BDSM Library - Grace's Hard Lessons II

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 1 (MF, nc, humiliation, toy)

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Grace walked across the polished marble corridor of the office. Several men on the floor all stopped what they

were doing and looked her way, staring at the delectable ass and legs of the petite bombshell. She was already

one of the prettiest executives in the company - confident, capable, sexy and with an ambition to match. Throw in

pert young breasts pushing against her tight, thin white blouse restrained by the one button of her jacket, and a

very short skirt, this was a lethal combination.

In her early twenties, Grace was well on her way in climbing the corporate ladder, being trusted by both the head

of her department, as well as having made a favorable impression with the other department heads. Until she

made a fatal mistake. She thought she could skim off some money from the company and got caught by none

other than her rival and ex-suitor, Royston. Royston was her colleague from another department, and about five

years older than she was. He took the chance to teach her some hard lessons.

In days past when Grace wore what most professional young women would wear, she already got her fair share

of attention from men in the office and envy from the women, as she had a slim figure, short cropped hair and

exquisite make-up. As Grace walked across the corridor today, she tried to appear nonchalant, ignoring the

attention she was getting from all around. In reality, she felt uneasy walking around in the embarrassingly short

skirt, which tended to ride up her thighs. The extremely high heels made it even worse, making her sway from

side to side as she walked, and she was worried that if her skirt climbed higher, her panties would be exposed to

her colleagues on the floor.

The whole outfit made her out to be the office slut. A man-hungry, attention-craving, sex-tease. It screamed,

“Look at me! Look at what a sexy little tease I am!”. Which was the idea. But not Grace’s idea. It was part of

Royston’s plan to humiliate her in the office.

“Grace! Wait up..” a soft feminine voice came from behind.

Grace turned around and saw that it was Ming, from Mr Ko’s department. While Grace did not know her very

well, Ming had been a friend so far. Ming had a full head of raven black hair that reached the small of her back,

and she was also a very tall girl. Grace thought she was beautiful, as did all the men in the office as well. Then

again, Mr Ko had the reputation of hiring beautiful women. He changed his secretaries, typically quite young,

very often too.

“Hello Ming..” said Grace.

“Are you attending the sales meeting called by Royston?” Ming asked from a distance away.

“Yes I am. You going to?” Grace responded.

“I’ll walk with you,” said Ming, with a smile, tucking her long hair behind her ear as she approached the smaller

girl.

“Sure…” replied Grace.

“Are you taking the staircase up?” Ming asked, glancing at the staircase in the foyer which led to the second floor

where Grace sat in the office. Ming looked back at Grace.

“Um.. yes…” Grace said. Then she saw Ming glancing at her very short skirt. From the corner of her eye, Grace

also noticed a few men who were looking their way.

Ming said,“Why don’t we take the elevator. I’ll accompany you.” Ming grabbed Grace’s hand and pulled her

along.

Grace was reluctant to take the elevator only because Royston wanted her to take the staircase to get around in

the office in the day, except when she had to take the elevator from the building lobby to the office in the morning

or leave the office in the evening.

As the elevator door closed with the two ladies inside, Ming said, “You don’t mind if I say something Grace?”

“No… of course not..” Grace looked at the long haired girl.

“Well, I’ve always admired you Grace…you’re smart, and capable, and you can talk well, and the bosses all like

you and everything. Which is great…”

“Why, thanks…” Grace smiled quizzedly, knowing that there would be a “but” coming up.

“But… recently I noticed you’ve been dressing… well… very sexily.. you know… “

“Um… yes…” Grace nodded, finally seeing where the conversation was leading to.

“There’s a lot of gossip going around you know… “ continued Ming,” when you’re dressed like that. I’m not sure

if I should call it overdressed or underdressed. You didn’t wear such things before…”

Ming was obviously feeling a little distressed to be saying what she was, but Grace could tell that she was

genuinely trying to help her, and she felt grateful.

“Why are you dressed like that nowadays Grace? It’s not like you. Look, your skirt is riding up. Let me help you.”

Ming pulled down the material of Grace’s skirt that had ridden up her thighs. Grace knew that Ming was asking

her why she dressed like a slut, in a polite way.

Just then, the elevator door opened on their floor. Not finding an immediate reply to Ming’s question, Grace

walked out of the elevator with Ming, as the two of them made their way to the conference room where the sales

meeting would be held.

Walking alongside Grace, Ming said softly, “Did Royston ask you to dress so sexily?”

Grace felt a spike of alarm in her heart. No, it must be a wild guess. Ming wouldn’t know my secret, would she?

Grace found herself unable to answer that direct a question from Ming. If she answered yes, that would raise

more questions like why Royston wanted her to dress like a slut and why she needed to please him.

“No, no… “ Grace replied…”I am dressing like that because… I like to,” she completed the sentence, and a few

seconds after, the implications of what she just said sank into her. She was just forced to admit that she liked

dressing like a slut. The humiliation burned in her heart, as her mind drifted to thirteen days ago. This was the

day when Royston first made her wear the six-inch heels, probably the most symbolic of her becoming the office

slut…

** 13 days ago: THE HEELS.

Grace walked across the foyer in the office, holding a coffee cup and saucer in her small hands. Six pairs of male

eyes watched her as she made her way slowly up the staircase to the upper floor, carrying the coffee. Royston had

asked her to go to the pantry to fetch coffee for him. It was one of her daily tasks.

What made her the center of male attraction were two things. Firstly, the number one hot topic among the male

population in the office now was the length of Grace’s skirt over the last few weeks. It had been getting shorter

and shorter. Just when it seemed impossible for the hemline to get any higher, Grace broke her personal record.

The men congregating outside the pantry whispered to each other, discussing if the ultra-short skirt she was

wearing was indeed one inch shorter than the previous day’s, or if it was just the effect of the heels. The six inch

heels – that was the second thing that transformed the men in the office to a bunch of bumbling boys whenever

they saw Grace walk past – their jaws would drop, and they would be reduced to a primal state with eyes

bulging, hormones raging in their brains and loins, and scarcely anything else would matter.

While Grace had already worn four inch heels on the day of her presentation to the bosses, Royston had since

raised the stakes for Grace, literally. He sent to her hotel a pair of black pumps with six-inch stiletto heels. There

was also a pair of black stockings. Her new shoes forced her feet to arch dramatically, supporting her entire

weight on her toes. The front of the shoes was pointed and narrow. This squeezed her toes together, adding to the

already enormous strain on her feet.

Royston was well aware that for a woman walking around on the flats of her toes while her ankle is up at an

almost ninety-degree angle to her toes, her calves will become taut – and almost all men love shapely, well-

formed, defined calves. The form of the foot in the pump, arched and tense - from the muscles on the foot just

above where the toes slide into the shoe so snugly giving a peek of the toes’ cleavage, up the dramatic arch of the

foot, to the heel of her foot that brings the eye to the floor and back up the leg to the buttocks - focuses attention

on those sensual calves.

Royston watched from behind the blinds in his office, overlooking the main staircase in the center of the office –

where Grace was climbing with his cup of coffee. She was getting quite a bit of attention from the usual morning

crowd of people going to and fro the office pantry on the first floor. The heels were part of his plan for Grace’s

training.

While heightening the sensuality of a woman’s legs, walking in these extremely tall heels was an art, as the lady

would have to balance her entire body weight, between her toes and that tiny stiletto heel on the back of the shoe.

This has pleasing side effects from a male point of view. The obvious effect is to make the woman several inches

taller, and her legs appear longer especially if she is wearing a short skirt. Now Grace was not a very tall girl to

begin with, so an extra six inches was a very noticeable increase of height for her. Another side effect was that the

lady would walk slowly to avoid losing balance on such tall heels, and this made her movements more dainty

and feminine. Indeed, when Grace walked in those heels, the delicate balance caused her invariably to swish her

hips more prominently with each step, as if she's wiggling her ass intentionally.

As she climbed the staircase, Grace’s skirt started to ride up. Aware that this was happening, she stopped in the

middle of the staircase. With her hands full, she could not pull down her skirt, and she was afraid that she might

drop the cup if she tried to transfer it to one hand now.

Grace decided she was almost at the top already, so she continued climbing the staircase. Six pairs of eyes

followed her up, enjoying the view of that tight ass, the tops of her black stockings appeared, and for the lucky

ones standing at the right position, the pink underwear that peeked out.

Amazingly, Grace did not spill any coffee into the saucer at all, finally reaching Royston’s office.

“Well done Grace…” said Royston, looking at the young woman as she placed the cup on his desk.

“Today I need your help to retrieve some files from the archives, “said Royston, hardly looking at her when he

spoke. “Here’s the list I need…” Royston handed her a sheet of paper with a list of about a dozen file reference

numbers. “I want to see all of the files here on my table by noon.”

“Yes Sir,” Grace replied. As she tottered out on his room on her unsteady heels, Royston cocked his head and

smiled at his own brilliance and poor, unsuspecting Grace.

The six-inch high heels changed the center of gravity for Grace such that her hips are rotated forward, making her

thrust out her buttocks behind her, and in turn causing her chest to be pushed forward by the increased curvature

of her spine. When she walked, that change in center of gravity made her walk in such a way that highlighted her

boobs and bootie, without her really realizing it.

Royston has required Grace to strut around in these very tall heels at the workplace for this very reason, as he

wanted to transform her slowly, but surely, to the complete office slut. Besides how the tensing of the muscles on

the back of her legs now made her butt and calves look more shapely, her walking with her thrust-out ass had her

shaking her butt much more than she was used to, as she sashayed around the office. Combined with the super-

high hemlines, Grace looked like a killer babe that craved all the male attention to herself. She was the ultimate

object of male fantasy in the office.

Holding the sheet of paper, Grace took the staircase down to the foyer, one hand on the railing to steady herself,

and one hand to smooth down her skirt to make sure she wasn’t revealing more than she had to. Heaving a sigh

of relief that she did not tumble down the staircase while walking in the six inch heels, she made her way to the

file library where all the old files were kept. While Royston had a secretary, she knew that he was intentionally

asking her to do all this. Nevertheless, her new status in the office was such (at least to the few people who knew

her secret), and she accepted that.

“Grace!” Royston said in a louder voice.

Ming tapped Grace on her elbow. Grace broke out from her reverie, and looked up. She was in a meeting room

full of people, mostly reporting to Royston. It was a sales meeting that Royston had called.

“Grace, can you please take minutes for the meeting?” Royston requested in a slightly impatient tone. It sounded

more like a command then a request really. “Your memory is getting as short as your skirt nowadays,” remarked

Royston. There were some laughter in the room, and Grace quickly replied, “Yes, of course.” She turned red as

she quickly flipped open her notebook.

Royston was intentionally embarrassing her – firstly by making her take minutes like a secretary. She was

actually more senior than all of the junior executives there besides Royston, but Royston treated her like she was a

newbie to the office. Secondly he made fun of her by referencing to her very short skirts – when she really had no

choice but to wear them at his instruction. But nobody else in the room knew that, of course. One of the

conditions of her deal with Royston was that she would have to relinquish her ability to choose her wardrobe,

and had to wear whatever she was given. Over the last month, Royston had made the clothes Grace wore to the

office more and more daring – shorter skirts, tighter blouses, figure hugging cuts, and plunging necklines.

What the other people in the meeting room also didn’t know, was the fact that Grace had a remotely controlled

vibrator buried in her pussy. On good days, she would be allowed to wear a sanitary pad to absorb the juices that

she would inevitably secrete throughout a large part of the day she was in the office. This was part of her

“orgasm training” as Royston called it.

“Or would you much rather go up to the board and write it down so that we all know you got it right?” said

Royston half jokingly. Grace stared in horror at Royston, thinking about how short her skirt was, the small

vibrator in her pussy, and the remote control in Royston’s pants pocket.

“No Sir, I’ll prefer to write in my notebook. I will get it right,” she replied tactfully. There were some giggles in

the corner of the room over her calling Royston “Sir”, which Grace winced inwardly but maintained her cool

exterior.

“Alright,” said Royston. Grace breathed a silent breath of relief, and pulled her chair closer to the large conference

table where everyone was seated around. Royston started the meeting.

Grace took down notes faithfully, but a part of her mind dwelled on her orgasm training. A key part of the

training involved her learning to ask for permission to cum. She was told that being allowed to orgasm was a

reward, and that she had no right to feel pleasure from a pussy that belonged to her Owner, Mr Nakamori. This

was unless she obtained permission from him or other men that he delegated that authority to. Royston was one

of the men who had that authority. She wondered if her head of department, Mr Shih, was another one. Grace

was told that would be others that she would come to know of in time.

Grace still remembered the first time she had to wear the slim silver cigar-shaped vibrator in the office. Bringing

it past building security had alerted the security officers to the metallic object in her bag, much to her shock and

humiliation when she had to produce the offending object to them in a public place. With that same silvery

smooth cylinder lodged deep in her pussy under her panties, Grace had experienced her first involuntary orgasm

in the office – accidentally witnessed by George, a new hire from the accounting department.

The subsequent times weren’t any easier for her. To make her suffer constant humiliation throughout the day,

Royston would turn on the vibrator to high intensity a couple of times per hour. This would catch her by surprise

at the most unexpected moments, causing her to be in quite a mess. When the vibrator suddenly roared alive,

Grace would accidentally knock over things, or stumble if she was walking. As she was hitting the three minute

mark, the vibrator would turn off as suddenly as it turned on, and she would be left near the verge of cumming,

but not quite there.

Alternatively, Royston would keep the vibrator on at low intensity for half an hour. He especially liked to do this

when he knew Grace would be in a meeting, like right now. With the vibrator buzzing quietly for thirty minutes,

Grace would be doing her utmost best not to squirm in her seat as she sat there with other people in the same

room, a sanitary pad soaking up her juices secreting from her defenceless cunt.

Royston had told Grace that if she wanted to orgasm, all she needed to do was to ask him for permission. If he

granted her permission, she could cum, and she would not need to undergo the vibrator treatment for the rest of

the day. Grace resisted for days when he introduced that new rule, refusing to ask for permission. Until seven

days ago, when she finally gave in.

That fateful day, Royston had set the vibrator off in her pussy with medium intensity – a nice healthy buzz that

made her weak in her knees, even as she was made by Royston to fetch a number of files up and down the busiest

staircase in the office. Medium was not enough to get her off but enough to get her hot and bothered. To make

things worse, the bellboy in the hotel she stayed in had selected a gossamer mesh thong with lace trim, in nude

color, for her to wear that morning. The bellboy delivered her clothing and underwear from Royston every

morning, and to humiliate her further, she had to model different sets for the bellboy to choose.

Grace was fetching and delivering files for Royston from various people in the office, and the vibrator would turn

on for fifteen torturous minutes of medium intensity as she walked to someone’s cubicle and back. After eight

times of this treatment, with three minute breaks in-between, Grace’s mesh thong were soaked by her own juices,

making the material effectively transparent – making quite visible her dark pubic hair and shape of her lips if

someone had peeped under her skirt.

To spice it up further, Royston interspersed the last two times of medium intensity intervals with random bursts

of high intensity. This pushed Grace closer to involuntary release, where she teetered on the verge of cumming.

She did not want to cum in the open office while she was carrying files up and down the staircase. She certainly

did not want to cum in the file archive room where the spooky mailman lurked. If she orgasmed without

permission, Royston’s punishment for her was to give blowjobs every day to the office janitor for a week. And so,

after several hours of enduring the vibrator buzzing in her pussy, Grace finally picked up the phone in her

cubicle. Making sure nobody was nearby that would hear her, she called Royston’s office. She could not resist any

longer – she would go insane or end up accidentally flashing or humiliating herself in public. If she was going to

be humiliated, she would rather keep it to just Royston.

Royston made her ask for permission over Messenger on her computer, with her panties in her mouth, before he

finally granted permission for her to orgasm. Grace remembered the feeling of her dignity hitting rock-bottom

when she had her cunt-soaked panties in her mouth as she came. That was just a week ago. What new low would

she reach today, she asked herself.

Grace shut her eyes as she felt the wetness spreading between her legs. Royston had turned on the vibrator again

in the meeting room. Grace scribbled in her notebook, barely hearing the people droning on in the meeting. She

feared that the others would see the look on her face and know.

The sheen on her face, the slightly pursed and moist lips, the occasionally half-closed eyes.

Royston noticed, and smiled inwardly. He was impressed that Grace was able to hold herself together for so long

– some girls he know would have already orgasmed several times with the kind of vibrator treatment he was

putting her through.

Soon the meeting ended. Some of the other people chatted with each other for a short while in the room before

leaving. Grace mostly ignored them all, pretending to scribble in her notebook. Finally it was only her and

Royston left in the conference room. Royston closed the door, and smiled at her.

Grace opened her legs, as she had been trained. She had to sit with her legs open whenever in private with her

Master or with Royston. With her short skirt, Royston could easily see her panties and the wet patch that had

been created with his vibrator. Satisfied, he reached into his pocket and turned it off with the remote control.

“It would be something if you had creamed yourself while taking notes won’t it?” Royston remarked with a grin,

“Do you think there will be better attendance at these sales meetings then? “

He continued on his verbal humiliation, knowing it distressed her. “What do you think goes through our male

colleagues’ minds when they are watching you, up there writing on the board. Do you think they notice the

minute wriggling of your bum from time to time, the subtle rubbing of your thighs against each other… the

tensing of your pelvic muscles, the tiny moments when you purse your lips and close your eyes?”

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GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 2 (MF, exhib)

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Grace, one of the youngest star female executives in the company, was sitting in the meeting room on the

cushioned chair, facing her colleague. Dressed in professional office attire, with an exceptionally short business

skirt and exceptionally high stiletto heels, wearing pristine make-up, the only thing below that cool exterior

which gave away her sexual submission and control to the man in front of her, was the fact that Grace’s thighs

were parted deliberately in her sitting position – approximately six inches between her knees, the maximum

allowed by her short skirt before the material would ride up her thighs. This allowed her colleague Royston to

have a clear view of her mesh-thong panties, and the embarrassing wet spot created by his vibrator, still parked

in her cunt-hole.

Leaning forward to inspect the reluctant lady between her legs, Royston said, “And how is your Royal

Slushiness?”

“Nice and wet isn’t she?” Royston remarked, looking her in the eye.

“Yes Sir,” Grace acknowledged, somewhat reluctantly.

“Why are you so mean to me Sir?” she said.

“Me?” said Royston incredulously. “Mean? I’ve been SO nice with you Grace.. you have no idea. And you say I’m

mean.”

Grace didn’t know how to respond, so she kept quiet, sitting there with her legs spread open for Royston’s

inspection.

“In fact I’ll show you how nice I am to you, Grace. Your photo shoot is definitely on this evening, so you will

need to be at Joe’s at 8pm. Because you’ve been such a GOOD girl yesterday evening – you remember yesterday

evening don’t you girl? - I will not be continuing the vibrator treatment for the rest of today.”

Grace’s heart ached as she recalled what happened yesterday evening. Royston had imposed a new rule for her -

to even qualify to ask for permission to orgasm, she must have man-cum in her mouth. It was the most degrading

experience she ever had in her life when she crawled to Royston, and showed him her mouth full of fresh semen,

and asked for permission from Royston to let her cum. To earn her orgasm, she had sucked off a co-worker from

the accounting department. It was George’s cum she had in her mouth when she climaxed, hard, like a horny slut.

She surprised herself, what she had done. She wondered what she new low she would make herself do next.

As Grace stepped out of his office, Royston too, wondered about who Grace would choose to suck off next time,

just so that she could earn her right to ask permission to cum. Would it be George again? Or Chong the office

janitor? Or would it be someone else? Maybe it was about time she did the mailroom man..

** 12 days ago: THE MAILROOM MAN

Tony was the office’s mail room clerk. He also worked in the file library, which was next to the mail room. Tony

was twenty-nine years of age and single, and did not quite complete high school. It was easy to see why he was

single though – his looks were unremarkable, his aftershave atrocious, he carried his gangly frame usually with a

hunch and shuffling gait, and he spoke with a stutter. As a result, he was generally not too good with women.

However, that didn’t mean that he didn’t fancy the ladies working in the office. In fact, he had been keeping track

of Grace – one of the hottest chicks in the office – for some time. It was to his pleasant surprise that she suddenly

popped up this morning in his little territory.

And what an appearance. Tony’s eyes nearly rolled out of their sockets as he saw Grace in her low-cut top, very

short skirt and six inch stiletto heels, standing in the doorway.

“Umm.. excuse me…” she said, peering around, before she decided that Tony was the only human being around

in the vicinity which she could ask for help. “I need to retrieve a number of files from the archives. Can you tell

me where I can find them?”

Since Tony looked at her with the same dumbstruck expression as he usually did, it did not occur to Grace

initially that her dress code was causing quite a stir under his pants. Grace looked down at where Tony was

staring – her legs, and uneasily cleared her throat, suddenly remembering with embarrassment the slutty attire

that Royston had forced her to wear to work.

“Umm.. your name is Tony right? The file reference numbers are all listed on this sheet,” she said, trying to

ignore the fact that he was staring at her.

“Ah.. yes… Miss Grace…,” said Tony finally, finding his wits and tearing his eyes away from the legs and

focusing on the sheet of paper she was holding up in front of him.

Grace found it mildly annoying that he always addressed her not by her last name or simply “Grace”, but “Miss

Grace”.

“Th – this one and this, you nn – need to look in this cabinet here. The rest – I think it would be over there… I can

sh - show you later…” Tony said with a stammer.

Grace stooped down, and looked at the label on the cabinet – Tony was right, the file she was looking for was in

the lowest drawer of the cabinet. Pulling out the drawer, she started looking. Grace realized that with her six inch

heels, she had to reach down six inches further to reach into the low drawer.

After a while, her back felt the strain, and she contemplated kneeling down to continue her search. The idea of

kneeling in the presence of this creepy mailman did not appeal to her immensely, especially since it reminded her

of her training positions. But most of all, she was worried that with her ridiculously steep heels, she would be

unable to get up.

So Grace decided to squat down – it was definitely easier than bending her back, and she would definitely be able

to get up than if she was kneeling. For two minutes, she searched for her file in the cabinet, oblivious that Tony

was watching her from a short distance behind. When she looked down at her skirt, she suddenly realized that

there was a reason why Tony was standing where he was. Reflected on the shiny metallic surface of the front of

the drawer, Tony could see Grace’s panties between her thighs due to her squatting position.

Grace quickly stood up when she realized what the creepy mailroom clerk was up to.

Tony was getting a hard on watching the young lady’s thighs and her panties through the reflection in the

drawer. When she suddenly stood up, he was extremely disappointed.

Grace finally found her file, and pulled it out, closing the drawer.

“The other files are over here,” said Tony as he beckoned Grace over to the other side of the cramped room. He

pointed to another stack of files in boxes. He returned to his seat at his regular table, which happened to be facing

the boxes. These were the files that Royston just returned, so they were still in the temporary storage boxes, to-be

shelved.

This was in fact planned by Royston. With six inch heels, Royston knew that Grace had to reach down six inches

further to reach something on the floor if she couldn’t squat or kneel. The further down she bent, the higher her

skirt hiked up the back of her legs, and up her butt. While her skirt may not hike itself up another six inches,

considering how short her skirts had become, if it hiked up another two inches, she would already be exposing

herself. Royston, knowing that certain files were in the bottom drawers, or in the boxes facing Tony (because

Royston had just returned those files), had made sure that these file reference numbers were on the list he gave to

Grace.

All the time Grace was retrieving the files from the boxes, Tony was enjoying the sight of Grace exposing herself

to him. His mouth watered as he stared at her waif-like legs stretching up to the bottom half-moons of her smooth

ass, his hand adjusting the tightness in his pants.

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GRACE'S VERY HARD LESSONS

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CHAPTER 3 (MF, D/s)

On the way back to her hotel room, Grace had a heavy heart. She had no choice but to do the photo-shoot at Joe's

studio later. Joe was Nakamori's friend and photographer. This was part of the arrangement for her to earn

enough money to pay back the amount she stole from the company. As long as she kept her end of the bargain to

"do as she was instructed", her secret would be safe with Nakamori, Mr Shih, and Royston. They would cover up

her crime, and not report her to the police for the money she embezzled.

The problem was that she seemed to be sinking deeper and deeper into the cycle of blackmail and submission.;

the things which Royston and Nakamori made her do - some demeaning, some downright depraved, mostly

sexual and designed to humiliate her. Some were tame, almost innocuous in comparison at first, but then rapidly

degenerated into a nightmare. Her photography shoots were like that. It started off with her modeling swimwear

and ended with her being stripped and led around like a dog, and being whipped by Nakamori. Her subsequent

photo shoots had progressed to lingerie, and then to the shopping mall with some really slutty garments which

she wouldn't even call clothes. When she went for her shoot again last week, she was photographed tied up,

chained, and put in humiliating positions. Tonight was her continuation of her "bondage shoot" as Joe called it,

and she dreaded it.

When Mr Ko, Royston's boss, had asked her out for dinner the previous week, Grace had wondered if it was just

a date, as the man was rumored to have many with the ladies in the office, or if this was another one of those

nightmare episodes. After all, Mr Shih had already fucked her, once he found out about her thievery and her little

cover-up scheme with Royston. So she wouldn't be too surprised if Mr Ko had also been let in on her blackmail

by either Royson, or Mr Shih, whom she worked for.

** 11 days ago: THE DINNER

Grace stepped into the restaurant where she was to meet Mr Ko. It was one of the top restaurants downtown.

Ming could not tell her why Mr Ko wanted to meet her for dinner, but said that Mr Ko did request for Grace to be

dressed formally. Apparently Mr Ko was a regular customer at this restaurant.

The décor was dim, with candle-lights, and while there many sections in the restaurant for private dining, many

of the walls were made of glass, thus everyone could see who entered the restaurant. Many heads turned at her

arrival, which Grace was quite accustomed to. Her hair was done up, and she had lip gloss and dangly earrings.

She was in an elegant, but daring black halter-neck dress with a super low-cut back. Unlike most halter-necks, the

shoulder straps were made of fine chain-links - they kept the pieces of cloth covering her breasts up, and were

joined together as one behind her neck, leaving one end of it long and dangling to her lower back. Her back was

revealed entirely by the cut of her dress which was so low it only stopped just an inch above her panty-line.

Grace would never think of wearing something so sexy to meet with Mr Ko, one of the most senior executives of

her company, especially since the dinner was suggested by him. She did not want to send him any wrong signals.

Unfortunately, as her wardrobe was controlled by Royston, she had no choice but to tell Royston about the dinner

to request for something appropriately formal to wear. Royston obviously was pleased as punch, when she had

come to him automatically and asked nicely, for a dress to wear. She was loath to tell him that the reason was that

she had been asked out by Mr Ko, but she saw no way around not telling him the truth. When she reached her

hotel room after work that day, she had found the sole black dress hanging in her wardrobe. Together with it,

there was a pair of side-tie thongs made of black silk. To match the super-low cut on the back of her dress, Grace

had to tie her thongs quite low on her hips so that she would not be exposing her panties in plain sight. She was

not surprised that there was no bra that came with the dress, but she managed to buy a pair of backless, strapless

stick-on bra cups from a store on the way to the dinner.

The maitre 'd asked her for the reservation name, and she told him. He showed her to the table, where Mr Ko was

already waiting. On her arrival at the table, the man that was one of the directors of her company stood up

politely.

"Allow me," Mr Ko said with a broad smile, as he pulled out Grace's seat.

Grace smiled and stepped in front of her seat. Mr Ko was standing behind her, his hands on the chair. For a brief

moment, she froze when she felt his hands on her bare shoulders as she sat down. Then he was back at his seat

opposite her.

Grace remembered that the last time she met Mr Ko at a formal event, that is, not just walking along the corridors

in the office. It was at a client dinner - the dinner where she was first introduced to Nakamori by Royston. At that

function, Grace was ordered to take off her bra halfway through the dinner by Royston even though she was

wearing a sheer dress - the first step in his plan to humiliate her. She recalled meeting Mr Ko also at the function,

and cringed inwardly thinking about how little she had worn.

The waiter asked, "Good evening, Mr Ko, and good evening Ma'am. Should I get you a bottle of wine to start off

with?"

Mr Ko said, "Sounds like a good idea. Grace, any preference for red or white?"

"No S- Mr Ko.. I will leave it up to you. " she said. Grace caught herself almost calling him "Sir" which was how

she has since been taught to address Royston and Nakamori.

"Get us a bottle of the 1994 Chateau Latour Pauillac," said Mr Ko.

"Certainly Sir," said the handsome waiter, who smiled at Mr Ko and then at Grace, before he walked away,

before returning shortly with a basket of bread. Absent-mindedly, Grace noted that the waiter's name tag said

"Bill", eliciting memories of a corny joke that her boyfriend had once told her.

Grace turned her attention to Mr Ko after placing her handbag on her seat beside her. Mr Ko was a balding man

in his fifties, with a slight paunch, and a rather unsettling gaze with his small beady eyes, only accentuated by the

horn-rimmed glasses he wore. Her own boss, Mr Shih, was a much more impressive and respectful looking man.

Indeed, Grace respected Mr Shih plenty, until the unfortunate events just recently which she finally saw through

his true colors when he violated her.

"So Grace.. I'm sure you are curious why I asked you out for dinner," said Mr Ko.

Grace held her breath, and feared the worst. Did Mr Shih or Royston tell him about her secret? About how they

were covering up her crime in return for her services? The things they are making her do so that they wouldn't go

to the police and put her in jail for stealing money from the company?

"You see, it's about the annual client appreciation ball. Royston is too busy with work to be organizing it. So I was

thinking of asking your help."

"Yes of course.. I would love to help, Mr Ko," said Grace.

"That's the pretext anyway for asking you out for dinner," Mr Ko said with a grin, "The real reason is that I love

fine food and wine. And I love the company of different people, especially beautiful women."

Grace smiled, thinking it was the polite thing to do but thought it best if she just ignored that last comment or

pretended not to hear it. It was true that Mr Ko had a reputation with women. In fact, the saying on the grapevine

was that he changed secretaries (all pretty young ladies) as often as he changed clothes. Ming used to be personal

assistant to another vice president, but when he transferred to another office, she was assigned to Mr Ko, whose

secretary happened to have resigned recently.

At that moment, the waiter returned with the bottle of wine. He proceeded to open it and poured the wine into a

decanter.

Mr Ko peered through his glasses at the lovely young lady sitting across the table - an executive who worked for

his company, and so indirectly worked for him. He marveled at her smooth silky skin, perfectly showcased by the

flattering strappy dress that she wore. When Grace reached for the olive oil, he found himself looking at her

underarm. Even though it was only exposed to his sight briefly, Mr Ko visualized in his head how her underarms

looked with her slender arms raised behind her head and wondered how often Grace shaved her armpits.

"So how long... have you been working with the company?" Mr Ko asked.

Grace thought for a second, and replied, "Just a little over four years."

"And how old are you?" Mr Ko asked. He did not see any issue with asking a lady her age, when the lady

worked for him.

"Twenty-five this year, Sir," Grace said. Grace knew that whatever Mr Ko wanted to know, it would actually be

in her personnel records that he would have access to anyway.

The waiter returned with menus. Mr Ko ordered for himself a tenderloin steak stuffed with oysters, and for Grace

a prime rib steak, with foie gras for starters.

"Would you like some greens to go with your steak, Ma'am?" the waiter asked.

"No thank you," said Grace. She was not a big eater, and she thought the portion of steak would be already a

challenge for her.

"Should I pour the wine Mr Ko?" asked the waiter, to which Mr Ko replied yes.

Grace watched as the waiter filled up her Bordeaux glass with the ruby red wine, before he poured for Mr Ko.

"This is a lovely red - complex and intricate, full of flavor.." he declared while beaming at Grace, his beady eyes

focused on her. Grace nodded and smiled.

"Enjoy the wine, Mr Ko and Ma'am," the waiter said, leaving the table.

Mr Ko swirled the wine in his big glass before clinking glasses with Grace.

"Four years and already assistant vice-president," said Mr Ko, "You're moving up fast in the company you know.

Shih has high hopes for you. He's always saying good things about you."

"Thank you Mr Ko," the young executive said, putting down her wine glass. The wine was indeed excellent -

probably very expensive, she thought to herself.

"But tell me, are you happy working for Shih though? Some people tell me his working style is difficult to

swallow.."

Grace, caught a little off-guard by the question, nodded quickly. An image of Mr Shih forcing himself on her,

flashed in her mind for a split second. "You can be frank," added Mr Ko, "I promise I won't tell him!" he said

with a half-laugh.

Wiping her mouth with the corner of her napkin, she replied carefully, "Yes, Mr Shih has been most kind to me. I

have learned so much from him, and really like working for him." Images of her supervisor raping her on his

table in his office flashed again in her mind. Grace broke her eye contact with Mr Ko, looking down at her wine

glass instead. She remembered the scene with Mr Ko fucking her from behind - the sense of degradation she felt

when Mr Shih came in her mouth and she was forced to swallow his cum.

"Sounds good... well if for some reason things don't work out, you can come work for me anytime, alright?" said

Mr Ko.

Thank you Mr Ko, I will keep your offer in mind," Grace replied.

Their appetizers arrived shortly. Mr Ko started asking Grace personal questions as they ate. First he asked about

whether she had a boyfriend. She said yes. He asked about what her boyfriend did for a living. She told him. She

also told him that her boyfriend was overseas at the moment, and would be for a few months. Mr Ko then asked

her how long they have been seeing each other.

Unknown to Grace, as she was describing what her boyfriend did for work, Mr Ko was only imagining what her

favorite positions were in bed with him - whether she liked to be on top or below, and whether she was a

screamer.

"You must miss him, eh?" said Mr Ko. Grace thought the older man had given her a wink as he spoke, but was

not really sure.

"Yes I do..." said Grace, "We do email and talk on the phone though."

Grace remembered with a tinge of regret, lying to her boyfriend that she was traveling on company business,

when she was really putting up at a hotel every night. Royston had insisted that she move out of her parents'

house to the hotel, as part of her new job and new life.

When Grace had initially defied Royston's wishes to suck a colleague's cock to ensure her secret was safe, the

bastard had sent some pictures of her taken by Nakamori's photographer, to her boyfriend. Luckily, it turned out

the pictures that Royston sent were just the ones where she was dressed in skimpy bikinis, and not the ones

where she had been stripped naked with a dog collar and leash on her neck. Royston did not send the actual

pictures as those were what he used to blackmail her into submission. He only sent the bikini pictures as a

warning. Grace did not want her boyfriend to find out about the blowjobs she had given to Royston and the office

janitor, so she had acceded to his further demands. While it was just bikini photos of Grace that her boyfriend

received, Grace had some major explaining to do. She finally convinced him that a girl friend of hers needed a

model urgently and she did it as a one-off favor, and that the photos were sent as a prank by her brother.

Finally, the waiter brought their steaks. Grace couldn't wait to start eating, not because she was hungry, but

because then the dinner would end earlier. She just had this creepy feeling about the man, even though he had

been nothing but civil and gentlemanly so far.

"So what do you do in your free time?" said Mr Ko, putting a morsel of rare beef into his mouth.

"You mean, like when I'm not working?" said Grace.

"Yes, you know.. hobbies...relaxation..whatever.." said Mr Ko, chewing on the bloody meat.

"Well I like to go shopping," replied Grace. At the back of her mind, she recalled with humiliation how Royston

and Nakamori had taken her to a shopping mall, where she had to wear nothing but a leather harness under a

trenchcoat, and had her photos taken in a public place.

"Ah yes, don't all women like to..." said Mr Ko, swallowing the food in his mouth. Grace noticed Mr Ko's adam's

apple was very pronounced, as he swallowed.

"Occasionally, I go to the spa..." she said, "..to get a facial..."

Mr Ko swirled his glass briefly before taking a mouthful of wine, savoring the taste. "That's nice.." he remarked,

although Grace was not sure if he meant the facial or the wine.

As Mr Ko contemplated Grace's fair complexion, he wondered what her face would look like if it were coated

with the cumshots of a dozen men.

"How about yourself, Mr Ko?" said Grace, as she delicately cut a piece of meat with her knife.

"Me?" said Mr Ko, "you mean besides enjoying the company of beautiful ladies?"

Grace did not reply, but merely smiled, and let the man continue talking. "Like all the other company directors, I

have to entertain clients, which means a great deal of different things. Personally I like golf, or going for a cruise

in the sea on a yacht. Have you ever been on a yacht?"

"No, Mr Ko," Grace replied.

"Well Mr Sorag has a nice large yacht. I'll see that you get invited the next time we do something on his yacht

then.."

Mr Sorag was one of Mr Ko's major clients. Grace wanted to decline, but thought it would be rude to do so. So

she acquiesced.

Just at that moment, Grace's cellular phone rang. Grace took out her phone from her handbag. Realising it was

Royston calling her, Grace felt a cold shiver run through her.

Grace knew that if she answered her phone, it would be impolite as Mr Ko was just seated across the table from

her. Yet, she feared what would happen if she didn't answer Royston's call - he was an asshole about things like

this. Looking across the table at Mr Ko, who appeared to be pre-occupied downing his tenderloin, she pressed the

Answer button on her phone.

"Hello?' she said softly. There was no answer initially, then his unmistakable voice came on.

"Hello my little slutgirl. How is the dinner?"

"It is fine Sir," she said in a low voice, angling her head to minimize the chance of Mr Ko overhearing her

conversation with Royston.

"Only fine? Well are you wearing the dress and panties I sent you?" said Royston.

"Yes Sir, I am..." she said in hushed voice.

"You are what?" said Royston.

"I -- .. am wearing the dress and panties you sent me," she said softly into the phone, glancing from the corner of

her eye to ensure Mr Ko wasn't paying attention.

"Only that?" he said.

"Yes..." she replied.

"I hate it when you lie to me Grace. Steve saw you go into a store on the way to the restaurant."

Grace could not believe that Royston had a bellboy from the hotel tail her. She stayed silent.

"If I'm not mistaken, you bought yourself a stick-on bra didn't you?" Royston continued.

"Yes Sir, I did. I'm sorry I didn't ask your permission," said Grace keeping her voice low so that Mr Ko would not

hear.

"Very well. Now I want you to go to the ladies, go into a cubicle, remove your thongs and hang it behind the

cubicle door. Then return to the dinner table."

"What??" she said, shocked.

Mr Ko looked up. She quickly gestured to her phone, and gave an apologetic look, making a sign that she needed

to excuse herself from the table. He nodded.

Royston continued talking on the phone as she started getting up,"You heard me Grace. This is your punishment

for defying instructions. Since you wore an additional piece of clothing that was not authorized, you will remove

another. Are you walking there now?"

Grace excused herself from the table, and started walking to the ladies. "Yes I am, Sir" she said.

"Good. Call me back in the ladies after you have taken off your panties." He hung up.

Finding the door to the ladies, she opened it. There was nobody inside. Going into the last cubicle, she closed the

door, and sat down on the toilet seat. Grace shut her eyes, going through her head for half a minute, on how

Royston would know whether she actually followed his latest instruction or not. After all, he did go to the trouble

of sending someone to tail her, and caught her buying the bra from the shop along the way. What if he came by to

check on her? She decided she better not risk being found to have disobeyed his instructions again. Her fingers

pulled the knot on her side-tie thongs, and it came undone. Gingerly, she hung the tiny undergarment on the coat

hook behind the cubicle door. Then she dialed his number on her cellular phone.

"Are your panties removed?" Royston said the moment the line picked up.

"Ye s Sir. They are hanging behind the toilet door like you instructed," she replied.

"Excellent. I wished I could see you in that black dress you are wearing... you must look lovely," he sighed.

"Now sit down on the toilet seat."

Holding the phone to her ear, Grace sat down as instructed.

"Now pull your dress up to your hips."

"What - I ... " Grace started to say.

"Just do it," he interrupted curtly.

Grace breathed in and then out, and replied submissively, "Yes Sir..."

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

Leave messages for grace at grace_slut at hotmail.

CHAPTER 4 (MF, humiliation, D/s, mast)

** 11 days ago (continued)

“Now spread your legs.. wide,” said Royston.

Grace found it weird that she was doing this on the instruction of a man over the phone, but did as she was told,

opening her thighs apart to expose her sex.

Royston continued issuing her instructions. “Use two fingers to play with your pussy. I want it wet. Real wet. So

much so that your fingers are dripping with your juices. But you may not cum. You have three minutes to get

your pussy and fingers wet. After which you may return to the table. Don’t think of having me on though, I can’t

see you but I can hear you, so during this three minutes, I want you to hold the phone in your lap with one hand

while your other hand gets busy. ”

Three minutes! Reluctant as she was to play Royston’s game, she didn’t think she could get out of it given that he

was on the phone listening in. Holding the phone with one hand close to her pussy, Grace’s other hand started to

massage her pussy lips. She pushed out of her head all thoughts of herself being in the ladies room of a posh

restaurant about to start cuddling the kitty. Instead she tried to imagine herself back in her bedroom at home.

Grace’s fingers started working, her mind thinking of the last time when her boyfriend was licking her cunny. She

felt nasty that her cellular phone was a mere one foot away from her bare pussy, with Royston listening in, as if

he was there in person watching her masturbating. Instead, she forced herself to believe she was at home, lying

face down on her bed with both her hands underneath and between her legs, with her fingers pressed against her

vulva and clitoris.

Her inserted finger found her pearl of pleasure. With gentle but firm wrist movements, Grace rubbed her clit in

up and down, side to side, and circular motions with her finger, coaxing her womanhood gradually into a state of

dampness. Imagining herself lying face down on her bed again, she recalled the many times she was in her

favorite position with hands between her legs, thrusting her pelvis to move her genitals against her fingers.

Passing the two minute mark, the speed and strength of Grace’s wrist movements increased as her excitement

escalated. With her legs well spread as she sat on the toilet bowl stimulating her pussy at Royston’s command, a

momentary twinge of guilt flashed through her consciousness, shamed by this slutty behavior she was engaged

in behind her boyfriend’s back. That feeling of guilt died down quickly, subsumed by the growing wetness and

urge that permeated her soft insides and coated one of her fingers dipping into her treasure trove. The palm

rubbing against her pubic mound had taken control of the sensation of pleasure. Two finger tips had found her

clit and taken it hostage, rolling it around and pulling back on its hood to gain maximum stimulation, while her

pussy secreted moisture.

“Enough slut…three minutes is up.” The disembodied voice came across from her phone in her other hand.

Grace’s eye-lids flipped open, and she sat up guiltily like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar. In this case,

her fingers stopped moving, and withdrew reluctantly from their playground.

“Sir, I’ve got them wet,” said Grace tentatively, bringing up the phone from her lap to her ear again, wondering if

he had heard everything.

“Got what wet?” said Royston.

“My fingers and my…. my pussy Sir..” replied Grace sheepishly.

“Yes, your PUSSY. Your slut cunt.” said Royston in an unimpressed tone, “Was it hard to stop brushing the

beaver? I bet you would have creamed yourself if I didn’t stop you. Are your fingers dripping wet though?”

“Yes Sir… they are,” Grace held up her hand, covered with her own secretions. She stared at the evidence of her

own sexual arousal with disdain and denial.

“Very good. I am pleased with you. You will now return to the dinner table. You are NOT allowed to wash your

fingers OR your pussy, or wipe them before you return to the table.” Before Grace could formulate a response, he

hung up.

