slut needs a hard cock in her right now Sir,” said Natasha. Grace stayed silent, her lip trembling.

“My wet pussy needs a hard fucking, Sir,” Natasha attempted. Still no response from Grace.

“Grace, you need to repeat after what I say…otherwise you’ll be punished..” Natasha told her in a soft voice. Grace could see from her eyes and her tone that it was not a threat. Natasha was telling her the truth.

Grace’s throat was feeling dry, and she swallowed a lump that was starting to form there. She then forced herself to speak. “My wet pussy needs a hard fucking, Sir,” she said, her face flushing.

Natasha said again, “Would you like to put your hard cock in this horny cunt Sir?”

Grace saw her own legs wide open in front of her, and imagined herself saying this in front of a stranger – a man that she would have to fuck because Nakamori wished her to. Her lips trembled, but she could not make herself say the vile, demeaning words. Her eyes were getting slightly red, and she felt on the verge of crying.

“Enough of this disobedience!” Nakamori said in the background, “Joe, you will punish her for me.” The tanned Japanese man stubbed his cigar in the ashtray and started to walk out of the room.

Joe sat up straight, and immediately exclaimed, “It will be my pleasure!”

Natasha got up from beside Grace and ran after Nakamori. They exchanged some words, which Grace could not hear.

“Alright, Grace,” said Nakamori, “since Nat interceded for you, I will let you get away with a whipping instead. She will whip you on my behalf. Nat, I still expect you to punish Grace after you have meted my punishment for her.

Joe was rubbing his hands with glee just moments ago, but now looked disappointed.

“Sorry Joe – if she disobeys again, you’ll get to punish her next time,” said Nakamori, before he walked out of the room.

**

Note: For pictures illustrating Grace's outfits and poses for the photo-shoot, email author.