Grace gingerly opened the cubicle door. There was still nobody in the ladies. Leaving her thongs hanging behind

the door, she came out, and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her faced looked slightly flushed, but besides

that, she looked fine. Instinctively she reached for the washbasin tap, then remembered Royston’s instructions

that she could not wash her fingers, and stopped. After using her other hand to adjust her dress, Grace stepped

out of the ladies.

When Grace returned to the table, the waiter pulled out her chair for her, and she sat down. He then unfolded the

napkin and put it on her lap.

“Is everything ok?” asked Mr Ko, putting down his knife and fork, and wiping his mouth with the corner of his

napkin.

“Oh yes.. everything is fine,” said Grace, trying to make up something, “It was my boyfriend…”

(Royston had now become her “boyfriend”, she though to herself.)

Mr Ko looked at her expectantly.

Picking up her wine glass and without looking at him in the eye, the sentence came out of her mouth slowly. She

was wondering if Mr Ko had noticed the slight flush in her face from her near orgasm in the ladies, and the lie

that she was about to tell. “He forgot to bring something he needed on his trip,” she said.

“You’ve worked it out now, though right?” Mr Ko said with a smile.

“Yes it’s been settled,” she said. Grace sipped some wine from her glass, and paused. She could smell her own

scent of arousal from her still damp fingers that were holding the stem of her glass – the same fingers that were in

her pussy just minutes ago. Worse still, she realized that her juices hadn’t stopped flowing completely from the

earlier hyper-activity. She feared that the remnants would leak out of her still slushy pussy to her dress.

At that moment, her cellular phone buzzed, indicating that she had received a text message. Quickly she picked it

up from the table. There was a message from Royston.

“What would Mr Ko think if he found out you were banging the hood in the ladies back there, I wonder?”

Another text message arrived, and Grace quickly opened it as well.

“If you had a choice of putting your juice-covered fingers in your mouth or in the waiter’s mouth, what would

you choose?”

Grace’s mind was thrown into disarray. If she chose her mouth, she would imagine what Mr Ko would think if

Royston made her do that now in front of him. Only it was nastier because he was making her suck her fingers

that were coated with her secretions. Yet she can’t even imagine going up to the waiter and asking him if he

would like to taste her fingers. That was simply unthinkable! Only a slut would go up to a guy she hardly knew

and ask if he would like to taste her. Grace’s breathing became faster, but she forced herself to be calm.

Finally, uttering an apology to Mr Ko, she text-ed a reply on her phone: “My mouth.”

During the next minute, Grace just smiled at Mr Ko and carried on with her meal. Then the text reply came via

the phone:“Good. Not today though. Today, you may wipe your fingers on the napkin, but to earn your right to

do so, you will lift the hemline of your dress to mid-thigh under the table, and spread your legs.”

Grace almost heaved a sigh of relief. The table cloth was long enough to conceal her lower body and legs such

that nobody could see what she was doing. She would furtively use one hand to pull her hemline up slowly

under the table cloth, while eating and drinking with the other hand. It was creepy to spread her legs and expose

her bare pussy to Mr Ko, albeit it would be done surreptitiously under the table without him ever knowing it.

How would Royston know though, if she did this or not? Surely he didn’t have a spy in the restaurant?

Grace glanced around but did not see anyone that she could say was really paying attention to her table.

Then the next text message arrived: “You will also wipe your pussy with the napkin. I might ask you to bring the

napkin back to your hotel as evidence that you have followed my instruction. After you have wiped your pussy

with your legs open and dress hiked up, you may clean your fingers.”

Grace’s hopes were dashed that she could fool Royston on this one. Resigned to her fate, Grace obeyed her

invisible Master, slowly pulling up the hemline of her dress under the table until mid-thigh, then spreading her

legs, even as above the table, it would appear as vanilla as any other classy dinner between two civilized

individuals. Grace told herself that Mr Ko would never know that she was sitting there pantiless, with her pussy

still wet from self arousal just minutes ago. He would never know that her thongs were removed and hanging in

the toilet while her bare pussy was a mere few feet away from him, exposed completely to him under the table

with her thighs apart like a whore waiting to get fucked. Secretly, her hand moved the napkin between her legs,

and wiped the seeping moisture away. Having followed her instructions, Grace brought the napkin back to her

lap, adjusted her dress back secretly and wiped her guilty fingers with the clean side of her napkin.

The rest of the dinner continued pretty much uneventfully - mostly Mr Ko trying to make friendly banter, telling

her about his exploits when he was younger. Grace was relieved when it was finally over and Mr Ko asked for

the check. It felt odd having such a dinner alone with someone who was as senior as her boss Mr Shih, let alone

doing so pantiless. To her surprise, just when Mr Ko was signing the check, she got another text message on her

phone. She quickly read it – it was Royston telling her to leave her napkin behind.

Mr Ko kept his credit card and wallet, and looked up at Grace.

“Thank you for the lovely dinner, Mr Ko,” said Grace. It was her attempt to draw the line between her

professional life and her personal life.

“Thank you Grace… for agreeing to organise the company ball...I’m depending on you then. ” said Mr Ko,

standing up from the table.

“You’re welcome Mr Ko..” Grace replied, as the waiter Bill pulled her chair out for her as she stood up while

another helped Mr Ko put on his jacket.

Grace looked at the napkin sitting forlornly on her chair. She felt like a slut knowing that the damp spot on the

napkin were the juices from her pussy, and felt another stab of humiliation when her eyes met with the waiter’s,

knowing that he would be clearing away her napkin later. Would he be able to detect her smell of arousal on the

damp spot and guess the disgusting thing that she had done?

“I will ask Royston to work out the details with you,” said Mr Ko, as he walked with Grace to the entrance of the

restaurant.

“Please hold on, Ma’am,” called the waiter, from behind. He quickly caught up to Grace, and told her in a softer

voice. “Ma’am, did you leave something behind accidentally in the ladies?”

Mr Ko overheard what the waiter said, and replied, “What is it? Why don’t you bring it here.”

Grace’s face turned slightly pale at that suggestion but she quickly added, “Um.. it’s ok. Let me go take a quick

look,” said Grace, “please excuse me Mr Ko.”

Grace walked briskly back to the ladies, accompanied by waiter, Bill. She could feel the back of her ears turn a

little hot, as the questions raced in her mind. How did the waiter know? Did he find it? No, surely he wouldn’t go

into the ladies? Was it the waitress? Or perhaps another patron in the restaurant found her thongs in the ladies

and alerted the waiter? Should she deny it was hers? But if so, she would be leaving the restaurant pantiless.

“It’s hanging behind the last toilet cubicle, Ma’am,” said the waiter without batting an eyelid, stopping just

outside the door to the ladies. “Is it yours?”

“Yes I think so.. sorry I forgot to…nevermind..” Grace laughed in embarrassment, as she stepped into the ladies.

Going back to the last cubicle and shutting the door, she stared at her thongs that she came to the restaurant in.

She quickly put on the thongs under her dress, walking out of the ladies nonchalantly. To her relief, when she

joined Mr Ko at the restaurant entrance, he didn’t ask her what she left behind. Instead he suggested that he send

her home.

Grace tried to decline, but he said, “I insist.” As they stood outside the restaurant entrance, Grace tried to think of

excuses for not having him send her back, but could not come up with any.

Within a minute, Mr Ko’s chauffeured black limousine drove up. Grace had no choice but to get into the car with

Mr Ko.

“Thomas, we’ll send Grace back home first,” he said to his chauffeur. “Grace, why don’t you tell Thomas where

you live.”

In her nervousness, Grace leaned forward on the backseat in the huge car to tell Thomas her address, putting her

hands on top of the front seat to pull herself closer to the chauffeur.

If Grace had turned around then, she would have seen Mr Ko staring at her armpits, thinking how sexy they

looked devoid of hair.

Grace told the chauffeur her home address, instead of the address of the downtown hotel where she stayed at

now. It would be difficult to explain to Mr Ko why she was staying in a hotel since it was part of her arrangement

with Royston that she had to do so.

“Yes ma’am,” said the chauffeur, driving off, indicating that he understood the driving route that Grace had just

described to him.

Grace sat back, crossing her legs, smiling at Mr Ko. “Thank you Mr Ko, you needn’t have. I could just take a cab.

I’ve taken up enough of your precious time already.”

“My pleasure Grace.. think nothing of it..” Mr Ko grinned, almost boyishly. His hand was fumbling in his jacket,

looking for something. From his pocket, he pulled out a longish box. “Ah, I almost forgot..”

Gleefully he opened the box, revealing a glittering diamond necklace in it. Grace’s immediately thought,“Oh shit,

he’s definitely hitting on me. Help!”

“A little gift for a beautiful lady..” he offered.

“No, no, I can’t accept it Mr Ko…I’ve not done – “ she started to say, but was interrupted by the older man.

“You’ve not done anything to deserve it? C’mon, its nothing really. Just take it as a token of appreciation from me

for helping my department out on that ball you’re organising, yes? I would want you to wear that when you’re

hosting the ball!”

Grace hesitated, wondering how to refuse the obviously expensive and loaded gift, without offending a powerful

man at her company and jeopardizing her career.

“Well, you have done something to deserve it,” said Mr Ko, as he detached the necklace from its box.

Grace’s heart was beating fast.

“You’re a capable employee of mine, right? And I always reward capable employees… right Thomas?”

“Yes Mr Ko,” replied the chauffeur, “you have always been extremely generous.”

Grace wondered if there was a double meaning to Mr Ko’s comment about the employee bit. Maybe he just meant

that he rewards employees all the time, so there’s nothing special to the gift he’s giving her. But maybe he meant

that if she wanted to continue being an employee, she had better accept the gift. Whatever it was, Grace felt she

was running out of options fast.

“But – “ stammered Grace.

“No buts. You’re not allowed to reject me after having this nice dinner, alright?” he added in a playful tone,

feeling Grace’s resistance waning.

“Here, allow me to put it on for you,” he insisted, moving closing to her. “Turn around,” he instructed, beckoning

with his finger for her to look the other way.

Grace did not have much of a choice as Mr Ko sat right next to her, and put his hands, holding the jewelry piece,

around her neck. Looking out of the tinted car window at the passing traffic, she could feel the clammy touch of

his hands lightly resting on her bare shoulders as he attempted to fasten the catch of the necklace behind her

neck.

“Hold your hair up..” he said. Grace could see him in the reflection of the window. He was so close she could

smell his breath, which reeked a little of the wine.

With her hand holding up her hair at her nape, Mr Ko’s gaze once again wandered to her exposed underarm.

“Mmm… very nice,” he said, fastening the necklace.

Grace turned back, her face betraying her concern.

“Mr Ko, I really really can’t accept this obviously very expensive gift, “she said. Her hands went behind her neck

to unfasten the catch.

Mr Ko was silent, and then it seemed that he was looking again in his jacket for something. It was his personal

digital assistant.

Grace’s fingers fumbled with the necklace catch behind her neck. Why wouldn’t it open? Don’t panic now.. you

don’t want to break it… she told herself.

To her surprise, she suddenly felt Mr Ko’s hand on her thigh. To Grace, the few seconds ticked by, as if in slow

motion.

And then he spoke,“By the way, why did you give Thomas the wrong address? Don’t you stay in Caesar Park

Hotel?”

Grace felt as if a layer of ice has just been frosted upon her heart.

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 5 (MF, blackmail, nc, bd, veg)

** 11 days ago (continued)

Grace struggled in her handcuffs as she was laid down on the king-sized bed in Mr Ko’s bedroom.

Time had passed by so torturously slow initially, with Mr Ko’s chauffeur sending her back home in his limousine.

Then it all happened so fast and sudden that it was a blur in her head. When Mr Ko mentioned the name of the

hotel she was staying at, that was when she realized that he knew her secret. Royston had transferred her

employment, with her signed consent, to another company registered in the Cayman Islands as part of the deal to

keep her secret. Even though she still reported to work at the same office, in reality her status in life was totally

different, including the fact that she no longer had a say over her wardrobe and how she dressed at all times.

Only Royston and Nakamori knew about her staying at a hotel, so that the terms of her new employment would

not raise any undue questions from her family – such as the need to avail herself to accompany clients at all hours

of the day, and the gradually rising hemlines of her skirts. Maybe Mr Shih knew about the hotel too, but she

wasn’t sure. So there was no way Mr Ko knew about it unless one of the three men had told him. He was in on

the blackmail. One minute she was sitting in the back of the limo trying to take off the diamond necklace, the

next minute, the man had taken advantage of her distraction with her hands behind her head to snap on a pair of

cuffs on her wrist. In the ensuing confusion and struggle, he cuffed both her wrists together behind her back.

Watching his helpless, and even more so lovelier, captive struggling with the cuffs on the car seat beside him, Mr

Ko had instructed his chauffeur to drive to his residence instead. When he played a slide-show presentation on

his personal digital assistant and showed it to her, he felt a thrill seeing Grace’s face blanch. The image was

perfect in his mind - her hair tousled and half-covering her face, the brilliant diamond necklace still around

her neck, her wrists cuffed behind her, as she watched the pictures that Royston had sent him.

Ashamed, Grace’s eyes took in the full color photographs displayed on Mr Ko’s handheld device - pictures of

herself posing sexily, scantily clad in the tiniest bikini imaginable. Then there were pictures of her on all fours on

the sofa and floor, with a leash connected to a collar around the neck. Following those were pictures of her topless

with her wrists being tied to a rope suspended from the ceiling.

“Oh, there’s a video clip too!” exclaimed Mr Ko excitedly, and he quickly tapped the screen on his device using a

stylus, and showed it to his captive in the car.

Grace watched on in horror as the video-clip played. Starting from her face, the camera panned over her body -

she was clad only in a tiny bikini bottom, topless, with a dog collar around her neck. Then it showed a close-up of

her being led around the floor, crawling on all fours, being led by a leash. The man holding the leash was

unidentifiable, as the camera only showed his legs.

Mr Ko took in every detail of Grace’s humiliated face, as she heard her own voice clearly in the video-clip – she

was barking like a dog as her human masters walked the bitch around the room, and laughter could be heard

from at least another man and woman at the scene. Getting excited, Mr Ko visualized Grace standing stark naked,

in wrist-cuffs, in front of his clients. He savored the mental image of the unwilling young lady being paraded

with herboobs and pussy hair on display for all to see. Perhaps the audience would enjoy watching her armpits

and pussy hair being shaved. Or humiliate her with a public enema wearing nothing but high heels. Mr Ko

thought about the formal ball where Grace would be the hostess of. She would be wearing no underwear, and

only a sexy dress made from a special see-through material from Nakamori’s fashion circles. She would not know

it, but the garment would look normal to the naked eye. However, an ordinary flashbulb would penetrate the

material so a photograph taken with a flash would reveal her assets completely. And obviously there would be

hordes of photographers from the press, taking pictures at this high profile event.

When they arrived in his residence (instead of the hotel where Grace was put up in), Mr Ko’s chauffeur Thomas

had helped him to carry his lovely captive upstairs to his bedroom. At last, she was lying on his bed, unmoving,

her wrists cuffed to the bedpost at her head. Her eyes however, watched him intently, a fiery hint of defiance

almost waiting to pounce at him.

Staring at her exposed underarms with a lascivious grin, Mr Ko could barely contain his excitement climbing into

bed with the delectable lass. Her sexy armpits were totally devoid of hair or stubble – normally not seeing much

of the light of day in polite company, but were now exhibited for his leisurely examination at close quarters. He

had longed to lick the denuded pits right from when he saw her in that dress at the restaurant. He relished the

moment when he would put his tongue into that warm, soft and sensitive cavity.

To Grace’s shock, Mr Ko grabbed hold of her the underside of her upper arms. Then his face came very close to

hers, and before she knew it, there was an unbearably ticklish and freaky sensation in her armpit , made only

freakier with the spectacle she was witnessing first hand, of a grown man reveling in putting his mouth on her

bare underarm. She was overcome with disgust, and she yelled out and struggled against her bonds as the man

first ravished her left armpit with his mouth and tongue, and then moved onto to her right.

Only when Mr Ko produced a sharp fruit knife, and pressed the cold steel against the skin of her neck, did Grace

quiet down. She rested motionless, twisting her head aside to look away. The man returned to licking her hairless

armpits in peace, switching sides several times until he was satisfied.

Reaching behind Grace’s neck, Mr Ko’s fingers fumbled with the clasp of her halter-neck dress. He unclipped it,

and slid the fine chain-link straps off her sexy shoulders, one side at a time. As he did so, his fingers lightly

brushed against the swell of her collarbones, while his eyes admired the fine veins faintly visible under her fair

skin on her bosom. With the supporting straps tossed aside, the front of Grace’s dress was merely two triangular

pieces of cloth that loosely covered her boobs. Using two fingers, Mr Ko easily uncovered them.

Two strapless, skin-colored, stick-on bra cups were the only barriers that stood between Mr Ko and Grace’s

naked tits now. Slowly, Mr Ko leaned his face towards Grace’s chest, until his nose was less than an inch away

from the surface of her skin, at the point exactly in between her breasts. He took a deep breath in, inhaling her

perfumed scent, remembering all the times she walked past him in the corridor in the office. “You smell lovely

Grace…” he cooed.

“Please let me go Mr Ko… I promise I won’t tell…” Grace pleaded in a pitiful tone.

“You still won’t tell if I DIDN’T let go of you Grace. I tried it the nice way, you know… I thought you would

appreciate the dinner, the diamond necklace and all, but I was wrong. Looks like you like the HARD approach.

Royston was right that you like it rough, EH?”

Coinciding with the end of his sentence, he pulled off the twin bra cups simultaneously in one swift and forceful

motion, sending the silicone cups flying to the foot of the bed. Grace cried out in alarm as her tits were suddenly

displayed in naked glory to the man she was just having a civilized dinner with just half an hour ago.

Mr Ko sucked in his breath audibly, as his beady eyes focused on her fair breasts. He adjusted his glasses and

stared closely. Grace’s pert little tits drove him wild - creamy white in complexion, with small nipples that stood

up like ripe raspberries ready for the picking. Her naked tits exposed to the lecherous gaze of a man that was old

enough to be her father, Grace felt the first pang of humiliation.

Without wasting any more time, Mr Ko fastened his mouth right upon her left nipple, and proceeded to suckle it

like a hungry baby. He sucked in the tip of her breast completely into his mouth, his tongue swirling crazily over

her sensitive nipple, making lewd slurping noises. Grace agonized, and struggled in her bonds, as she was

helpless to prevent the assault on her vulnerable young breasts. His mouth busy working on the nipple, which

was inadvertently becoming hard against Grace’s will, Mr Ko peered up to look at Grace’s face without lifting his

head. He delighted in the look of utter humiliation on the young lady’s face as he sucked even more noisily on

her fair breast.

He paused, and smiled at Grace. The moment Mr Ko moved back, Grace relaxed her tense body, and she felt that

she was able to breathe again. Grace was too humiliated to look him in his eye. But that little action merely made

the man feel more aroused as she tried to look away but could not resist glancing back to see what he was up to.

“I like small breasts,” he confided. “They’re more sensitive. Would you agree?” he said with a perverse grin.

With that, he turned to a drawer beside the bed, and seemed to be searching in there for something. Finding what

he was looking for, he showed it to her. In his hand was a wooden clothes peg. Squeezing her right breast with

one hand, he gleefully opened the jaws of the peg, and brought it to the erect nipple. Taking his

time, he placed the erect nipple between the teeth of the peg which he held open. He delighted in how the young

lady struggled as he slowly let the jaws close onto the sensitive nipple. “Noo… please… don’t” she pleaded, but

her pleas fell on deaf ears. Then he let go of the clothes peg completely – the teeth clamped shut around Grace’s

nipple, and the whole peg was left sticking out from her breast on its own accord. It was quite an obscene sight.

Taking out another clothes peg, he repeated the same, clamping it shut on Grace’s left nipple. He moved back to

admire his handiwork – two wooden clothes pegs standing out like elongated teats on the poor girl’s boobs.

Moving close again to Grace’s face, Mr Ko’s tongue snaked out of his mouth, as he slowly and deliberately ran his

tongue over the side of her face. Grace grimaced and tried to turn her head but without much success. She

endured the middle-aged man’s wet slimy tongue giving her a long lick starting from her chin, across her cheek

and up to her temple. Her struggles caused her to breathe harder and faster, and as he moved back again from

her, Grace’s chest was rising up and down visibly, causing the clothes pegs to jerk back and forth. This only made

her nipples feel even sorer.

He said softly into her ear, "I remember that dinner which Royston brought you along to see Nakamori-san. You

were wearing that famous dress worn by that actress weren't you, baring your tits to everyone that night, like the

slut did in public. Did you think you would tease Mr Ko with your cute titties and get away without me tasting

them?"

Next, Mr Ko pulled out a small cigar shaped pink vibrator from a bedside drawer. “Look what I found,” he said,

grinning at the bound girl on the bed, turning on the vibrator. Holding it by the thin wire he dangled it above the

clothes peg sticking out of Grace’s right breast. Slowly, he lowered it into the space between the handles of the

clothes peg. Upon contacting the clothes peg, the vibrator made a rattling sound as it transferred its vibrations to

the peg, still clamped tightly on Grace’s nipple. Grace felt the sensation going crazy on her nipple. She twisted her

head left and right in protest, and her body squirmed and moved from side to side, trying to escape the assault.

He played with Grace’s nipples like this, teasing them relentlessly for a few minutes. Then he paused and asked,

“Ever thought of making your titties larger Grace?” he said.

With both hands he yanked off the clothes pegs from her nipples simultaneously, causing her to yelp more in

surprise rather than real pain. The pain came about two seconds later as the blood came rushing back to her

tortured nipples, causing an incredible soreness that throbbed. Her nipples were swollen, deep red, and

fully erect.

When Grace opened her eyes, and looked up again, Mr Ko was holding a strange looking device. She soon

realized it was a hand-held suction pump, as he fastened it upon her left breast. Squeezing on the suction balloon

on one end of it, the air sucked out from the device, which had attached to it a clear plastic cone that was open on

its wider end. That open end of the cone was pressed against the tip of Grace’s breast, forming a air-tight

seal. As he squeezed repeatedly on the pump, Grace could feel the suction increasing on her breast – it felt like

someone was pulling at her sensitive breast and her nipple. The outward sucking pressure felt ten times as

strong as Mr Ko suckling on her breast earlier. Letting go of the suction pump, it stayed affixed to Grace’s breast

due to the air pressure. Much to Mr Ko’s delight and her humiliation, Grace’s supple breast bounced back to its

original shape when he released the air from the pump, but her nipple remained sticking out obscenely.

Pulling out another similar pump, Mr Ko fastened it on Grace’s other breast, and started pumping. With two

pumps on her breasts, he sucked out the air again and again. He could observe the shape of her boobs and

nipples through the clear plastic cones fastened with an air-tight seal on her twin peaks, and knew that Grace

could see them too. With each squeeze of the balloon pump (and Mr Ko operated both pumps with both hands

simultaneously), Grace’s small tits reacted to the suction, jutting out, springing back and then getting sucked out

again.

Leaving the pumps on her breasts, Mr Ko produced two lengths of rope from under the bed. Grace struggled as

he spread her legs apart, but could not do anything as he unhurriedly tied them to the bedpost on either side.

Next, Mr Ko played with Grace’s fuzzy pubic hair at the edge of her thong panties. It seemed to him that Grace

had lost her strength now, after her valiant struggle earlier, for she stayed relatively motionless as he touched her

lower body, touched the crease of her thighs, and then touched her pubic mound through her panties. He

contemplated using a shaving blade to shave her, and giving her a nude hairless pussy right there and then. But

he decided he could do that on another day. He was so close to her small warm opening now, which was waiting

to be explored.

Mr Ko leaned down between her legs, and kissed her slit gently through the smooth material of her black silk

thongs, causing her whole body to tense up. He took delight in her increasing discomfort as he touched and

caressed her lower body at his will. Only the soft thin material of the silk fabric separated his probing tongue and

nostrils from the sweet nexus which lay between Grace’s legs. A lovely dessert to end the lovely meal they had at

the restaurant, he thought to himself. Moving still closer he could feel her warm moist heat radiating through the

thin material and caught the scent of her musky fragrance.

Grasping one end of the string that formed the knot on her hip of her side-tie thongs, he pulled on it with two

fingers in a slow, measured action, watching Grace’s frantic expression as he did so, until it came undone.

Repeating with the other end of the string, he pulled at a leisurely pace, till the remaining knot of her thongs had

come undone. Lifting the flimsy piece of garment, he finally gazed down on Grace's small pink opening which

peered out from a trim turf of fine pubic hair. Her labia were closed shyly, glistening like a juice-covered apricot.

Grace could feel the cool air making contact with the opening to her intimate interior, as the last remnant of her

clothing was removed from her. She was now naked and never felt so vulnerable. Her heart was in her mouth

and she wondered what her kidnapper would subject her to next. Her heart pounded. She feared the worst.

With one hand Mr Ko gently caressed her labia lips, causing her lower body to recoil from his touch several

times. Then, laying both his hands on her, he gently opened her labia lips. Mr Ko sat there, staring at her tender

pussy now gaping open. This was the most intimate part of this twenty-five year attractive, young female

executive named Grace looked like. Grace felt waves of humiliation wash over her, threatening to make her break

out in tears – here she was laying on a bed, naked and unable to do anything as this man examined her most

private sanctum, touching her soft pink interior, probing it with his grimy fingers.

He leaned close to her gaping pussy, inspecting it, admiring it. “My god, you’re glistening wet inside my dear

Grace,” remarked Mr Ko. “And.." he paused, sniffing, "the aroma from your pussy is decidedly an obvious

indication of your sexual arousal. If we were still at the restaurant, our waiter could probably smell it too”.

Grace was overwhelmed with shame that she was still wet from her earlier masturbation in the ladies in the

restaurant, under Royston’s instruction. Mr Ko would assume she had gotten wet as he stripped her of her clothes

and toyed with her breasts!

“No... no it's not true," she cried in desperate denial. Would convincing Mr Ko that it was only because she played

with her pussy halfway through dinner with him make her less of a slut?

“That’s alright Grace. Don’t have to be shy. No need to deny…” said Mr Ko.

His face mere inches away from her pussy, he gave it a soft blow with his mouth, causing Grace to cry out softly.

He was fascinated and satisfied to see her pussy contracting involuntarily. The attractive young executive tried to

retract her arms and ankles, but the ropes held them tight. There was nothing she could do as one of the most

senior executives in her company would violate her modesty repeatedly that night.

"This dress that you wore tonight.. simply makes my mouth water you know? And all those tight blouses and

super-short skirts you've been wearing to the office lately, showing off your hot body, making all the cocks stand

up in the office. You get wet thinking about all the cocks you made hard at work, don't you, you little tease? Do

you squeeze your thighs and get off secretly during meetings with the men looking at you? Does your little cunt

leak juices under that table as you have dinner with Mr Ko?"

Grace shook her head, tears coming to her eyes. Restrained, she was unable to cover her ears from all those awful

things he said. Awful but true.

“Do you like vegetables Grace?” he said. Grace did not process what she thought he just said.

Grace’s eyes grew big, and she started to panic as she realized how sick this man was – he was brandishing a

eggplant in his hand ! Shaking her head, she said, “No… no….”

“Ah, just as I thought. You don’t eat your vegetables do you? Well now Mom was right. Vegetables are good for

you. Now because you have been so naughty not eating your vegetables, they are here to teach you a lesson

today.”

Mr Ko took out a condom, and started putting the condom around the eggplant. The eggplant was smooth, deep

purple, about seven inches in length, and two inches in diameter. Grace struggled against her bonds again but

they were too tight.

The older man said, “Since you didn’t eat your vegetables Grace, your pussy is going to eat vegetables today.

Hehehe…” He chuckled, thinking it was a witty joke he had just made.

One of his hands positioned the rubber-encased eggplant at the entrance of her pussy, while the other spread her

lips open, exposing her pink interior as if testing if it were ready to accept the would-be intruder. Grace struggled

in her bonds, terrified at what the madman was going to do.

Mr Ko thought the glint of moisture in Grace’s slit had become more obvious than it was a minute ago, peeking

out slightly between her labia lips. He winked at her, and started to massage her cleft of venus with the eggplant.

Grace started to speak, but found her voice cracking. Pausing to compose her voice, she tried to speak again,

trying hard to control the waves of panic threatening to break her voice. “No please, Mr Ko.. don’t do this to me.

Pleasee…” She could not believe that she was about to be raped by an eggplant brandished by a psychopath.

Her plea fell on dear ears. The eggplant was rubbing her labia minora in a up down motion, revealing more of her

pink tender flesh under Mr Ko's control.

"NO NO NO !" Grace's eyes betrayed her abject panic now, and she pulled on the bonds holding her wrists so

tight her fists started to feel cold.

Slowly but surely, Mr Ko started to coax the head of the eggplant into Grace’s pussy. “Ohhh… you’re so tight,”

he said as the tip of the eggplant slowly disappeared into Grace’s vulva.

"PLEASE DON'T MR KO.. PLEASE I beg you!" Grace cried out in pain as the immense object forced its way into

her vagina. She felt that she was going to be split apart. "I WILL DO ANYTH - No, no, Noooo!

MMMMFFFFFHH"

A hand clamped over her mouth while the other hand kept a firm hold on the eggplant. Mr Ko said, "HUSH.

Shut-up and enjoy. If you keep quiet I might let you go."

As Mr Ko raped her with the eggplant, the breast pumps had her tits and nipples sucked fully into the

transparent plastic cups of the pumps.

"Last week you were on your hand and knees in the conference room, you remember? After that management

presentation?" Mr Ko remarked, his hand firmly holding the vegetable that held her body in thrall. Grace's

terrified mind faintly registered the event. He was referring to when Royston had intentionally dropped some

documents on the floor after the presentation had ended, and made her pick it up in front of everybody.

Grace's body jerked as the eggplant was pushed in another inch. He added, "You were showing everyone your

ass, yah? Wiggling your cute ass to all the directors, asking to be fucked from behind."

Grace's eyes filled with tears as she heard those hateful accusations. "No.. ", she shook her head. Mr Ko's hand

over her mouth lifted, but she tried to keep herself quiet - she lied to herself that he would stop if she

kept quiet like he said. A gurgle escaped her mouth as Mr Ko jiggled the end of the half impaled

eggplant sticking out from her pussy. "Haha.. and Shih told me this morning you were a good fuck alright!"

"Did he fill you as much as Mr Ko here?" he said, his beady eyes betraying a glint of madness, his hand forcing

the purple vegetable in further. "UUGHH..." Grace's body jerked again with the forced instrusion - her

back arched, her fists clenched, and her mouth opened with a silent cry.

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GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 6 (MF, nc, bd, humiliation, veg)

Mr Ko stepped back to examine the sight. Grace was lying there bound, with two suction pumps on her breasts,

and only two inches of a seven-inch eggplant sticking out of her cunt. Her legs were spread wide apart, and she

was still wearing her six inch stiletto heels. Her face was damp with tears that had run down the corner of her

eyes. He contemplated whether he should take a break to take a souvenir picture with his phone camera.

Then he noticed the graphic stitched into the bottom of her heels. It was a tiny cartoon of a man fucking a woman

from behind. “My god, Grace… is this what you like?” said Mr Ko, pointing at the lewd graphic on the bottom of

her high heel shoes – shoes that she had been wearing to the office every day.

“No, Mr Ko - Sir, please don’t misunderstand. It’s Royston… he’s making me wear these heels!” she protested.

“Haha.. how apt.. Royston’s got good taste then. It’s very apt for you. Haha,” he chuckled. His attention returned

to the purplish object lodged deeply in his lovely captive. He held the end firmly like a baton, his elbow bent as

he leaned in close to Grace, increasing the pressure slowly.

Mr Ko questioned, "So Grace, tell me, is the eggplant bigger than any cock you have ever taken?"

"Yes Sir.. Yes!" she gasped. Her mind was hardly able to think with the unbearable sensation of fullness invading

her belly.

“And how many different cocks have you taken in your pussy?”

“Two Sir..” replied Grace, grimacing in anguish.

“Two? Just two? Is that before or after Shih took you?”

“After Sir,” she replied, feeling the pain beginning to throb in her abused vagina.

Mr Ko continued talking to Grace as he kept the eggplant fully buried in her cunt. It aroused him to humiliate this

pretty young thing. He wanted to insult, and hurt her, and abuse her beautiful body. "Bet your boyfriend didn't

know that you craved for bigger cock eh? Bet he didn't know his girlfriend was a cock slut in the office, giving

blowjobs to her colleagues..heck no, even to the old janitor!" He jiggled the eggplant, causing sharp pangs of pain

to shoot through Grace’s lower abdomen.

"So tell me, where were you when you sucked Royston off?" he continued.

"In his office Sir.." she replied weakly.

"Exactly how many times?" he said.

"Twice.." she replied.

"Did you swallow his cum?" he probed. No response at first. The hand holding the eggplant applied some

pressure upwards, causing her hips to buck.

"Y- Yes Sir," she replied, biting her lip in humiliation. In fact, there was one time when he came into her coffee cup

and she had to make coffee with his cum and drink it in front of him.

"And where did you suck the janitor off?" he asked, in a scornful tone.

"In the men's toilet on the second floor Sir.." she replied, contrite.

"Now then, aren't you a naughty little slut?"

"Yes I am Sir," Grace admitted. Her face was already flushed with the effort of enduring the excruciating

sensation of the enormous vegetable over-stretching her petite cunt, but the effort of speaking made her face even

redder.

"Tell me what you are," Mr Ko said.

"A naughty little slut, Sir."

"Of course you are. You go for dinner with Royston's boss, dressed like a hot sex tease, then you take off your

panties in the ladies and return to the dining table with a bare pussy. Your cunthole is wet from being fucked

with an eggplant, your nipples are standing up, and you're lying on my bed with your legs spread and feet still

wearing your stiletto heels - pussy, ass and mouth available for anyone to use.“

“Unfortunately slut -” Mr Ko said, slowly withdrawing the eggplant, relishing the silky web-like strands of

Grace’s juices from her pussy that clung to the vegetable as it emerged from her tunnel. “- you’re mine tonight…

sorry to disappoint we don’t have a larger crowd tonight.“

Grinning, he said, “Looks like your cunt is still hungry Grace. No matter, I have more appetizers to get your

juices flowing for the main course.”

Grace tried to turn her head to see where Mr Ko was reaching for, but could not see very much due to her

restraints.

As Mr Ko turned back, he had a carrot in his hand. One end of the carrot was pointed, but the other end - the

head of the carrot, had a circumference thicker than her wrist! Grace was mortified.

With a sadistic grin on his face, the middle-aged man started to push the pointed end of the carrot into Grace’s

cunt. Grace started screaming, only to have Mr Ko force her black silk thongs into her mouth. He wanted to gag

her so that she would not make too much noise. Not that anyone would hear her in his mansion (besides Thomas)

and come to her rescue, but then he did not want to be distracted from the important task he was about to

perform.

Grace felt the pressure at the entrance of her maidenhood, and then the carrot slid right in to her lubricated

tunnel, causing the girl to scream out in pain and helpless panic.

Her scream was muffled by the thong panties stuffed in her mouth. "Royston tells me he's paying for the hotel

room you're staying in. And that you're keeping this from your boyfriend eh? You're a whore for Royston aren't

you? So why wouldn't you be a whore for me too? EH? YOU FUCKING WHORE". The huge carrot was

jammed into her cunt as Mr Ko spat out the words.

Grace cried out repeatedly for Mr Ko to stop, as her tears flowed freely. Her muffled cries only served to inflame

his desire. Each time she cried out, Mr Ko would squeeze the breast pumps, making her tits and nipples jut out,

and then he would continue pushing the carrot deeper into her cunt. He alternated the twin assault on the young

lady’s breasts and pussy, not letting her rest for a single moment as he continually abused her body. The carrot

stretched her vaginal walls, forcing her vagina opening wider and wider. Finally, he paused, with the carrot

almost halfway in her cunt, where the diameter was almost one and the half inches wide. At this point, all the

color had left her face. Tiny beads of perspiration stood out on her forehead and above her upper lip.

“Would you like more carrot, Grace?” he said, obviously enjoying the tears running down the young woman’s

face.

"MMMMMPPFFFF" Grace struggled. Her cries were muffled by the silk thong panties in her mouth. Mr Ko

reached between her teeth and pulled out the offending undergarment, allowing the stricken girl to speak again.

"PP-please stop Sir… You’re tearing me apart!”

“Well if you want me to stop, you have to say, ‘Mr Ko, please eat my pussy. I like you to eat my wet pussy’, “ the

man said, his hand grasping the head of the carrot still impaled in the girl’s cunt.

Sensing Grace’s hesitation, he pushed the carrot in further, causing it to sink in by another half-inch. Grace cried

out as she felt the tremendous pressure filling up her birth canal. “Pleasse stop! I’ll say it.. I’ll say what you want.”

Mr Ko paused, his hand still on the head of the carrot.

“Mr Ko, please eat my pussy,” Grace said in shame, “I like you to eat my wet pussy.”

Mr Ko grinned on hearing the perverse words come out of the lovely lady’s mouth. “Why should I?” said Mr Ko,

“Is it tasty?”

Fearful of the carrot still in the madman’s hand, Grace quickly replied, “Yes, my pussy is tasty Mr Ko. I know you

would love to taste me Mr Ko, please put your tongue in my pussy!”

“Gladly, my love!” replied the middle-aged businessman.

Picking up the saliva-covered thongs from the bed, Mr Ko forcibly stuffed it back into Grace's mouth.

Grasping the carrot by the head, Mr Ko pulled, and it slid out, leaving a trail of sticky juices behind. The pussy

hole of young Grace was gaping obscenely wide, caused by the forced entry of the large carrot.

Smacking his lips eagerly, Mr Ko buried his nose and mouth between Grace’s wide open legs, relishing his first

taste of her intimate opening. He heard her sharp intake of breath and felt an involuntary shudder running

through her tormented body as his tongue made direct contact with the sensitive slit, exploring the outer edges of

her vagina. He would accept the young woman’s invitation to taste her!

His wandering tongue moved from her outer passages toward her even more sensitive center. Mr Ko did not

hurry and took his time to explore every moist fold of Grace’s young pussy. After some probing with his tongue,

he plunged right in, licking the girl furiously, his tongue snaking and probing deep into her sexual orifice,

dancing in and out of her pleasure tunnel. Grace arched against her restraints, fighting the tender sensations

assaulting her groin. She fought the deeply biting humiliation of this man helping himself to her private parts,

savoring every inch of her most intimate part of her womanhood with his lewd tongue.

Grace's thrashing and muffled screams did not much good, only causing her veins to stand out from her neck,

and her breathing to become labored. Her bonds held her wrists and ankles completely immobile. Grace

struggled valiantly, fighting off the sinful, alluring sensations emanating from down under.

Mr Ko noted that the small pink nub that was the female executive’s clit lay buried within the moist folds of her

vagina, but this would soon change as the incessant licking of her cunt-hole continued.

“Mmmm…my my, you taste quite exquisite dear Grace. I would say I like your taste even better than Ming’s!”

proclaimed the man, as he paused from his meal of feminine honey, licking his chops.

Grace squeezed her eyes shut as she saw Mr Ko come up for an instant - she wondered what was smeared around

his mouth and on his glasses, then realised in humiliation it was her vaginal juices - before he dived down again

between her legs.

Before long, Mr Ko tasted a new wetness through the quivering walls of the young lady’s cunt while his nose

detected the unmistakable odor of her increased arousal. Pleased with himself, Mr Ko started flicking his tongue

lightly against Grace’s clitoral hood and inner labia lips, which had started to become firmer and fuller. Engorged

with blood, the cunt lips were starting to stand out on their own, presenting the tiny pearl that was her clit.

As Mr Ko's tongue touched the clit, this elicited a round of violent muffled protests from the girl whose body

tensed up involuntarily each time he made contact with the little nub. As his captive arched her back,

the breast pumps would sway about, but remain firmly attached to her breasts due to the suction pressure.

Grace was shocked when she felt a wet, ticklish sensation on her perineum – the erogenous zone between her

pussy and her asshole. The startling realization that Mr Ko was licking her asshole next disgusted her. He was

cleaning her anus with his tongue! It was an indescribable, weird feeling that was new to her.

As Mr Ko licked the female executive’s puckered anus, making her squirm uncontrollably, he would periodically

dip his fingers into the by now generously lubricating cunt of hers.

The maddening licking of her anus stopped. Grace’s body relaxed immediately when the assault ceased, and her

back rested once more on the bed. She had a fine sheen of perspiration on her forehead and upper lip, and her

chest was heaving.

So exhausted she was that she did not resist when Mr Ko smeared her juices coating his hand all over her mouth

and chin. A moment later, she was vaguely aware of his shadow moving over her face, and then he was kissing

her lips! Finding her wits back, Grace tried to resist his kisses, but he was much too strong for her, as he shared

her juices from his face by joining his mouth with hers. His hand held her chin tightly, preventing her from

attempting to turn her head from side to side, while her gagged mouth could not close fully with the thongs

stuffed inside. There was nothing she could do as his tongue forced its way between her lips, feeling her teeth and

gums, the same tongue that had just been rimming her anus. Grace stopped fighting and squeezed her eyes shut.

She could only pray for the nightmare to end quickly, letting him have his way, letting him explore her mouth,

letting him violate her orally as he had violated her vaginally and anally.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mr Ko sat up from his tongue tango with his inert prisoner. He reached under

his bed, and took out the last object that he would sexually assault his young female employee with. It was a

cucumber. Large, green and speckled brown, with a bumpy, undulating surface. Three inches thick, nine inches

long. He held the enormous vegetable in front of his fevered, glazed eyes – soon he would know how far it would

go in Grace’s cunt!

He laid the cucumber down on the bed, between Grace's thighs. With his other hand, he pulled out the thongs

from Grace's mouth, creating long strands of saliva connecting to the removed undergarment.

Grace's eyelids flipped open. She asked herself once again if the ordeal was over, only to have her eyes lay upon

the gigantic phallic object in the man's hand. Mr Ko had removed her gag because he wanted to hear her this

time.

Grace strained against her restraints, crying out feebly as Mr Ko pushed in the cucumber, one inch at a time. He

would stop for a few seconds each time and then continue the onslaught. Grace's voice was hoarse, and she could

not muster any more energy to fight nor to scream.

“Uhhhhhhggggh……sstop.." she whimpered like a small child, her voice breaking like her spirit. As he bore

down on the huge cucumber, forcing it into the poor girl with one hand, the thumb of his other hand was rubbing

her swelling clitoris through its hood. He would alternate this action, with his finger-tip flicking lightly against

her anus, causing her body to twitch involuntarily with each flick or rub.

"Aiiiieeee!! Ppplease stop… I beg of you!”, she cried in agony. Grace felt like she being split apart, as the massive

phallic vegetable invaded her tender vagina, inch by inch. Her lower abdomen protruded with the pressure, and

she panted and perspired profusely. Every now and then, he would pump the suction cups on her breasts,

sucking her nipples out till they stood out lewdly. The repeated clit touching and anus flicking would cause her

to involuntarily contract her pelvic floor muscles as the man relentlessly raped the helpless girl with the

cucumber. Finally he pushed the massive foreign object so far that it hit her cervix. At this point, Grace's heart

was beating fast from the ordeal that she was subjected to. Her chest rose and fell visibly with her quickened

breathing. Mr Ko noted that her face, neck and chest were flushed red.

"You know Grace," said Mr Ko, his hands on the breast pumps, "When I first noticed you after you joined Shih's

department, I already figured you out. While new in the company, you were already haughty - the way you

strutted around in your high heels, your perfect make-up and designer suits, and how you ignored the guys'

attention in the office - on the outside anyway. But when I saw the video clip of you crawling on all fours, that

confirmed what I knew the first time I set my eyes on you. That deep down inside, you're just a bitch wanting to

be tamed and controlled." He removed the breast pumps, leaving a ring of redness around her sensitive tits.

The pounding of her heart in her ears was louder than Mr Ko. While her assailant’s words faded in and out of her

consciousness, she was more concerned with a certain tingly feeling that was starting from the depths of her

pelvic region.

Mr Ko noticed that the pupils of Grace’s eyes were dilated, and her areolas had become noticeably enlarged. Once

again he turned his attention towards the small pinkish-red nub of her clitoris. The more he touched it earlier, the

harder it got. The exquisite pearly organ now lay totally exposed to him, having emerged from its hood, seeming

like it wanted more excitement. With her heightened state of arousal, Grace's labia were also swollen to the

maximum in a dark red color.

Mr Ko felt Grace's body shiver and jerk almost off the bed as his tongue flickered against the sensitive, hard little

nub. As he continued the sweet torment, Mr Ko's gaze never wavered from Grace's face, and he took increasing

satisfaction in watching Grace fight a losing battle. Pushing the cucumber in and out, he stopped a moment as he

noted her moist lips and glazed eyes, and then gently took hold of her clitoris between his teeth and ground the

fully erect nub. The effect on Grace was instantaneous and an involuntary moan escaped her moist parted lips.

Her body now had a mind of its own. Her labia, clitoris, vagina, and pelvic organs had enlarged fully in the same

way an aroused penis would enlarge. Intoxicated with pleasure, her fevered body responded to every minute

flick of Mr Ko's teasing tongue, trapped on the plateau of excitement. There on the plateau, Mr Ko would hold her

for several minutes before she was about to orgasm.

His hand worked the uneven cucumber harder now, pumping in and out of her wet maidenhood like an

oversized cock ramming her hole. "Do you want to be my pet bitch?,” said Mr Ko, aware that each bump and

ridge in the cucumber’s surface caused her tiny spasms of jarring pain and dull pleasure at the same time as it

rode under her excited clit. “Deep down inside you actually love being humiliated, don't you? You crave to be led

around on a leash, and to urinate and defecate only at your owner's command. The thought of being a bitch slave

makes you cream in your panties. Like you were in the restaurant just now anticipating how I would use you

after dinner."

Mr Ko pulled out the large cucumber. It dripped with Grace’s silky secretions as it slid out. Her pussy hole was

gaping wide open, exhibiting her pinkish tender insides to him, an obscene reminder of the immense size of the

vegetable that had just raped her tight young pussy. His mouth returned again to her fully erect clitoris. The

small pink organ had assumed a bright reddish color, fully engorged with blood. Flicking his tongue gently on

the quivering small nub, he could feel Grace's body tense and stiffen immediately.

“If you're my pet bitch, I would bring you to some very special and private dog shows - you will do me proud

there with all the other pet owners watching. They would run their hands on your head and over your body,

feeling the texture of your hair and your soft skin. They will scratch you behind your ears and pat you on your

head or your bare ass. You will be probed by all the admiring guests, who will be watching closely to see just how

well-groomed you are and how obedient you are to your handler. They would admire the jewelry that you will

be wearing on your nipples and clit. What do you think of that grace?"

Without warning, Mr Ko engulfed her small clitoris into his mouth completely, and sucked strongly on the

quivering nub of nerves. Already on the edge, Grace could only manage an unintelligible moan of protest before

her whole body jerked and convulsed uncontrollably in a strong spasm. Mr Ko felt her velvety cunt walls

contracting around his tongue, and he tasted the liquid fire of her imminent sexual release erupting.

A cry of despair escaped her lips as her body reached its final climax, lifting Grace's slender body off the bed. Her

back arched convulsively, with nipples thrusted outwards and her eyes rolled back. Fists clenched, and nipples

hard as stones, she could only helplessly ride the waves of carnal pleasure as her body drank in the sheer bliss of

the intense orgasm.

Unable to stop herself, the muscles of her vagina, uterus, and anus experienced rapid rhythmic contractions and

relaxations. She was cumming hard! Grace wailed as she caved in to a powerful sense of anguish and

helplessness as her sex flush and intensely pleasurable sensations spread through her body with the sudden

discharge of accumulated sexual tension. Her confused mind was marginally aware that Mr Ko was keeping his

mouth fixed on her still twitching cunt that had betrayed her. Mr Ko knew she had an intense orgasm, for he

counted fifteen muscle contractions, the first ten occurring at intervals of almost a second each, and the last few

contractions less intense and occurring more randomly.

Coming to, Grace felt like a total slut and whore when she became conscious of what her rebellious body had

done and what Mr Ko’s mouth and tongue were still preoccupied with. Her juices had rushed out like a flood

upon her climax, causing a large wet spot below her bum, spreading out on the bedsheet. Mr Ko had lapped up

her abundant secretions as it erupted like a geyser, drinking as much in as he can while it lasted. When her

orgasm had finished, he was cleaning up the remaining drops around her cunt and on her inner thighs with his

tongue...

***

Grace turned off the shower tap, pushing out of her mind the events that happened to her eleven days ago. The

memories that she had actually orgasmed while she was being sexually assaulted by Mr Ko plagued her

continuously for the last week. Coming out of the shower, she dried her body with a towel. She opened her

wardrobe, and saw the outfit that she was meant to wear to her photography shoot that evening.

Putting on a fresh pair of panties, she sat down on the bed. Her eyes rested on the anklet on her leg, looking at the

number of tiny blue beads on the anklet. There were six, signifying that she had been used by six people, not

including her owner, Nakamori. Her mouth had been used by Royston and the old janitor from the office. Her

mouth was considered public property. There was also Steve the bellboy. She had given George from the

accounting department a handjob, right after he witnessed her giving a blowjob to Royston. Mr Shih had fucked

her brutally.

The day after the dinner with Mr Ko, Grace had been given another blue bead to add to her chain anklet. Mr Ko

too, had fucked her. Not with his penis, but with an eggplant, carrot and cucumber. It turned out that Mr Ko was

an impotent man. Because he could not physically copulate with women, his fetish was to use phallic fruits and

vegetables on them, a psychological substitute as it were, for fucking them. He also tongue-fucked her. Tasted her

cunt, her mouth, her armpits, and her asshole. Unlike the other times she was used though, this was the first time

she orgasmed when she earned her bead, and this fact wracked her with shame and guilt.

When Mr Ko had finally unlocked Grace’s handcuffs because she said she had to pee, she took the opportunity to

flee from his house. She returned to her hotel only in her torn dress - bare-feet, without panties and bra.

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 7 (MF, forced exhib, toy)

** 10 days ago: THE ORGASM TRAINING

“All you need to do Grace is to ask me for permission to orgasm. You are trying so hard not to cum aren’t you? Why do you deny what your body wants Grace? Once you let go and give your body what it clearly wants, I will stop,” said Royston.

When she got into the office, Royston had made her take out the shiny cigar shaped vibrator from her handbag and then made her insert it into her pussy. He then sent her on errands all around the office. Orgasm was a privilege, not a right, he told her. Her owner wanted him to see to it that she learnt that orgasm was the reward for good behavior and obedience.

After half an hour of the vibrator humming in her, she returned to his office. Her face was blanched. Clearly, the effort of not succumbing to the sweet pleasure of orgasm was a challenging one. “Please stop,” she had pleaded with Royston. When he told her his condition for stopping the orgasm training, as he called it, she refused to do it. It was one thing to have her mouth and pussy used against her will, but it was quite another to ask Royston for permission to orgasm, like she wanted it – it was simply too humiliating. She told herself that she would endure it.

Grace was obstinate, so she left Royston’s office unfulfilled, and went back to her cubicle, walking like she was tipsy. She could feel her pussy tingling, the juices sloshing in her cunt desperately seeking release. The vibrator kept her on a constant state of arousal. Royston’s rules were that if she did not cum, the vibrator would stay in the whole day, and he would turn it on every hour or two. If she orgasmed with permission, she would be punished.

Grace contemplated going to the restroom and removing the vibrator without telling Royston. But he warned her that if she removed the vibrator without permission, she would be punished severely – for instance, sucking the old janitor Chong’s cock for five bucks anytime that he wanted it, or a night with the mailroom man doing everything he wanted. While she resisted Royston’s invitation for her to humiliate herself by asking him for permission for something as private as her orgasm, Grace did not yet dare to oppose him or deceive him by removing the vibrator without his consent.

After all, if she made him unhappy, he had the power to make her life miserable – he controlled every aspect of her life now, including where she had to go at all hours of the day or night, and what she wore on her body. What made it worse was that Grace herself signed that contract, in return for him keeping the secret of her theft safe. Just that morning, he had messaged her on her cellular phone, before she went to work. He congratulated her for having spent her first night with Mr Ko, but also berated her for leaving her high-heel shoes behind. He told her to expect punishment, but she did not expect it to be humiliation at the hands of the bellboy who tailed her yesterday on her way to the restaurant and discovered that she had disobeyed instructions. She had purchased and worn a stick-on bra under that sexy dress that she wore to have dinner with Mr Ko, and Steve the bellboy from her hotel had discovered it.

That morning, Grace discovered that even the bellboy would have a hold on her life. Previously she already had to model different office clothes and undergarments for Steve to choose for her to wear to the office – Royston’s way of humiliating her. Every morning, she had to change into different g-strings and thongs that he brought her from Royston, and she had to parade in the underwear in front of him so that he could make a choice of what the sexy young executive would wear underneath her office clothes that day. But that morning it would get worse.

First of all, he was late…

Grace was pacing up and down in her hotel room, waiting for her office clothes to arrive. If she turned up late for work, Royston would be sure to punish her. It would be very bad considering that he already said he was going to punish her for leaving her high heel shoes in Mr Ko’s residence. She contemplated calling up the concierge to ask for Steve, but decided it was too embarrassing; most hotel guests would be looking for any bellboy, not a particular one, and she did not fancy having to explain that she would have no clothes to wear to work if Steve did not bring her any.

When Steve finally rang her doorbell, she quickly ushered him in, forgetting for an instant that she was wearing the translucent nightgown which she was made to wear to bed every night.

Steve had a sheepish grin on his face as he walked in with the suiter and a large paper bag. As usual, he didn’t make any pretense about staring at Grace’s darker colored nipples barely visible underneath the thin, diaphanous material of the sleeping gown. Below, she was wearing a lacy pair of boyshorts-style panties, which she was given to wear.

“I’m going to be late for work you know!” Grace said in a cross tone.

“Sorry!” said Steve, still grinning. “Oh, there’s new instructions today,” he said, handing Grace the sealed envelope. Grace opened the envelope and took out the paper, turning around to read it, away from the bellboy’s eyes.

The typewritten note simply said: “From now on, change in front of Steve. No more changing in your bathroom. Make sure you wear what is given OR ELSE don’t wear it at all”

Grace felt her temperature rising a few notches, but said nothing. Steve was still grinning – she could have sworn he knew what was in the note even though the envelope was sealed! He must have told Royston that she changed in the bathroom the last time she had to model the different undergarments for him to choose.

“You have these this morning,” Steve said, holding up a pair of knee-high boots made of polished black leather. “You lost your shoes last night, I heard?”

Grace stared at him, wondering how much he knew. Surely Royston can’t be serious to expect her to wear knee-high boots to the office?!

“There’s also this,” the bellboy said. In his palm, was a tiny blue bead. The memories of the previous evening with Mr Ko came back like a bad dream, and she pushed it out of her mind.

Grace took it from his palm, undid her anklet, and threaded the bead through it. She quickly put the anklet, now with five beads, back on.

“What does it mean?” said Steve inquisitively.

“Curiosity killed the cat,” Grace replied curtly.

Opening the suiter and bag, she took out her clothes for the day. The top, jacket and skirt was nothing she didn’t expect – the top was figure hugging and low-cut as usual, while the skirt only covered half her thighs. Still it wasn’t as short as the day before, so she almost heaved a sigh of relief. She was shocked when she came to the underwear though. As Grace picked up the panties to wear – which was made of baby blue silk, she saw that there was a damp spot in the crotch area on the outside. The large damp spot was fairly obvious as it was dark blue rather than the light baby blue.

Every weekday morning, the bellboy had a lucky task of delivering this sexy lady’s clothes to her hotel room, and picking up the previous day’s clothes that she wore. Like many mornings before, this morning before he delivered the clothes to Grace, Steve had been in the men’s room. Sitting down on the toilet seat, Steve had pulled out a pair of crumpled panties from his pocket – it was the pair that Grace had worn two days ago. It was full of her womanly odor. That day Royston had turned on the vibrator in Grace’s cunt in generous doses, causing her to lubricate copiously into her panties. Putting the used undergarment over his nose and mouth, Steve inhaled deeply and felt his cock hardening, as he pictured in his mind the mental image of Grace in the professional office clothes. As he undid his pants, his other hand searched into the bag of the fresh clothes that he would be delivering, and pulled out a pair of panties. Steve groaned in pleasure as he wrapped the silk panties around his cock, feeling the soft material around his shaft. Unable to stop himself, he masturbated. With Grace’s heady feminine smell flooding his nose, and the cool, silky material wrapped around his cock, it took only half a minute before he ejaculated into its crotch panel.

Steve felt his cock hardening again now as he watched Grace holding up the silk panties, her nose screwed up in disgust as she realized what it was. With an expression of shock and anger, she showed the damp spot to Steve, saying, “What the hell is this?? You’re disgusting!” In the center of the large damp spot on the inside crotch of the otherwise clean silk panties was a pearly white substance.

This was not the first time she caught him. The last time, it was just a drop of pre-cum that created a tiny damp spot, which Steve had tried to wipe off. This time round, it was a full spunk load, still steaming fresh. And he obviously did not even try to hide it from her, the fact that he had ejaculated into the panties that she would be wearing.

Grace went into the bathroom with the panties. Steve watched her. She put a towel under the tap, making it damp. It looked like she was going to clean his spunk off with the wet towel. Steve decided to give it a gamble.

“You’re not supposed to wipe it off,” he said softly.

“What?” said Grace, pausing to look at him incredulously. “What did you say?”

“I said you CANNOT wipe it off,” the bellboy said more boldly, “you don’t have permission to.”

Grace had a defeated look on her face. It worked! Steve was tempted to do a handstand but contained his excitement, as he did not want his deceit to be detected by her.

“Can I have permission to wipe it off?” Grace asked.

Steve held his breath. He couldn’t believe he actually had a hand in controlling this lovely creature. She was actually asking for permission to wipe off his spunk from her panties that he wanked off in!

“No, I’m sorry,” he replied.

Grace looked even more defeated. Unless she decided to go pantiless to the office that day – which she feared would be a disaster with the short skirt that she was wearing – she had to wear the panties with the bellboy’s cum in them.

Still dressed in her translucent nightgown, Grace stepped out of her boyshorts panties in front of Steve, trying to do it quickly. Steve stared unabashedly at the lovely vision of the lady revealing her thatch of pubic hair, set in the apex of where her slender legs adjoined to her young womanly hips. This she revealed to him for the first time, making his cock bulge painfully in his pants.

Grace stepped into the silk bikini panties, gingerly pulling them up past her knees, thighs and then to her hips. As her crotch came into contact with the wet spot in the panties, a sharp pang of deep biting humiliation shot through her chest – it was disgustingly wet and squishy. Putting on the rest of the office clothes that Steve brought, her face and neck stayed hot with embarassment as she could feel the guy’s cum sticking to her intimate parts. Steve had sat down on the bed, enjoying the whole show. Quickly putting on her makeup, and then the high boots, Grace hurriedly left her hotel room, ignoring Steve.

In the hotel lobby, Grace had contemplated changing out of the panties and cleaning it in the ladies, before taking a cab to the office, but decided she did not have time. She did not want to risk giving Royston an excuse to punish her for coming to the office late. So wearing the figure-hugging open-breast jacket, clingy top that was cut amply low to show her bosom, tight short skirt that barely covered her ass, flashy black boots that went up to her knees, and baby blue silk panties with Steve’s cum stuck on the inside crotch panel, Grace hopped into a taxi. Her outfit screamed sexual promiscuity, but she had no choice. When she walked, she felt the semen on the inside of her panties brushing against her cunt lips. As she sat in the taxi quietly, she had no choice but to keep her legs closed, wondering if the semen would stick to her pubic hair as it dried.

Minutes after Grace walked out of Royston’s office, where he had just told her his condition for stopping the orgasm training, she felt sick, physically and mentally.

She was outside the ladies on the first floor of the office when it happened. The receptionist asked if she was alright. Grace was stooping over, with her arms folded over her stomach. It was as if she suddenly had a major cramp. The toes of her feet were pointing inward toward each other. Royston had turned on the vibrator remotely, the first onslaught for the morning.

Grace replied to the receptionist that she was just having bad cramps. With much effort, Grace took one step at a time, to try to make her way back to her cubicle to sit down. The slim silver vibrator was buzzing industriously in her cunt, secured in place by the baby blue silk thongs. At the control of a button from somewhere else in the office, the vibrator roared alive, barraging her tender pussy relentlessly. Her pussy was feeling especially tender after being sexually assaulted by Mr Ko the night before. But what made her feel nauseous now wasn’t the memory of what Mr Ko did to her, or the feeling of warmth building up in her pelvic region. It was the sensation of Steve’s cum, the squishy damp spot in her thongs that stuck to her vulva. The knowledge that within minutes, the entrance of her vagina would be oozing her secretions, mixing with Steve’s cum. It was the humiliating recollection that moments ago, when she had to peel down her thongs to show Royston, how he laughed at her when he saw how Steve’s pearly trail had stuck to her pussy lips and pubic hair. The fear, anxiety and shame when she had to insert the vibrator into herself despite Steve’s cum being all over her pussy lips. The cruel laughter rang in her ears.

Ever since she was raped by Mr Shih, she had taken the pill every day. She could not bear the thought of getting impregnated by her boss, or by any of the men whom she now had to put out for. She struggled to walk, if in a slightly weird gait back to her cubicle, feeling the chain around her ankle and the beads that reminded her that she was someone’s property, to be used at someone else’s pleasure. When she inserted the silver vibrator into her pussy earlier, careful as she was not to touch her cum-coated pussy entrance (and so she had to spread her legs real wide in front of Royston), she imagined that some of Steve’s cum had gotten stuck to the cigar shaped vibrator as it was pushed past her pussy lips by her own fingers. Thinking about the bellboy’s cum-bits inside her pussy, Grace felt like vomiting. She certainly did not want to be impregnated by the teenager if the pill failed to work.

Grace pulled on a black vinyl skirt from her wardrobe, as her mind went over the events that were only ten days ago. Because she refused to ask permission to cum, Royston had given her the vibrator treatment regularly over the next three days in the office. He had set her deadlines to get a load of chores done - she was sent on errands around the office, delivering documents to various people, fetching coffee for him, or borrowing a file from someone. All the time with the vibrator buzzing in her cunt, wreaking havoc on her body and sanity.

To her chagrin, the knee-high boots she wore as a replacement for the high heels she lost attracted even more attention. Who was this bold young thing dressed like a slut, strutting around the office in high boots and a short skirt, inviting stares from everyone? People in the office would be talking behind her back, gossiping about how she had no regard for the office dress code, and rumors that she had been seen having dinner with Mr Ko at a downtown restaurant. Grace saw the looks, the hushed tones when she walked by the pantry or into the ladies, and she knew that her co-workers had been talking about her.

Nobody else wore something so outrageous in the entire office block. And not only did she dare to wear such slutty clothes, she had the audacity to go out in public without any panties. Grace squeezed her eyes shut as she recalled the sordid details.

** 8 days ago

The bellboy had also chosen for her black fishnet lace top thigh-high stockings to go with the high boots and ultra-short skirt. When she walked through the hotel lobby to hail a taxi to work, Grace realized just how much attention she would get. The lace tops of her stockings were already clearly visible when she was not walking, due to the shortness of her skirt. When she did walk, one would occasionally glimpse her white thighs above the black tops of her stockings. Walking past a bunch of tourist crowding the reception area at the hotel lobby, she felt the chatter in the lobby suddenly dissolve. All eyes were on her. The men’s jaws dropped, while their wives elbowed them or shot her dirty looks. A bunch of young teenagers turned to stare at her openly. To her utmost embarrassment, she got propositioned while waiting for a cab outside her hotel, being mistaken for a streetwalker.

What made it worse was the fact that she was not wearing panties. Steve had wanted a blowjob for giving her panties. She refused to give him one, so she left the hotel room pantiless. In the cab, she had to take care not to flash herself when she sat down in the backseat and when she got out of the cab. Still she could feel the cab driver’s eyes on her the whole trip from the rear view mirror.

At her office building, Grace saw the looks on the faces of the security guards who were screening the morning office crowd reporting to work. She did not want to guess what they were thinking. After all they found a metallic silver vibrator in her handbag the last time it set off the metal detector. They looked at her office security pass and checked her name. They ogled her legs. They smiled at each other.

Reporting at Royston’s office, she was in for more humiliation. Royston had instructed her to open her legs to take the vibrator in her cunt. That was when he found out she wasn’t wearing panties.

“You didn’t want to suck his cock?” Royston had chuckled when she explained why she wasn’t wearing the panties that were delivered to her hotel room. “Perhaps you’d rather not wear panties for good?” he asked.

“No… please Sir.. I do want to wear the panties you have picked for me. But.. it’s so humiliating to - you know.. I feel so… so cheap to be giving him a blowjob for it,” Grace pleaded.

“Cheap? Haha… the moment you stole that money, you’ve become a worthless slut, not cheap, but worthless. You’re a worthless slut that has already sucked quite a few cocks Grace, “ said Royston, pointing to the beads on her anklet, “what’s the difference to suck one more? I think you’re getting to be a real expert cock-sucker. Nakamori would be real pleased to know you’re training yourself up to be an oral cumslut,” Royston guffawed.

The insulting remarks made Grace felt like she was being slapped. And she could not fight back.

“And Chong paid you twenty bucks for a suck last time, didn’t he?” Royston grinned. Chong was the office janitor. Royston had blackmailed Grace to seduce him and suck him off after Royston just found out that Grace had stolen money from the company.

“Yes, Sir, “ Grace admitted. She hated it when Royston took every opportunity to remind her of the disgusting things that she had been blackmailed to do.

“Twenty bucks is pretty cheap then,” Royston said, his words laced with insult. “You think you’re some kind of high class whore? Maybe you will need to start getting used to charging five bucks for a suck.” (In his mind, Royston had a visual of Grace’s male colleagues, lining up outside the executive men’s toilet, waiting their turn to get fellated by Grace for five bucks.)

“And you know what, I never wrote the note to ask you to change your clothes in front of the bellboy. I guess he came up with that one.. haha…” Royston laughed.

Grace felt flabbergasted. Steve had deceived her!

“Still, it isn’t a bad idea. So from now on, you WILL change in front of him. And if he wants certain favors in exchange for an item of clothing, so be it.” Royston had an amused look on his face as he said this.

Grace was crestfallen, and she felt like crying. Swallowing the emotions welling up inside of her, she sat there on Royston’s sofa, her legs open docilely as he inserted the metallic vibrator into her. He told her, “Since you’re not wearing panties, I don’t know how this vibrator is going to stay in you. I guess your cunt will have to hold it in as you are walking.”

Grace could just imagine what it would be like to be walking in the office, squeezing the vibrator as it hummed inside her. She knew that when the smooth cylinder came on, she would involuntarily squeeze her pelvic muscles as the toy emitted pleasurable vibrations to her sensitive cunt walls and indirectly to her unwillingly aroused clit. The tensing of her vaginal muscles would naturally tend to push the vibrator out of her vagina. She could just imagine if the vibrator popped out – it would drop out between her legs in a flash as she was pantiless. To ensure this did not happen, she would have to force herself to relax her pelvic muscles even with the vibrator humming deep in her pussy. This thought did not thrill her at all. In her previous experience, the more she tried to relax, and the more her pubic muscle experienced rapid relaxation and forced contractions from stimulation, the faster she would reach the inevitable orgasm. Grace pulled her skirt down, and stood up. She could definitely feel the vibrator inside of her, filling her cunt.

“You know what..” said Royston, looking at his watch, “I want you to go out and buy lunch for me – the sandwich shop across the street is fine..”

Grace raised her eyebrows, her mouth open. But she did not dare to refuse. Resisting would make it worse. Buying takeout lunch for Royston meant that she would have to pass through the security gates in the building lobby once more. The metal detector could well go off again, alerting the security guards of the metallic object hidden between her legs. Royston would definitely be turning on the vibrator knowing that she had to go through the metal detector, and go to the crowded sandwich shop during peak hour. Pantiless, there was also a good chance the wind might catch her skirt as she crossed the busy street and jostled with the lunchtime crowd.

“You know which one I am referring to?” said Royston. “No not this street, the one after the traffic light.”

“Yes Sir..” said Grace demurely.

Grace shifted her weight, feeling the small but heavy metallic object inside of her. Taking a few steps slowly, she started toward the door. The high heel boots she wore forced her to push her ass out and rotate her hips in order to keep her balance as she walked, so she clearly felt the cylindrical object ensconced within her labia lips. She would have to keep it snug, no – totally concealed in her body. If the vibrator did turn on, this time round it would not be nesting against her slit in her panties, it would be completely and thoroughly embedded in her soppy, soppy cunt. To make it worse, if it did pop out from her cunt, the wire that connected to the receiver strapped to her waist would mean that the vibrator would be dangling between her legs (the skirt would be too short to hide it), rather than dropping to the ground. The humiliating would be devastating, as she could imagine so many pairs of eyes already on her because of what she wore. The lobby downstairs, the street outside, the pedestrian crossing and the sandwich shop would all be packed with human traffic and curious onlookers. Grace regretted not having worn panties. Standing in the elevator as several men got in, she could already feel the vibrator starting to hum.

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 8 (MF, mast, public humiliation)

** 7 days ago: CHOICES

“If you want your panties, you gotta suck my cock,” said Steve. “No compromise today,” the bellboy added. He held up a gossamer mesh thong.

Steve was elated. Just a few days ago, his cock had grown hard after watching the pretty Grace change in front of him – not just her clothes but even her underwear. It was the first time he saw her naked body. But that was not the best part. That day, he had ejaculated in her panties and forbidden her to clean it off, and made her put it on. He wanked off five times the rest of that day, thinking of how Grace was wearing the cum-coated panties around in her office, knowing that her pussy lips would be in contact with his sperm for the whole day. It was only yesterday when he came up with the brilliant idea of asking Grace for a blowjob in return for her panties.

Grace looked at the bellboy standing in her hotel room. She thought him to be nineteen or twenty years old. She thought she could sweet-talk him into giving her the panties, but he refused. Like all the other days, Steve had brought for her the clothes she would wear to the office today, clothes that Royston had chosen for her to wear. This included her bra and panties.

“So are you going to suck my cock or not? You’re not going to get your panties otherwise,” the bellboy said matter-of-factly.

“How about I jack you off instead?” Grace offered. “You can come into my hand,” she said.

The bellboy blinked. That wasn’t what he expected. The previous day, Grace had tried to sweet-talk him, and make him settle for a free grope but he refused. She had stormed off then. He considered if he should refuse to compromise, but he would risk all then.

“Umm… well alright, just for you Grace,” he grinned.

“Do you want to stand up or lie down?” Grace said, not believing the words she was saying. She could not look at Steve as she said this. She felt cheap.

“I’ll stand up,” said Steve. The bellboy took off his pants, facing Grace, who sat down on a chair in front of him.

Pulling down his briefs, Grace quickly got to work, massaging his semi-erect pecker into stiff hardness. It wasn’t hard for Steve to get excited as he stared at Grace’s barely covered slim thighs under that very short skirt, and the deep cut of her white blouse which exposed the top of her bosom. The curves of her fair breasts were pushed up high by the maroon bra cups in an alluring vision that fanned his fire of desire, growing by the minute in his loins.

As Grace masturbated him, Steve looked down at the heavenly picture of his cock in the goddess’s small hand, moving up and down.

“Mmm, you’re so pretty. I want to cum on your face,” said Steve.

Grace glared at him, still wanking his hard cock. “NO,” she said.

“Please?” said Steve.

She stopped masturbating him.

“We had a deal,” Grace insisted.

“Alright..please don’t stop,” Steve said. He was taking in the image of the attractive young executive all dressed up to go to work in her sexy office wear, waiting only for her panties. He stared at the top of her bra-encased breasts through the top of her white blouse.

Grace continued wanking the bellboy. Her mind began to zone out again – she recalled what happened the rest of the day before, after Royston had allowed her to wear the pantyhose without panties to hold the vibrator in.

There was a department discussion in the conference room. To her great humiliation, Royston had made her get up in front of everyone to take down notes on the white board, knowing how short her skirt was, and knowing that she was feeling especially vulnerable not wearing her panties. It was his way of punishing her for not asking permission from him for not wearing the panties given to her, even if it wasn’t her fault that the bellboy did not want to give it to her unless she agreed to give him a blowjob.

Each time she turned to write on the whiteboard, she could feel everyone in the room looking up her short skirt. She was sure they could see that this slut was not wearing panties under the pantyhose. She was sure all the guys’ lustful eyes were roaming all over her exposed ass, thinking of how her shameless cunt deserved a hard fucking. She was sure all the women in the room would have spotted the end of the vibrator and the wire peeking out from her needy cunt, and whispering to each other that this slut Grace was aching for a real penis to fill her inside in place of the vibrator that occupied it. She saw Royston smiling at her, his hand in his pocket, as she scribbled on the board, gripping her marker tightly. His finger was on the button of the remote vibrator control that would send her to a shattering orgasm in front of all these people. She imagined the guys whipping out their cocks, and masturbating behind her. Hard, warm and throbbing like the one in her hand now.

Steve’s groan brought Grace out of her reverie. Her fist was now moving so fast it became a whir. “FUCK,” the bellboy gasped loudly, as his orgasm arrived. Grace continued pumping his spasming cock as it shot out a string of white cum which narrowly missed her bosom, landing on her neck. Consumed by lust, Steve stepped closer to Grace, wanting to cum on her breasts. Grace resisted but could do nothing as the guy pushed his cock against her upper body. His body convulsed as he leaned against Grace. His cock convulsed in Grace’s hand as she tried to make him cum in her palm. As he recovered from his orgasm, Steve stepped back. Grace’s face betrayed her irritation and disgust as she looked down, opening her hand, revealing the sticky goo which came from Steve’s cock. But it didn’t all stay in her hand. “You came on my blouse and jacket!” she cried. Indeed, there was a wet spot on Grace’s white blouse, and a string of white cum on the front of her black jacket.

Steve was secretly pleased, even though he apologized profusely to Grace for staining her work clothes with his cum. Nothing made him more aroused than the fact that as Grace worked in her company for the rest of the day, she would be having bits of his sperm on her blouse and jacket.

He took out her panties – a pair of skin-colored thongs in gossamer mesh with lace trimming. Grace reached out with her other hand for them. Instead, Steve wiped his cock with the thongs, then made her wipe the cum in her palm with it. “You can wear it to work now.” Her look of disgust as she did so was pure poetry. The cum stains showed easily on the gossamer mesh material.

Grace had managed to trade a handjob for a pair of panties to wear, but he was proud that it was a pair of panties stained with his cum that she was would be wearing for the whole day.

When Grace got to work, she saw a note from Royston on her desk to see him in his office. After teasing her mercilessly about how she looked so ravishing in her high boots, he asked her to take them off. He gave her a shoebox. Opening it, she saw inside the pair of six inch heels she left behind in Mr Ko’s residence. Her fuck-me heels. Grace felt relieved, relieved to have her fuck-me heels back.

Royston also told her that while she was wearing her fuck-me heels, she was not allowed to kneel down or squat down to pick anything up or he would turn on the vibrator. She had to bend down from the waist, so if she ever dropped something on the floor, she was forbidden to squat down to pick it up, and she was only allowed to bend at the waist.

Grace had no idea that Royston had inserted a proximity detector in her fuck-me heels. She knew that if Royston did see her not complying to his instructions, he would probably do as he said he would. But she was thinking that he may not be there when it actually happened. She did not know that once the vibrator in her pussy came within six inches from her heels (which would be the case if she squats down), it would turn on automatically.

Grace discovered that somehow, people in the office, particular men were finding excuses to be near the staircase which she must take to bring the files from the library to Royston’s office. The worst part about carrying the files up the staircase was that she could not pull down her skirt when it rode up.

To throw a spanner in the works, Royston had set the vibrator off in her pussy with medium intensity – a nice healthy buzz that made her weak in her knees, even as she was made by Royston to fetch a number of files up and down the busiest staircase in the office. Medium was not enough to get her off but enough to get her hot and bothered.

This resulted in Grace walking in a peculiar manner, with her feet rather far apart rather than close together. Royston called this “the slut walk”. It was like the walk of a whore who just been fucked multiple times by a dozen men. Grace unconsciously did this, and so, coupled with the clothes she has been wearing to the office, many people who didn’t know her before assumed she was the office bimbo. Some new people who joined the company and saw how she dressed and walked assumed that she was a natural slut.

To make things worse, Steve had selected a pair of gossamer mesh panties, for her to wear that morning. After eight times of fifteen torturous minutes of medium intensity, with three minute breaks in between, Grace’s panties were soaked. The already sheer material of the panties became totally transparent, such that when Grace sat down, she could see her pubic hair through the thin material.

And so, she was starting to climb up the main staircase in the middle of the office, carrying a stack of files in her arms. The six inch heels made it a nightmare for her to keep a balance as she took the first step – and the files was partially obstructing her view, which made it worse. With a loud crash, the heap of files on Grace’s arm tumbled onto the staircase and the polished marble floor. “Oooh! I’m so sorry!” Grace exclaimed to nobody in particular, red-faced. She quickly squatted down to pick up the files from the floor.. The vibrator went off immediately, and being in the squatting position meant she that she felt the maximum blast to her entire pubic area, making her pelvic muscle clench hard, trying to eject the buzzing intruder trapped by her thongs. Caught completely off-guard, Grace gave a stifled cry. Her hand unconsciously covered her lower abdomen area – and then her legs went soft. She fell, as if in slow motion, to the cold marble floor.

Every eye in the room had turned toward Grace. Her butt was on the floor, her left leg outstretched, and her right leg bent at the knee behind her. All the men were treated to a generous glimpse of her thongs. Realising that she was flashing her undergarments, Grace quickly pulled the hem of her skirt down, but wasn’t very successful because she couldn’t close her legs together. She did her best by trying to keeping her right knee down to avoid showing too much, but the intense buzzing in her crotch was throwing her judgement off. In the confusion, she half remembered that Royston told her not to squat down or he’ll turn on the vibrator. Struggling to retain some dignity, she tried to get up, but found it a nearly impossible task with the six-inch heels.

Fortunately a couple of chivalrous gentlemen who happened to be nearby rushed to her side, and holding both her elbows, managed to pull her up. All this time, the vibrator wreaked havoc inside her already slushy cunt. The whirring motors were like a loud noise in her head, and Grace could barely stand as she tried to focus her eyes on her helpers – trying to establish if they too could hear the sound of the vibrator coming from under her skirt. When she finally did stand upright, the vibrator suddenly went quiet.

“Did you hear that?” said one of the men to the other. The other man was preoccupied with smiling at Grace, asking if she was alright.

“Hear what?” the other man replied.

“Thought I heard something..” said the man on Grace’s left, “..nevermind.”

Grace thanked her helpers profusely, feeling very embarrassed. She started picking up the files strewn all over the floor and at the foot of the staircase. Five men, including the two who helped her up from the floor joined in to pick up the files. Wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible, Grace was preoccupied with picking up the files, forgetting her inhibitions about bending down too low. As the five men crowded around Grace helping her pick up the files, they couldn’t help but also take the opportunity to look down the front of her blouse. For those behind her, they couldn’t possibly be blamed for looking if Grace’s skirt was so short that she flashed her thong-covered ass again when she bent forward to pick up a file from the floor.

Unknown to her, at least one man went to the toilet cubicle later and jerked himself off on the image of Grace’s exposed bosom, bare legs, slut heels and a glimpse of her gossamer mesh panties. Visualising Grace hanging on the edge, her face pale, her hand holding onto a male colleague’s arm for support as she tried hard to resist giving in to an orgasm in public, the man decorated the tiled walls of the toilet cubicle with streams of sticky white ejaculate.

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 9 (MF, D/s, humiliation)

** 7 days ago: THE BRINK

Twelve times. It was on the twelfth time when she finally gave up. Royston interspersed the tenth, eleventh and twelfth vibrator session of medium intensity with random bursts of high intensity, pushing Grace closer to the brink of involuntary sexual release. As she ran the errands that Royston gave her with the vibrator working inside of her, she found herself on the verge of cumming several times.

Earlier, she had almost orgasmed in the open office while climbing the staircase, dropping all the files she was carrying and creating a humiliating mess. Everybody saw Grace slip and fall down, where she most certainly flashed her panties from wearing such sluttily short skirts. She deserved to slip too – for strutting around on those ridiculously high heels that made her look like a Playboy centerfold. Five guys had to help her up from the floor. Such a disgrace. Such a tramp. Grace imagined that was what everybody was saying about her.

Although the vibrator stopped to give her temporary relief as she collected her files back and walked back to her cubicle – slowly – Grace could feel her juices seeping through the thin panties. She was on the verge of letting an orgasm slip in earlier, and subconsciously she knew that the heightened state of arousal she was in - her blood-engorged ‘sexual organ with a mind of its own’ had been stimulated and over-stimulated continuously for the last few hours - now put her in a dangerously vulnerable position. A position that she still teetered on, hanging on a thin thread trying to maintain a façade of dignity. With her confused state of mind, and all that sexual tension that had built up in her body, her self-control was waning.

Fighting hard to maintain her composure, she found it more and more difficult to walk or even remain standing up with the vibrator humming like a swarm of bees inside of her. If Royston succeeded in pushing her over the brink with his vibrator treatment, she would be overcome with a giant, toe-curling orgasm. She would be cumming uncontrollably in the presence of people in the office, and when she did, she would be, god forbid, crying out like a whore, sitting down on the floor as she spent herself. To avoid disgracing herself in public, she had to cum now, cum quietly somewhere. She needed to cum desperately. She needed release. And cum hard, she would. She knew from how her entire lower abdomen area felt tight, and from the little tremors that would pass through her vaginal walls with increasing frequency, giving her goose bumps.

She certainly did not want to cum in the file archive room where Royston kept sending her on errands to. If she orgasmed without permission, Royston threatened to make her give blowjobs to the spooky mailroom man, or to the old office janitor again. After several hours and the twelfth time the vibrator went off since she stepped into the office, Grace’s resistance finally broke down. She picked up the phone in her cubicle, and dialed Royston’s extension. Her eyes rested on a pair of legs below as she cradled the phone between her neck and shoulder. She saw the high skirt hemline that went to mid-thigh, revealing the legs to all the men in the office, the tight, clingy material that hugged the hips, the only thing stopping the upper thighs from parting further when the slut sat down . She saw the humiliating anklet of beads around a high-heel encased foot, a reminder of the number of men who used her.

She heard Royston’s voice. “Sir, may I cum now please?” said Grace politely, over the phone. Her lips were pursed, and her eyes half-closed, as she struggled to maintain her composure, with the insane vibrations hammering her pussy. It had gone non-stop for the last ten minutes. She felt like her pussy was immersed in molten fire – a combination of heat, lust, guilt, pleasure, shame and wetness. Grace shifted her thighs uneasily, feeling the clingy material of her skirt riding up to her hips.

“Wait, I don’t think I heard that clearly. Could you repeat that again?” said Royston, feigning deafness. Grace could imagine the smug look on his face on the other end of the phone.

“Sir, could I have your permission.. to cum please?” said Grace. The seconds ticked by, as if Royston was trying to decide if he would grant her the privilege of release that her body so desperately craved.

“In a moment, Grace,” said Royston, his voice firm over the phone. “First, take off your slut panties. Make sure the vibrator stays in your pussy.”

It was indeed a slutty pair of panties. Her skirt was an ultra-low rise mini, and hung low on her hips as she walked around the office. Whenever she reached up to an overhead cabinet to retrieve a file, or sat down on a chair, her behind would reveal the top of her nude frilly thongs, peeking above the low waistline of her skirt, sending male pulses racing as they imagined the rest of the undergarment she was wearing. When she was sitting down in the tall cushioned chairs in the conference room where Royston would call frequent meetings, he would sometimes have her take minutes from the back of the room if there were not enough seats at the conference table, and would not allow her to cross her legs. Those who sat down near her, turning their chair to face her to say “hi” or ask a question, would inevitably get a glimpse between her legs due to the shortness of her skirt – the nude mesh thongs giving some the impression that the office hottie was not wearing any underwear. After all, one could still spot the pattern of dark pubic hair visible through the lacy patterns of the gossamer thin material.

Grace looked around in her cubicle. There was nobody near by. Carefully, she reached down, hooked her thumbs over the elastic band of her panties and tugged them down to her knees. All this while staying seated. Then using one hand she pulled the wet undergarment to her ankles and stepped out of them one foot at a time. Grace had her thongs, damp from her juices, in her hand.

“Done, Sir,” she reported over the phone. The cylindrical object that was the vibrator stayed embedded in her naked cunt.

Royston’s voice continued, “Now I want you to ask for permission to cum via Messenger. Yes, log into Messenger on your computer. Send me a message to ask if you can cum. But before you do so, I want your panties in your mouth.”

A few minutes later, Royston saw on his computer that Grace had appeared online on his list of contacts in Messenger. He had given Grace a nickname on his system, which she did not know about. The message window popped up with a message from his female colleague, which he promptly responded back with his replies through the computer.

grace_slut: Can I have your permission to cum Sir?

Roy: What is in your mouth slut?

Grace’s felt the tip of her ears and the back of her neck growing hot when she saw Royston’s words flashing on

her screen. She peered up from her computer to check that nobody would accidentally see her mouth crammed

full if they walked by her cubicle. Slowly, she typed on the keyboard.

grace_slut: My panties Sir.

Roy: What does it taste of?

grace_slut: My juices Sir.

Roy: Are you sure that is all?

There was a pause. And then Grace’s reply appeared slowly on Royston’s screen, as if she just remembered.

grace_slut: There is also taste of the hotel bellboy’s cum, Sir

Roy: Yes, you jerked him off this morning didn’t you slut?

There was another pause. Then the letters appeared slowly, guiltily.

grace_slut: Yes Sir

Roy: And he wiped his cum on your panties, didn’t he?

grace_slut: Yes Sir, he did

Roy: He told me you begged to jack him off. Begging like a cheap whore, grace.

Roy: Begging to make him cum into your panties.

Close to the edge of orgasm as she was, Grace felt the stinging humiliation stabbing her soul like knives in winter. She did not dare to retort.

Roy: Do you want to cum badly slut?

grace_slut: Yes, please.. Sir

Roy: Good. At the count of 3, you may cum you little horny bitch.

Roy: 1

As Grace watched the screen, she squeezed her legs together, leaning forward at her seat. This had the effect of bringing the vibrations to her aroused clitoris. The next line appeared on her Messenger window.

Roy: Not satisfied in giving the office janitor a blowjob, now you’ve tasted the bellboy’s cum too.

You’re a cum-hungry, dirty little tramp, you know that?

Grace felt the burning humiliation of her status in the office, taking orders from Royston, her mouth stuffed with the panties which had previously just been soaking up her juices from her cunt, the fact that the bellboy that morning had wiped his spent cock in the very same panties in her mouth. She waited for the next magic digit to arrive on the screen.

Roy: Open your legs WIDE

Grace did so, feeling the shame wash over her slutty body.

Roy: 2

Roy: Diddle that nasty clit of yours. LEGS WIDER

Grace complied with the instruction, her mind overheated beyond reason, as she used two finger tips to rub the outer labia of her vulva, just above her clitoris. It made her feel so good – a pleasure which overcame all logic and all inhibition. She could feel the rush building up in that special place deep down below.

Roy: Your cunt juices, mixing with young Steve’s jism – are you sure you can taste both in your mouth?

Grace could only type one letter at a time at this point.

grace_slut: Y

grace_slut: e

grace_slut: s

Roy: 3

Roy: CUM NOW YOU SLUT

Grace’s hand was already slippery with all the wetness made by her vagina. When she saw the final number appear on her screen, she could hold back her orgasm no longer. Grace’s body spasmed and jerked as her first orgasm hit her hard, each wave surpassing the previous one in intensity.

Roy: Come HARD for me, grace …Yesssssss.. CUMMM YOU LITTLE SLUT….cumm again, and again, you SHAMELESS whore !! Yess.. oh you nasty, cheap little slut, you’re making my cock hard.

With the vibrator on full throttle and Grace’s eyes fixed onscreen at those hurtful, humiliating words, she couldn’t stop herself from getting a second and third orgasm off it. The spasms passed through her slender body, as she felt her cunt-hole contracting and relaxing repeatedly.

Roy: Ohh yes, watch this GRACE SLUT cumming like a bitch in heat, her juices gushing like there is no tomorrow!

Overcome with shame and the sudden release of tension from her body, Grace slumped forward, laying her forehead on her desk. When she came to, she saw the words from her tormentor still on her screen.

Roy: Have you finished cumming yet, slut? Did you watch how your own slutty body came again and again at my command? Bet you’ve wet your seat with your cum, you disgusting tramp. So are you done yet?? What did I teach you to say?

Because her mouth was still stuffed full with her panties, some of her saliva drooled down from the corner of her lips down to her chin. She typed her reply.

grace_slut: Yes Sir. Thank you Sir, for letting this one cum…

Tears ran down her face, as Grace pulled out the wretched, soaked undergarment from her mouth.

Afterwards, Royston marveled at the wonders of technology. With the aid of a two web-cams he had secretly installed – one in the air-conditioning duct overlooking Grace’s desk, and another under her desk - he was able to spy on her. From the camera above, he was able to witness how Grace had taken off her panties and stuffed them in his mouth. It faithfully captured her hand being busy under her desk as she stared at her monitor screen leading up to her climax, and how her small body spasmed in its throes of pleasure as she spent herself. It made for a super-hot erotic video clip that he would be sending off to Nakamori shortly.

Better yet, Grace did not know that when Royston told her to open her legs wide, the spy camera under her desk was zooming in onto her pussy in all its naked glory, a live vibrator dancing in it. It captured how her finger tips were moving up and down quickly over the apex of her outer lips, pulling the skin of her clit hood over the erectile nub of her clit to give herself pleasure. The video clip would show how her fingers moved faster as she neared orgasm. The picture zoomed in to a close-up of her pussy as she climaxed the first time, then two more times, and finally ended with showing how her juices leaked out after her orgasms.

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 10 (MF, humiliation, reluctant, bondage)

Grace looked down at herself, at the black vinyl outfit that she was wearing, struck at her own transformation. A racy, tight-fitting vinyl bustier in shiny black, laced-up top to bottom with silver eyelets in front. Then there was the vinyl panel lace-up skirt, also with silver eyelets and the spilt panel thigh-showing front. Royston had submitted her measurements to the online store, and it had sent him the goods, tailored to Grace’s body. “Magic will happen when you wear the outfit, a perfect start to the night or perfect to end it with” was what the website promised. And Royston made sure to tell Grace that.

To top it off, Grace had full make-up on – cherry frost lipstick, blusher, smoky eye-shadow and eye-liner. She also wore a red collar and large pendant that looked like a shiny red spider on the top of her bosom, drawing further attention to her tight bustier. On her dainty feet, she wore platforms that added three inches to her height.

She looked like a total slut, and she could only imagine what went through the minds of the well-dressed elderly couple that shared the elevator with her down to the hotel lobby.

Her body was a sex object to the men who looked at her as she walked past to the hotel entrance. Some of them would be thinking of her when they fucked their wives or girlfriends that night, while for others, she was nothing more than masturbation fodder. She was one of those sluts who posed for lifestyle magazines wearing next to nothing, knowing that scores of grown men and adolescent boys would be jacking off over them, spilling their cum on her face and body on those grimy pages in the bathroom.

No, she was worse than them. She was lower than them, perhaps on the same level as animals. Standing on the sidewalk trying to flag a cab down, Grace had no idea what was in store for her at her photo shoot at Joe’s later, but she was sure it would be many times more degrading, more depraved than her first.

** 6 days ago: THE FIRST BONDAGE SHOOT

Grace sat down on the couch in the photography studio. It was Joe’s studio, located in a decrepit looking building, at least on the outside. Inside, it was really quite posh, with rich wood panels, leather couches, satin cushions, and classy lighting. Joe worked for Mr. Nakamori – a famous fashion designer, and Grace’s owner.

Grace pulled out a photograph from an inside pocket of her handbag staring at it. She promptly stuffed it back in her handbag when the receptionist’s head appeared behind the door. Natasha was the receptionist’s name, and she had streaks of red highlighted in her brownish hair, framing her pretty face. When she didn’t smile, Natasha would look very haughty. In fact she was extremely stuck-up the first time Grace visited the studio. But she seemed to have become friendlier to Grace over the last few visits for her shoots. “Hi Grace! Are you ready for your shoot today?” Natasha smiled.

Grace nodded her head and stood up, her hands feeling cold. Walking to the door and glancing at Natasha’s bright red lipstick, Grace remembered what happened after her last ‘measurement’ of how much of Nakamori’s cock she could take into her mouth. Natasha was there too, observing in the background. After the humiliating photo was taken, Nakamori did not make Grace suck his cock, as she assumed would happen. Instead, it was Natasha who took over. Grace had a strange thought: Was it Natasha’s job, or Natasha’s privilege of satisfying Grace’s owner?

Nat had knelt down and taken Nakamori’s erect cock fully into her mouth. Unlike herself when she giving a blowjob to her boyfriend or to Royston, Grace saw that Nat’s cock-sucking involved a lot more of her head moving back and forth on the cock, and using less of her hand to pump the shaft. After a good five minutes of Nat’s expert blowjob, Nakamori had grabbed hold of the receptionist’s head with both his hands, keeping it stationary, while he proceeded to fuck her mouth, using it like a hole. The most amazing thing to Grace was that at the point of Nakamori’s ejaculation into Nat’s mouth, she saw Nat’s body jerking in orgasm as well. The pretty receptionist had cummed at the precise moment when Nakamori blasted his load into her mouth! Still on her knees, Nat had swallowed the precious load, and opened her mouth to show Nakamori her girl-like appreciation of his gift. As she closed her mouth then, her eyes had looked in Grace’s direction. Making eye contact with Grace, she flashed a smile, knowing that Grace had been watching. Embarrassed, Grace quickly looked away.

“Alright, let’s have a warm-up shoot,” said Nakamori. Grace appeared from the fitting room. She was wearing a red leather corset, with a center lace-up that forced her topless bosom up and out. In fact, with the corset hugging her waist, it contrasted blatantly with her naked boobs which were sitting high and pert. Her legs were covered in sheer black stockings, and shiny black vinyl high boots all the way to her knees, which was reminiscent of motor-bike riding. Her forearms were also encased in reflective black vinyl gloves, matching with the high boots. She wore panties made of the same shiny black vinyl. Joe’s thought to himself, “Marvellous!” as he picked up his camera and flash.

For the first shot, Joe asked Grace to sit down on the staircase, her back leaning against the railing, facing the camera. “Put your left arm up, yes, hold onto the railing above your head.” This showed off Grace’s lean arms, the shiny black gloves slightly covering above her elbow, and contrasting magnificently with her fair skin on the underside of her arm, also displaying her hairless armpit. “Good, now spread your legs. Yes, right foot two stairs down from where you are sitting. Lean back, yes. Left foot one stair below your bum. Yes your knees wide open on each side, inviting the camera and the viewer to come closer.” FLASH!

Although Grace was clad in the shiny black panties, her body felt like it was on fire from the humiliation. It was the first time she had posed like this for the camera – topless with a shameless red corset, black stockings and black leather gloves and boots, legs wide open and signaling her availability. Whoever saw the picture would see in the middle of the picture her crotch displayed openly; the black panties that protected her modesty contrasted with the white skin of her inner thighs. The sheer black stockings did not seem to have the effect of covering her legs, instead the opposite was true that the viewer was treated to the parts it did not cover – namely her upper thighs and crotch at the center of the picture. Grace’s legs wide open, black leather boots on either side of the picture, her underarm exposed, her naked boobs exposed, her eyes sultry looking at you.

For the second pose with the same costume, Joe made Grace squat down on the marble staircase, facing the direction of the staircase going up. Joe positioned the camera from a few steps lower down, aiming to get a closeup that would give an eyeful of her ass and thighs from behind. “Turn your upper body to face the camera, he said, “put your right arm on your hip… elbow pulled back.. yes.”

Joe was quite pleased that Grace was quite a talented model – able to follow instructions. FLASH! Focusing on the young lady on the staircase above him, he managed to get a shot with her face looking down, and showing off her ass and thighs in the black shiny vinyl panties and sheer black stockings. The stiletto of the knee high boots was also up close to the camera, visible at the corner of the photograph.

For the third shot, Joe did a closeup of Grace’s face and upper body. Looking into the camera, her short hair hiding one side of her face, the top of the red corset laced tightly around the waist, her fair boobs and pink nipples in high definition in the photograph, so much so the dimples around her areola could be seen.

“Alright, costume change,” said Nakamori, flicking his cigar ash as he spoke in a booming voice.

Grace went to get changed. Holding up her second costume, Grace felt a rush of utter humiliation and indignity hit her in the chest. Still, she knew that raising any protests would not help the situation, but possibly make it worse.

As Grace stepped out to the bright lights of the studio, in front of Joe’s camera, Nakamori’s thin lips curled in a slight smile, as he chewed the end of his cigar in his mouth.

Grace was dressed in a body stocking. And only in a body stocking. The netting of the body stocking was not particularly close-weave, so it was quite obvious to see her naked body underneath – her pale orbs of her breasts, and her little pubic bush. Watching the discomfort on her face as she stood tentatively in front of the camera was the best part though.

“Nice!” exclaimed Joe, who excitedly began focusing on the girl from his viewfinder. “Look straight ahead…” said Joe, raising his arm. FLASH!

Joe could feel his cock hardening under his pants. Grace was one of the hottest chicks that have come to model in his studio – and it has been becoming difficult to concentrate on his work due to the distraction of photographing her intimate parts, photographing her in all that revealing bikinis, smutty dresses and daringly cut costumes. If his work suffered in quality, it would be the fault of that little slut, Joe muttered to himself.

FLASH! He took several more pictures of naked Grace in the bodystocking. Royston had been thinking this would be a nice souvenir picture to leave with his client, Mr Sorag.

“Last one before we hit the road,” said Joe, changing his film. Grace came out of the fitting room again. “Are there panties that go with these?” she asked timidly.

Nakamori laughed…”No panties dear…”

Grace was wearing bright red lingerie. On the top, a scarlet intricate lace bra which supported her small breasts. On the bottom scarlet stockings that looked frayed, held up by garters to her garter belt. No panties, so her black furry bush could be seen - framed right in the middle of the surrounding bright red stockings, garters and garter belt.

“Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart. Yes.. actually, a little wider than shoulder width. Ah good.” Said Joe as he looked in the camera, focusing on Grace.

“Hang on,” said Nakamori.

The tanned Japanese man walked up in front of Grace. Using one hand to grasp the top of Grace’s breast firmly, his other hand pulled the bra cup down. Grace stood there, motionless, her eyes pleading, as Nakamori exposed her breast. Using two hands he tucked the material of the bra cup right below her breast where the underwire was. He repeated the exercise with Grace’s other breast, similarly exposing it. Stepping back, Nakamori admired his handiwork. The scarlet bra still supported Grace’s breasts, but instead of covering it, they exposed them obscenely, making them jut out even more due to the bunching up of the lace material right below the breasts.

“Put both your hands behind your neck, raise your elbows up,” he told the girl. Grabbing hold of her elbows, Nakamori pushed them open to the side.

Grace followed his instructions, looking into his eyes.

Nakamori stepped out of the way. Joe gave a thumbs-up sign as he looked at the wonderful composition through his viewfinder. Grace, wearing bright red lingerie but yet naked, putting her exposed boobs and her pussy hair on display. With her arms up, elbows bent and behind her head, Grace’s tits were poised even higher and perkier, making her feel even more humiliated like she was a piece of meat on display.

Nakamori monitored Grace’s eyes carefully. Submissive, but still had a hint of resistance. She was at the edge of fighting back. Nakamori considered two more shots with her sitting down on a crate – one with her cupping her already exposed breasts, as if offering them to the viewer, the other with her legs spread wide open and her hand opening her twat to show the pretty pink inside to the viewer.

He decided she was not yet ready. Perhaps after she had some outdoor shots she would be more pliable, he thought.

Joe spread out the navy blue blanket on the grass. “Go sit down in the middle. Put your bag down on its side, on your right, a little behind you.”

Grace was wearing a white tank-top with no bra underneath. Over the tank-top, she was wearing a pink colored cardigan with embroidered white flowers – a sweet and innocent look that went with the floral skirt, socks and white shoes.

Grace was about to step on the blanket, and Nakamori said, “Wait, hang on. Take off your panties first, and hand them to Joe.”

Grace looked at Nakamori and then at Joe and then back at Nakamori again. Her hands went below the skirt, and in a few seconds, the two men were looking at the white panties around her legs as she tugged them down to her calf. Stepping out of the panties dangling around an ankle, she handed the white undergarment to Joe. Joe acknowledged receipt with a smile, and stuffed Grace’s underwear into his pants pocket.

“Alright, sit down,” said Nakamori.

Grace sat down on the blanket, pushing her legs to the side, to avoid immodest exposure. The young executive laid her bag down on the blanket beside her, as she had been instructed to do so. Meanwhile, Joe was loading the film into his camera, and then checking out the light meter.

Nakamori tipped Grace’s bag slightly such that the contents fell out a little. “Now sit still and don’t move while I adjust your clothing,” Nakamori said, his breath smelling of cigar smoke.

First, Nakamori unbuttoned Grace’s cardigan. Then he pulled it off – off her shoulders, and almost taking it off completely except around her upper arms such that the garment was bunched up around her elbows. “Lean back,” he instructed Grace, who promptly did what she was told.

Joe aimed his camera at Grace, sitting on the blanket. She looked absolutely gorgeous in the light, looking into the camera, wearing a white tanktop and the floral skirt. Her arms were propping up her upper body as she leaned back. The cold air meant that her nipples were erect, and visibly tenting the front of her tanktop.

But this wasn’t the shot that Nakamori was planning. “Don’t move,” he reminded the pretty young lady. With one hand, he pulled the shoulder straps of her tanktop off one shoulder, and then off the other. Now with two hands, Nakamori gave a forceful tug downwards on both sides of the tank-top, pulling the material down from her off-the-shoulder position to her elbows. Grace shut her eyes, as she fought the urge to cry out - she realized that he was stripping her.

Nakamori moved out of the way from in front of Grace. From his viewfinder, Joe saw Grace sitting still in the position she was, her cardigan and white tanktop now pulled down around her elbows, her naked tits on display once again. Grace felt very distressed as Joe focused his camera on her, but she did not dare to disobey Nakamori.

“Give me her panties, Joe.” Nakamori said. Taking Grace’s undergarment from Joe, he squatted down next to Grace on the blanket.

Grace shook her head in protest as Nakamori placed his strong hands on her knees. “Be a good girl now Grace,” he said in a calm voice, staring into her eyes.

Nakamori slowly pulled up Grace’s skirt, first exposing her knees, then to her thigh level, and still he went further, until the skirt was around her waist. Joe smiled as his eyes looked through the viewfinder of the camera at the girl’s legs. He could see her triangle of pubic hair being exposed for the shot he was going to take.

Nakamori placed the white panties on the blanket near her crotch. “Open your legs slightly… don’t worry, I’ve got your panties in a strategic spot,” he told her in a soft voice. Grace trembled as she slowly opened her legs, as she forced herself to be consoled by Nakamori’s words. Nakamori slipped off her shoe from her left foot, laying it down on the blanket.

“Excellent!” Joe exclaimed, looking up from his camera, as Nakamori stepped back once more to admire his handiwork.

Grace was sitting there on the blanket in the grass, her pink cardigan and tank top looking like it had been pulled down around her shoulders to bare her tits. Her skirt was pulled up all the way around her waist - her bare legs were bent and leaning to one side, but they were still sufficiently open such that her full bush could be seen. Her white panties was on the blanket, just in front of her bare pussy, hiding her slit from view.

FLASH!

Joe took several shots from his camera. The pictures had the effect that Nakamori wanted - Grace looked like she had just been ravished. It would add to his collection of pictures of pretty girls who looked like they had just been raped.

With the photographs of her taken, Grace was allowed to put her clothes back on. They all took a cab back to Joe’s studio, but along the ride, Grace was conscious of the fact that Joe did not give her back her panties. Being both braless and pantiless, she felt paranoid that somehow the cab-driver knew, as she spied him peered into the rear-view mirror to glance at her. Along the way, Nakamori called someone on his mobile phone. He said, “Natasha, can you get the equipment ready for Grace?”

Grace’s heart was in her mouth as she wondered what that meant.

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

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.

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 12 (FF,M)

** 5 days ago : TEMPTRESS

Ming put down the phone, tucking her long silky black hair behind her ear. Her friend Grace had called in sick at

the office, and asked her to cover her duties for the day, which she readily agreed.

“Are you feeling okay?” Ming had asked her earlier.

“Yes.. no.. I’m just very tired Ming,” replied Grace in a feeble tone,” I need to rest. No worries, I have already

informed Royston.”

“Alright, you take care of yourself now,” said Ming, putting down the phone, and picking up her notebook. She

would have to cover Grace in taking down minutes for the sales meeting chaired by Royston that morning.

Ming did not know of course, that Grace could not come to work because she had welts on her back and her bum

from her whipping the previous night. Nothing too major that wouldn’t disappear in four to five days, but still

painful enough that Grace could not sit down on a chair properly.

At the sales meeting, Royston had even commented that Grace was excused from work as she had a late night at a

client’s. This caused some sniggers around the room, which Royston promptly ignored and started the meeting,

knowing his comments would start a fresh round of gossip in the office about Grace and which client she was

with last night.

Meanwhile in her hotel room, where Grace had made her home since this whole episode started, Grace was

laying in bed, fast asleep. Her eyelids fluttered, as she dreamt.

She was in a dark studio. Her bare back and butt cheeks were stinging from a lashing. Natasha was there. Much

as she wanted to, she could not move. Then she realized she was strapped down to a horizontal platform, her

naked arse positioned prominently for the unfettered whipping earlier. She heard Joe’s voice telling her that she

looked good in a doggie position. She was crying. Natasha comforted her, and applied lotion on her welts. Grace

felt weird – Nat’s soft touch and cooling salve soothed her pain away, but there was another feeling. She

struggled again, but the strapped held her down. She felt vulnerable. There was more humiliation than a girl of

twelve that had just been caned on her butt by her vice-principal.

Nat was back, and talking to her softly. Then she felt it, an incredibly feeling of fullness entering her from behind,

slowly. She looked back, and saw that Nat was topless. No, Nat was completely naked, kneeling behind her, their

bodies touching. She was beautiful, wearing that collar that she had seen her wear before when she knelt before

Nakamori, and something else around her waist. “Relax, sis,” she said with a soft voice at her ear. Nat’s hands felt

warm, as she gently pulled Grace’s hips towards her. Grace felt fleeting pain, as Nat penetrated her. The pain

wasn’t from between her legs; it was from a gentle scraping of Nat’s manicured nail across the small of her back

as it bumped over a couple of welts.

The familiar feeling of heat emanated from her nether regions, as Nat’s body rubbed against hers, thrusting into

her loving receptacle. The feminine hands explored the curve of her back and across her tender ass, fingernails

scraping gently across the lightly bruised marks from her whipping. Her naked back and arse was feeling cool

and radiating heat at the same time – was it the lotion that Nat applied on her? Why did her pussy radiate heat?

Grace felt Nat’s hand insert into the space between her tummy and the platform. It moved slowly downward,

caressing her lower abdomen, reaching down to the apex between her thighs.

Just as Nat’s fingers touched her clit, Grace woke up in bed. Her breathing was quick, her heart thumping, and

her forehead glowed with a fine sheen of perspiration. Grace’s hand moved between her legs, and realized that

she was soaking wet.

Later that evening, at an hour where most people had already left the office, a man visited Grace’s cubicle. The

man looked around her desk, and saw the cushion on Grace’s chair. He picked it up, and brought it to his nose,

sniffing hard as if to conjure up an image of Grace sitting on it – her barely covered ass and pussy would have

been pressing against the cushion just less than twenty four hours ago. The thin, lanky man sat down on Grace’s

chair, motionless. The lights in that section of the office were off, so he would not be noticed. He could leisurely

browse through Grace’s things.

He opened the top desk drawer and found nothing interesting except a photo of Grace and someone he presumed

would be Grace’s boyfriend. The lucky son-of-a-bitch. Or unlucky? He wondered if Grace’s boyfriend knew how

she flaunted her flesh and showed as much of her body as is possible in the office without being overtly sexually

available – she was no doubt a conniving, seductive slut. When she had joined the company, he had always

though she dressed classily. Sexy yes but not like an airhead bimbo. She was obviously a smart woman. But she

had everyone fooled. She was a trollop after all. Recently he noticed how she tottered around on fuck-me shoes,

and wore those clothes and accessories that screamed for attention. Whatever her outfit might hide, it was not the

curve of her breasts, the bumps of her nipples or the camel-toe of her crotch. He was convinced then that she had

screwed her way to the position she is in today by playing on the weakness of men. He remembered the time

when she had lost an important letter meant for the boss, but then when she batted her eyelids and acted helpless,

he was the one who stood out and said he lost it. He took the rap for her. She had mouthed thank you, yes, but he

would have thought a thank you lunch was deserved!

He opened the bottom drawer, and searched below the stack of documents. Bingo! The long leather pouch caught

his eye, and so did the black leather file.

Opening the leather file, Tony felt like he had hit jackpot. There were dozens of full-page, full-color pictures, of

none other than Grace herself - scantily clad, posing like a floozie in the tiniest bikini imaginable! Tony felt his

cock stiffen to full mast instantly as he gazed upon the fair flesh of the untouchable gazelle in the office, her

modesty only protected from his eyes by a bikini top and bottom no bigger than the size of a postage stamp. His

fingers trembling, he turned the page, and was treated to the sight of pictures of the young attractive executive on

all fours on a sofa, and then the floor. Tony could not believe his eyes – Grace posing in a tiny bathing suit that

left nothing to the imagination; not just sexy poses, but cheesecake poses on all fours on the sofa, then on all fours

on the floor, losing her bikini but gaining a collar around her neck and a leash tugging away ! Tony swallowed

the lump in his throat, not believing his find. Why are there such pictures of Grace? And in her drawer? She must

be – she must be doing this gig on the side for a client, the shameless tart!

Tony could not help but unzip his jeans to relieve the painful strain on his crotch. Moving the file to his lap, his

naked venous erection stood at full mast over a photograph of a topless Grace with her wrists suspended above

her head to a rope from the ceiling. In his left hand, he held the object which he found in the box – a dildo. Grace’s

dildo! A lifelike replica of a full-sized dick, in flesh tones. Fucking slut.. that fucking temptress. Leaving it in her

drawer for him to find. Lifting her dildo to his nose, the mailroom man could smell Grace’s scent – the sweet

scent of a woman, the musky scent of the trollop’s cunt juices – on the shaft of the sex-toy. A sex-toy that she

plunged into her slovenly, needy cunt every so often, no doubt.

In Tony’s right hand, he had the pink shawl that was moments ago draped around the top of Grace’s chair. He

remembered her wearing the shawl when she took off her jacket, covering her bare shoulders since she often

wore camisoles under her jacket. The softness of the shawl caressed the shaft and head of his erect cock, just as he

imagined the touch of Grace’s fingers would. He flipped back to a photo where Grace’s face and naked boobs

were displayed in close-up. Looking down, he saw his cock right in front of Grace’s face - she was looking at him,

masturbating in front of her. MISS GRACE, YOU FUCKING WHORE. He came loads into the pink shawl, not

caring that the next day when Grace came back to work, she might find his dried cum patch on her shawl.

Perhaps she would not notice it first, and bring it with her to a meeting. When she felt cold, she would drape it

around her shoulders, unaware that to her co-workers, that a huge cum-stain was apparent as a darker blotch on

the pink shawl over her bare shoulders.

Back in the present day, Grace stood on the sidewalk outside the hotel where she stayed. The sky was already

getting dusky, as the weak rays of the disappearing sun cast a warm light on her face and underarm. Raising her

arm several times to try to hail a passing cab, she was conscious of the attention she was getting.

The shiny black vinyl outfit was attracting stares from men who walked past on the sidewalk, a big turn-on

obviously, while the women turned their noses away from her with disdain. The men wondered which strip joint

she worked for, and imagined how she would be pole-dancing and lap-dancing later that entire evening, using

her body to titillate and pleasure men. To the women, she was a harlot, a strumpet, a slattern. A promiscuous

tramp who sold her body for sex.

A passing car with two guys wearing baseball caps slowed down with a screech. Its occupants gave her wolf-

whistles and passed lewd comments to each other, loud enough for her to hear, before driving on. Grace asked

herself: who is to blame, when a sluttily-dressed man-teaser gets raped? Is she to blame for leading them on? Was

she asking for it, by tempting them? She was dressed like a prostitute, so she told herself that she deserved to be

treated like one.

Finally a cab stopped, and Grace hopped in. She told the cab driver where wanted to go. She was due for a

photography session at Joe’s studio at 8pm, and she didn’t have much time left. Reaching into her handbag, she

unzipped the inner pocket, and pulled out a Polaroid photograph. Grace stared at the picture, and felt her cheeks

flushing. Her neck felt hot from a mixture of embarrassment and nervous indignation. It was a picture of herself,

and Nakamori. To be more exact, it was a picture of her mouth and Nakamori’s cock.

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 13 (MF,humiliation,oral)

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I'll take you to the candy shop

I'll let you lick the lollypop

Go 'head girl, don't you stop

Keep going 'til you hit the spot

Grace was in a cab, wearing a black vinyl outfit, looking at a photograph which she had pulled out from her handbag.

As part of her oral training, Nakamori had made her take him fully in her mouth, and had a photograph taken

from the side to show how much of his cock she managed to swallow. The intention was that over time she

would be expected to be able to take more and more cock orally without gagging. Now the first time she did it,

she wasn’t able to take in even half his cock before she was on the verge of choking. This was far beyond what

was acceptable to Nakamori. Although Grace was a small girl, it was Nakamori’s expectation that with some

training, she would be able to swallow the entire length of his cockshaft without any choking, as he had done

with other girls of Grace’s size.

Grace felt her neck hot with humiliation as she looked at the photo – how her face was recognizable in the photo,

with her cheeks distended and mouth full of cockmeat. Nakamori had instructed Grace that until she was able to

take his shaft fully into her mouth and throat, Grace had to carry that photo with her at all times as a reminder,

until she could take all of his cock. Only when she can do so would she be allowed to destroy that photograph or

do whatever she wanted with it.

For self-training, Grace was given a dildo to suck on, which she had to keep either in her drawer at the office or in

her hotel room. As if to humiliate her further, the dildo was not just a smooth cylindrical object (which might

masquerade as a battery operated massager), but a lifelike cock replica in skin tone, complete with lines, ridges

and a realistic bulbous cockhead. Her name “GRACE” was even engraved on the side of the dildo right above

where she would hold it in her hand, so she could see her name up-close as she sucked on the dildo.

Grace’s wrists were bound behind her back on a previous occasion where a measurement of her progress was

taken. She was put in a kneeling position, and her feet bound, before Nakamori slowly fed his cock into her

mouth an inch at a time, to see how well she performed compared with herself in the Polaroid photo. She had

been told that the subsequent time Nakamori would test her progress, she would be lying on her back on a bed,

with her head hanging over the edge and her neck hyper-extended, before Nakamori would again insert his shaft

into her mouth to see how far it would go. Depending on how far her Owner’s cock would disappear into Grace’s

mouth compared to the photo, she would then be rewarded or punished. Naturally if she had not been practicing

with the dildo, there would not be any progress, and naturally the punishment would be for her to suck more real

cocks to get the practice she needed.

On her way to her second bondage photography shoot, she remembered how she was also looking at the Polaroid

photo just the week before prior to the first bondage shoot. Unfortunately she did not progress much farther

between the two shoots. Sitting on the cab, Grace felt an irrational sense of anxiety for not having practiced more

with the training dildo. Would Royston or Nakamori test her on it? In spite of herself, she felt her body getting

moist in a certain place in anticipation of the evening, and loathed herself for it.

Was it the pure exploitation and complete degradation of her body that she would be subjected to in the shoot

later that subconsciously excited her? The knowledge that she would be gagged, her body bound tightly with

ropes and totally helpless while they took pictures? Or did she secretly desire being an oral slut - something

which she did a few days ago, and which she was going to do again.

** 4 DAYS AGO: GIRL FOR USE

“You’re a hooker aren’t you?” said the bellboy.

“What??” said Grace incredulously. “I am NOT,” she asserted.

“I know so,” said Steve, “.. I know what about your anklet.”

“What – what do you know?” said Grace, a sick feeling developing in the pit of her stomach.

“You have five blue beads on your anklet. That means you’ve been used five times.”

Grace felt like her breath had just been knocked out of her.

“So am I right? No sorry, I made a mistake – you’ve been used by five different men. Not used five times. That

really means you’ve been used more than five times.”

“Was it mostly blowjobs?” Steve asked relentlessly, “Or did you have intercourse? Or both?”

Grace was speechless. The color drained from her face. This was despite the fact that she was wearing full make-

up, in readiness to go to the office that morning. When she recovered, she was livid with rage.

“Don’t speak to me like that… you.. you … stupid bellhop!” she spluttered, stopping herself from screaming her

lungs out. All the pent-up frustration of being played and humiliated by Royston and his cronies seemed to have

been unleashed by the inquisitive questioning from this bellboy.

“You know you’ve never tipped me for bringing all these clothes to you every morning, ” Steve continued,

unfazed by the fiery temper of this hotel guest.

“Tip you??” Grace clenched her fists in anger. This bellboy was in Royston’s conspiracy too. He would bring her

the humiliating clothes that she had to wear to work. He would bring her the lingerie, the stockings, and the

shoes. If there was a choice of different clothes, the choice was not hers, but the bellboy’s to make.

He had masturbated in her panties once secretly, and she only found out because there was one small damp spot

where his pre-cum was. More recently he had ejaculated in her panties, and she had to wear them to work. The

humiliation of taking public transport, feeling the squishy sticky stuff in her crotch, knowing that the boy-jizz of

some teenage bellhop was stuck to her private place and running down her inner thighs was excruciating. Yet she

had to bear the shame and wear the cum-laced panties because Royston instructed her to wear whatever was

brought to her by the bellboy.

Steve had brought two tops, two sets of garter-belts and sheer black stockings this morning, which Grace had to

model for him. First he made Grace walk around the bedroom with one of the garter belts and the stockings, then

the other, so that he could make a comparison. In his mind, he had quickly made his choice. While the eight-strap

leather garter belt was alluring in its simplicity but yet visually stunning with twice the number of straps as the

usual garter belts, he could just envisage Grace wearing the lace-up leather garter belt in her office, with the end

of the laces visible between her legs under the short skirt. It fueled his boyish fantasy of being able to reach below

her skirt, grasp the end of the strings and pull - thereby unlacing the garter belt that held up her stockings.

While he had quickly made up his mind about which garter-belt Grace would wear to work that day, he

pretended to be still considering. Since Grace was only allowed to wear a babydoll nightie to bed, with no panties,

modeling the garter belts for him meant that she had to take off her babydoll first – which would result in Grace

having to stand naked in front of him. Watching her parade in front of him wearing only a garter-belt and sheer

stockings gave him a hard-on. His eyes alternated between her naked pussy, and her small pert tits, wondering if

her nipples were erect because she was excited to show her slutty little body to him.

“Turn around,” said Steve, sitting on the bed. Grace did as she was told, facing away from the bellboy. Steve liked

the view from her back too, since he could take his time to take in the whole view - her fair skin, the curve of her

back, and he could stare at her cute naked ass with impunity, while she couldn’t see him.

“You have some bruises on your back and butt..” Steve remarked with genuine concern, as he leaned forward,

peering at the little marks of bluish red on her fair skin.

Grace spun around to face him. “It’s none of your business,” she snapped. It was from her whipping two days

ago - her punishment from Nakamori, meted out by the beautiful Natasha.

Steve was taken aback by the rude response he got for showing concern to her, but he decided not to be fazed.

Instead, he held up the two tops that he brought for Grace. One was a white camisole, while the other was a

bright vermillion tubetop. No bra was provided, so she was meant to go without one.

Grace swallowed her pride, and slipped on the white camisole, knowing she must let Steve choose or she will get

into trouble with Royston.

Steve stared in awe at the lovely vision of Grace standing in front of him, below her waist sheer black stockings

held up by a lace-up leather garter belt, with no panties so her bush was on display, while on top she wore a

white figure-hugging camisole so thin he could see her areola through the material. He felt his cock push against

his briefs.

Grace turned her body around to show him at all angles, what she would be wearing below her business jacket

and skirt. He could still see the bruise marks on her back through the thin material of the camisole.

“If you wore this, your bruises would be visible if you took your jacket off. So I think you can wear the tubetop

today,” he said with a smile.

“I was given this salve,” he added, producing a jar. “It’s supposed to be good for healing bruises. Why don’t you

lie down on the bed, and I’ll help you to apply it on your back?”

“Don’t you DARE touch me!” she hissed.

Annoyed with her attitude, that was when Steve started to ask her if she was a hooker, and telling her that he

knew about the beads on her anklet.

“You know you’ve never tipped me for bringing all these clothes to you every morning,” Steve said in a calm

voice.

“Tip you??” Grace replied angrily.

“Yes, that’s why this morning, I have decided that, if you want this pair of panties…” Steve held up a g-string,

watching Grace’s face intently.

“..then you DEFINITELY have to give me a blowjob. No more compromises.”

Steve was feeling smug watching the message sink into Grace, and the expression on her face. She knew she

couldn’t bargain him down today to a handjob again, like the other day.

“How can you do this!!” said Grace, her face turning crimson. “I – I’ll tell Royston!”

The words blurted out, and instantaneously she realized how foolish it sounded – she knew that if she went to

Royston, what he would do. Royston would surely side with the bellboy. There was nothing more he loved than

to have her feel humiliated. Grace having to give a blowjob so that she could wear panties to work would be a

lovely slice of humiliation that he would relish!

“I may not have a lot of money or the smarts Miss, but I know the rules of the game!” he said triumphantly.

“You can choose not to give me a blowjob, but I can choose not to give you the panties!”

Grace sat down on her bed. She took off the see-through camisole, and looked at Steve, topless. Then she stood up

again.

She pulled on the skirt, thinking about the panties in Steve’s hand that was being kept hostage. Did she dare to go

to work not wearing panties?

Impossible. Her skirt was so short - if she wasn’t careful when she walked up the staircase, sat down on a chair in

the meeting room, or if the wind blew while she was hailing a cab, her pussy would be exposed!

Grace bit her lip, feeling her resistance fading away. She picked up the vermillion tubetop and pulled it over her

head, then down below her arms, as Steve watched on expectantly, waiting for her answer.

He broke the silence. “You jacking off my cock the other day was nice, but it isn’t good enough. C’mon don’t be

stubborn now. You’re used to sucking cocks aren’t you, since you’re a hooker, after all.”

“I told you – I’m not a hooker!” replied Grace petulantly. She grabbed the low-cut business jacket from the bed,

walked out of the room and slammed the door shut, leaving Steve inside the hotel room.

Wobbling on her heels, she took a few steps, and stopped. She felt defeated. She couldn’t afford to go to work

today without panties. Royston had been getting her to retrieve files regularly from the file library, and for some

reason, the files were always on the top shelf, which required her to use the step ladder. Tony, who worked there

and in the mailroom, was not keen to help her look for the files, citing that he was busy with sorting mail. Yet

while she was up on the ladder in her ultra-short skirt, he seemed to be in the same room most of the time. Indeed,

Grace caught him stealing glances at her several times. She did not like the way he was looking at her.

The door opened. Grace came back in and closed the door. Steve’s face lit up, as she sank down to her knees, and

unzipped his pants. “Alright. A deal it is – you give me the panties. No more nonsense like cumming into the

panties or cumming on my clothes!”

“Yes yes of course!” said Steve excitedly, as he guided Grace’s hands to pull his underwear down, freeing his

cock, which was already three quarters erect.

Grace had taken a firm hold of the base of Steve’s cock and wanked him into her mouth while her tongue ran

across his glans. Her lips formed a tight seal on his shaft as she sucked.

“I want you to moan as you suck me, Grace!” said Steve. “Make sure you convince me that you love it, otherwise

you won’t get your panties!”

“Mmmm…” she made appreciative noises as she sucked like a slut. That turned Steve on greatly, and he knew he

couldn't hold out for very long under such delicious coaxing. Turning his head he could see in the wall mirror the

reflection of the little whore at his feet, working away at his stiff pecker.

The bellboy groaned out loud as the waves of pleasure built, and began to buck his hips, pushing his cock deep

into her mouth. It was not hard for Steve to visualise Grace wearing those sexy clothes, giving blowjobs the whole

day around the office blocks, spreading her whore legs oh so wide as they fucked her. Much as she tried to deny

being a hooker, he wouldn’t believe it – looking in the mirror, he was convinced of how she gave blowjobs and

seduced men with her sluttish body.

Steve reached for Grace’s other hand and guided it to his balls. She massaged them gently, as she started to bob

her head up and down, still wanking and sucking. Watching her small hands working his stiff member and his

ball sack gave him great satisfaction. “One more thing – make sure you take all my baby-juice in your mouth later

when I cum,” Steve added.

Steve was determined to hold out for as long as he could, as his eyes took in every detail of the fascinating scene

of sexy Grace’s mouth sucking his prick. He watched the little whore’s face from the top view, and also from the

side view in the mirror. But within a few minutes he felt his climax building, and he knew he couldn’t last any

longer.

His first spurt caught her by surprise, hitting the back of her throat and causing her to start coughing. She pulled

her head away only to have the next spurt spray across her pretty face. Her eyes opened wide with shock. Instead

of pulling away she put her mouth back over his cock as he fired more jism at her. Steve was lost in the pure

ecstasy of her warm lips wrapped around his shaft as the final twitches subsided and his prick began to soften.

She continued to suck gently, as if she was making sure she got every available drop of his milky nectar.

When Steve’s cock was spent completely and shrank, he pulled his cock out of her. Then he made her spit out his

cum into her hand, and look at it.

“Would you like to swallow it?” he asked her. Grace stared at him. “Be honest,” he said. Grace shook her head.

Steve showed a look of disappointment on his face. He handed to Grace the g-string that she worked so hard for.

Wearing it, her ass cheeks would still be entirely naked, and her pussy lips would be visible around the flimsy

string. Still, it must give her the sense of security that she was not pantiless, he thought. He had hoped the sexy

office executive, who was older than him, would have said yes, she liked to swallow his cum, but unfortunately

he was disappointed today. He looked forward to the day that Royston said when Grace would be wearing

Steve’s cum on her face in public.

As Grace took off her high heels and pulled on the teensy piece of undergarment under her skirt, she realized that

the g-string was not the only thing she earned with the blowjob. She also earned her sixth blue bead.

Grace got off the cab at her destination. The sun had almost set. She had to make haste.

On one end of the street was a row of pubs and sports bars, popular with the office crowd in this side of the city.

The other end of the street was seedier, had a few massage parlors, strip-joints and was a haunt for streetwalkers

and those looking for them.

Grace was on the seedier end of the street. Crossing the street, she could already see a few heads turning in her

direction. The men watched the young woman wobble on her four inch high platform shoes, mesmerized by the

striking black vinyl outfit with the daringly cut split-panel skirt that revealed plenty of thigh when she walked.

The platform shoes. It reminded her of a lunch conversation she had with Ming from the office. They were talking

about that Hollywood movie Memoirs of a Geisha. Ming had told her that apparently the twelve inch high

platform shoes that actress Zhang Zi Yi wore in the movie in her coming out ceremony were not historically

accurate. The sky high platforms were worn by tayu in their coming out ceremony, and not by geishas. Unlike

geishas who were primarily entertainers, tayu were licensed prostitutes.

With her feet balancing on the platforms, wearing the slutty outfit she had on her body, Grace felt a sense of

shame pervade her heart, wondering how Ming might react if she saw her now.

After walking past a couple of pubs, she picked her target. A guy wearing jeans and a blue shirt was standing

outside a pub, having a smoke. As Grace approached him, she faltered. Too late, he had noticed her. She walked

up to him.

“Sir, would you like a blowjob?” she asked, as if she was just asking for street directions.

The man took the cigarette out of his mouth and exhaled slowly, while looking at her. Grace shifted uneasily in

her stance.

“How much?” he said.

Grace was caught by surprise. Not by the question, but the fact that she was totally unprepared to give an answer.

She had no clue what the going rate was.

“Umm…. It’s up to you Sir,” she said hesitantly.

“Really?” he said, his eyebrows knitting together.

“Yes, but you’ll have to wear a condom,” she added, trying to sound more assertive now.

The man flicked away his cigarette butt and said, “Alright, let’s go.”

Grace led the man to a side street, where it was not so conspicuous. She got right down to business, unbuckling

the stranger’s belt, and getting down on her knees. Grace felt a strange sense of detachment, yet starkly aware of

the noise of the passing traffic on the main street, the smell of the tar on the road where she was kneeling on, and

the pain of her knee caps pressing against the hard gravel.

She unzipped him, and moved closer, ignoring his body’s unwashed odor. The man lowered his boxers to reveal

his half erect penis, uncircumcised. Using her hand, Grace massaged it into full erection, and put on the condom

for her client. She took it into her mouth, and started sucking it. Her head bobbed in and out, while her small fist

was wrapped around the base of the cock, guiding it into her mouth.

Before long, the man gave a groan. The cock in her mouth started to shoot. Grace kept his cock in her mouth, and

continued pumping with her closed fist, till the man had given up all his semen to her. She looked up, and saw

the satisfaction in his eyes, and slowly allowed the softening cock to slide out of her mouth.

The man watched in amazement as Grace extracted the sperm-filled condom, tied up the open end and put it in

her handbag.

“Your technique is so-so,” he told her, as he pulled out his wallet. “But you’re a great looking whore. Here’s a

twenty,” he said, giving her the bill, which she quickly took and kept.

As Grace wiped her mouth, adjusted her shoes and walked away, she heard him calling out, “Hey will I see you

around here again?”

The second one was easier. It was easier to approach another man now that she had already done it once. The

time was 7.20pm. She hoped she could finish in ten minutes.

The next man was standing on the stairs outside a pub, with a bottle of beer in his hand. With black pants, and a

long-sleeved shirt, this guy looked more presentable than the first. He looked like he might have worked in the

office district near her workplace.

When she asked him if he liked a blowjob, he laughed. “What’s your name?” he said.

“Jennifer,” she said.

The man’s eyes roved up and down her body, considering her offer. It was like he was already mentally stripping

her. “And how much would that set me back by?” he said, taking a swig from his bottle.

“Thirty dollars,” Grace replied coolly, “And you have to wear a condom.”

“How about I give you a hundred to fuck your pussy and ass?” he replied.

Grace did not blink, but she was sure that he saw her face flinch. “I’m sorry, I don’t do that. Only blowjobs.”

“My my… choosy whore, aren’t you? Fine, just suck my cock.”

Again, Grace led the man around the corner of the building, to a more deserted spot.

“Hang on girl, where are you taking me to?” he said suddenly, stopping in his tracks.

“To the side street,” she said, “Please.”

“Forget it. I don’t want to go into some dark alley sweetie. Who knows, you might have a boyfriend waiting for

me there. Suck me off right here.”

Grace looked around. They weren’t too far from the main street, where there were people who walked past

occasionally. But as they were in a shaded part of the sidewalk, it didn’t seem too likely that someone would

really notice them either. If she refused, he could walk, and she really hadn’t had too much time left. She couldn’t

afford to be late for her photography shoot.

“Okay. Here then,” Grace agreed.

The man undid his pants but let Grace pull down his briefs to get to his cock, from her kneeling position. “Alright

Jennifer, get me hard.”

Using her small hand, Grace massaged his cockshaft till it stood up. Unlike the first guy, he was circumcised.

When she produced a condom though, he tried to bargain again. He said, “No rubber. I’ll give you double - sixty

dollars if you suck me without a rubber and swallow my cum.”

“I’m sorry Sir, that’s not what we agreed to,” she protested. “You must wear a condom.”

The man did not know that Grace was just after his sperm. Royston had instructed her to bring three cum-filled

condoms to the photography shoot.

“Fuck… alright, cunt. But now I also want to see your tits.”

Grace knew she had no choice then. If she refused to cooperate, he would probably leave and she had invested

too much with him to have him go without giving her his cum.

Grace unlaced her shiny black bustier, and bared her tits. As she was busy putting on the condom on the

stranger’s cock, he took the opportunity to cup a feel. She let him grope her, for she was short on time.

”You have really tiny tits for a whore,” he said with a leer, “You should really get a boob job. So you can make

money selling tit fucks too. I know someone who can make you go up a few cup sizes. Let me know if you want

me to fix you up with him.”

Grace felt the humiliation as she sucked on his cock. She was a whore.

“YES, suck on my big dick, Jennifer…” he said, enjoying Grace fellating him. “Are you sure you don’t want it in

your hot slot?”

Grace ignored the man, and kept on sucking him earnestly. She had to coax his cock to spurt as quickly as

possible so that she could move to her next target.

“You’re a NASTY little whore, Jenni. I saw you walking around in your getup. So I really wonder how many

cocks have you sucked this week?” he said, his hands holding her head, fucking her mouth with greater urgency

as a minute passed.

Very soon, she felt his grip on the back of her head tighten. With a loud groan, the man held her head firmly in

place with both his hands, and shoved his cock fully into her throat, pressing her nose against his hairy abdomen.

Grace felt her gag reflex kick in, and the tears rushing to her eyes. The next thing she knew, he had let go of her

head, and felt immense relief that she was able to breathe again with the cock stuffing her mouth gone.

“FUCK YOU, Jennifer…” he said, whipping off the condom. Using one hand to hold her chin, the man started to

ejaculate streams of hot jism over Grace’s perfectly made-up face.

“You afraid I have some disease, you dirty whore? Making me wear the rubber? I like to do it MY way,” he said

with a laugh. He wiped his cock on her lips, smearing it with his sticky white semen.

“Like the cum lipstick? Think you’re all high and mighty, being choosy?! You’re just nothing but a disgusting

prostitute. Hundred bucks not good enough for you to sell your pussy and ass? Haha… look at you now!” he

guffawed, letting go of her.

Grace wiped her face with her arm, as the man hurled more insults while he pulled his pants back up.

“Why you looking so pissed for? You said I had to wear a rubber while you sucked my cock, but you didn’t say I

couldn’t cum on your whorish face, did you? Hahaha….”

The man threw her a five dollar bill and walked away, leaving Grace to pick herself up and clean up the mess on

the front of her bustier. The white sperm certainly stood out on the shiny black vinyl.

It was 7.37pm. With only a little more than twenty minutes left, Grace was sure she was going to be late now that

still had to find two more men to donate their semen to her, and make her way to the photography studio.

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Author’s note: Pictures of Grace's outfits available upon request.

Tell Grace what you think of her at grace_slut at yahoo.

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 14 (MF, oral, D/s, forced mast)

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And I'm on tonight

You know my hips don't lie

And I'm starting to feel it's right

All the attraction, the tension

Don't you see baby, this is perfection

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“That’s it sugar, swallow my big cock nice and easy. I know you always wanted to,” the man said, his hands on

the back of her head.

“Yes Daddy,” replied Grace, pausing to avoid choking.

Grace was bent down over the man’s lap in the front seat of his car. The car was parked in a dark alleyway. Like

he had her rehearse just minutes ago, she knew exactly how she should respond as he talked, while she sucked

him off.

“I love your big cock, Daddy,” she said, using her mouth to create a vacuum to envelope his cockhead.

“That’s it Heather sugar. I love to hear you talk dirty like that,” he moaned, “Do you think of Daddy fucking

you?”

“Yes Daddy, I rub my little cunny thinking of your big cock all the time,” she said, massaging his cockshaft with

her closed fist. Sensing that he was near the point of no return, she worked her tongue harder on the underside of

and over the cockhead, adding, “Please fuck my mouth Daddy. I want you to cum in my mouth Daddy, I want to

feel your sperm spurting into me…Ohhhh….”

That was the final straw as the man gave it up with a loud groan.

When she felt the hot runny semen splash into her mouth, she knew that she had sunk to a new low. It was barely

four days ago when she gave the hotel bellboy a blowjob, and between then and now, she had sucked another six

men. The man she just sucked did not want to put on a condom. Desperate for time, Grace had agreed to it.

Getting out of the car with cum in her mouth, she did not wait for any payment from her latest client. She quickly

tried to flag a passing cab, keeping the warm semen in her mouth. Given that it was already 8pm, she wanted to

make haste to her destination before she concerned herself with filling her third condom with the man-cum in her

mouth.

On the cab, she felt again the same feeling as a few days ago in Royston’s office, moments before she fucked

herself with a dildo in front of her trainer. It was the feeling of her pussy tingling, the feeling of being empty, as if

her body was anticipating the sensation of being filled and abused. Only this time, there was also the taste and

pungent smell of semen in her mouth, a reminder of the taste of George’s cum yesterday where she had

succumbed to an orgasm upon receiving his ejaculation in her mouth.

Her pussy tingled again as she sat in the moving cab in her harlot outfit, pantiless. She saw the look in the cab

driver’s eyes earlier in the rear view mirror. She knew what he must be thinking, and how she looked with

remnants of sperm around her lips, holding a condom full of saliva and whitish cum which she just filled from

her mouth.

** 4 DAYS AGO: GRADUATION

Grace leaned against the wall outside Royston’s office, weak-kneed, her eyes half-closed as she endured the

buzzing of the dildo impaled in her cunt. Her juices were slowly dribbling down the edges of the dildo, creating a

ticklish sensation as a drop made its way down her inner thigh under the skirt. She could feel herself slipping

over the edge, so close to losing herself to the embrace of orgasm. The buzzing died down, but Grace knew that

she would probably not be able to stop herself from cumming the next time. She had to ask permission soon,

because if she came without permission, Royston would make her suck the old office janitor’s cock again.

Unlike the first time when she asked for permission to orgasm via Messenger on her computer, and the

subsequent times via telephone, she had to ask Royston in person in his office today.

Grace knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Royston’s voice said.

Grace entered, and closed the door behind her.

“Sit down, Grace,” Royston said, offering the seat opposite his table.

He had that smug look on his face that Grace hated. She knew that he enjoyed humiliating her – and there was

nothing she could do but swallow her pride, and come in here, pleading for permission to have an orgasm.

As Grace sat down, she could feel the dildo starting up again. The tiny vibrations began as a titillating sensation

in her pussy, then grew to a distracting, almost annoying buzz that made her insides all slushy. Royston pushed

the switch up further on his remote in his pocket, ramping up the vibrations to the highest level. The reaction on

Grace was immediate, causing her toes to curl, her eyes to close, her face betraying the primordial sexual urge of a

young healthy female begging for release.

“Grace, stand up and take out Grace-Fucker,” commanded Royston.

Grace stood up. Her hands disappeared under her short skirt. Her left hand pulled aside the crotch panel of her

panties, while the fingers of her right hand grasped the end of the dildo, still buzzing. Its length slowly emerged

from Grace’s dripping wet cunt, the noise from the buzzing grew louder. In withdrawing the buzzing instrument

from her pussy, Grace nearly came, courtesy of the many ridges and bumps on the dildo. Grace-Fucker, as it had

been christened, by Royston, was shaped like a real-life cock. Unlike the smooth cigar-shaped silver vibrator

which also has been used on her several times, Grace-Fucker was almost two inches longer, had a thicker girth,

and had a skin-like texture. Not to mention her name Grace was engraved on its side, a reminder of whose mouth

and pussy its mission was to fuck.

“My my…look at you.. look at all your slime on Grace-Fucker… alright, sit down on the sofa – you don’t look that

steady on your feet.”

Using his remote control, Royston turned the vibrator in the dildo down to a low hum, as it purred in Grace’s

right hand.

Grace sat down, relieved that the massive dildo was out of her cunt.

“What did you come here for, Grace?” Royston asked the obvious question.

“To ask you for permission to cum, Sir…” Grace said.

“Well.. put Grace-Fucker against your clit and ask,” Royston replied.

Grace gingerly touched the vibrating dildo to her clit, as she laid on her side on the leather sofa. Her body jerked

like it was hit with an electric shock. Grace whimpered, and forced the words out of her mouth, “Can Grace have

your permission to cum Sir?”. Embarrassed that the heat of lust showed on her face, Grace lowered her gaze to

the floor, looking at her fuck-me heels.

“Spread your legs for me. Masturbate yourself for me, and ask again,” was Royston’s reply. Royston turned the

dildo off.

Grace whimpered, a refusal hovering on her lips, then she slowly opened her thighs. Royston could see the hairs

around her slit were wet with her juices, and as he watched she slipped her middle finger between the folds of

her cunt. She gave an audible sigh, not by choice, and began to stroke her finger up and down her slit, rubbing

the tip over her clit. After a minute or two she slid down on the sofa, opening her legs wider as she did so.

Royston had a clear view of her swollen pussy lips. She pushed a finger deep inside her cunt, groaning as she did

so, then her other hand was there, teasing her clit. She was bucking her hips in an unladylike fashion, murmuring

to herself as her body repeated the steady rocking rhythm.

“Can I have please have your permission to cum Sir?” Grace’s whispered, her voice slightly cracked.

“Did you say ‘I?’ Remember, this body is not yours anymore. And let’s be specific.. which part of this body wants

to cum?”

“Grace’s pussy Sir,” she said, flushing.

“CUNT. Who does this CUNT belong to, and who controls it?”

“Nakamori-san and you Sir.”

“Good, so ask for permission properly again.”

“Can your cunt please have permission to cum, Sir?” Grace felt hopelessly humiliated, by her own words no less.

Whether she used “cunt” to refer to herself, or to refer to a part of the body that used to be hers, it worked either

way.

“Put Grace-Fucker back in that worthless cunt,” he replied.

Grace did so, her mouth unconsciously open as she forced the large phallic object into herself. The dildo turned

on again inside of her, causing her to gyrate in her seat involuntarily. Her eyes were half-closed as she struggled

to maintain some semblance of composure and self-control at first, but gradually started to relax as her body

succumbed to the feelings of lust consuming her from within.

She felt total shame by her forced masturbation in front of Royston. This was the first time she ever did

something so personal in front of another person. Not even her boyfriend had seen her play with herself like that.

Subconsciously, her exposure excited her. The inhibitions torn down systematically by Royston only inflamed her

desires, as it dawned on her that no man had seen all of her so intimately as Royston has. Grace felt herself

approaching the brink of orgasm, then the vibrations in the dildo suddenly stopped, denying her the sweet

release which she hungered.

Unable to help herself, Grace stroked her middle finger over her swollen clit. Her breath changed into short gasps,

simultaneously with the realization of what she had done – she had pushed herself over the edge.

At that instant, her eyes connected with Royston’s. She saw what he saw. She felt an intense shame that he was

observing her orgasm beginning. She saw his face as he watched her cum, making her degradation complete.

With a low cry of despair, she clamped her thighs together on her hand, rolled onto her side and curled into a ball,

her tiny body shaking as her climax ran its course. Under Royston’s watchful gaze, she felt each one of the intense

waves of her climax pushing her further into the haze of abandoned lust, enslaving her body and soul deeper.

Slowly, she came to, and opened her eyes. Filled with shame, she could not look Royston in the eye, but knew

that Royston had moved from his seat to sit directly in front of her.

“You came without permission Grace,” Royston said in an accusatory tone.

“I’m so sorry Sir!” Grace frantically apologized.

“Why did you do it?” he said, “You will be punished you know.”

”Please forgive me Sir, I did not mean it… I couldn’t stop myself..”

“My my.. so Grace couldn’t stop herself from cumming could she? It felt too good did it?” remarked Royston, his

lip curling up in scorn.

His fingers grasped the handle of the dildo embedded still in Grace’s cunt, and withdrew it. He thought he saw a

shiver pass through her body as Grace-Fucker emerged from her cunt lips, dripping with her juices.

Royston ran his fingertips through her thin pubes, then pushed a fingertip into her slit and found her clit. Her

eyes rolled as he started to tease her sensitive bud. He gently inserted his fingertip, feeling her labia lips close

around it like it was a cock. He began to slowly finger fuck her, pushing in a little further each time. She gasped

and clung tighter. Then he was able to push his finger all the way into her. The muscles of her hot, velvety tunnel

closed tight around his finger.

Without warning, Royston pushed his index finger of his other hand into Grace’s anus. As it was already wet

with her cunt juices, it easily slid in an inch. “OH GOD..” Grace cried out, feeling pain, shock, humiliation and

disgust at the painful intrusion into her anal passage.

Royston started to tease her clit again with the tip of his thumb, occasionally caressing it with his fingernail.

Meanwhile two fingers were entrenched in her cunt, hooking upward to find the spongy spot on the roof that

was her G-spot. Finding it, Royston began to attack the soft tissue, while using the heel of his hand to keep the

pressure on her clit, causing Grace to make unintelligible grunting noises as he finger-banged her deeply.

Under the triple assault of clitoral, vaginal and anal stimulation, Grace was soon crying out for permission to

orgasm again. Her eyes begged for mercy from the man who controlled her body completely.

“Sirr…. Can this cunt have your permission to cumm - ahhhhhh… t-to cum please?” she said softly.

He asked, “What will you do if I let this cunt orgasm?”

He withdrew his fingers of his right hand and turned their attention to her engorged clit which had taken

temporary refuge under the hood. He prodded and pinched the erectile tissue cruelly, his fingers drawing out a

moan from the powerless young woman as she struggled to answer.

“What will you do if I let this cunt orgasm?” he repeated.

“Anything, Sir,” she cried in submission.

“Sluts will do anything to orgasm, Grace. Are you a slut?”

“Yes Sir, Grace is a slut,” she choked, in a shameless declaration.

“You’re not just a slut. You’re a skanky slut toy. A whore hole.” he said. “Tell me what you are.”

“I’m a skanky slut toy and a whore hole, Sir,” Grace wailed, her voice trembling.

He looked at her pretty face as she lay there. Eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration, her jaw slack and open.

Her small tits rose and fell rapidly. She began to whimper gently and started to push her hips up in time to his

finger fuck. Royston kept up the rhythm, the fingers of his right hand making squelching noises in Grace’s cunt,

signaling an imminent orgasm of her vaginal walls.

“A walking cunt in the office. That’s what you are,” he said, ”The walking fuck-hole of the company. You’re so

close to walking in the office stark naked - wearing nothing but makeup, high heels and dangly earrings.”

The pace of his strokes quickened, his fingers plunging into her slobbering wet cunt, deep-fucking her G-spot,

making the spongy area swell with the stimulation.

"Can you feel my finger up your asshole?" He twisted his finger cruelly in her anus, watching her body shudder

in pain.

“Yes Sir – “, she gasped. His fingers spread her twin holes, forcing them apart as he continued to abuse her body.

“Who has mastery over this body?” he asked, the fingernail of his thumb grazing the hardened little nub that was

her clit. A second finger pushed against her backdoor, forcing its way to join the first finger.

Her eyes flew open in shock as she felt the pressure on her backdoor give way as the finger slipped into her

butthole with a pop. “You Sir!” she cried in pain.

“Can this slut toy cum with my finger up her asshole?”

Eliciting a frantic gasp from Grace, the second finger burrowed inexorably into her tight ass till it too was

knuckle-deep, adding pain on top of pleasure, and pleasure on top of pain as the forced stroking of her clit and G-

spot continued.

“Y-yes Sir, “ she answered, her eyes wide-open.

Her body jerked on his fingers as they continued to pinch and prod her openings, dragging moans of pleasure

and pain from her lips as he masturbated her.

“Tell me slut toy, what you want,” he said.

“Yes Sir, this slut toy wants to orgasm with your finger up my asshole,” Grace announced ruefully, her cheeks

wet with tears of shame.

Royston noted that her labia was now standing forward and her clit had exposed itself from under its protective

hood, the tiny pea-sized organ presenting itself excitedly.

“Good. I will give you permission to cum in a moment. Make sure you say it out loud when you are cumming.

Sluts always announce their orgasm to let the whole world know that their cunts own them. Even though it’s

darn obvious they are cumming.”

“Ready…” he said, his fingernail grazing her clit.

Grace hung on the edge. Royston pressed his thumb firmly onto the base of her clit, making the head stand out

proudly, his fingers squeezing and pulling the delicate morsel. Grace was biting her bottom lip, her face contorted

in pleasure and concentration.

“CUM NOW CUNT ”

"Yeeeessss," she cried, her ass arched backwards, forcing her spasming twin holes onto the digits that she was

speared on. His other fingers spread her vaginal walls wide, resisting the muscular contractions that were starting.

“YYYYEEEESSSS, I"MMMM CUUUUUMMMMMIIINNNNGGG," she cried, her pussy and asshole clamping

down hard on Royston’s fingers in an intense orgasm that engulfed her. Grace’s small body shook violently as

she was forced to accept three fingers up her backside, her tortured body letting go a deluge of her secretions.

As she climaxed the second time in the same evening, Royston felt her hot cunt walls squeezing strongly on his

entrenched fingers repeatedly, gripping onto them tightly. Her clit was an angry deep red, full with

engorged blood, a pulsing beacon of pure pleasure. Her body shook and shuddered as the buried fingers drew

out a third orgasm with the repeated stroking and hammering of her G-spot, the continued pressure of the heel of

his hand forcibly masturbating her clit, with three fingers filling her asshole.

In her cum-daze, Grace’s small hands reached down and grabbed the male arm that was fucking her, hanging

onto it as the waves of her third climax accompanied the blissful uterine contractions of her clitoral orgasm even

before her vaginal orgasm subsided.

Like a hurt animal she moaned, bucking her hips, riding the hand like a bronco. Her writhing, jerking body

merged with the hand that controlled every inch of her being, leaving it completed drenched in her clear love

fluids.

Finally the spasms subsided, leaving Grace panting, her chest heaving from the exertion of her multiple orgasms.

“A cum-whore,” said Royston, raising up his arm, all covered with Grace’s juices, evidence of how far she

had squirted earlier in her throes of ecstasy. “A good-for-nothing, skanky cum whore. Begging and promising to

do anything just to cum. You really are a slave, a slave to my cunt. Since begging to orgasm is second nature to

you now, you’ve graduated from this stage of training,” said Royston.

The man got up from his seat, wiping his elbow with a handkerchief. “Congratulations my dear grace slut - I will

inform your Owner of the good news,” he said, walking out of the door and leaving Grace in his office. She heard

his voice fade down the corridor, “I need to think about your punishment too for the earlier infringement. “

Grace felt a tremor escape from her cunt walls, when she heard the word, “punishment.”

That was four days ago. Grace alighted from the cab outside the decrepit building that housed Joe’s photography

studio. It was almost 8.15pm, which meant she was late by fifteen minutes for her shoot. She knew that she would

be punished for being late, one of the lessons she would learn as a slut. She also knew that the rules were only

going to get tougher for her. Like having semen in her mouth even before she could ask for permission to cum.

Like having to whore herself at Royston’s whim and fancy.

The contents of the three little rubber balloons in her handbag, were testament to Grace the cum-whore. They

were full of man-cum that she had extracted from complete strangers with her mouth in the last hour. First was a

man in his early thirties, whom she blew while kneeling on the sidewalk. Number two didn’t count because he

came on her face instead of in the condom. Number three was a college senior who was hanging out at a bar with

a couple of friends – she blew him in the dingy men’s toilet, taking a record two minutes. Last was in the car of a

man in his mid-forties, while he indulged in his incestuous fantasy.

She was becoming numb to the initial feelings of self-loathing, bitterness and humiliation. She pushed the sordid

imagery of her cock-sucking out of her head. She refused to think, refused to acknowledge what she was doing.

She told herself she had to follow Royston’s orders, or be punished. Like he said, it was her second nature now.

As Grace entered the studio, her hands were cold and clammy. Her heart was thumping. She could not help but

fidget nervously, imagining what Royston and Joe had in store for her at her second bondage photography shoot.

What would they have her do with the supply of fresh cum that she was told to bring?

GRACE'S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 15 (MF, bondage, humiliation, nc)

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Boy one taste of what I got

I'll have you spending all you got

Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor

Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha

** Present day: THE SECOND BONDAGE SHOOT

When Royston saw Grace in the studio, she was already chained to the wall, with the umbrella studio light

trained on her. He had arrived shortly after she did. Just in time to watch Joe preparing his camera to take

pictures of a bound and gagged Grace.

On the sofa near the entrance was a pile of clothing - the ones she had turned up in. Like he remembered, the

vinyl outfit he ordered for her was outrageous and dangerously sexy. Next to it was a pair of high platform shoes.

Royston marveled at how Grace had been transformed to an obedient slut now.

The first time she gave him a blowjob, was when he blackmailed her into doing so -she was unwilling, only

performing the degrading sexual act in his office upon his coercion.

Three days ago, she was submissive. She came to him, pleading for his permission to let her cum. He offered her

his cock. She sucked hungrily. Her fingers played with her twat as he used her mouth. When he blew his load

into her waiting mouth, it was deeply satisfying to look at the lovely Grace at his feet, her small mouth slightly

open, his white semen coating her tongue, the sticky substance staining her ruby lips as she looked up at him,

trying to keep his sperm load from overflowing out of her mouth. "Can I hath perrmi-shion - " Grace had

mumbled with her head tilted back, struggling to avoid his semen from spilling out as she begun to speak. As she

completed her sentence, " - to cum, Sir?" he remembered vividly her right hand busy between her thighs,

kneading the inside folds of her cunt, while her left hand brushed surreptitiously over her breasts, trying to

disguise her attempt to draw a cheap iota of pleasure from her aroused nipples that had hardened to little points.

Royston simply loved how she looked when she was consumed by the need to orgasm.

He had responded, "As you swallow my semen, you may cum, slut." He was pleased with her for she had learnt

his newest rule for her: to even have the right to ask for permission to orgasm, she must first have man-cum in

her mouth.

Shortly after he gave permission, he witnessed the slut's petite body twitching as she spent herself - all that was

left of his fresh sperm load was mingled in saliva in her mouth, and around her lips.

Two days ago, when she again needed his permission to cum, he made her call her boyfriend on her phone, and

had her put the boyfriend on hold as he used her mouth. Royston knew that with her putting her boyfriend on

hold to give him a blowjob, and then keeping his cum in her mouth to say goodbye to her boyfriend was an act of

great humiliation for her, one that will create distress in her mind for months to come. Apparently that did not

diminish the magnitude of the orgasm that she experienced just seconds after putting down the phone when

Royston had let the little slut cum.

Best though, was yesterday.

Yesterday Grace had appeared in his office, with George's cum in her mouth, in order to ask permission from him

to orgasm. George was a shy sort of guy from the accounting department who had the hots for her. Grace, the

office slut, had searched out her own prey, given a blow-job and returned to show Royston the man-cum in her

mouth. She was undeniably the new company whore.

His whore to control. His bitch even asked him yesterday for permission to pee.

Royston rubbed his chin, in a thinking mood, as he watched Joe adjust the long metal chain on the bitch's body as

she sat quietly on the floor next to the brick wall. Has she been broken yet? Or 'house-broken' as Nakamori put it?

Royston wanted to claim his reward soon from Nakamori, for training the Japanese fashion designer's pet.

For the shoot, Joe had removed the bitch's anklet - a thin chain threaded with beads. This was the only time it

was not on her body, for she had to wear it whether she was sleeping, bathing or working, as a reminder of her

status.

"By the way Royston, she was late for fifteen minutes," said Joe. The cuff restraints on the bitch's ankles and

wrists, and her studded collar were already secured to the same heavy metal chain locked to a thick metal ring

connected to the brick wall. Joe snapped on large padlocks on the cuffs on her wrists, and her ankles. Larger than

practical for Doms and their live-in slaves, but great for photography.

"Really?" replied Royston, looking at his bitch.

"Mmmmmmmmmfff.." was all he could make out of her verbal response, and her wide eyes.

A cleave gag - a simple piece of black cloth pulled between her teeth - kept the bitch silent.

FLASH! Joe took the first photograph of Grace's second bondage shoot.

Royston mused that this morning, an attractive young executive had just gone to work in the office, every inch

looking like a high-powered career woman wearing sexy designer clothes. Now she was no better than a bitch

chained naked to the wall, restrained and gagged.

At the workplace, he was one of the few who would know that underneath the façade of this young pretty thing

was a slut that had already been used by six men. Her anklet of six beads was a reminder of how she was used.

Four in the mouth and two in the pussy, including one that raped her with foreign objects.

FLASH! FLASH ! Several more photographs were taken to complete the series.

Next, the bitch was unchained and brought to sit down on a bar stool. Her collar was changed to a broader one,

and a smaller set of chains brought out. Her gag was removed and she was allowed to put on a pair of black

panties. She was placed in front of a red backdrop with one hand tugging on a chain linked to her collar and

another pulling down her panties on one side. Grateful that the cloth in her mouth was removed, she wetted her

dry lips and relaxed her aching jaws, and certainly knew better than to gripe since she was at least wearing

panties then. FLASH!

Royston lounged on the sofa, thinking if he should have a collar made specially for his bitch, one that said

"GRACE" in large letters on a brass plate in front. He took a big bite from a green apple he had grabbed from a

nearby fruit bowl, watching Joe apply a layer of oil on the bitch. Joe had instructed her to stand up and chained

her to a big metal eye-hook from the ceiling with her wrists overhead.

When Joe secured her hands above her head, she had gotten nervous, and asked, "Sir? What is going on?" Being

chained to the wall earlier wasn't an easy experience for her to stomach already, but now being strung to the

ceiling gave her a new sense of helplessness. Joe had simply told her, "You will find out soon enough. Now keep

quiet or we'll have to gag you again."

With her wrists immobilized above her, Grace could not really do much except the occasional fidgeting as Joe

took careful delight in massaging the shiny oil all over her body. He spent an inordinate amount of time applying

the oil on her breasts, her inner thighs, lower belly, crotch and buttocks, making sure he got every inch of skin,

nook and cranny. Unable to look at the photographer in his face when he stepped up close to her naked body,

Grace had closed her eyes. Somehow the act of looking down at his oil-coated hands rubbing her would make her

feel a stronger sense of being violated, so she avoided looking. She felt both his hands massaging her sensitive

breasts simultaneously, and fought an overwhelming urge to shrink back and turn her body away.

Royston had noticed how conscientious Joe was in working the oil into her skin thoroughly, not missing the

chance to use his middle finger to rub her areola in little circular motions, an action that would inevitably make

the nipple grow hard and erect. Grace shut her mind off and told herself to be still and quiet as she felt his fingers

slip below the panties to spread the oil carefully over her pubes, feeling his fingers run freely through her pubic

hair, as if he was combing them.

Joe eventually returned to his camera and took more shots, of the now slick-bodied bitch standing with arms

shackled overhead, in several variations. Legs together, barefoot. Legs apart, with high heels. Panties slightly

pulled down revealing the top of the pubic turf. Panties pulled all the way down to her mid-thighs. Panties at

half-mast, bunched at her knees. Panties dangling around one ankle, resting artistically around a high heel and

arched foot. He even turned up the air-conditioning in the studio. The cold air helped her nipples to stay erect

and elongated. What a perfectionist.

To get the right shot, he took great care in positioning his exquisite model exactly the way he wanted. To get her

weight on the ball of her feet, he raised the chain up, stretching her lean nubile body toward the ceiling - pulling

already tired arms even tauter and higher. He knew that many of the clients would love a good view of her bare

underarms with her slender arms stretched taut above her head. He pulled the chain to one side forcing her body

to turn partially to create the illusion that she was twisting and struggling. Of course, there was always the option

of using a feather to tickle her to really make her twist and turn.

Joe paused at his camera, and went up to his nude model, helplessly strung up from her wrists, with her weight

on the balls of her feet and her soles barely touching the floor. As if that wasn't enough, he reached down to her

ankle, unbuckled one high heel and then pulled it off Grace's foot, eliciting a gasp of alarm from the girl. He

repeated with the other side, leaving her barefoot.

With the few inches of height gone, Grace found herself on her tip-toes, the strain on her outstretched arms

causing a terrible ache.

"Please Sir, I can't.. stand.." she pleaded.

"Stop whining," said Joe, "you're getting on my nerves."

Grace held her tongue, forcing herself to ignore the burning sensation in her tired muscles.

Joe continued taking his time to snap several more high resolution photographs - high resolution enough to

capture the thin sheen of perspiration forming on the girl's forehead, the minute dimples on her areola, and even

the hair follicles on her armpits.

Grace's calves were trembling from the effort of standing tip-toe, while her arms felt like they were ready to

dislocate from her shoulder joints.

Joe had paused his picture taking, contemplating something. He had detected the faint shadow of a light fuzz in

her armpits, indicating that she probably had not shaved for a few days. Should he do it for her there and then?

What would Nakamori want? There were both clients who liked to see the girls in the photo books totally devoid

of body hair, as well as some who wanted girls to be au naturel with a full bush or even requested to see their

armpit hair grow out. Nah, there was no time for shaving her. He continued taking more pictures, enjoying the

change in posture of his subject as the strain took its toll on her leg and arm muscles.

"Alright, costume time. Wanna help me change her?" said Joe, turning to Royston, who had just finished

crunching the last of his second apple.

"I already have," said Royston sardonically, getting up from the sofa.

When Grace was let down and released from her chains, she almost collapsed. Royston caught her, and sat her

down. She was only vaguely aware of what was happening as Royston dressed her patiently. By this time Grace

was mechanically going through the motions of whatever she was told.

When Royston stepped back, his bitch was wearing a mesh waist-cinching corset with three vertical strips of

studded leather running down the front, shiny black leather panties that were also studded on the perimeter,

matched with sheer wide-top stockings and garters. Combined with a heavy-duty studded collar sporting a big

ring at her throat (where a leash would snap on), and a pair of wrist-cuffs chained together such that she could

not spread her arms further than half an arm-length, this transformed his bitch into an exotic and sensuous vision

of a submissive Gothic vixen.

Judging by the look on the bitch's face as Joe focused the camera on her, she seemed to think the risqué corset -

which sort of covered her abdomen but left her tits exposed - more degrading than earlier photos where she was

stark naked. Indeed the mesh corset, which simultaneously hid and displayed her naked skin underneath, created

the juxtaposition between her constricted waist, and her freely exposed boobs, accentuating her womanly curves

unabashedly by pushing her naked bust up and out.

FLASH! FLASH!

"Hang on. Let's not forget the accessories."

Royston picked up a ball-gag from a chest, stepped behind her. "Look in front."

Joe could see the panic in Grace's eyes as Royston pushed the ball into her mouth behind the teeth, with the

straps going around the head to secure it in place.

"No.. no.. iilihhh," she protested.

With the piece of silicone forcing her mouth open, Grace found that while she could breathe once she calmed

down, since there were holes in the ball that allowed airflow, plenty of saliva was forming in her mouth. The ball

gag made it impossible for her to swallow her saliva, so it soon dribbled out from the holes in long webby strands.

Unconsciously she tried to wipe the saliva with the back of her hand but her chained wrists did not allow her to

lift her hand that far. There was nothing she could do as she salivated all over the place.

But of course, Joe didn't mind the bitch's drooling on her own body, using the opportunity to take some close-up

shots. Embarrassed at her inability to control her salivation, she tried to say something, but talking was of course

impossible too. She only succeeded in making unintelligible noises, worthy of an animal, which Joe ignored. The

ball gag was definitely a good physical reminder that nobody was interested to hear what bitches had to say.

FLASH! Another dozen photographs were taken, with variations of Grace's wrists cuffed to different parts of her

body, such as her ankles, and to the back of her collar behind her neck. She looked like a very obedient bitch

indeed.

"You've been a very good pet today, slut," said Royston to her. "I'm starting to like you. It seems that we can be

hospitable to each other."

For the next costume change, Grace wore a harness on her body.

It was like she was wearing some plastic flaps which were held together by a few straps and three metal rings,

displaying more of her body than covering it. In addition, she wore sheer lace-top stockings in striking purple.

Then her hands were bound together with rope.

"Sit on the sofa with your legs wide open," Royston instructed her.

He secured Grace's bound hands to an overhead chain suspended from the ceiling to prevent her from lowering

her arms. Then he tied Grace's ankles to the legs of the sofa on either side of her, keeping her legs spread apart.

As he put on the ball-gag on her once again, he told her, "Nakamori should be here any minute now. He will

enjoy being greeted by you in this scene I am sure."

He easily folded the flimsy flaps on her bosom, tucking them to the side, baring her tits to the camera once again.

Grace was once again, bound, tied and gagged in bondage display.

"We want more realism in this set of pictures though," he said mysteriously.

Moments later, Royston produced a strange looking object resembling a baton with a rounded top. Grace did not

know that this was the Hitachi Magic Wand, famed for delivering clitoral orgasms through its high-powered

vibrations.

He turned it on, and immediately a strong humming sound could be heard. Unlike the usual personal vibrators,

this thing packed a phenomenal punch compared to its weaker battery-operated cousins.

When Royston placed the rounded head of the wand against the flap which covered Grace's cunt, he was

immediately rewarded with a muffled squeal from Grace, as the girl tried in vain to avoid the insane assault on

her private parts. She could not budge her restraints as much as she tried to twist her body this way and that.

FLASH! FLASH!

"Excellent!" cried Joe, snapping his camera away.

"Mmmmmmggggggfffffff..." Grace cried through her ball gag. She only succeeded in making hollow

unintelligible noises, as the head of the heavy wand was rested against her crotch. The sensations running

through her pubic region drove her crazy. Royston would contact her pussy with the wand for ten seconds and

then lift it away, and then repeat again, allowing Joe to take as many pictures as he needed with the girl

squirming and screaming through the gag.

A minute later, Royston moved away with the wand, leaving Grace heaving and panting. Beads of perspiration

had already formed on her face. Her eyes were half-closed as her body recovered, but flew wide-open again when

Royston returned. In his hands were the two used condoms she had brought to the studio.

Grace flinched and uttered a muffled cry as he emptied the two balloons of semen on her face and her tits.

Joe continued snapping more photographs, clearly enthused with the composition of the picture he was getting

with sperm splashed and dripping all over his model's face and bosom, as Royston continued the onslaught on

her helplessly vulnerable pussy by pressing the huge wand head against her clit.

With her eyes shut in humiliating agony, Grace could only think of one thing on her mind. She heard Royston's

voice from the past days when she had lowered herself to the scum of the earth by begging him for permission to

orgasm:

"What are the rules for cumming, Grace?" he said sternly.

"I- I can't cum unless I've been given permission Sir.." she struggled to say, trying to keep George's

runny semen in her mouth.

"And?"

"And, I can't ask for permission unless I've got man-cum in my mouth," she continued, her eyes downcast in

shame.

"Suck my cock, bitch," were his words to her. "As you swallow my semen, you may cum, slut," he told her. And

swallowed she did - she recalled tasting his hot viscous seed traveling down her gullet to her stomach, just as her

fingers worked her clit to the climax it so desperately sought while she was kneeling before her trainer. She was a

filthy cum-whore, now covered with the semen which she sucked from strangers' cocks just less than an hour ago,

where she was also kneeling on the sidewalk to perform her ignominious deed. The burning sensation on her

pussy now was an echo of how her fingers had been thrusting into her cunt feverishly in the past days, drawing

copious amounts of love moisture till she spent herself in front of him.

"Holy Smokes!" someone exclaimed.

Grace opened her eyes in surprise, and recognized the silhouette standing behind Royston, who had stopped the

wand and turned his head to see who had interrupted the scene. Nakamori had just arrived apparently, just in

time to see his semen-decorated slut on the path to an impending forced orgasm. But it wasn't Nakamori's voice

that Grace heard. It was the burly guy standing next to Nakamori. As she focused against the bright lights to

make out the features of the man's face - the man was unapologetically staring at her lewdly bound body - the

recognition that dawned in her eyes was accompanied by panic and utmost shame!

She wailed, with the ball-gag in her mouth, her only form of protest available. It was the burly man from the

shopping mall, the one with the hairy face that came into the men's toilet while she was being photographed

naked in there.

"Don't look at me!! No please.. don't look..." Grace screamed mostly in her head - what came out from her gag

were merely animal-like noises. She was overcome with distress that yet another man, someone she hardly knew,

was looking at her cum-covered body, in slut-display bondage. Even more so, at that moment, Royston pressed

the wand against her crotch, delivering an intense blast of vibrations to her cunt which had already started

lubricating against her will.

"Ken is here to see his porn starlet," announced Nakamori with a smile. "Would you believe I bumped into him

yesterday?"

Ken shook Royston's hand and Joe's hand, beaming. "Gee this is the first time I'm on a set like this! Hope you

don't mind me being here!"

"Oh no, not at all. Please feel free to look around," said Joe, "we're in the middle of a shoot, so pardon if Grace

can't shake your hand or greet you," he said with a grin.

"Well this is not a video shoot. Just a promotional photo-spread," said Nakamori. "Hey maybe you want to help

us with it?" Nakamori's head nodded toward the Hitachi magic wand that Royston was holding.

"Are you serious?!" Ken almost jumped for joy when Royston handed him the huge vibrator.

The three men - Royston, Nakamori, and Joe with his camera - stood back and watched as the burly Ken grabbed

the chance offered to him to use the wand on his idol.

Grace braced herself as the wide-eyed man descended on her with his hairy arm wielding the wand. "Do I just

stick it here?" he asked, pressing the wand's large head against her pubic mons, causing her to give a long

muffled scream.

"Excellent, just like that! Hold it there, hold it - " said Joe, focusing his camera. FLASH! FLASH!

"Are you sure she's ok?" said Ken, turning to look at Nakamori and Joe, "she's making an awful lot of noise."

"Don't worry mate - she's enjoying it," said Royston with a grin.

Grace pulled and pulled on her restraints, involuntarily crying out, as the jarring vibrations reverberated through

her pubic bone and entire pubic region. A trickle of cunt juice escaped down her thigh, which was immediately

noticed by her fan. "I can't wait for your film to be released!" he told her enthusiastically. Grace did not hear what

he said nor was she able to respond, for she was only conscious of the unbearable tension and stimulation in her

pelvic region that told her she was hovering on the verge of orgasm.

FLASH! "Done," said Joe, "we can move on to the next series."

Ken looked disappointed as he handed the wand back to Royston.

Over the next forty minutes, Grace was subjected to more extreme bondage in front of her new-found fan.

First Nakamori used a long length of rope to tie up her body. Rope bondage, he called it. The rope went around

her almost naked body several times, above and below her breasts, even between. The only thing she wore was

the sheer purple stockings which ran in several places after he was done. The rope bound her breasts tightly,

making them protrude out lewdly. Then he lifted one of her legs, and tied that as well, such that she only stood

on one leg, her other thigh suspended in a vulgar angle to display her pussy. Her ball-gag was swapped with a

dildo, which was somehow secured in her mouth also by the rope. Joe took a dozen pictures of her in this pose.

Then Nakamori stuck a dildo in her pussy, using the rope that bound her lower body to loop it around the handle

and hold it snugly in her orifice. Joe took some close-up shots of the twin dildos in her mouth and in her pussy.

To spice up things further, Royston offered Ken a chance to write some words on her body. These words would

appear in the photographs - kinda like a reverse autograph, since Ken would see the words he wrote, on his fav

starlet's body!

Unable to speak with the dildo still in her mouth, Grace could only quietly listen to the conversation on what to

stick into which orifice of her body and whether they had a permanent marker to write on her body

"Oh brother, that's such a great idea," Ken confessed. "But I don't know what to write!"

In the end, at Grace's suggestion (when Royston took out her gag to let her speak), her fan wrote the following

words with lipstick on her ass, thigh, and torso.

I LOVE S&M

FUCK ME

RAPE THIS PUSSY

Joe took more pictures from several angles. At this point, Ken took leave, albeit reluctantly as he had an

appointment. He exchanged some words with Nakamori and Royston, but Grace was so exhausted from having

her body twisted and bound in so many awkward positions that she was past the point of caring what was said.

Towards the end, it was a blur to Grace. She remembered two dildos being inserted into her pussy and up her ass,

while her body was still trussed up like a turkey, with her arms tied behind her back. The ropes bound her body

so tightly that movement was impossible; one length of rope extended from her navel down to her crotch and

back up like a g-string, except it was purposely made so tight that it crept up into her pussy lips and ass-crack.

The dildos were pushed into her orifices until the ends were secured in place by the rope. Both were vibrator

dildos, and were turned on simultaneously. She remembered how her saliva dripped from her open mouth

through the holes of her ball-gag onto her own naked body when she howled, and it was then when she finally

orgasmed that evening.

That was not the end of the shoot, as she hoped. Nakamori lent his expertise in Japanese rope bondage for the

final pose, binding Grace's petite body in such a way that her arms were straight but bound together behind her

back, her hands touching the back of her feet as her knees were bent fully such that her legs arched back. Using an

elaborate setup of ropes, her whole body was horizontally suspended from the ceiling, at about waist height from

the floor, with the front of her body facing the floor and her head facing forward.

Shortly after, Royston and Nakamori left the studio for the night, leaving Joe to finish up the shoot. An early

game of golf the next day, Nakamori had said. Joe took several more pictures of her with a large dildo stuffed in

her mouth.

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Author's note: 1. Pictures illustrating the poses of the shoot available upon request. 2. The use of a gag on anyone

is risky due to inhibition of breathing and may cause asphyxia, especially if the subject is ill or has a cold.

Vomiting and choking is also a risk, which further blocks the airway. A gagged subject should never be left alone.

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 16 (MF, nc, rape)

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So be wise and keep on

Reading the signs of my body

And I am starting to feel you boy

Come on let's go, real slow

The following day, Grace’s body was aching. Nevertheless, she was busy in the mailroom. By trying to keep

herself busy, she avoided thinking about what happened the previous evening.

Royston knew where Grace was because he had cleverly tapped on a security camera in the office and routed a

copy of the signal to his personal computer. He could watch the image of the mailroom as captured by the

security camera, right on his screen. He observed how Tony was periodically stopping in his work to watch Grace,

like a hawk watching its prey.

Royston also knew that under that designer office wear, Grace was wearing sexy lingerie. He laughed, as he

entertained a thought that Tony’s eyes would pop out of his socket if he saw Grace’s crotchless panties

underneath that micro-skirt she was wearing. Royston wondered if he should have Grace work in the mailroom

sitting on a low-stool, which would give Tony plenty of opportunities.

Perhaps he would even have Grace ask Tony if he'd like to take her out for dinner after work. Tony wasn’t

married, and while he fantasized about women, he rarely if ever, goes out with any, as they all reject his requests.

With an office hottie like Grace asking him if he'd like to go out, it would be his opportunity of a lifetime. It

would be fun to have Grace invite Tony going back into her hotel room with him and get him into her bed. He

would instruct her to seduce Tony by asking him to lick her cunt. She would allow him to do whatever he wanted

sexually with her. To encourage the right things to happen, Royston would relieve her of her panties and bra

before she went out on the date with Tony. Royston smiled, thinking of the possibilities.

Grace bent down and retrieved the stack of mail from the bin, wobbling on her high heels. A smart looking

business suit was delivered to her hotel room that morning. The skirt was short as usual. There were panties, but

wearing it made her feel more naked then if she wasn’t wearing one. No wonder the bellboy Steve who delivered

the clothes to her had such a wide grin on his face. When she answered the door in her see-through black nightie,

she already noticed the hardon in his pants.

Letting him into her room, he had quickly showed her the folded panties in a paper bag, and asked for a handjob

as his condition for handing the undergarment over. She had readily agreed, not realizing it was a pair of

crotchless panties. With her fist wrapped around his erect tool, she had worked it in a fast, blurry motion, ending

very quickly with Steve spilling his morning seed around her closed fingers. Satiated, he had handed over the bag,

obviously enjoying the shock on her face when she realized that her bare pussy showed through the gap where

the crotch panel of the panties should have been ! Still, she had no choice but to wear it. Not wearing the clothes

she was given to wear would result in repercussions, as stated clearly in her contract she signed with Royston.

As Grace slotted the first of the many letters into the mailboxes, she felt very conscious of her micro skirt which

had an annoying tendency to ride up her thighs. The fact that her pussy was feeling the cold air reminded her

that her panties did not cover her pussy at all. To make things worse, Tony was also slotting letters into mailboxes

at the same time. There wasn’t that much space between the mailboxes and the wall behind – only about an arm’s

length. Last week when she here, the same thing happened – Tony was also busy slotting stuff into mailboxes. He

would constantly move behind her to get to the mailboxes on the other side – as he did so, he would brush

against her bum due to the narrow space. After the first few times it happened where it seemed almost accidental,

it had gotten to a point that he was practically rubbing himself on her each time he passed behind her. Grace

could not say anything for she wasn’t sure if Tony was in on her blackmail and did not want to risk pissing off

either Tony or Royston.

Grace continued slotting her letters mechanically, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of being in the

vicinity of this creepy man. Her mind wandered to the events of last night, when her last photography pose

involved a choice. For the final set of pictures, she would be suspended from the ceiling by an array of ropes, and

she was told she could choose between having a large dildo in her mouth OR a real cock in her mouth. After the

long photography session which saw her being chained, bound, gagged, and masturbated against her will, it was

certainly a choice which she did not think through, and instinctively answered from sheer exhaustion.

Tony pretended to be busy in the small mailroom. He was secretly checking out the goddess in his domain. Why

was she here again? She had been here so often. She always gave the excuse that Royston asked her to work in the

mailroom. Is she trying to flirt with him? Tony felt his cock growing hard under his jeans as he stared at her bare

legs and thrust out butt on those impossibly high heels that emphasized her taut calves.

He remembered the titillating pictures he had seen of her. The goddess on her knees. Wearing a bathing suit so

tiny there was almost nothing left to reveal. She was a trollop, whoring her body to clients no doubt, so that they

might give business to her. His cock pushed against the front of his jeans, recalling vividly the photograph of her

topless with her wrists tied to a rope from the ceiling. She did it for the money, he told himself. The whore.

The gangly thin man thrusted a flyer into a mailbox, but it did not quite go where it was intended. The aim was

off since he was trying to look down the front of Grace’s blouse from the corner of his eyes. The flyer dropped to

the floor. Tony squatted down to pick it up. Before his hand touched the flyer on the floor, his eyes had already

left the flyer, and were looking up Grace’s skirt.

His heart jumped into his mouth when he saw her furry snatch nestled between those ivory white thighs.

Instantly, his cock hardened to a painful erection, so hard that it felt like it was going to burst through the denim

material. Fuck, that’s Miss Grace’s twat he was looking at! The hot little twat whose musky scent he had smelled

on the vibrator he had found in her desk drawer. The slut.

Finally, his lust for her had overcome his inhibitions, and Tony found himself reaching for Grace’s pert ass.

Grace was slotting another letter, oblivious to the effect she was causing on Tony, and unaware that he was

looking up her skirt for the last half minute. Suddenly Grace felt a hand between her inner thighs, cupping her

sex. Grace squealed in shock as she felt Tony’s body behind her, contacting her back and ass. His hand was

caressing her naked pussy, his fingers feeling her cunt lips !

“I – I – can’t stand it anymore Miss Grace! It is too much for you to tempt me like that!!” proclaimed the mailroom

clerk, as he fumbled with the zipper of his jeans. Grace screamed as he grabbed her with his free arm, and his

other hand struggled to free his rock-hard erection, barely inches away from the sweet home that was her hot

naked snatch. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock into the cute little cunt that had been paraded so shamelessly in

front of him, barely covered by the slutty excuse for a suit.

Royston was watching on his screen in amusement. He had engineered this with Nakamori, but it was going

faster than he thought it would.

Nakamori had wanted for Grace to tease the hell out of the guy that in the end she had to submit to his lust on her

own without Royston explicitly instructing her to. He believed Grace could be trained to not say no to men who

made sexual advances to her, a true mark of a submissive slut. Well the plan for Grace to seduce Tony was

defunct now that it looks like Tony had made the first move.

Grace struggled as Tony trapped her from behind with one arm around her small waist. Being of a small frame,

she was easily pushed against the wall by him. On those heels that kept her out of balance, she could not push

back against the lanky man. While Tony was not really a muscular guy, the lust in his loins made him strong

enough to overpower the petite Grace.

“Why – why you fighting m-me Miss Grace! I know your c-cunt wants it. I know your smell- your cunt j-juice

smell. This is wh-what you want, yes?” the crazed man said, spreading her legs forcibly behind her as he pushed

her against the wall in that narrow space. Grace felt a sickening sensation that simultaneously struck a deep chord

of terror in her – how she was standing was a similar position to when she was raped in the office by Mr Shih, her

supervisor that she once respected.

Grace glimpsed Tony’s unsheathed erection jutting out from the open fly of his jeans, and cried out in terror, “No,

no!!”

Not in the habit of wearing underwear, the gangly clerk only had to unzip his jeans to access his tool, all ready to

enter Miss Grace’s hot slot.

After all that constant teasing from Grace retrieving files in his library, wearing the slutty short skirts, tight

figure-hugging blouses, and showing off her leg and ass, Tony could bear it no longer – he was going to fuck sexy

Grace, even if they were both standing in that cramped space in the mailroom. Clearly this was what she wanted,

even if she was pretending to resist now. She had obviously come to his mailroom showing her bare pussy to him

knowing he would be looking up her skirt!

With a loud tearing sound, his hands under her blouse ripped off her bra. Grace thrashed about wildly, but it did

not help. Tony grabbed her breasts from behind, pulling her towards him hard, his erect cock homing in on her

prized snatch.

Losing her balance, Grace fell a step back. “Owww!!” cried Tony, as her high heel dug into his left shoe, causing

an excruciating pain to shoot through his foot. The momentary distraction was sufficient to enable Grace to twist

free of his hold, and she took off as quickly as she could.

Moments later, Grace was hyperventilating in the elevator, her hair somewhat disheveled.

Then it all came back to her. The enormous stress of her near rape by Tony had unblocked the memory that she

had tried to erase about last night’s photography shoot. It came back in flashes, like puddles being disturbed by

the first falling drops of a thunderstorm.

After Nakamori put her in the hanging blowjob position, a question was posed to her. Royston asked if she

preferred to have a dildo in her mouth or her Owner’s cock. She chose the dildo. Nakamori and Royston left

shortly, leaving Joe to continue taking the pictures of her with the dildo in her mouth. The ropes contorted her

body in an impossible triangle – body facing the floor, tits pointing down, her arms and legs trussed up behind

her to meet at the apex of the triangle.

“You should have begged your Owner to put his cock in your mouth when were offered that opportunity,

Grace.” Joe told her. He pulled out the dildo from her mouth, looking at her saliva which coated it and dripped to

the floor.

Joe walked out of Grace’s line of sight. She had taken a sharp intake of breath when moments later she felt a

momentary pain – from Joe jamming the dildo into her naked pussy. Because her pussy was already lubricated, it

slid easily in. As she learnt later, in the position she was in, a sub would be helpless to move, while the bondage

artist had free access to her mouth and pussy from the front and back.

Grace’s arms and legs were numb from the awkward position she was in. Joe continued talking while he snapped

more pictures of her immobilized body. She could not recall what he said.

After what seemed forever, she had felt the dildo being withdrawn from her full pussy. Then another sensation.

Something else warm filled her, replacing the dildo in her cunt. It was Joe’s cock.

He fucked her pussy, with slow deliberate thrusts.

“Fuck, you’re tight!” he grunted, slamming into her. She heard her own futile cries as she was fucked mercilessly.

Grace’s tears ran down her face in the elevator now, as it did last night when she realized she was being raped.

After allowing her to scream for her first fuck by him last night, Joe had stuffed the dildo back in her mouth and

taped it with duct-tape, before he raped her again.

“Thought you escaped old Joe last time EH? “ he said. His cock pounded into her defenseless pussy, eliciting

muffled noises from her taped mouth. “Well, Nat is NOT AROUND to save your ass this time, BITCH. Fuck, your

tiny cunt feels SO hot!”

“UMMFFF..” Her body jerked with the force of the thrust.

As Joe humped her from behind, she could only see their shadows moving on the floor.

“UUMMMFF…” her muffled cry was barely audible. With each violent thrust against her small frame, Grace

cried out from behind her dildo-gag.

“UHHMMF…. UMMMFF…” Again and again he thrusted in and out of her.

“You enjoyed yourself didn’t you, when Natasha punished you? Shit, that was no punishment!” he said, pausing

to get a better grip on her hips.

“How do you like it now when Uncle Joe punishes you EH?” He slammed into her hole to make his point, his

hand pulling her hair at the back of her head toward him to ensure he fucked her deep and hard.

“UHMMMFF..” Grace moaned. Unable to fight back, Grace could only sob as her rapist continued assaulting her

body.

Occasionally he would pause to talk to her, and grind his hips against her pelvis while fully impaling her on his

cockshaft.

“You looked so fuckalicious just now with the semen splashed all over you. You fucking whore, begging for

blowjobs on the street, ” he reached out and grabbed a tit, tugging on her erect nipple mercilessly. “Begging

random men to donate fresh hot sperm to you. I bet you were turned on by it, little whore. You’re born to be a

whore, I can tell.”

“You enjoyed yourself so much sucking cock that you were late… fifteen minutes, Grace… This.. is your..

punish..ment!” Joe uttered, as his pounding strokes increased in urgency. “You want Uncle Joe to visit your hotel

room every night to feed you semen? A daily diet of fresh spunk, yes?” He paused again, and pulled her head

back, tearing off the duct tape and pulling out the dildo from her mouth in a swift motion.

“Long OVERDUE lesson… if you ask.. me!” said Joe. His pelvic thrust sank his shaft deep and hard into Grace’s

unprotected cunt, with his hands squeezing her blood-engorged breasts in tandem. The noise she made was part

squeal and part moan, music to his ears. He was enjoying every moment in treating Grace as a fuck puppet, using

his heavy body to hammer her petite frame, watching himself defile her young supple body. The fact that she

was all tied up, helpless, and her flexible body contorted by the ropes into the obscene position, her holes

available to him, increased his excitement.

Finally..

“BITCH you have the.. TIGHTEST, hottest snatch …I ever fucked … – Ahhh, Joe’s going to cum in you NOW.. are

you ready??”

“Nooooooo, please don’t cum in me!” cried Grace.

“PUSSY or MOUTH, BITCH !” Joe gave a final thrust and a loud groan.

Grace could not bear the thought of her rapist ejaculating in her pussy, so she spat out the answer - the disgusting

answer that sickened her to the pit of her stomach, “M-mouth Sir.. my mouth!”

Joe of course, obliged. “YYYYYESSSSSS – OH YES… YOU NASTY CUM WHORE…” he moaned, his fist working

furiously to deposit his cum-load of steaming semen into her grateful mouth. “Ohh, Joe has given you what you

asked for. Swallow it all baby.. yes… swallow it all…”

Grace did so, her throat accepting the hot sticky spunk of yet another man, blinking her tears away.

“OHHH…” Joe’s body shivered in pleasure as his last spasm forced the last few droplets of cum out onto Grace’s

tongue. “Lick me clean, bitch… yes…”

Joe finally released her from her bonds, let her down and gave her clothes back. Grace was silent, cognizant of the

smell and taste of his cum in her mouth. When she had dressed herself, she asked, without looking into his eye,

“Does Royston know?”

“He has this for you.” Joe said, putting a blue bead into her hand, laughing. “Does that answer your question?”

As the vile memory of her rape by Joe came crashing down on her, Grace found that her legs could no longer

support her weight anymore. She sank down to the floor of the elevator, sobbing uncontrollably.

Not only did she ask her rapist to come in her mouth, Royston also allowed Joe to do this. How could he? Of

course he could! She was just a slut.. to be used by men! She deserved to be raped. No it isn’t rape when she

asked for it. Her mouth was public property. Her pussy was the private property of her Owner. How about

Tony? She was nearly raped by him too. Did Nakamori give him permission to use her pussy? She was just

fifteen minutes late, how could they do this to her? It isn’t rape because she agreed to be their slave, to do

everything they asked. She was their whore. If she willingly had sex with everyone they wanted her to, there is no

rape. She was just a whore, a whore that would have sex with anyone. She would never be raped again then. Wait,

a whore gets paid. She was a slut, a slut who would have sex with anyone and anything. Sluts don’t need to be

paid, sluts just get fucked.

Grace let out a scream in the elevator.

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GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 17 (MF,molest,forced orgasm)

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If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho

In the hotel or in the back of the rental

On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into

** THREE DAYS LATER

Grace jumped as the rough fingers touched her labia lips. They massaged them gently, prising them open softly,

until a lone finger dipped into the honey pot, sliding up and down the slit which was slightly moist. The finger

probed deeper into the folds – before she was accustomed to it, it probed deeper, causing her to arch her back, lift

her calves and stand on her toes. Very soon the finger was fully sunk, all the way to the knuckle, buried in her

fuck hole.

Mr Scruffy pushed his finger in and out while his thumb made little circles on her clit, dancing lightly on the ultra

sensitive button of flesh, engorged and stimulated. Grace made involuntary gurgling noises as she realized she

was being slowly finger-fucked, on the crowded bus, full of people around her. As Mr Scruffy’s free arm sneaked

below her loose tee and grabbed her breast, the firm fingers grasping her teat, Grace could feel herself hitting the

edge. The fingers pulled on her teat, squeezing her taut nipple, releasing a jolt of intense pleasure that made her

other nipple rock hard. She hung on the edge, a precarious balance of abysmal guilt and heavenly ecstatic

pleasure.

She turned her head to look into Royston’s direction, her eyes pleading for help, but she got none. While Grace

stood on the most crowded part of the bus platform, he was standing a distance away, far enough that Grace

could not talk to him and nobody would guess they were together, but close enough for him to have a clear view

of what was happening.

This morning, Royston had her meet him at the park. While he wore a nice suit, like he was going to work, she

wore a loose tee with a pink bra, and a beach skirt. “Why are we here, Sir?” she asked.

“It’s your punishment for cumming without permission the other day,” he said with a broad smile.

They walked around the park for a little, like he was searching for something. Finally they stopped in front of a

park bench in front of a jogging path, shaded by a row of trees. “Here’s a good spot,” he said, “Sit down.”

Grace sat down without question. Standing in front of her, he said, “Alright, take off your panties and hand it to

me.”

Grace blinked for a second, then reached under her skirt, got her thumbs under the elastic band, and took off her

panties. She handed the pink thongs to Royston, just as a jogger went by on the path behind Royston.

“Good. Now for the first part of your punishment you’ll just gonna sit here. And every three minutes, you will lift

up your tee with both hands, and open your legs for five seconds. If the coast is clear, good for you, it shouldn’t

be a problem. If it’s not, tough luck, you just got to do it while you think they’re not watching. Lifting your tee

means lifting it high enough to bare your tits – I want that bottom edge of your tee to touch your chin, and while

you do so, you spread your legs wide. Is that clear?”

“Yes Sir,” she said glumly.

“I’m going to be checking on you from a distance now. So don’t goof off. Five full seconds. If it’s not five full

seconds, you repeat it. Every three minutes on your watch, which is the same time as mine. If you do this well,

you will get to wear your panties for the second part of the punishment later. Now spread your legs like you will

be doing it later.”

Grace opened her thighs while seated on the bench.

“Wider. I want to see that pussy with my binocs later.”

She spread her legs wider.

“Yes, show your muff. That’s the way girl. Make sure your legs are this wide later.”

He started to walk away. Then he turned back. “Oops, forgot something. Take off your bra now and hand it to

me.”

Grace took off her pink bra under her tee, and reluctantly handed it over.

“Good, the time starts now,” he said, walking away.

Unknown to Grace, Royston was meeting with someone on the second floor of a nearby building while she was

sitting on the park bench, exhibiting herself periodically.

The man was wearing almost the same scruffy overalls as the previous time Royston saw him. It wasn’t difficult

for Royston to find Mr Scruffy again on the same peak hour bus, squeezing with young women taking the bus to

work, his hands busily roaming. What was more difficult was to get Mr Scruffy to meet him at the park –

naturally, the man was suspicious when Royston introduced himself as the boyfriend of the lady whom he was

enamored with on the bus last time.

“So what is this about?” the man said, squinting his eyes at Royston, who was standing beside the window on the

second floor. “It’d better be good,” he said.

“You won’t regret it, I promise you,” replied Royston.

“You mentioned your girlfriend. You said her name …Grace was it?” said Mr Scruffy.

“Yes. Do you remember her on the bus? I saw you looking at her several times,” said Royston.

“Dude, I look at so many chicks, I can’t recall which one is yours.”

“She’s actually sitting on the park bench nearby. You can see her from here,” Royston said, beckoning the man to

the window.

From the window facing the park, they could spot Grace easily a distance away through the trees, but it was

impossible for Grace to see if there was anyone at the window. Royston handed Mr Scruffy the pair of binoculars

in his hands, who took it without hesitation.

“Oh yes, I remember her now,” said Mr Scruffy with a grin. “So what? God she looks hot in that outfit… Hope

you don’t mind my words buddy, but you said you weren’t the jealous type.” He continued peering through the

binoculars.

“No, I don’t mind. In fact, the reason why I asked you here is to request your help with a little problem we have,”

he said.

“Problem? Hey dude, you look like a nice man, but I don’t know if you’re thinking straight. Do I look like a

relationship counselor or sumthing ?” said Mr Scruffy, putting down the binoculars, and pointing to his overalls.

“Just hear me out, okay,” said Royston, “you see, asking you down here was actually her idea.”

“Her idea?”

“Yes, you see, my girlfriend Grace…. I love her and all, but she’s into… exhibitionism.”

Mr Scruffy couldn’t talk for a second, then he spluttered out ,”Cool, dude!”. He had a grin and puzzled look on

his face. “You mean she likes to flash?” he scratched his head. “What’s the problem again?”

“She can’t get sexually aroused, without flashing,” continued Royston in a serious tone. “As you can imagine,

that is a delicate problem that I don’t really want to make it known..”

“Get outta here!” said Mr Scruffy. The look on his face told Royston that he was half believing and half not. He

wanted to believe the hottie he saw on the bus got off on displaying her body.

“Look, if you don’t believe me, just keep looking thru the binocs,” he said.

“Shit,” said Mr Scruffy, his eyes glued to the binoculars. “Your chick just bared her tits and pussy while sitting on

that bench. Fuck me.”

“Yes as you can see, my girlfriend is an exhibitionist slut, “ Royston said, with a sigh. “I am finding it harder and

harder to satisfy her exhibitionist urges. Grace likes to have sex in public places. Leaves her bathroom window

open when she showers, wears cocktail dresses without any underwear, you know. To make things worse, this

does not excite her enough anymore recently.”

Mr Scruffy was now looking at and listening to Royston very intently.

“It was her idea for me to approach you because she noticed you staring at her in the bus. I am supportive of this

idea, because like I said, I don’t want anybody that we know, to know about this. We don’t know you, and you

don’t know us, and it can stay this way.”

“Exactly what do you have in mind?” said Mr Scruffy, his eyes bulging.

“Grace would like you to get her off on the bus,” Royston replied. From his pants pocket, he pulled out a pair of

pink panties balled up in his palm. “She wants to get off on you rubbing her pussy on the bus.”

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Royston returned to the park bench where he had left Grace. He told her what he thought of her performance of

the punishment given to her.

“There was an elderly couple who was walking past right in front of me!” she protested.

She had lifted her tee to bare her tits and spread her legs every three minutes dutifully like he instructed. That

was ten times over the last half an hour, each time an agonizing ordeal for her as she worried about the cyclist or

jogger that may come down that path while she exhibited herself for all to see. She was lucky that seven times out

of the ten, nobody was around. Twice there were joggers who appeared around the corner of the path while she

was displaying her tits and muff, causing her to double-up in embarrassment, quickly pulling her tee down. No

sooner than they ran past her, still in her line of sight, that she quickly flipped up her tee again and spread her

thighs. Then that was that one time, when her watch indicated it was time for her to do her five second display.

Before she could do so, she noticed the elderly couple approaching on the path. They even smiled at her, and she

smiled back. As soon as they walked by, she bared her private parts again shamelessly, hoping the eight seconds

she counted would compensate for the lateness for that time.

Evidently Royston didn’t think so.

When she found out they were boarding a bus for the second part of the punishment, she could not bear the

thought of wearing such a short skirt on the bus, without panties.

Royston remarked, “That’s not my problem kiddo. I’m not saying you did bad. You did quite well surprisingly.

But still not good enough that I would give you back your panties for the second part of the punishment.”

“That’s not fair!” she insisted, “please, Sir.”

He glared at her, saying, “You know I don’t like bargaining. Since you like to wear panties so much, tell you what,

I will let you wear panties on the bus. In return, you have to put this in your cunt, while you are on the bus.”

He produced a dildo. Unlike the dildo’s Grace has seen before, this was made of a jelly-like translucent substance.

“Grip it with your vaginal muscles,” he told her.

Grace agreed to board the bus with the jelly dildo in her pussy, not realizing that it was also a high tech sex toy

that doubled as a vibrator. And like many of the other vibrators that Royston used on her, this one also came with

a wireless remote control, something which she would find out very soon.

The bus was getting crowded. Royston was glad to get a seat, while Grace stood a short distance away where he

could watch her unobstructed. With his hand on the remote control in his pocket earlier, he religiously delivered

a barrage of vibrations to her cunt every thirty seconds, watching her squirm. Whenever a man brushed past the

standing Grace or squeezed through behind her, he was also sure to soup up the vibrator to maximum, causing

her knees to nearly buckle.

It was at the eighth bus-stop after they got onto the bus outside the park when Royston gave up his seat, grabbed

her arm, and moved them to the back of the bus, which was jammed pack with commuters who liked to stay

close to the exit. He had also extracted the jelly dildo-vibrator from her lubricating cunt and dropped it into her

designer handbag. The extraction caused a tiny dribble of juices to run down her inner thigh – she could feel it,

inching down her skin of her bare leg, toward her anklet of shameful beads.

Grace’s pink panties were rolled up around her wrist. Royston kept his end of his bargain by letting her wear her

panties on the bus – not on her pussy, but on her wrist.

At some point, Grace felt someone pressing into her. First she assumed the person was getting off the bus, so she

moved her body forward, but the man behind stayed close, pressing his body even closer to her. She turned her

head but could not see him because she was sandwiched in between two other passengers. It was a matter of time

before she felt her skirt being lifted behind, and her bare butt being fondled. She was tempted to scream, but she

saw Royston put a finger on his lips, instructing her to be quiet.

Now the finger of an unknown man was knuckle deep in her cunt, wriggling like some animal, burrowing into

her deepest darkest desires, lighting a spark of guilty pleasure as it brushed past her sensitive clit. Simultaneously,

two more fingers joined the first, plunging deep into the squishy velvety walls of her pussy, causing another

intense burst of pleasure in her loins as the rough palm pressed into her engorged little sex organ packed with a

thousand nerves. She kept her mouth shut, enduring the violation as her eyes made contact with Royston

standing a short distance away. Her eyes pleaded with him, but he did nothing, as if he was there to watch her

being sexually violated.

Grace was surprised that the stranger’s hand had groped her bare ass and touched her labia lips so soon after the

jelly dildo was slickly extracted by Royston – just when she was already heady with the vaginal and clitoral

stimulations. Then again, she practically asked for it, so she shouldn’t be surprised. A slut dressed like she was,

without bra or panties in a congested public place with hardly any elbow room. She was already hanging near the

edge, and then the hand found its way to her needy cunt – like it had somehow known this slut was close to

getting off on the public bus.

Since she did not have the luxury of having panties to cover her private parts, Grace had to grip the phallus-

shaped jelly dildo with her vaginal muscles to hold it inside of her earlier on. There was a protrusion from the

main jelly shaft that lightly pressed against her clitoral hood. When the vibrations turned on, the protrusion

transferred the vibrations from the core shaft buried deep in her pussy also to the sensitive bud of her clit. It was

thanks to this contraption that Grace’s first orgasm in a crowded public place was already imminent before Mr

Scruffy lent a hand. But for Grace, it was the dirty, shamefully raw and intensely degrading sensation of having

someone’s fingers in her unprotected cunt, finger-banging her against her will on a crowded bus full of people

that brought it crashing down like a bolt of electricity through her spine.

She arched her back in a silent scream that froze time for a split second. Then the forbidden orgasm arrived in a

crescendo of waves that crashed repeatedly against the shores of wanton release, breaking all her social notions of

grace and civilized behavior. Grace’s body shook as she spent herself in the presence of people around, a

stranger’s fingers deep-fucking her pussy relentlessly to her shameful climax. Her body slumped back against the

man who just assaulted her, all her muscles going soft. She felt her legs giving way.

“Hey, did you see that?” someone whispered to a fellow commuter. Grace nearly came again as she felt the

fingers sliding out of her juiced-up pussy. For a split second, she wondered if someone’s cock might take their

place.

“Yes I think she just had an orgasm.. unbelievable,” the whispered response came back. Grace slowly came to,

finding herself sitting on the floor of the bus. She was vaguely aware of Royston’s imposing figure over her,

pulling her up with his strong hands from her underarms. She blushed deep crimson as she realized that many

eyes were on her – eyes who witnessed an exhibitionist slut cumming on the bus. A shameless whore who spent

herself on a stranger’s fingers.

CHAPTER 18

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

The story so far:

Grace, an office executive in her mid-twenties, is discovered by her colleague Royston to have embezzled funds

from the company. In “Grace’s Hard Lessons”, Royston uses this blackmail her, offering her a way out by

modeling for a photography shoot for fashion designer Mr Nakamori.

The story continues in Grace’s Hard Lessons II (“Grace’s Very Hard Lessons”) with a flashback of the previous

two weeks where we see how Royston has methodically started Grace on a psychological transformation of

seeing her body as simply a piece of property belonging to her Owner, Mr Nakamori. To condition her mind to

become accustomed to displaying her body, Royston makes Grace wear increasingly provocative clothes to the

office. To get her used to the idea that her body is but an object for others’ pleasure, he plots for Grace’s violation

at the hands of his boss. Grace is made to solicit for oral sex from strangers, photographed in more and more

extreme bondage, and sexually used by her Owner’s photographer.

Royston eventually breaks Grace’s resistance to becoming the office slut, when she willingly submits to asking for

permission to cum. To reinforce her new identity, Royston advances Grace’s training into public humiliation –

making her first exhibit herself in a public place, then willingly submit to a molester, culminating in her forced

orgasm on a crowded bus.

CHAPTER 18 (MF,bondage,toys,humiliation)

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I tried my best to feed her appetite

Keep her coming every night

So hard to keep her satisfied

Kept playing love like it was just a game

Grace shifted uncomfortably on her feet, as more people entered the elevator on the way down. As instructed by

Royston, she had cherry lipstick, dark eye shadow and mascara applied just minutes ago. But that was not the

reason she felt uncomfortable, certainly not the tight fitting executive blouse and skirt she had on, nor the very

tall heels which forced her to walk with a deliberate strut.

This morning when she came to work and reported to Royston’s office, he had locked the door and made her take

off her blouse. Then off came her balconette bra. With a length of hemp rope which he produced from his desk, he

had proceeded to loop it around her bosom four times, twice above her boobs and twice below. This he told her,

were instructions from her owner Nakamori, who wanted her to get used to the feeling of being bound. While

Grace have been bound numerous times in her photography shoot at Nakamori’s associate’s studio, it was only

for the duration of the shoot. Now she would be trained to accept bondage for longer hours. This would start

with her breasts, in the office. As she moved about the company that whole day, she would do so with her breasts

bounded tightly by the rope, under her blouse.

The fact that she was wearing a white blouse was bad luck for her then, but good luck for anyone with a keen eye

if Grace happened to stand near the window in the office with the bright sun outside. The darker color of the rope

could be discernible under the material of the blouse if one stared hard enough.

Her bare nipples rubbing on the front of her tight fitting blouse also made her nervous. If Royston had her take

minutes for any meetings today held in the conference room, there was a good chance the cold air conditioning in

the conference room would make her nipples erect.

Still, this was not the reason why she felt uncomfortable in the elevator on the way down to the ground floor of

the building. Earlier Royston had asked her to bring him coffee. As usual, while there was an elevator available,

she had to walk down the staircase near Royston’s office to the pantry. This staircase overlooked the main foyer

of the office and served busy executives and secretaries who did not want to wait for the main building elevator

and who would rather walk to save time going between the upper and lower floor. In Grace’s case, she would

rather not take the staircase for two reasons. Firstly, due to the rising hemlines of the skirts she wore to the office,

it was hard not to attract attention from male colleagues who lingered at the bottom of the staircase, hoping to

catch a glimpse of her panties. Secondly, the six inch heels made normal walking already a balancing act, let alone

carrying coffee cups or document folders up the staircase. Her face turned red at the recent memory when she

tripped and had to be helped up by a few male colleagues while stifling her near vibrator-induced orgasm.

The feeling of the rope binding her breasts, underneath her blouse as she carried the coffee from the pantry up the

staircase to Royston’s office felt strange indeed. She felt strangely subservient, and simultaneously an unsettling

sense of euphoria mixed with fear. Euphoria that nobody else besides herself and Royston knew that underneath

her blouse she was not wearing a bra, and that her breasts were not just naked but bound by rope under those

office clothes. That she had no control over her body, and how her breasts were protruding lewdly between those

ropes. Fear that Royston would cause her to accidentally or intentionally display her secret. Imagining the

shocked look on any of her co-worker’s face if she opened her blouse wide made her heart thump. They would

know at that instant that Grace was a shameless bondage slut.

Unfortunately for her, Royston was not happy with the cup of coffee that she brought up to him from the pantry.

The coffee was not hot, he complained. She would be sent across the street to the sandwich shop to buy a fresh

cup of brewed coffee for him. To make sure she understood it was punishment, she would not be making the trip

unencumbered.

Royston however, liked to fuck around with her mind, so he told her that she could choose to either wear panties

or not, when she was out to buy coffee. He told her he preferred that he kept her panties with him, so she

wouldn’t dally out there too long, but that if she chose to keep her panties, they would come at a price. Looking at

the white skirt which covered only mid-way to her thigh, he knew that Grace would choose panties given that

she was already feeling insecure going out to the street braless with her breasts bound. What was the price? She

would have to bring another two items with her to buy the coffee.

Remembering how she was tricked to take the bus with panties worn only on her wrist two days ago, Grace said

she would choose to wear panties, only if she was allowed to wear it the normal way. After all she reasoned what

could be so bad about bringing two more items with her to the sandwich shop. Something embarrassing to

humiliate her again? Vibrator? Nobody would see the items she would be carrying, he reassured her, and it’s not

a vibrator. And so, she chose to wear panties.

After applying her lipstick, dark eye-shadow and mascara (in a bid to make her look as sluttish as possible),

Grace returned to Royston’s office and was told to put her hands on his table. He walked around the table to

stand behind her, and lifted her skirt up to her waist in an unhurried fashion.

Grace could not see what he was holding. With a forceful tug that made Grace gasp in alarm, he pulled down her

red thong panties all the way down her thighs, almost reaching her knees. Grace wondered if Royston was finally

going to fuck her. Was she going to be fucked in a standing position from behind by him, just like how her boss

Mr Shih raped her? The thumping of her heart was in her ears. She gripped the edge of the table so tightly that

the whites of her knuckles showed.

Instead, Royston held out an object in front of her face - a smooth ivory-colored object with a flange at the end.

Grace did not immediately recognize it for what it was, but she was about to find out how it would be used on

her.

As her trainer, Royston had taken great pleasure in picking what would be Grace’s first butt plug from

Nakamori’s extensive collection. There was one that looked like a chewy pacifier, and another that bore a strong

resemblance to a toy for dogs called the Kong. There was a diamond-shaped plug, a copper-colored plug with

bumps and ripples, and a tacky pink silicone plug molded into the likeness of the baby Jesus (someone’s lame

idea for a joke apparently about feeling the Lord inside you). There was a plug that was inflatable much like a

blow-up doll, a stainless steel plug that would feel like a barbell in the girl’s behind, several hand-carved wooden

plugs, and even a clear acrylic plug that acted as a magnifying glass once it was inserted

Nakamori wanted to prepare his bitch slut physically, to dilate her anus for an assortment of acts of sodomy to

which she would be subjected. But more importantly, he clearly intended to make her aware of her status, as

someone who would be used for others’ pleasure regardless of her own responses. The plugs were meant to open

her in the fullest sense, to get her receptive to the idea that she would be taken at will by the men who own her.

After some deliberation, Royston had picked out an ivory plug for Grace – it looked simple, but was special in its

way.

First, Royston had her coat it with her saliva. Still standing behind her, he held the butt plug in front of her face,

and instructed her to lick. He simply moved it up and down and rotated it, letting her tongue do the necessary

lubrication. When he was satisfied she had licked every inch of its surface, he took it away from her mouth, out of

her view.

“Hold your skirt up, and spread your legs,” he said, leaning in close enough to Grace to smell her hair. Grace

moved her feet as far apart as she could, the thong panties now taut between her knees. “Very good, slut, ” he

said with a smile, “now place your upper body on the table, transfer your weight as much as possible onto it,

with your feet still on the floor. Keep your hands holding your skirt up.”

Clutching the edge of the table for balance while holding the end of her skirt up against her hips, Grace pushed

her ribcage flat on the table and inched her feet forward. Standing on her toes due to her high heels, the muscles

at the backs of her legs were stretched tight. Royston looked admiringly at how well her ass cheeks were

presented. He looked closely at her anus and cunt lips, both displayed brazenly for his examination. But he

wanted to milk her humiliating position for what its worth. He added, “Grace, now that’s a nice of view of you

that isn’t that commonly seen in the office. Hahaha.. now I want you to reach behind you with both your hands,

and show me your anus.”

Grace shut her eyes tightly, imagining how she looked already. She had to let go of the end of the table, hence

pressing her upper body even flatter into the surface of the table. She stretched her hands back toward her

asscheeks, her lacquered fingernails juxtaposing nicely on both sides of her little puckered asshole. She held her

breath as she obediently spread herself apart, her face now flaming at what she felt was an extremely

embarrassing position, all the more so because she was not tied up or being forced, but simply doing it on request,

like the slut that she was. She stood there, bent over and holding herself open, waiting for his next move. What

was he doing? She could feel a light breeze from the office air-conditioning system brushing coolly across her

genitals. She shivered slightly.

She then felt Royston’s left hand just above both of hers, his thumb and forefinger holding her still while adding

just a bit more stretch to her little anus. He then touched her with the tip of the butt plug, and she jumped at the

contact, her mind racing as she tried to imagine what this was going to feel like. Obviously, he was going to put

that thing inside of her. And it wasn’t an ordinary dildo for her cunt – he was going to put it in her ass! Surely it

would hurt? Would he just insert it halfway? It looked.. much too long ! Would it ream her ass?

Gradually, Royston began inserting the plug up her anal passage. As the first inch of the rounded tip entered her,

she gasped and let out a little “aah…uunh” sound, but she did not dare to make more than a peep for fear of

being heard by other people walking along the corridor outside Royston’s office.

The plug kept sliding in, eased by her own saliva that still coated the ivory shaft. As it went in, the part of the

plug inside her got larger and larger, and Grace felt the incredible feeling of fullness get fuller. Surely this had to

stop soon, she told herself silently, as she bit her lip and endured the discomforting sensation of her little hole

being increasingly stretched as the plug went further and further in.

Royston noticed Grace was holding her breath. She had turned her head to one side on the tabletop, and Royston

watched her face, enjoying seeing her lips pursed over clenched teeth, her mascara-blackened eyelashes squeezed

shut, and her eyebrows and forehead in a tight frown. Grace had no way of knowing when the stretching would

stop; she could only stand there on tiptoes, bent over, ass in the air and held wide open with her own fingertips,

feeling the thick ivory shaft going unbelievably deeper into her backside.

When it was about two-thirds of the way in, he stopped the anal invasion, letting her think it was in all the way.

Her facial tension eased, and she slowly opened her eyes. Royston didn’t move. She twisted her head slightly to

look back at him, silently pleading for the penetration to be over. He smiled at her, still not moving. Her whole

body began to relax, although she kept herself spread with her hands, not daring to move without permission.

Then, without warning, he pushed the plug further in, giving it a little twist. Her eyes flew open wide,

accompanied by an involuntary whimper of surprise as he neared the widest part of the plug. Her eyes quickly

shut tight again as she realized there was still more to come. A single tear formed in the corner of her eye, and

trickled down her cheek. Incredibly, her anus was able to stretch open more.

Finally, the butt plug passed its widest point, curving like the top of a fat carrot into a tiny stalk at the end. As this

part of the plug passed into her, Grace whimpered in surprise as her rubbery sphincter muscle tightly snugged in

around the neck of the plug, clutching the intruding device - almost lovingly, it seemed - sealing her ass.

Grace’s breath now came now in quick little pants as she began to apprehend the feeling of fullness from her anus

all the way up inside her bowels, how helpless she felt.

Royston reflected that Grace being penetrated by a plug would give her the physical feeling of being opened up,

but rather than a sense that her anus is filled or blocked, the psychological effect on her was to awake her

awareness of how available she is, both physically and emotionally. The plug would help bring her to a state of

mind where the last vestiges of resistance, all thoughts of closing herself, of keeping anything in, have been

extinguished. He released her and let her stand up, whereupon her skirt slipped down and covered her ass.

Beneath her skirt, Grace realized that she would constantly feel the flange at the bottom of the plug, whether or

not she was wearing panties. She could immediately feel that the butt plug would always keep her ass-cheeks

slightly spread, and would rub against them as she walked, making it impossible for her to keep her mind off the

anal violation. She would also continually be aware of the self-betrayal of her anal sphincter holding the butt plug

in place.

“Can I pull up my panties yet Sir?” she asked.

“Don’t be so impatient, my love,” Royston said, with an annoying wink. He turned to a shelf behind him.

“Your butt plug is the first object you have to carry to buy the coffee,” Royston told her.

“Here’s the second object,” he continued. Opening a velvet case, he took out three small silver balls, each about

three quarters of an inch in diameter, connected by a string.

“Do you know what these are?” he asked Grace.

“No Sir!” she confessed, eyes wide.

“You will today,” he said, “very intimately so.”

They were called benwa balls, with roots in the orient, probably Japan. The Chinese knew them as jade eggs,

while others called them Burmese bells, but whatever form they come in, the idea was to insert them into the

vagina for subtle stimulation throughout the day, although they were sometimes used during intercourse as well.

A woman’s vagina was forced to flex in order to hold the weighted balls inside her, and this created a pleasurable

feeling as they rolled about inside the wearer as she continued her daily activities. As a bonus, with the constant

flexing of the vaginal muscles, this increased blood flow to that area, causing most women to be aroused

constantly while wearing the balls. In modern times, benwa balls are also used by women post-pregnancy who

needed to strengthen their pelvic floor muscles.

As a variation of benwa balls, duotone balls consisted of a smaller metal ball that jiggled independently inside a

larger ball made of plastic or silicone, a feeling that could not go un-noticed. Duotone balls also typically were

connected by a string for easy retrieval. Nakamori knew someone who made a hybrid, combining the gold-plated

or silver surface more typical of benwa balls, with the independent rotating core of duotone balls. It was this

hybrid version of the duotone balls which Royston had for Grace. In fact, the string was specially made for use on

Grace, but she didn’t know it. As requested by Royston, the string would dissolve approximately after an hour of

insertion, depending on the amount of juices that the recipient of the balls would generate.

Grace had no choice but to stand there as Royston slowly inserted one duotone ball at a time, into her pussy.

“Focus and squeeze your muscles to hold them in,” he told her. Royston knew that as Grace was a beginner at

this, the balls will not stay in for very long, since her muscles were yet untrained. With some strengthening,

eventually Grace’s muscles would involuntarily respond whenever the balls were inserted in her, and begin

pulsating.

When that happened, Royston would increase the size and weight of the balls, or have Grace hang one ball on the

outside while two stayed on the inside. Perhaps he would even introduce weighted balls with chimes in them, or

balls which were not smooth but had a noduled surface for greater stimulation. With stronger pelvic floor

muscles, Grace would be able to squeeze the cocks of her clients fucking her, to give them a more intense orgasm.

She herself would achieve stronger orgasms, since the pelvic floor muscles contract involuntarily during orgasm.

Grace stood in the elevator, as more people entered the elevator from various floors on the way down. She grew

more uncomfortable as men and women stood around her. She could feel the rope binding her breasts tightly,

nipples rubbing against the front of her blouse, the butt plug in her ass and the benwa balls in her cunt.

When the elevator reached the ground floor and she started walking out to the street, Grace realized it was much

worse than she had it in the office. With the butt plug in her, she was forced to plant her feet slightly apart on the

ground at each step. Either folks thought she walked funny or assumed she was a slut who spread her legs so

often that was how she walked.

To make it worse, the feeling of the balls floating freely in the vagina and constantly massaging the vaginal walls

caused intense sexual arousal.

Walking on high heels, with her legs slightly spread, she also imagined she could feel the balls sinking lower to

her vulva. This gave her an irrational fear that they would drop out, even though she was wearing panties. As a

result, Grace tried as much as possible to constantly flex her vaginal muscles to hold the balls, which only served

to build up her sexual arousal.

As she walked along the sidewalk to the sandwich shop, she was aware of people watching her. “They don’t

know..!” she told herself, trying to calm herself down, “they don’t know..” she muttered. There was no way they

would know that her ass and pussy were filled, nor that her tits were really tied up under that blouse. Nobody

knew her panties were already starting to get soaked. No way they knew that with each step, her nipples, anus

and cunt were getting stimulated, getting aroused.

Grace half imagined that she would stumble into someone who might have seen her disgraceful behavior on the

bus the other day. She knew that she would just die of shame if someone pointed at her and said, “Look, that’s

the slut who orgasmed on the bus!” There was no way she could refute the accusation – for who else but a slut

would actually be fingered to orgasm by a molesting stranger on a crowded public bus? The fact that her public

orgasm was witnessed by several people, haunted her dreams.

She entered the sandwich shop. There were two men and a lady in the line before her. She joined the line to order

her coffee – no, Royston’s coffee.

With the bound breasts, butt plug and benwa walls stimulating her body, it felt like a haze was shrouding her

mind. The sensations (as much as she tried to ignore them, she could not succeed) clouded her judgment,

displacing logic with desire. She shuffled her weight from her left leg to her right, and back to her left again,

waiting for her turn to order coffee. She fidgeted repeatedly, straightening her back to ease the tension in her

damp loins, only to feel the tension increase instead in the constrictive rope encircling her tits. Meanwhile her

anal passage felt fuller than ever.

Finally she got her coffee. No milk, one sugar. She noticed someone at a table in the shop smiling at her. It was

George, the nerdy guy from accounting. Grace acknowledged him with a slight nod, but otherwise chose not to

make much eye contact.

There was a monologue in Grace’s head. She sucked George’s cock just earlier that week. He didn’t force her or

blackmail her. She seduced him. She knew he had the hots for her. She made George cum into her mouth so she

could ask Royston for permission to cum. George must know she was a slut. He must know that Royston was

whoring her out, making her his slut. George knew her secret, why she was under Royston’s control. Royston

told her that George found out while reconciling some accounts, but she was half convinced that Royston simply

revealed it to George to ensure her further humiliation. Nevertheless, she hoped George would not reveal it to

more people, or she would have to end up sucking more cocks. She hoped George would not share her.

Grace realized with a start and a blush that her eyes were on George’s crotch as he sipped his coffee, talking to

Jim, another guy from the accounting department sitting opposite him. She was unconsciously looking forward to

her next orgasm, her next feed of man-cum. “You fucking slut,” she chided herself mentally. She couldn’t believe

she was thinking about her own cum for the day. While the thought crossed her mind for only a split second, she

was disgusted by herself – she had actually considered whether she could get George’s semen load again to earn

her permission !

Grace quickly left the sandwich shop, feeling the banal taste of shame in her gut meld into the delicious

sensations emanating from her juicing crotch and stiffened nipples.

Back in her cubicle, Grace started to work on the presentation that Royston had asked her to prepare. She knew

that in less than two hours time, she would be having a meeting with Royston and Mr Michelson, in Royston’s

office. Mr Michelson was a managing director from their London office, a very nice and approachable man, not

like the ever serious Mr Shih, nor the eccentric Mr Ko. Many folks called him simply Mr M. A few folks called

him by his first name, John. Mr Michelson used to visit their office quite often, back in those days before when

Grace was still relatively new to the company. The last time she saw him was almost two years ago.

The most remarkable thing about Mr Michelson’s appearance though was his size. He was a huge man, towering

above all the ladies and most of the men in the office. He was not fat though, just had a large build with a chest as

huge as a barrel, massively thick arms and legs. Wearing a full business suit, he would cut an extremely imposing

figure. If he stood next to Grace, he looked like a giant. Lifting her bodyweight with one arm would be a breeze;

in fact he could easily hold both her wrists together with one hand.

It wasn’t easy for Grace to concentrate on the presentation material. The presence of the butt plug tightened her

vagina, which were already full with the weighted duotone balls. Every movement she made, she could feel the

duotone balls clicking together and that damn plug in her ass. Then it got worse. The butt plug began vibrating!

That son of a bitch Royston, she cursed. She should have known, all his toys seemed to be remote control enabled.

If all the vibrator training she has received in her pussy was bad, this was worse. The sensations in her rectum

were driving her insane, especially in the sitting down position with the flange of the plug wedged against the

chair and her ass-cheeks. She desperately tried to force herself to relax so that her sphincter was not clamping

down on the intruder in her anus. Occasionally though, Royston would play with the multi-speed setting

remotely and ramp it up, causing her to involuntarily squeeze her muscles. When she did, the sensations were so

intense that her knees would press together, her eyes will roll-up and her mouth would drop open while she

could only manage an unintelligible gurgle. The gentle but still audible noise of the buzzing Backdoor Probe also

meant that she would try to hide the noise by covering her tummy with her cushion each time somebody was

walking past her cubicle.

And of course, trying to muffle the buzzing sound by pressing the cushion against her tummy was a mistake – it

not only made the anal vibrations more intense, but she could also feel the thrilling vibrations transferring to her

lubricating vagina. The repeated cycles of forced relaxation and involuntary squeezing made Grace aroused as

hell. With each squeeze she could feel the duotone balls resisting her vaginal walls, moving while the inner core

of the balls tingled, creating delicious sensations. Her panties were soaking wet. The path to a thrilling orgasm

was tempting, but she knew the consequences if she did not seek permission – she did not want another

punishment like her public orgasm on the bus.

Yet it was impossible for her to work on the presentation to Mr M, perhaps Royston’s way of destroying her

career and reputation completely at the company.

After the vibrator butt plug continued for five minutes pushing Grace to the verge of a climax, it suddenly

stopped. Grace was perspiring in her seat, fists clenched. She could not fight it again. It was useless to resist.

Grace picked up the phone, and dialed Royston’s extension.

“Royston speaking,” said the voice at the end of the phone.

“Sir?” said Grace with a tone of resignation. No matter how many times she called him Sir, she still could not get

used to it. “This is Grace.”

“I know it’s you, Grace”, said Royston. She could almost see him grinning on the other side of the line. “What can

I do you for?” he said.

Grace purposely ignored the crude joke he had just made, and said with hushed tones, “Sir, I am trying to work

on the materials for our meeting with Mr M. Can I.. um… remove the plug please?”

“Can you remove what?” said Royston, feigning deafness. Grace did not know that Royston had set the vibrating

butt plug’s vibration on random mode – it would turn on and off approximately six times an hour, and even he

did not know precisely when.

“The plug.. the butt plug” replied Grace in a slightly louder tone. She felt embarrassed hearing her own voice

saying this. She did not want to shout since there were people about.

“Well… “ said Royston, who appeared to be considering. “Are your panties wet?”

“Yes…” said Grace.

“Soaking wet?” said Royston.

“Yes Sir…” said Grace.

“Soaking wet such that your juices are wetting the cushion on your chair?” said Royston.

“Um… almost Sir..” replied Grace in a small voice.

“Good. Come to my office now. Show me how wet your panties are, and I may allow you to remove the butt plug.

But if the butt plug goes, so do the panties. The benwa balls stay inside, you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” replied Grace.

“Hang on, before you come over, unbutton the top two buttons of your blouse.”

There was a pause, and then she said, “Yes Sir.” She put down the phone.

Two minutes later, she was standing in Royston’s office, in front of his table, while he was seated on his leather

chair behind the table. The top two buttons of her tight fitting blouse were undone, putting the strain on the third

button.

Royston was looking for something in his bookshelf when she came in. His back turned to Grace, he was

humming a tune. Grace recognized it as the hit song by the band Maroon 5. As he turned toward Grace, he was

mouthing the lyrics, “I tried my best to feed her appetite…. Keep her coming every night… “

Then he pretended to suddenly notice Grace standing in front of his table. “Oh, my dear Grace,” he said in a

patronizing tone, looking at her from head to toe. “My dear fuck muffin. How’s your ass feeling?”

“Very full Sir,” she replied, eyes looking down. She looked up to meet his gaze, with pleading puppy-like eyes,

saying, “Please Sir, it’s impossible to work when it goes off,”

“Like NOW?” he said, his hand pressing the button on the remote in his pants.

The butt plug fired into a vibrating frenzy, immediately provoking a reaction in Grace’s stance. Her shoulders

rolled forward while her upper body slouched, and her head drooped. Subconsciously she was bending one knee

first then the other next, her toes pointing inwards as if she needed to pee urgently.

“YYYeess… Sir… like now…” she said through gritted teeth, suppressing an involuntary exhalation.

Royston laughed, and replied, “Wonderful. And how do you like the duotone balls inside your pussy, slut?”

Grace struggled to answer, her eyes half closed. She realized that she was holding her breath from the effort of

trying to stay sane. “Th- the balls are – are v-very uncomfortable, to be f-frank, Sir,” she said.

“Uncomfortable but you are SOAKING WET, aren’t you, slut? Dressed like a floozie, buying coffee, walking

about in public with masturbation balls in your cunt. You say you don’t enjoy it, but your little cunt gets wet in

the morning just anticipating what I will do to you, isn’t it!”

Without waiting for a reply, he continued, “haha, just like the bus-ride that day. Didn’t you CUM, with someone

finger-banging you? You came like a cum-whore, Grace.”

Grace’s cheeks flushed with the memory.

“You ARE a cum-whore, Grace,” he stated in her face. “Say it!”

“I- I … am.. a .. cum.. whore..” she said.

Royston increased the speed of the butt plug to high, as he continued humiliating her. “Cum-whore, when you

were buying coffee, did you almost cream in your panties simply from all the men watching you? They can

recognize a slut masturbating just by the way she walks, you know? What were you wearing on your feet?”

“My- my fuck me heels, Sir,” she replied.

“Yes, your CFM shoes,” he said, “and what are you saying to all these men looking at you?”

“Come Fuck Me….” Grace replied, her knees buckling.

Just as Grace thought she was close to cumming (without permission!), the vibrations in her ass died down.

“Take off your panties and show me how much of a cum whore you are,” said Royston, “or would you prefer to

sit down on that couch, spread open your legs and show me?”

Horrified at the second idea, Grace reached under her skirt, and started to pull down her panties. She paused

with the panties tight around her knees. Royston did not seem to want to get up to see how wet her panties were.

Leaning down, Grace hooked one finger onto one side of her panties and pulled it down to her ankle. Then she

worked her panties around the high heel shoe and got one side off, and repeated with her other foot and high

heels. While doing so, she felt the benwa balls slipping lower, so she had to squeeze her vaginal muscles to hold

them in.

Royston had picked a smaller set of benwa balls for Grace, since this was her first time. When she got used to it,

he would step up the training with slightly larger and heavier balls, which would be harder to hold in. The idea

that she would eventually be doing her grocery shopping with the balls in her pussy ,with no panties to hold

them in, made his cock harden – if she sneezed, laughed or coughed, the balls would be sure to drop out.

Holding the panties in her hand, she approached Royston’s desk and put it down in front of him. Grace was

feeling extremely vulnerable that the butt plug was still lodged in her ass while the benwa balls were in her pussy.

Royston was watching her intently, but Grace could not guess what was on his mind.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door which made her jump. She was mortified when Royston looked at her

and said…“Come in” !

“John ! You’re early….” said Royston as the door opened and the older man appeared. Grace’s heart was in her

mouth, as her panties were still on Royston’s desk. The anxiety and shame was apparent from her face, like a little

girl caught peeing.

“Ah, everybody is here!” said Michelson, “I just wanted to make sure that there were a couple of items that we

would be covering later in our meeting. Can we just have a chat for five minutes?”

“Yes, sure John. Why don’t you take a seat at the couch with Grace. Let me retrieve my notes and I will join you

in a second,” replied Royston. With a casual move, he had picked up Grace’s panties and dropped them in the

drawer of his desk.

“Grace! How have you been? You look great!” beamed the towering man, looking at her chic jacket and short

skirt. He moved forward, to which Grace also leaned forward. They quickly exchanged kisses applied to each

side of the face.

“Thank you.. Mr Michelson,” said Grace nervously, like a little girl caught with her panties down. “It’s a pleasure

to see you again,” she said.

The pleasure she had on her mind that she prayed NOT to happen was the possibility of the butt plug going into

a vibration frenzy again. Here she was, standing in front of a managing director with a butt plug filling her ass,

and no panties. It would be incredibly humiliating if the benwa balls dropped out from under her skirt !

Awkwardly, she remained standing, with Mr M smiling at her. She looked away, tucking a fringe of her hair

behind her ear. She felt a chill grip her heart when she suddenly remembered the two top buttons of her blouse

were still undone. No wonder Mr M looked at her again queerly just a second ago! Embarrassed, she could not

button up without attracting more attention from Mr M, so she decided to leave them. She didn’t want him to

start speculating what she was doing in there with Royston if she suddenly buttoned up – a sure sign of guilt. She

would rather have him think she wore blouses like this in the office, and didn’t bother wearing a bra.

“Hi,” said someone at the door. It was an attractive young woman, a few years younger than Grace, dressed in a

pristine white executive suit.

“Oh yes, come in Dawn,” said Mr Michelson, “Dawn is my trusty right hand woman,” the big man said with a

grin. “She will join in the meeting later too. My other associate, Lance, is on his way.”

“Good to meet you Dawn!” said Royston, shaking her hand. “Nice meeting you finally Royston,” the lady smiled.

“The pleasure is mine, “ replied Royston. “Dawn, meet Grace,” said Royston, “Grace is my assistant.”

Dawn appeared to raise an eyebrow with that statement, but said nothing.

“Hi,” said Grace and Dawn, shaking hands with each other. “We’ve already know each other,” announced Dawn.

“Really?” said Mr Michelson.

“Yes,” replied Dawn, “Grace and I were from the same college.”

“That’s great,” said Royston, looking at Grace with an amused expression.

“It’s nice seeing you again Dawn. It’s been four years, hasn’t it?” said Grace.

“Yes, I didn’t realize you worked here,” said Dawn.

Mr Michelson laughed, touching Dawn on her elbow in a friendly way, adding, “Well life is full of coincidences,

isn’t it? “

Making himself comfortable on the couch, he explained himself to Royston and Grace, “I didn’t know Dawn’s the

daughter of an old friend of mine either ! When I saw her impressive credentials, I said to myself, I got to hire this

smart and promising young lady! Two years later, here we are, and I’ll add ‘capable’ too! ”

“Oh, John, you are making me blush with all those compliments,” Dawn said with a smile. Turning to the other

two, she said in a tongue-in-cheek manner, “My boss is nice, isn’t he?”

“I don’t know about nice,” said Royston jokingly, “but everytime he drops by this region, I know I have a lot of

work to do!”

With that the men laughed. “Work.. yes, “ said Dawn, sitting down on the couch, opening her folder, with a wry

smile.

Grace took the opportunity to look at Dawn again. Her hair and makeup were immaculate, and she was very

pretty. She had lost the geeky glasses she wore in college.

Royston located his documents from his desk, and walked over. He beckoned Grace to sit down with him on one

side of the coffee table while Mr M sat on the other side, with Dawn. Grace obeyed, and sat down carefully,

concerned every second that the benwa balls would slip out of her cunt accidentally.

Barely two minutes into the discussion, Grace let a small cry escape her mouth. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized

immediately. She had interrupted Mr Michelson who was talking to Royston. The big man stared at her in

wonder for a second before erupting to a gentle laugh. Dawn stared at her too.

Grace squirmed a little in her seat. “I just remembered that I left my mobile phone at home,” she lied, her face

turning hot. The truth were that benwa balls in her cunt were vibrating! Grace had no choice but to keep her legs

even tighter together, for she was so afraid that Mr Michelson or Dawn would hear the humming of that stringed

little devil emanating from between her legs!

Michelson continued talking but every now and then his eyes would look at Grace, who seemed to be feeling

very uneasy and tense.

The five minutes seemed like an eternity to Grace, for it was as if the metallic balls had a mind of their own,

wreaking havoc in her love canal, pushing back against the vaginal walls that tried to restrain them. Whenever

they contacted each other as they rolled and floated about inside of her, they would rattle even more violently,

setting her entire lower abdomen and pubic zone on liquid fire. Her juices were flowly freely, and without the

panties, she could feel the wetness seeping out from her cunt hole, threatening to make a wet spot where she sat

on her skirt.

Grace could sense Dawn looking at her periodically, suspicious if not a little annoyed at Grace’s mannerisms.

Grace could not help but be self-conscious under that piercing gaze. She felt ashamed. It was as if Dawn could see

right through her clothes – see how Grace was in this meeting not wearing any bra or panties. Her old college

rival would discover how Grace was a slut who loved displaying her body in the office, a slut who let men stick

their toys and penises into her holes.

With the benwa balls vibrations getting stronger, Grace was in a quandary. On the one hand, she didn’t want

Dawn to think she was masturbating in their presence, as some girls do by squeezing their thighs as they sit. On

the other hand, she was deeply afraid that if she forced herself to relax, her vagina’s grip on the benwa balls

would slip. Without her panties, the balls would drop at her feet!

In desperation, Grace quickly crossed her legs. Immediately the warm and wet sensation doubled, triggering a

spasm of pleasure that danced in her crotch and spread to her rope bound breasts and erect nipples. Grace felt

herself approaching the brink of orgasm, but somehow managed to pull herself back. She almost came right then.

While she managed to stifle the moan within her and stay completely quiet, the rush of color to her face and flush

in her skin was apparent. FUCK, she told herself. Dawn must have seen the look on her face.

“Could you pour us more coffee grace?” said Royston.

Grace looked slightly pale, but nodded quickly. She had to stand up, and she knew she had no panties.

Relaxing her pelvic muscles, while standing up, to neutralize the overwhelming sensation resonating from the

depths of her womanhood, was simply out of the question. Royston continued talking about the presentation.

Getting up from her seat slowly, Grace felt a pang of panic, as she felt one of the heavy duotone balls pushing

against her vagina entrance, threatening to pop out.

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 19 (MF,bondage,toys,humiliation,mast)

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Dawn was thinking to herself that her history with Grace went further back than college. In fact, they went to the

same high school, where Dawn was two years Grace’s junior. Grace’s parents knew Dawn’s parents. Dawn had

an excellent record but always was in the shadow of the many honors that Grace acquired, to the extent that

Dawn’s parents would even compare her to Grace’s achievements. The comparison in college continued, despite

Dawn’s effort to take a different track from Grace.

After her college graduation, Dawn acquired a coveted position with a prestigious firm, and achieved a name for

herself, before coming to the attention of Mr M who recruited her. She had no idea that Grace worked in the same

company.

Dawn was definitely surprised to see Grace, and even more so, shocked at her appearance. Dawn was wearing a

very proper suit, pumps, and considered herself well-groomed, with makeup that was appropriately professional.

Grace’s attire on the other hand was borderline disgraceful and definitely inappropriate if she was had a more

senior status than her in the company – ridiculously short skirt, ridiculously tall heels, and there was definitely

something wrong with the blouse. Combined with her slightly disheveled hair, bright cherry lipstick, dark

eyeshadow and heavy mascara which gave her the smoky look, Dawn thought she looked – my god – like a tart.

Mr Michelson and Dawn might be pretending to be listening to Royston talk, but Grace knew they were glancing

at her from the corner of their eyes. Grace gingerly picked up the coffee pot and tried her best to pour coffee for

everybody without spilling any. She could feel her tits straining against the front of her thin blouse now. She

could feel Dawn’s eyes boring into her as the coffee trickled out.

The thought of terrible humiliation in front of Mr Michelson and Dawn would be too much to even contemplate.

She hung on as tightly as she could, clenching her vaginal muscles.

Miraculously she poured the coffee without incident. Grace carefully sat down, very relieved, but the battle was

far from over, because she could feel some minute tremors passing through her the tightness of her pubic area.

Dawn was asking a few questions to Royston now. With uncrossed legs, Grace could feel her control over her

imminent orgasm slipping away from her, and she felt light-headed. Little by little, she had to spread her thighs

to avoid going over the edge. She could not care less now if she was flashing her naked pussy to Mr Michelson.

Did he know that she was on the verge of spending herself?

It was Dawn’s turn to speak now. The other two men listened to her, enraptured. Grace pretended to pay

attention but did not hear a single word. She was helplessly enduring the pummeling of the vibrating duotone

balls on her tight vaginal walls – after walking around the whole morning with the balls moving against each

other in her young cunt, her entire pubic zone was already engorged with blood. She was lubricating copiously,

and naked underneath without panties, she could feel her juices leaking between her legs. Grace regretted not

asking for permission to cum from Royston earlier that morning – if she did, she wouldn’t have to endure this

now, and be at risk of being utterly humiliated in front of Mr M and Dawn.

Mr Michelson said, “Alright then, I’ll see you guys again at lunchtime.”

Grace almost collapsed in relief.

Instead, she mustered the best smile she could, and extended her hand feebly to take Mr Michelson’s outstretched

hand, trying hard not to move from her seat as the three metal balls still throbbed madly in her maidenhood. As

she shook his hand, she felt the balls stop vibrating and the vibrating butt plug starting up again.

Half of her was disappointed that Royston did not simultaneously turn on the butt plug and the benwa balls to

maximum speed. She was under Royston’s mercy totally. If they both turned on at the same time, she new she

would be hurled into the realm of ecstasy. She would be cumming hard in front of Mr Michelson and Dawn. She

would completely humiliate herself. And once they have seen her debase herself, they would know.. they would

use her and abuse her for their amusement.

“Grace, why don’t you and John drop by your cubicle so you can give him a copy of the report he mentioned?”

said Royston, a glint in his eye.

Royston knew that Grace was so close to cumming, after the repeated stimulations from the vibrating butt plug.

Her sensitivity was also doubled with the adrenaline pumping through her body, generated from the fear of

being discovered.

“Yes, Sir…” she replied, and then realized that she had slipped and called him “Sir” in front of Mr Michelson and

Dawn.

Slowly, Grace got up. Pantiless, and with a humming plug buried up her ass, Grace tried to walk back to her

cubicle on her high heels, whilst pretending nothing was wrong. She did not want to give the game away to Mr

Michelson. Mr Michelson, seemed to not suspect anything, for he tried to make conversation as they walked back

together.

Grace worked with Mr M once on a different project, and he had always said he admired her working ability and

spunk. In her former life, she was so confident that she would get promoted again within a year, as she had the

support of Mr Shih, and had a professional working relationship with all the other department heads. That

seemed so far away now, that life of normality. Now Mr Shih had fucked her. Mr Ko had violated her too. For a

split second, she imagined Mr M fucking her.

As they walked back to her cubicle, Grace hardly listened to what Mr Michelson was saying. She was

concentrating on curbing the amazing sensations threatening to unleash from her lower body. She merely

responded, “Yes”, or “Really?” or “Okay” to whatever he was saying.

It was like a haze had clouded her mind now, as her limbs moved mechanically trying to bring her back to her

cubicle, her consciousness was trying to ignore the tingling building up deep in her womb – usually the signs that

her orgasm was imminent. She just needed to get to her cubicle and hand Mr Michelson the report ! In the half-

daze, Grace could feel her juices running down the inside of her leg. Grace unconsciously wet her dry lips with

her tongue, hoping that Mr Michelson would not notice this slut juicing beside him.

Finally they were at her cubicle. She fumbled as she searched for the report, knocking over a stack of documents.

“Oops..” she said softly, smiling, as if she was on crack. Mr Michelson was looking at her funny now, but she

didn’t care anymore. “Found it!”

Grace pulled out the report and handed it to Mr Michelson. “Thanks Grace.” He smiled, touching her hand.

“Maybe next week we can have lunch together and catch up on old times,” Mr Michelson said.

“Yes, maybe!” Grace said with the same dazed smile on her face. Mr Michelson’s a nice guy, she told herself. She

felt herself so close to cumming. Fuck, she was going to cum in front of him. She’s going to orgasm once again

like a whore who can’t control herself ! Fuck, please leave now.

“Alright, see you in a couple of hours with Royston..” said Mr Michelson, and he turned and left Grace’s cubicle.

THUD.

In her relief Grace had accidentally relaxed

Mr Michelson turned back when he heard the sound of something heavy striking the carpeted floor. Grace was

horrified. There was a shiny ball resting on the floor. One of the benwa balls had dislodged from her cunt,

apparently disconnected itself from the string that held it with the other two.

“No worries, it’s just my paperweight,” she said with a flush. FUCK, she told herself. She quickly reached down

and picked up the ball and set it on her table. The surface of the ball was moist with her juices – she could see it

glistening.

Just as well that it was disconnected from the other two, she told herself. Otherwise, perhaps all three would slip

out, one after another. Mr Michelson would then see what kind of girl she was, with benwa balls inside her pussy.

Either she had urinary incontinence and had to practise Kegel exercises, or she was a kinky slut.

Mr Michelson looked like he was about to say something, but didn’t. He waved goodbye, and walked away with

a smile on his face.

Grace looked around – the other people seated near her were not in their cubicles. Grace did not dare to sit down

with the butt plug still inside of her. She did not want to get into trouble again. And she certainly did not dare to

remove the plug without Royston telling her to. Picking up the phone, she called Royston.

“Royston, speaking,” said the man at the other end of the phone.

“Sir, can I .. can this one have your permission to cum please?” Grace said, clenching her butt cheeks. The tingly

sensation in her pelvic floor was building up as the vibrations caused her clit to swell up, dispensing little spasms

of pleasure. Grace had decided rather than to go through this torment for the rest of the day, she would ask for

permission to cum. She did not want to cum in front of Mr Michelson and Dawn at the meeting later, especially

with the rest of the sales team attending.

In his office, Royston smiled. It has almost become ingrained in Grace to ask for permission to orgasm on a daily

basis now. She had finally given up trying to fight the orgasm training. The only thing though, is that she did not

have man-cum in her mouth today.

“Did you forget something, pet?” Royston said.

“No Sir, grace did not forget,” she said quietly, taking out a small cosmetics jar from her bag. “This one has

brought man-cum with her,” she said, opening the jar.

On the other side of the phone, Royston smiled. “And pray tell, whose is it of?” he asked.

“The bellboy’s, Sir.. from this morning,” replied Grace, scooping up the semi-dried cum from the bottom of the jar,

and putting it in her mouth. She had Steve the bellboy ejaculate into the empty jar before she left the hotel for the

office that morning.

“Very well then, slut. You are well prepared, and I must say I am impressed,” said Royston. “You may sit down,

and open my email in your inbox. Stay on the phone.”

Grace quickly took out a thick wad of tissue paper from the tissue paper box on her desk, and hastily lined it on

her cushion. Lifting up her skirt quickly, she carefully planted her bare naked ass on her tissue-covered cushion,

feeling the flange end of the butt plug push the filling probe deep into her open anus.

Her other hand trembled as she clicked on the mouse, located the email from Royston, and opened the

attachment. It was a slideshow that filled her entire screen. The title slide said, “Grace’s Hard Lessons.” Reading

it made her hard thump, and the blood rush to her ears.

Meanwhile she could taste Steve’s cum on her tongue – not her first time.

Royston continued in his almost hypnotic voice, “Step through the slideshow slowly, while staying on the phone

line. When you finish looking at them, I will give you permission to cum.”

Grace clicked on her mouse.

JANUARY it said in block letters on the top right hand corner, with running numbers below, printed

over a large full color picture of her. It looked like a calendar ! The photo of her was one of those from the lingerie

photo shoot she had to model for Nakamori. In the photo, she held a cocktail glass while wearing a pair of

matching white bandeau bra and lip-hugger panties. The white panties displayed her camel-toe quite

prominently.

Her heart pounding, Grace clicked her mouse to advance the slide. She realized this was it – the design for an

actual calendar, starring herself.

FEBRUARY. Grace felt light-headed, seeing a picture of herself, decked in white again. This time in

wedding lingerie, looking pure and virginal, if this was a private moment. Yet because this was a calendar, she

was sinfully seductive in the lacy intimates that only the bridegroom would see, but was now wickedly displayed

for all in sheer embroidered lace, smooth satin, and a veil.

MARCH was her in the raw, posing in front of a polished chrome elevator at what looked like a luxury

shopping mall, with marble floors. While her privates were covered, it was a picture that would shock any

civilized person in polite company – the black leather harness on her body looked like one fit to use on an animal.

She looked defiant, staring straight into the camera, with her long coat open, and revealing her naked body

underneath. The thin leather harness that criss-crossed her body made her nudity more pronounced than if she

had been totally naked.

As Grace viewed the calendar, Royston could observe exactly which month she was on, as he had the hidden

camera above her cubicle, and another one below her desk focusing between her legs.

“How do you like what you are seeing Grace?” he said. He could hear Grace’s slightly labored breathing over the

phone.

“Wh-what is this for?” she said, her heart pounding. She continued advancing the slideshow, while gripping the

benwa balls in her pussy. Subconsciously, Grace was rocking forward and backward on her seat, causing the

inside of the duotone balls to roll and create additional sensations inside her. The rocking motion also made the

feeling of the plug filling her ass even more pronounced.

APRIL was her in the men’s toilet of the same shopping mall. Standing urinals were visible in the

background. She saw her topless self on the screen, wearing only red wrist-wraps, her hands hiding her naked

bush, her face looking away from the camera.

MAY was a closeup picture of her, a sideway profile of her in a squatting position. She wore a shiny

red corset that bared her breasts, and shiny black leather motorcycle high boots that created a stark juxtaposition

with her fair skin of her thighs and bum facing the camera.

JUNE she was sitting outdoors on a mat, clothes in disarray, looking like she had just been raped.

Panties crumpled, positioned strategically on the mat between her open legs.

These were pictures of her recent bondage photography shoot. What was going on? A calendar?

Royston said over the phone, “Do you remember the man who gate-crashed your photo-shoot in the toilet?”

Shocked, Grace recalled there was a burly man with a hairy face who came into the men’s room to pee while she

was being photographed stark naked by Joe and Nakamori.

“Nakamori told him that you’re a new porn starlet doing a photo-shoot for your nude calendar. To promote your

new career you know. Well he contacted Nakamori recently, and begged to be given one of your calendars. Your

Owner said no, but he offered to pay good money for it.”

Grace could not believe her ears, but continued flipping through the next few slides.

JULY she was chained to a old brick wall, looking like someone’s pet slut chained in the cellar, a large

collar around her neck, her mouth gagged by a black cloth.

AUGUST she was wearing a mesh waist cincher, studded leather panties and sheer stockings, wrists

once again cuffed together in front of her.

Grace saw the bondage slut staring back at her in the picture, and felt her neck and bosom flush. Royston’s

disembodied voice continued over the phone. “In fact, he said he would buy a whole bunch of them and help sell

them in Hong Kong. Nakamori thought this was one way you could pay off your debt sooner.”

Grace was dumbfounded, hanging onto the phone to her ear, but no sound came out of her mouth. Mechanically,

she clicked her mouse and the screen showed the next slide.

SEPTEMBER was a composite picture. On the left hand side picture, she was bound with her arms high

above her head, stretched up by the rope which pulled her wrists taut to the ceiling. Helplessly she stood there in

her heels, displaying her glistening naked body in its full glory, baring her smooth hairless armpits. In the right

hand side picture she was trussed up, suspended from the ceiling by a set of ropes which had her body arched

backlike a bow with legs bent fully, and her arms secured behind her, almost touching her feet. Her mouth was

taped.

Grace’s hand trembled as she clicked the mouse yet again.

“I guess you reached October did you?” Royston said. He could see it through his hidden camera in the aircon

duct above Grace’s cubicle, but he did not want to let it on.

OCTOBER was a picture of her rope-bound, naked body. The rope went around her almost naked

body several times, above and below her breasts, even between, making her small mounds protrude lewdly. The

only thing she wore was sheer purple stockings which ran in several places. One of her legs was lifted up and tied

high, such that she only stood on one leg, her other thigh suspended in a vulgar angle to display her pussy. A

ball-gag was in her mouth. The words “S&M”, “Fuck me” and “Rape this pussy” were written in lipstick on her

thigh, ass and body.

“No, you can’t do this..” she said weakly, staring at the obscene pictures of herself on the screen. Again, she

tasted Steve’s cum in her mouth. She felt an involuntary spasm pass through her lower body. A very slight

tremor, but nonetheless she felt it.

Royston continued in his low voice, “The last two months of the calendar are reserved for your NEXT bondage

photography shoot, grace_slut. In the meantime, here are some pictures of your friend standing in to let you see

what is in store for you. On the count of 3, you can may cum, my little fuck toy.”

She went to the next slide and was astounded to see the model in the picture for November was not her. She

gasped audibly. It was someone else she knew.

NOVEMBER. A slender girl with long black hair, long legs, her arms behind her back in reverse prayer

position, a tall collar around her neck. She was standing in stocks, legs held wide apart, with her ankles secured

with metal cuffs, locked to the ground with eye-bolts. Although her mouth was distended from a large dildo

stuck in it, Grace could recognize that the girl was Ming !

“1,” announced Royston, starting the count. Through the hidden camera under Grace’s desk, he could observe

Grace’s small hand rubbing her pussy. “Good…feel the butt plug in you, you cum loving slut.”

“Wh – what is Ming doing here? What – why is she involved?” Grace stuttered, not believing her eyes. She could

not resist clicking on her mouse to advance to the next month. Although Royston just ignored her question, the

shock of seeing her friend in bondage brought Grace closer to the edge. A million ideas jumped into her head.

“2,” Royston said simply, “Nice calendar isn’t it with both of you?”

DECEMBER. Ming was strapped on a inclined platform, her legs up, and her feet pressed close to her

shoulders by the body of a fearsome looking man in a black hood mask, who was standing directly over her. It

was picture taken from the side profile. Grace tore her eyes from Ming’s distressed face in the picture and looked

further down. She laid her eyes on the hooded man’s large, erect penis penetrating Ming’s pussy.

“You know, I told Nakamori we should distribute the calendar to Mr Sorag and some of our other clients,” he

said.

“Nooo.. .Sir, uhh…..” Grace uttered, her rubbing of her pussy becoming more furious.

“Ming was not quite thrilled with that idea of course. Afterwards she asked me, no, begged me to fuck her three

times a week.. hahaha. But for you slut, I think we should just distribute it to everyone in this office.”

Grace felt herself slip over the edge, her rubbing frantic.

“3 !! CUM NOW SLUT”

The mental image of her naked pictures printed on every month of a desktop calendar, on the table of every

employee in the company struck her like a thunderbolt, tensing every muscle in her body. That terrible thought

of complete sexual humiliation finally pushed her over the edge. It was also at this point that with his remote

control, Royston turned on the butt plug vibration speed to the maximum.

Picturing her smutty photos seen by every man and woman in the office, with herself in the shocking, degrading

and titillating scenes that Ming were in, her pussy and anus twitched powerfully in a climax that hit her like a

hard slap across the face. Grace felt an indescribable implosion of pleasure, as powerful convulsions wrecked her

body, the spasms in her cunt and anal passage made stronger by the presence of the benwa balls and butt plug.

“Uhhhhhhhgggghhh,” a noise escaped from Grace. She could scarcely keep quiet as an immensely thrilling

orgasm ripped through her small frame, with the shrill vibrations of her butt plug screaming in her anal sphincter

while she rode out her climax.

Moments later, Grace opened her eyes. She felt immense shame at what she had done, and the betrayal of her

body. Indeed, she could still feeling the clenching and unclenching of her vaginal muscles in the aftershock of her

climax. Her cunt slime was all over her fingers, and had soaked through all the tissue paper and her cushion

underneath her, and the benwa balls that had rolled out of her cunt and dropped to the floor in the throes of

passion.

“What is this?” a slender hand picked up a benwa ball from the floor. The hand belonged to Dawn.

CHAPTER 20

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 20 (bondage,humiliation,spanking,toy,forced orgasm)

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I’m a bitch, I’m a lover

I'm a child, I'm a mother

I'm a sinner, I'm a saint

I do not feel ashamed

I'm a bitch, I'm a tease

I'm a goddess on my knees

Royston watched from his office as Grace as she made her way up the staircase carrying a box of files. The radio

was playing a pop song about a tease. Judging by the group of men hanging around near the bottom of the

staircase, Grace was also a tease given the number of hard cocks under those pants as Grace navigated her way

up in her short dress and high heels, showing off her legs in sheer black nylon. None of the men helped her, not

because they wanted to stare at her hosiery-covered legs and get a chance to spot the color of her panties, but

because the one or two chivalrous men who tried to help her were rejected.

Apparently Dawn had requested for a whole bunch of documents to be photocopied, so that they could be

couriered back to her office. Royston could have asked a secretary to do so, but it seemed that Grace

“volunteered” herself for the task, since she was not too busy. Grace was not allowed to get any other guy from

the office to help her, since she was already guilty of being distracting in the office with her slutty clothes, and

slutty act. If a guy at work did help her to carry the boxes, her punishment would be to suck his cock. Royston

would take it that she had selected the guy to be the contributor of the cum she must have in her mouth, for the

next time she reported to him to ask for permission to cum.

Grace made it to the top of the staircase, and placed the box on the railing, pausing to rest. Looking through the

window blinds from his office, Royston noted that she was wearing the suit jacket and dress he mail ordered

from Victoria Secrets. Underneath a black tight-fitting single button jacket, she wore a scoopneck dress, also in

black, with a back zip and seamed underbust. Nothing too provocative, compared to all the other times he might

have her wear a translucent camisole or a micro-mini skirt to work. It was what she wore below that dress today

that was more interesting.

Apparently though, Grace had no complaints whatsoever when she was given what she would wear below. The

hotel bellboy Steve told Royston that she was unusually reticent and submissive that morning when she had to

model the underwear for him in her room before she left for work. Royston thought to himself - perhaps it had

something to do with her being caught by Dawn yesterday with her hand between her legs and a wet benwa ball

on the floor? Perhaps Grace had accepted her place in the office – a slut who had already sucked three men, a

cum-whore who could only thinking about her next orgasm.

According to Steve, she tried on both bodystockings that morning without complaint, even though she had

realized that underneath the bodystocking, she would only be wearing thongs with no bra, underneath her work

clothes. Both bodystockings were long sleeve, covering her entire body except from her neck up – quite a visual

treat for Steve when Grace put them on for him. One was black in large open fishnet, while the other was simply

in sheer black nylon, but open crotch. Steve chose the latter for its open-crotch, titillated by the idea that Grace’s

whole body would be covered in nylon but her crotch would remain accessible to the men in the office.

As Grace tottered past his office and in front of the other cubicles in fuck-me heels, Royston also noted that Grace

had applied her lipstick, rouge, and eye makeup heavily as instructed when she reported for work. The deep

cherry lipstick with a pearly dazzling shimmer focused attention on her mouth, and the texture of the lipstick

made her lips cling slightly together if she opened them slowly. He wanted Grace to see this for herself when she

looked into the mirror - the effect was exactly like the reluctant parting of her cunt lips when she spread her legs

open. The immediate thought that any man would have, staring at her shimmering, slightly parted lips, would be

to slip his cock into her invitingly wet, scarlet mouth.

At the same time, the black eyeliner would make her look wide-eyed, as if she were pleading for the opportunity

to suck cock. As her luscious lips in glossy scintillant cherry were stretched around the bulging cockhead, and the

cockshaft began sliding along her pink tongue, her eyes would close involuntarily, revealing the powdery

charcoal eye-shadow that completely covered her eyelids. Her lashes, coated with thick black mascara, would

flutter prettily as she struggled to accommodate the cock down her throat. Her red-rouged cheeks gave the

impression of a flush reminiscent of the flush she experienced when she was sexually aroused.

The thought that just half an hour ago, Grace was in his office bent over his desk, as he inserted a double-headed

plug into her ass and pussy under her thongs, put a smile on his face. The open-crotch was quite convenient. He

made a mental note to tell Steve of the good choice in the open-crotch bodystocking Grace was wearing for the

day.

Royston wondered if Grace had truly become subservient, and that they had really succeeded in breaking her will.

If that were true, Royston thought to himself, he would be extremely pleased with himself, and relieved – it was

not easy to be monitoring her all this time, and there’s no telling if she might “blow up” and do something

irrational that might compromise all of them. It was a gamble that Royston, Nakamori, and now her boss Shih

were taking all the time. Step by step, they pushed her towards things she wouldn’t normally do if she wasn’t

blackmailed to do so. If they pushed her too much, they might lose control if she decided to run, or divulge their

secret outside their circle of influence, or go to the police.

Yet, as Royston watched Grace struggle along the corridor with the box of files, knowing that the double-headed

plug in her anus and pussy was making its presence felt each step that she took, he felt a slight disappointment. If

Grace stopped fighting, her training as submissive slut would not be as challenging and interesting for him

anymore. Half the pleasure he derived was from the overt humiliation she felt in following his instructions,

which invariably involved something sexually degrading.

He also knew that Nakamori was considering an enema party for Grace in the near future, a suggestion from Mr

Ko. Grace would be stripped naked, standing in the middle of a room ,with men watching from their seats

around her, till the only thing she wore would be her makeup, earrings, high heels and anklet. She would then be

administered an enema in full view of her audience, and made to strut around the room with a bloated and

severely cramping belly. Perhaps some members of her appreciative audience might also participate in lightly

whipping her as she crawled on all fours, and humiliated for their entertainment.

Tonight was Grace’s third bondage photography shoot, and Royston looked forward to it. No only because he

knew that the pictures and poses would become more extreme, and the bondage more strict and severe than the

first two shoots. Tonight would also be the first time Grace’s cunt would be used by her Owner, Mr Nakamori.

After tonight, Royston would get to fuck Grace at last. A proper pussy fuck, not just blowjobs. Royston had

waited long for this. When Mr Shih had found out about Grace’s situation from Royston, Mr Shih’s deal was that

he would get to fuck her first. Then it was followed by Mr Ko. Since she worked for Mr Shih and indirectly for Mr

Ko, being the directors at her company, Nakamori would only become Grace’s owner after being used by the two

other men. Royston was therefore fourth in line; in the slut’s training thus far, he had only used her mouth as her

other two holes were off limits. Not anymore after tonight.

** THE THIRD BONDAGE SHOOT

Grace arrived at Joe’s photography studio that evening, right on schedule.

Natasha was already there. Grace was told to sit down in front of the makeup table. Natasha helped to brush her

hair, and touch up her makeup. Grace was surprised that she wasn’t already told to change to some skimpy

swimwear, slutty lingerie, trashy dress, or titillating evening gown. Nat told her that her first set of pictures

would be in office attire – a tight fitting white blouse, single button jacket, and a black skirt.

Nakamori was there too. Seated in front of the makeup table, Grace looked at her Owner’s reflection in the mirror

– he was watching Nat touchup her makeup, while drinking from a flute of champagne.

When Nat was done with her, Nakamori offered Grace a full flute of champagne, and told her to bottoms-up as it

would help her to relax. Grace did so without question.

Next, Grace was told to sit down on a chair as Joe setup his tripod and camera in front of her. He shot a few

pictures of her doing nothing more than crossing her legs. Grace was then told to ditch her skirt, which she did.

Joe took another few warm-up shots of her on the chair, wearing what looked like office attire on top, but only

wearing panties below.

Nakamori approached Grace, holding a long length of thin rope in his hand. He instructed her to surrender her

panties to Joe.

Joe took over the still-warm underwear from the girl who unwillingly handed it over to him. He did not make

any pretenses of feasting his eyes on her triangular turf of pubic hair on her crotch, making Grace feel even more

self conscious. She stood in such a way that her legs were closed, which was quaint, Joe thought, for her feeble

effort to protect her modesty. After all by the end of the evening, dozens of high definition pictures of her cunt

displayed in full glory would be in his camera.

The tanned Japanese man began Grace’s introduction to various forms of Japanese rope bondage.

** Shinju

First Grace’s thighs were spread wide and bound to the legs of the chair. Her heel-encased feet were placed on

the cross-bar of the chair below her seat to elevate the height of her lower legs so that her knees could be bent

fully. With her knees flexed fully, a rope was looped over her thigh and under her shin, binding them tightly

together.

Next her arms were tied to either side of the chair, behind her body. The top three buttons of her blouse were

undone, and the front of the blouse pulled open, exhibiting her bra. Forcefully, Nakamori pulled down the jacket

off her left shoulder, then the right shoulder. As her arms were bound to the chair, the jacket was bunched up

around her elbows. He noted Grace’s eyes were looking up at his face in apprehension. Grasping the front of her

open blouse, he forcefully pulled it back and down, baring her left shoulder. With his fingers, he tugged further

on the material of the blouse that was bunched up at the rope, making it go as low as the rope would allow.

His eyes admired the slim, fair shoulders of the girl, and the soft white skin of her nape. Gently touching her

pronounced collar bone that was now revealed to his gaze, he slipped the bra strap off her left shoulder, pulling it

down to her elbow to where her blouse was bunched up around the rope. In the olden days, the sight of her nape

would hold an erotic attraction for Japanese men. Grace also had a hollow near her collar bone, as some thin

teenage girls tend to have.

Nakamori repeated the same on the other side, pulling off the blouse and bra strap, baring her right shoulder.

With the rope, he looped it around her torso a couple of times just above the breasts, and another one just below

them, then pulled the ropes together to squeeze her tits from the top and bottom. Another loop passed over her

shoulders and between her breasts to a knot behind her the back, drawing the rope above and below the breasts

together.

This was the Shinju shibari, or ‘pearls’ breast bondage. Properly applied, the torso wraps of the shinju presented a

wide range of possibilities, from sensually sensitizing the breasts and nipples through vascular restriction, to

providing a stable harness from which to move to a full suspension. In this position, the ropes laid over the rib

cage and shoulders, lifting and pinching the breasts. The tie could be intensified with cinching ties to the sternum

area or sides, or both, something which would be introduced to Grace in due course.

Nakamori’s fingers grasped the edge of the bra that was sticking out from under the rope, and tugged it

downwards, tucking the material at the top of the bra cups inside and underneath. The end result was it made her

breasts protrude out even more between the ropes, baring her breasts completely in a lewd manner.

Stepping back, he enjoyed the look on Grace’s face, looking thoroughly humiliated as she sat there powerless on

the chair, with legs spread wide open, stripped in her office wear and bound to the chair. Putting down his

camera, Joe stepped forward to Grace, unbuckling her belt, then worked his way up the buttons on the front of

her skirt. With her skirt unbuttoned completely, it simply fell apart, leaving her naked from waist down.

Joe took up his camera again, and resumed taking more pictures. The look on Grace’s face was priceless, showing

her shame at being photographed like this, her cunt displayed and her breasts bound so lewdly. Joe reached into

his pocket, retrieved her crumpled thongs and stuffed them in her mouth, before taking another six shots.

** Karada

Grace was untied from the chair. She was told to stand. The chair was removed. Her underwear and clothes were

put back in order, and she was given another glass of champagne by Natasha. Grace downed the bubbly wine,

hoping the alcohol would make the time go faster.

Use a twelve yard rope, Nakamori doubled it up and made a loose loop around her neck, with both single ends of

the rope towards the front of her body. He made a first overlay knot just above the breasts, a second one just

under the breasts, a third one on the belly button and a fourth one on the lower belly, just above her patch of

pubic hair. A fourth and fifth knot were added, just over her pussy lips and anus. This would allowing dildos to

be inserted in the knots later.

Nakamori took both ends of the rope, going in between Grace’s legs, over her labia and in between her ass-cheeks

up over her spine and through the neck-loop. Then he split the ends going forward - one end on each side of the

body. By winding the rope in between the first and second overlay knots, retaining the tension and tying the ends

together right next to the spine, Grace’s body soon resembled a fish being caught in a net.

Although Grace could still move, she would feel the rope with every move that she made. This was the Karada

shibari, favored by shibari masters for bestowing a sensation of containment without restriction, making their

submissives constantly aware of their whole body. In essence a body harness made from a single rope, it could be

worn above clothing as Grace was doing now, or tied on the naked body and worn under regular clothing, to

enhance feelings of vulnerability and exposure.

In time to come, Nakamori would train Grace to wear only the karada underneath her clothes – a symbol of her

true status as his property. She would stop wearing underwear, only the karada, whether she went to work or

went shopping. At his command, Grace would open her blouse or lift her skirt to show him the karada on her

body, whether or not they in a private or public place. Eight weeks was his guess. To top off the karada,

Nakamori also secured her arms behind her back in kote kote shibari, a wrist-to-wrist tie.

FLASH !

Joe started taking photographs again of Grace. She looked like any female office executive in her work clothes,

with the sole exception of the rope criss-crossing her body, highlighting sensitive parts of her bound body

through the diamond patterns between the rope.

Curiously, Joe gave Grace a big glass of water to drink while she was still bound, feeding it to her mouth, as her

arms were immobilized behind her back. Grace gulped it down, feeling thirsty. Joe did not wait for her to

swallow, and kept tipping the glass. She could not keep up even though she was drinking as fast as she could.

Much of the water spilled out, onto her chin and onto her clothes, but Joe did not care. In fact, he seemed to take

delight in it. He picked up his camera again and resumed the photography session.

Several photographs later, Nakamori produced a pair of tailor’s scissors. Relentlessly, he began to snip away at

Grace’s clothes, between the ropes. Sometimes he would just make a clean snip. Sometimes he would cut out

pieces of her clothes altogether. The scissors in his hand were merciless.

Grace did not struggle but her eyes betrayed her anxiety and distress as Nakamori systematically cut away pieces

of the clothing on her body. She was afraid to move for fear of getting cut by the scissors. Even if she wanted to

move, she was uncomfortably restrained from doing so because her wrists and forearms were secured tightly

behind her back.

Aiming at Grace through his viewfinder, Joe marveled about how a girl could be posing in front of them to have

her nude photograph taken and not utter a peep, but yet when Nakamori started ripping her clothes to shreds,

the same girl could cry. It was the same thing when a girl would wear much less with a bikini but feel

comfortable walking around on a public beach, yet suddenly feel modest if her skirt blew up while she walked on

a street.

Joe recalled that at Ming’s first photography shoot, the poor girl had wept hysterically throughout as her clothes

were slowly ripped to shreds with a penknife, while her wrists were bound to a rope suspended above her head.

Joe had never fucked a girl taller than him before, so he was especially fascinated with Ming’s long legs.

Nakamori ripped off a piece of Grace’s blouse, eliciting a cry from the girl. He stepped away. Joe immediately

snapped away, capturing photographs of her body for posterity. Pictures of Grace’s front and back of her body,

with major rips in her blouse and skirt. While she was technically wearing formal office clothes, the large circular

holes in her bra cups and thongs put her naked tits, ass and pubic bush on exhibition.

“Hang on,” said Nakamori to Joe.

Grace tried to move away, but Nakamori easily held on to the rope harness around her body. He placed a black

studded leather collar around her neck in no time. With the collar in place, and hand looped around the short

leash linked to the back of her collar, Nakamori could control Grace’s every move easily. At first Grace shook her

head in fear, then tried to turn her head away, but eventually she realized that she could not escape from her

Owner with his firm hand controlling her collar. Her lips parted, and she allowed him to slowly insert an eight

inch black dildo slowly into her mouth.

FLASH !

Joe smiled. This was a great shoot , and one of the best pictures he had taken. He could imagine the caption now.

OFFICE PET BITCH GRACIE. In designer office clothes and heels. Body in rope bondage, with cutout holes in her

clothes and underwear displaying her private parts. Collar around her neck and a dildo stuffed in her mouth.

Standing, facing the camera.

FLASH !

Then the pet bitch was turned around. The big tear in the back of her skirt, the circular hole in her stockings and

panties displaying her ass. Nakamori produced a crop, not unlike something used for horses. He lashed her bare

ass a few times, causing her to flinch and utter muffled cries. Red marks on her ass became visible.

FLASH !

Besides the stinging pain of the crop on her ass, and the high pitched whirr of the photographer’s flash bulb

recharging, Grace could not see or hear anything else.

Next the slut was brought to her knees with Nakamori tugging her collar down, her arms still immobilized. “Yes

fantastic,” said Joe, “let the office pet bitch go on all fours like she was born to.”

With her arms still bound behind her back, Grace was helpless as Nakamori pushed her upper body forward and

down, controlling her with the collar around her neck. Without her arms in front of her, Grace could not support

her upper body, and as a result her head and shoulders were pressed to the floor, faced turn to the side (eight

inch dildo still protruding from her mouth), her ass pointed up.

Joe took several closeup shots of Grace’s face and body in the degrading position, pausing between shots to pull

off first her blouse, then her torn bra, hanging by tatters on her body. All this time, Nakamori kept her on her

knees, her head pressed to the floor. Joe continued walking around Grace, taking pictures of her from all

directions, taking his time to strip her - ripping off the remnants of her stockings, pulling the material of her

ripped and crumpled skirt down to her knees - till she was totally naked, except for the collar on her neck, the

dildo in her mouth, and the pair of torn panties still hanging around her one ankle. Just a couple of months ago,

she was a confident career woman, an executive high-flier. Now she was just a fuck toy, a sexual plaything to be

used and abused.

“You know who requested this pose of you, Grace?” the photographer said to her softly, snapping away with

gusto. “Your boss Mr Shih,” he grinning, “oh yes – Nakamori-san will make quite a bit of money selling your

pictures to the bosses of the company you stole from, and who knows who else in your office. Hahaha.”

Grace felt her eyes welling up in humiliation, knowing that Joe was standing behind her, enjoying the view and

undoubtedly training his zoom lens on her naked ass propped up in the air, and knowing the same pictures

would be viewed by Mr Shih and Mr Ko, both of whom had already violated her once. Judging by how close Joe’s

camera was to her ass, and the sharp intake of breath from Joe, Grace knew it wasn’t just her ass the

photographer was focusing on. FLASH ! While she could not see the photographer because her cheek was

pressed to the floor and he was behind her, the bright flash of light told her that her captors now had a high

definition image of the most intimate part of her body.

“Spread your legs further,” instructed Nakamori. As her Master placed his warm hand on her left inner thigh,

Grace obediently moved her knees further apart, wondering if he could feel her thighs trembling.

Grace screwed her eyes shut, imagining her Master parting her cunt lips with his fingers, and holding them apart,

so that Joe’s photographic lens could capture her tender pink flesh inside. With her exposed cunt caught on film,

and her face in it, Grace knew her fate as bitch slave would be irrevocably sealed.

“The money shot,” said Joe to Nakamori.

FLASH !

Instead, her Master eased a curved black dildo into her pussy and turned it on, causing little spasms to escape

from her body.

“Beautiful,” Joe remarked to himself, turning his camera to check his flash light. Aiming his camera between

Grace’s legs again, he took a few more photographs. He took some shots of his reluctant model’s face too – taking

advantage of the how the working vibrator would put even the most reluctant of his subjects into “the mood”, a

facial expression which he sought to capture in his photography.

With her head still down, Grace swallowed the saliva accumulating in the back of her mouth. The dildo in her

mouth made her salivate plenty, and if she allowed the excess saliva to drool out of her mouth, it would only

make herself feel more humiliated in front of the men. On her other end, her pussy was producing secretions too,

a natural response to the dildo’s vibrations. Powerless to stop herself from lubricating, she felt shamed by her

body’s reaction nonetheless.

“Are we done for this pose?” said Joe. He looked at Nakamori for direction. The close-ups of Grace’s naked ass

not only captured her puckered anus and the curved dildo sticking out of her pussy, but also showed the reddish

welts on her ass cheeks from the earlier lashing. Joe thought of some of the shoots of Nakamori’s other girls,

where he would finger-fuck them in this position to orgasm – the pictures would show their juices spraying out at

their climax. There were also those ones, whom he would whip their exposed cunt, but they would usually be

shaved clean, or Brazilian waxed.

That thought reminded Joe of a question he had for Nakamori. “By the way, when are you going to shave her?”

Grace hated Joe. As if him raping her once was not enough, Joe seemed to delight in defiling her completely. He

wanted to capture her maidenhood’s image for eternity; he was the sort of person who wanted to gloat to the rest

of the world what he had taken, and share with others what her cunt looked like on the inside. He was an asshole.

Nakamori pulled Grace up by her collar, eyeing his bitch and replying wryly, “Be patient, Joe, it will be very

soon..”

On her knees, Grace only looked at her Master’s feet, hoping it would just be depilation they were considering for

her. After all, Natasha’s pussy was not depilated. Her labia were also pierced, and she also had tattoos in

Japanese on her lower back just above her ass, on her upper arm, and above her left breast. Grace was left lying

on the floor at her Master’s feet, still bound, contemplating her fate, as he puffed on a cigar. The dildo in her

pussy was left on, causing an involuntary spasm to pass through her body every now and then.

It seemed like ages later, when Grace became aware of her surroundings again. Her Owner was not beside her –

he was discussing with Joe about the pictures they took of her earlier. She heard Natasha’s voice.

Natasha sashayed back into the studio, smiling to herself. She had vanished while Nakamori was tying the

karada on Grace’s body. On Nakamori’s instruction, Nat came over and helped to untie Grace from her bonds,

switching off the vibrator in her pussy. Grace thought that Natasha’s face did seem a little flushed, and it wasn’t

the blusher. Nat only smiled at her as she removed the vibrators in Grace’s mouth and sopping wet pussy.

Royston announced that he had some business to take care of, so he left.

With her bladder already feeling full for the last ten minutes, Grace felt this was an opportune time to put in her

request. It was the two full glasses of champagne she had earlier, plus the big glass of water. Her mouth was tired,

and dry from being stretched around the dildo for so long just minutes ago, but she had to risk the punishment of

being gagged again for opening her mouth when she was not spoken to.

“Please Sir,” she asked Nakamori tentatively, “may I go to the ladies to relieve myself?”

“No you may not,” he replied instantly, without so much as looking at her. “You go after the shoot.”

Grace endured the feeling in her bladder, as Nakamori adjusted the ropes over and around her body. She looked

at Nat pleadingly for help, but Nat refused to make eye contact with her.

Nat led her by hand, walking her to where the pile of her office clothes was lying on the floor, from her first pose

that evening. Joe had already setup his tripod there, and was adjusting his camera.

Nakamori moved a stool in front of Grace, while holding the black vibrator dildo in one hand. He sat down on

the stool while she remained standing. “Say hi to your old friend,” said Nakamori. Grace had to spread her legs

while he slowly inserted the dildo into her cunt. It was clearly too large for Grace’s petite cunt, as she was a petite

girl, but he persisted. When he stopped, the end of the fat dildo stuck out from her cunt by about an inch, but was

secured loosely in place by the ropes traversing from her navel down to the front of her crotch, underneath and

over her cunt lips and up her butt crack to the bottom of her spine.

“I’m terribly sorry, Sir, I really need to go..” she said sheepishly. Her bladder was bursting.

“You need to pee?” said Nakamori without a hint of irritation.

She nodded.

“That’s too bad. You hold it in. The ropes are already done as you can see.”

Without further ado, he turned on the vibrator to the medium speed setting. Grace’s body instantly tensed up. He

also activated the pulse button, meaning every fifteen seconds the vibrator would ramp up to high speed for three

seconds before returning to medium speed.

He turned Grace to face the other way, so that her ass was facing him. Due to its weight, the dildo had a tendency

to slip out if it wasn’t checked by the loose ropes going over Grace’s pussy and butt crack.

Using the index and middle fingers of his right hand, with his palm facing up, he supported the bottom end of

the vibrating dildo, pushing it up when he felt it slipping out. Nakamori wondered: was it slipping out from its

own weight, or was Grace squeezing her cunt? He caressed the hair at the back of her neck lovingly, like he

would scratch the back of a dog’s ears.

Occasionally, he grasped the end of the large dildo with his fingers, and jiggled it in her cunt for three seconds,

evoking a pronounced reaction from the tart. He would vary the direction of the jiggling to catch her offguard, at

times side to side, at times up and down, and at times in both directions simultaneously.

Right after each jiggle, he would let go of the dildo, and give a sharp smack to Grace’s left butt cheek with his

palm. The smack was delivered in a calculated fashion – not like a spanking with the full force of his palm onto

her ass cheek, but a glancing blow. The effect was a stinging pain that smarted for two full seconds while the

victim would involuntarily clench her butt cheeks together for half a second after the blow was delivered. If he

was lucky, her clenching would coincide when the vibrator went into its burst of high speed pulses, causing

Grace’s body to arch like she has been electrified.

Nakamori repeated this several times, throwing in some randomness with appropriate pauses in between – jiggle

the dildo for three seconds, deliver a hard smack, pause for five seconds, jiggle the dildo for five seconds, deliver

another smack, jiggle the dildo for two seconds, pause for three seconds, jiggle the dildo again for another three

seconds, deliver a smack, jiggle again for another two seconds, and so on.

Not forgetting that throughout this ordeal the dildo was deep inside her delivering two thousand vibrations per

second, Grace’s body was forced to react in ways she had absolutely no control over. The alternating jiggles of

the vibrator deep in her pussy and ass smacks forced Grace’s vaginal walls and ass cheeks to contract and relax

every few seconds. Grace could feel herself losing grip – not just muscular control. The ability to reason was also

slipping from her mind, and she couldn’t think. She could only react, there was no mind, only body. And her

body reacted to every move her Master made, like the way he wanted to.

Like a reflex, her pelvic muscles were coaxed into this rhythmic cycle of pain and pleasure, while the orgasmic

urges surged inside her like molten lava emerging from the cracks of a dormant volcano. All this time, her full

bladder did not help. Tears ran down her face, as each blow and jiggle raining down on her ass and pussy

systematically dismantled her mind’s control over her body. She could feel the cracks appearing in her façade of

control as the unbridled desire swelled in her bosom and in her loins - her Master was going to unveil her natural

state, reveal her vulnerable side, expose her raw sexuality.

It would happen so quickly and unexpectedly that Grace had forgotten to ask for permission to cum.

Grace started to cum, in front of her Master. With closed eyes and gritted teeth, the silent climax took over her

body, making her shudder violently. She had denied her body the release for so long that when it finally came, it

was like an explosive volcanic eruption that would not stop. But her explosive orgasm was not all to it. He

wanted to humble her. Make her accept her bodily functions, were just that, bodily functions, in front of Him.

With a carefully placed palm on her lower abdomen, he exerted a firm pressure. Distracted by the pleasurable

contractions her body was in the midst of, Grace offered no resistance, nor did she see it coming. Her bladder was

already like a reservoir at the verge of overflow, and she was too caught up with her climax that she did not

realize her Owner’s hand was touching her lower belly until it was too late. He pressed down on her bladder, not

in a hard way, but firmly. Grace uttered a cry of anguish and despair at the exact point when she started peeing.

Her Master had stepped back once it begun, knowing Grace could not stop the deluge of her own pee raining

down on the crumpled office clothes at her feet.

Grace closed her legs and tried in vain to hide her shameful lack of self-control, her hands desperately trying to

cover her crotch in front of her audience. She wailed, feeling the hot stream steadily running down her legs,

feeling conflicted by the wonderful sense of relief which pervaded her as her bladder finally let go. Another

shudder went through her body, the last contraction of her forced orgasm.

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 21 (bondage,mast,toy,humiliation)

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Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem

Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider

I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit

After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick

Grace stood there in front of her audience, her upper body slumped forward in humiliation. The trickling of her

warm piss dribbled down between her legs, onto the puddle of clothes she wore to the office that morning. She

just had a forced orgasm at her Owner’s manipulations, and was made to lose control of her full bladder right

after.

The vibe still active inside her pussy stimulated her vaginal muscles, ensuring a couple of good post-climax

shudders to pass through her pelvic region, as her bladder emptied. So even if she had tried to, she might only be

able to pause the stream of urine momentarily, but ultimately had no way of holding it in. The young female

executive cried out in distress, unable to help herself from releasing her bladder completely in front of Nakamori,

Joe, and the camera.

The stream of pee dwindled to a tiny trickle, nearing its end. Grace did not know what to do, but remain standing

there stupidly. The humiliation from the knowledge that Joe had taken several pictures of her in the last few

minutes - photos of her disgraceful climax at her Master’s hand, and photos of how she urinated on herself –

welled up inside her. Overcome by deep shame, the sobs erupted convulsively from Grace’s heaving chest, even

before the peeing had stopped completely.

Marvelous! Joe thought. Joe always delighted in taking the pictures of the aftermath – crumpled mess of piss-

soaked work clothes under Grace’s bare feet, her shoulders heaving with breath-hitching sobs, while an

occasional shudder escaped from her lower body due to the buzzing vibrator still forcibly crammed up her cunt.

Looking at the scene, Nakamori remembered a girl owned by another Master.

Nakamori remembered that girl clearly, for she had worn a dress that he designed. She had a fashion spread

photographed by Joe for a reputable magazine in fact, at this very studio. Her Master had the girl wear a chastity

belt at most times. Even when she was at this studio, she wore one under her dress, posing on the couch. She was

tall, blonde and pretty. But she was haughty, and her Master wanted her to learn a lesson. Nakamori knew

because her Master showed Nakamori the video tape.

Her Master brought her to an outdoor charity event, dressed in a sexy cocktail dress. She attracted a lot of

attention, as she always did. After several drinks, the girl asked for permission from her Master to borrow the key

to her chastity belt so that she might relief herself in the ladies. Her Master denied her that request, making her

mingle with the crowd with a full bladder. When she reached her a point of desperation where she could hardly

hold it in anymore, her Master brought her to a somewhat more private area. In the presence of some people that

her Master knew and whom she had just met at the event, her Master stood behind her and without warning, had

his hand on her lower belly and pulled her toward him. His pressing down against her full bladder, caused the

girl to pee in her dress. She was utterly distraught. To make it worse, her public peeing was caught on tape by

somebody – a calculated move by her Master to ensure her good behavior for a much longer period thereafter,

since he knew the owner of video camera.

Nakamori had also seen a video of another girl who, for her twenty-first birthday was given a swimsuit to wear.

The men whom her Master arranged to celebrate her birthday appeared to be all middle-aged men who shared

two fetishes – one of which was young girls in swimwear. Wearing the swimsuit, and with her hair tied in a

ponytail, the girl was the center of attraction with the men crowded in a circle around her. The girl was then

made to pee, while still wearing her swimsuit in front of her appreciate audience, thus satisfying their other fetish.

Looking at a sobbing Grace, Nakamori smiled to himself. His bitch would make a good piss slut yet.

It was about half an hour later. Grace was accompanied by Natasha, who had cleaned her up. Grace was wearing

a white bathrobe, appearing at the doorway of the studio. Her eyes betrayed little emotion as she stood in front of

Nakamori, Royston and Joe. In front of the men, Nat undid the belt of the bathrobe that Grace had on her body.

The front of the bathrobe fell apart, revealing Grace to be completely naked beneath. Nat stood behind Grace and

grasped both sides of the robe above Grace’s shoulders. Nat took off the bathrobe completely, leaving Grace

standing in her full naked glory. Unlike earlier, Grace no longer seemed to betray any sign of shyness in her

complete nudity. Her forced orgasm and urination in front of them seemed to have had effected a change in

behavior. Perhaps in Grace’s mind, the men had ‘seen everything’, well, almost everything, so her nudity was

nothing to be modest about anymore.

Excellent, Nakamori thought to himself, his hand rubbing the stubble on his chin. Grace’s first stage of

submission had been achieved by Royston recently – she had accepted that her body was not hers, and that an

orgasm was a privilege which she had to seek permission from either her Trainer or Owner. The second stage

which he would say they have achieved tonight was her being totally comfortable being nude in front of them.

That would soon move to being nude in front of other people. He wondered if Grace had also been acclimatized

to lose her inhibitions about cumming in front of others, to give in to her own need to cum above all else. This he

would find out soon. When a girl was totally comfortable being nude in front of others, and lost all inhibitions

about orgasming in front of others, he would have a true slut.

For her next pose, Grace was brought to stand in front of a big frame shaped like the letter “X”. It was taller than

she was. Her eyes betrayed her incomprehension and dread when she saw the metal shackles on the four corners

of the “X”. Nakamori and Joe each held her left wrist and right wrist up respectively, placing them in the open

shackles on either side of the upper ends of the “X”. With the two men holding her arms in position, Grace let the

iron shackles close around her delicate wrists. Standing spread-eagled, her left ankle and right ankle were also

shackled into place on the lower ends of the “X”. The dildo in her mouth was replaced with a ball gag, while

Natasha applied oil liberally all over Grace’s nude body.

Nakamori brought out a black wooden stand which stood at about Grace’s knee height. Although Grace was

secured to the platform by her shackled wrists and ankles, she was not secured so tightly that she could not move

herself up and down a few inches. This was what Nakamori counted on. Grace watched on as Nakamori

produced a black eight-inch dildo, and inserted one end of it into a hole at the top of the stand. It fitted perfectly.

Turning a couple of knobs at the side of the stand secured the dildo firmly in place, with the business end sticking

up vertically.

Nakamori moved the stand between Grace’s legs, whereupon Grace realized the stand’s height was adjustable.

Nakamori raised it an inch at a time, till the head of the dildo was an inch away from her vulva. At this point, he

paused, and looked at his slut, who was as silent as she could be. Her helpless eyes were staring at him, while her

mouth was forced open by the ball gag stuffed in it. Her chest rose and fall with her heavy breathing, as she

waited in anticipation for his next move. The Japanese fashion designer cupped his slut’s pubic mound with his

hand – for a split second their gazes met - in one deft motion, his finger had tested her readiness.

She was moist. Grace tore her gaze away from her Owner’s eyes; she could not bear him seeing the recognition of

her state of dampness, in her eyes.

Nakamori continued raising the height of the stand – Grace reacted with a soft involuntary cry, muffled by the

gag, when she felt the tip of the dildo touch her labia lips. She knew what he intended. He would only stop when

the head of the dildo was inside of her. Still she attempted to postpone the inevitable by trying to stand on her

tiptoes as the head pushed against the entrance of her vulva. Nakamori said nothing, allowing the slut to delay

her fate, as he raised the stand higher by another inch, till again, the head was pushing so lightly at her moist cunt

lips.

She was on tiptoes already, and could raise herself higher no further. The Japanese man stepped back, taking his

place beside Joe who was focusing the camera on his hapless model. Her calves were already beginning to ache

from the effort of keeping her body from bearing down on the cold, unfeeling, bulbous head of the vulgar sex toy.

A minute later, her calf muscles began to tremble, and Grace found her will and strength waning as the pressure

at her vulva grew.

When the head of the dildo penetrated her - by her own failure to sustain her bodyweight from standing on her

toes - her eyes flew wide open in surprise, then rapidly transitioned to shame. The surprise came from how

quickly and how deeply her vagina had accepted the circumference of the massive dildo head and slid down the

thick shaft like a velvet sheath, fully impaling herself. The shame from the realizing the reason for why her cunt

swallowed the dildo whole was that her inside walls were very well-lubricated. Slick with her secretions in fact,

which also accounted for her relatively painless penetration.

Grace’s unceremonial ‘deflowering’ by the mechanical dong, and her conflicted reactions were captured faithfully

by the camera in front of her silently. The camera had been setup by Joe on a tripod in front of her, and preset to

take a series of ten pictures at half second intervals when he pressed a button in a little remote in his pants pocket.

With the dildo fully entrenched in his pet’s hole, Nakamori turned it on at a low vibration setting, causing an

immediate reaction from her. One thousand vibrations per second of an undulating seven-inch long shaft buried

in her tight cunt, made Grace’s body quiver like an electric shock was going through her.

She was vaguely aware that Joe must be taking pictures of her, but could do nothing to stop her body from

violently reacting from the flood of sensations overpowering every inch of her muscles and nerves. It was as if

there was another Grace inside her mind, that was looking at her bound naked body on the “X” while the stand

invaded her vaginally. The Grace in her head was totally mortified at being exposed, abused, manipulated, and

humiliated like this, but yet the grace that had her wrists and ankles restrained could feel the wanton warmness

spreading in her loins.

Grace let a low moan escape her slightly open mouth. As her Master toyed with her shamelessly lubricating hole,

she tried frantically to lift her body up to escape his ministrations on her sex. Escape proved to be futile, as the

resilient bonds around her wrists and ankles attested.

Unlike all of the vibrators and vibrating dildos that had been used on Grace, the vibrating dildo that Nakamori

was using on Grace had an additional function that could be turned on or off separately. The knobbly head of the

dildo had three rounded protrusions. This entire head could be made to rotate – more accurately there was a

secondary motor inside that caused the head of the dildo to turn in a small circular motion – making the three

rounded protrusions clearly felt as they turned inside their subject.

Nakamori turned up the vibration to medium speed, and pressed the switch that also turned on the rotator motor,

watching the knobbly head turn around and around in small circles.

Unprepared for anything like this, Grace made unintelligible grunting noises. With her tiny vagina enveloped

around the thick shaft of the dildo, Grace was already in outer space with two thousand vibrations per second.

With the head of the dildo rotating in small circular motions inside of her, Grace was near hysterical, throwing

her head back, eyes closed, her wrists flailing in their shackles. Her lower body heaved and rolled from side to

side, as the vibrating dildo worked inside her. She had no escape, for she was impaled on the dildo.

Grace could do nothing but mew meaningless sounds through her ball gag. Saliva drooled from her mouth down

between her breasts. Through the periphery of her vision, she saw Joe taking some pictures of her, but she was

hardly able to register any more shame nor self-restraint.

When Nakamori pushed the vibration setting to high for twenty seconds, perspiration broke out on her from

head to toe, causing her oiled body to glisten with a new intensity. Grace bucked wildly against her bonds, and

was humping her ass back and forth, but this time she stayed mostly silently.

Again, Joe snapped several more photographs. Something started flashing on his viewfinder screen.

“Damn, it’s full,” said Joe, looking at his camera, “hold on a sec – I gotta go download the pix to my Mac.” With

that, Joe walked away.

Estimating that Grace would cum within a minute if he left the vibrating dildo on at high, Nakamori turned it

back to a low setting. From Royston’s reports of Grace’s orgasm training so far, and what he had witnessed in her

first orgasm that evening, he predicted that the low setting would keep his slut hot and bothered, but was not

enough to get her off a second time, unless she had some ‘help’.

Nakamori sighed audibly. He took out his cigar case, selected a cigar and snipped off an end, pausing to watch

Grace. She was silent. Her body was mostly motionless albeit tense, but every now and then he detected a tremor

passing through her body. Ah good, she was enjoying this, no doubt. “Where the hell has Nat disappeared to?

Getting coffee for all of us, I hope!” he said, as if expecting an answer from the gagged and perspiring Grace.

Dipping in his pocket for his matchbox, he found none. Cursing in Japanese, he walked off to, leaving Grace

alone.

Tied and gagged, with a vibrating dildo humming and rotating inside of her, Grace shut her eyes, trying her best

to ignore the sensation of her cunt slime dribbling down her inner thighs. There was nobody around her. No Joe,

no Nakamori, no Royston, no Natasha. She was alone. This was the second time they left the vibrator in her that

evening.

Grace slid her wrists forward in her shackles, and shifted her ankles ever so slightly apart from each other, and

leaned her upper body forward while pushing her ass back against the surface behind her.

She was instantly rewarded with a hot rush of pleasure and a louder buzzing sound emanating between her legs,

lasting the few seconds when she had leaned forward and allowed her knees to bend slightly. Before she was

conscious of it, Grace had allowed a murmur of pleasure to escape her lips – manifested by little more than a

muffled sound thanks to the ball-gag, and a webby strand of drool fell from the corner of her mouth onto her

naked breast.

Grace’s eyes opened slowly, and looked around sheepishly. She realized that when she did what she did, the

dildo entrenched itself even more deeply than it already was in her cunt. When she leaned back and pulled

herself up, she would find herself arching her back because she would subconsciously push out her hips. Not to

the extent of standing on her toes, but nevertheless shifting her weight to the balls of her feet. Peering down at her

body, gazing at her own stiff nipples and feeling them throb, Grace realized what she was doing. She was fucking

herself on the vibrating dildo. Her traitorous knees, her slutty hips, her rocking feet were all in the action. Tears

brimming at the corner of her eyes, Grace berated herself hatefully for being a dirty slut.

Although the dildo was screwed dead to the stand between her legs, the minute rocking action lifted her juicing

cunt an inch off, and also seemed to position the head of the dildo directly against a sensitive spot in the anterior

of her cunt passage. Letting the vibe head contact that sensitive spot in her cunt unleashed a barrage of

pleasurable sensations that made Grace lose herself – she was powerless to resist leaning into it. The only sensation

that connected her to the outside world was the feeling of the rivulets of her juices running down her the inside of her

thighs. Pressing the black invader further into herself caused her to gasp through her nose and ballgag. The

buzzing vibe head of the dildo skittered over her pubic bone, sending shockwaves of ecstasy crashing into her

swollen clit. "Nnnngggggggg!!!" she moaned involuntarily through the gag.

She could only withstand a few seconds of this before it became painfully sensitive there, so she had to ease off by

leaning forward again, and lifting her body up. Grace could feel her rational mind clouded from the cum haze

that her body was already in.

“What on earth are you trying to do, Grace?” A shard of her former consciousness chided herself in disgust.

“Trying to get yourself off?? what are you turning into?”

Unfortunately, the throbbing in her nipples and her loins were all that she felt and heeded. After all, she had

already orgasmed earlier that evening, and without permission too. She was certain that she would be punished

for it – would she be made to expose herself on the bus again, or made to whore herself to Tony the office

mailman, as Royston had hinted to her before? The visions in her head sent a wicked spasm through her heart

and down to her aching cunt. Her body begged for release. She was beyond caring, about what would happen to

her, about what she was becoming, about everything. She could only think about one thing on her mind, and for

that she rehearsed her pathetic plea in her head. “Please – may this one orgasm Sir ?”

Grace’s hips jerked, steadily building a rhythm as her self-control wilted. A deep anguished groan began in

Grace’s throat as she sank the thick toy slowly into herself. "Nnnngggggggg!!!" The muscles in her strained legs

and taut ass twitched. Sliding the ridged, latex shaft out gradually by lifting herself up was sweet torture.

Meanwhile, the men watched Grace with a high definition television from an adjacent room. Unknown to Grace,

this was all part of the plan. The vibrating dildo was set by her masters at a speed sufficient to keep her aroused

and needy, but not enough to let her orgasm. Her being left alone was by design. If she fucked herself on the

dildo and managed to get a couple of good orgasms before they returned, Nakamori would win the bet. If she

hadn’t gotten herself off by the time they returned, Royston would win the bet.

There was a hidden video camera capturing her every move from the front, and another tiny one hidden in the

adjustable stand with the lens pointing up between her legs. The tiny video camera captured every detail of the

thick dildo disappearing into Grace’s cunt when she slid down, and captured how her pussy lips clung on to the

shaft when she slid herself up, leaving behind a trail of diaphanous threads of her sexual secretions. This video of

Grace fucking herself would be useful evidence if she ever tried to press charges against them that they were

making her do things against her will.

Grace felt her pussy clench once. She knew that she was near the point of no return. She was going to orgasm

again. In frantic need, Grace's hips arched even higher and as she drove the dildo into herself and held it.

Her eyes were half-closed, and flipped wide open when she realized her tormentors had returned. Nakamori and

Joe returned, accompanied by Royston. She uttered a muffled cry as she struggled in her bonds. Then she stopped

moving, her eyes staring into her captors’ eyes, while she breathed heavily through her nose. The sound she

made sounded like a cry of protest, but in reality it was a cry of frustration.

On the one hand she was frustrated she didn’t cum before Nakamori turned off the vibe and removed the stand.

On the other hand, she was grateful that she hadn’t – if she did orgasm, Royston would be sure to point this out

to humiliate her further, and punish her again another day.

Nakamori removed the ball-gag from her mouth first. The other two men helped to untie her, taking every

opportunity to brush against her erect nipples. Royston pointed out, “Oh look, we have a couple of stiffies,”

flicking his fingers against both taut nipples, causing Grace to shrink her upper body back. Grace kept quiet,

enduring the verbal humiliation.

As Joe untied her ankles, she felt his big hand cupping her pubic mound. His thick fingers probed her pussy lips

roughly. “Check it out,” he grinned, holding his wet fingers up for all to see. “You see that bitch?” he remarked

scornfully, holding the secretions-coated digits in front of Grace’s eyes.

Joe smirked, wiping his fingers on Grace’s face. Not easily satisfied, the photographer forced his fingers into her

mouth. “Lick em’ bitch,” he said, “taste yourself…”

Grace resisted at first but very quickly succumbed to the man forcing her fingers into her mouth, her eyes

balefully affixed on Royston. He was watching Joe humiliate her, with his usual cruel grin on his face. Royston

still loved the idea of every man around Grace using her and humiliating her.

“Yes, my kawaii little pet loves to expose herself,” said Nakamori, preparing another length of rope, “she just

doesn’t know it yet.”

For the next hour, Grace found herself bound with rope, and forced-tied into positions where she never ever

imagined before in her life – positions of the utmost humiliation where she was completely helpless, where she

was placed in such a way to really expose herself.

She masturbated earlier when they had left her alone, and nearly orgasmed. Although she had no choice with the

vibrator left on inside of her, there was no denying that she tried to push herself over the edge. Grace was feeling

guilty, and perhaps her Owner knew she did.

This guilt had put her in a state of mind where Nakamori wanted her to be at. She was in an acquiescent state of

sub-space, as her body was restrained, immobilized, stretched, suspended, and bent in humiliating positions. He

played to her guilt, taking his time exploring and drawing rope across and around her petite body, his hands

brushing against her while he worked, using his voice and his words to get inside her head, toying with her latent

emotions and deepest fears.

“How do you like the idea of me leaving you tied up like this in your office, blindfolded, over the weekend?” he

said to her. She could not reply not did Nakamori mean for her to reply, as she was gagged with a strip of cloth

tied around her jaw with a knot at the back of her head.

Her body was compliant as a rag doll as Nakamori had her legs and arms spread wide.

Grace felt the rope tighten around various parts of her body as he knotted or tugged the rope, or when he would

cause a specially-placed knot to dig into her damp bits. She felt complete emotional vulnerability.

“Or as Royston suggested, “ said Nakamori as he worked on the ropes, “perhaps you could help him win some

big deals? Like entertaining the group of business men he’s meeting next week? He said they were curious how

Japanese rope bondage was different from Western bondage. Perhaps we could arrange for a live

demonstration?” He saw the flicker of conflicting emotions in her eyes but Grace did not respond to his taunt.

Nakamori stepped back to enjoy a cigar and admire his handiwork. Grace was left dangling standing on one foot,

arms tightly bound to her own upper body behind her back, while her legs were spread so wide it was almost like

a gymnast split. A rope binding the thigh of her bent leg kept the leg suspended to the ceiling. Cinching knots

tightened the bondage rope wound around her breasts, pinching them.

Once again, Grace felt the humiliation of being completely defenseless as her assets were totally exposed. There

was absolutely nothing she could do to prevent herself from being displayed in such lewdness. She was totally

helpless to the men’s manipulations of her body as she stayed bound and suspended. Nothing she could do as Joe

stepped up with a gleeful expression on his face, and took several photographs of her like this.

“What would your boyfriend say if he saw you like this?” he whispered into her ear. Grace shut her eyes tightly.

Royston wheeled out a push-cart. On the tray was an assortment of dildos of various shapes and sizes.

Nakamori untied Grace’s gag, as Joe readied his camera for the next round of shooting.

“Grace, your three holes will be filled tonight,” Nakamori said, “I hope for your sake that you’ve been stretched

out. How many days have you had the butt plug training?”

“F-Five days, Sir,” Grace replied, her lip trembling as she looked upon the curved pink latex dildo that Nakamori

picked from the tray. Her jaw was aching from the gag that had just been removed, but Grace knew that it the

ache would be nothing compared to how her three holes would feel by the end of the night.

Author’s note: Send comments on the story to darkavenger at tokyo.com. Send pictures of what type of dildo

grace should take in her holes to grace_slut at hotmail.

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

The story so far:

Unable to break free of the web of blackmail that has mired her to the men that now

control her life, Grace was forced to exhibit herself in a public park, and submit

to a molester on a bus. Royston steps up the tension in the office when she meets up

with Dawn, an acquaintance from college days, setting Grace up to humiliate herself

in front of her younger rival.

After office hours, Grace reports for her real work to pay off her debt – by being a

bondage fetish model. Her third bondage photography session proves more extreme than

her first two shoots, with Grace learning how flexible her body could be as Nakamori

ties her up in unimaginable ways, exposing her assets to the harsh camera. Bound

with rope, gagged, shackled, and dildos stuck in her holes, Grace slowly realizes

the mind-fucking to be more insidious than the physical abuse as she is forced to

orgasm in tight bondage, masturbate on a dildo, and made to pee in front of the

camera.

CHAPTER 22 (MF,FF,bondage,humiliation,oral,anal,toy,reluc)

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Dont cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me

Dont cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me

Dont cha

With Natasha’s help, Grace’s hair had been combed back neatly and pinned to the back of her head, while her

makeup had been touched up. More eyeliner and mascara, and lip gloss. A pair of silver dangling earrings

adorned her small earlobes, hanging elegantly by the side of her lovely neck, the tiny crystals reflecting the

photography lights setup around her.

Neck-up, Grace looked like she was ready to attend a formal evening gown event. But neck-down, she looked

every inch a masochist slave, nude and ready for display, punishment or whatever her Master desired - Grace

was kneeling and secured in stocks, with her legs locked wide part with a spreader bar.

Besides a thin chain anklet of blue beads on her delicate ankle, and a shiny silver stud for her pierced navel,

Grace’s nude body was also adorned with a sterling silver nipple chain necklace. The necklace was simple but

elegant in design, with an intricate crystal centerpiece that hung just below her neck hollow, accentuating her

collar bones. Connected to the centerpiece were two fine chains that hung low between her breasts, attached to

her nipples with sliding hoops. The nipple chains did not stop at the hoops, but dangled freely below her nipples

for another three inches, ending with tiny pendants decorated with crystals. A matching belly chain sat low on

her waist.

The non-piercing nipple jewelry was just a start in Nakamori’s plan for Grace. Although she did not have big

breasts or particularly long nipples, the hoops maintained a wonderful tension grasping the base of her nipples

once they got aroused, and he knew that at least for this evening they heightened Grace’s awareness of her own

arousal. Royston had already started making Grace go bra-less when she went to work in the office during the

day. The feeling of her nipples rubbing against the silk or satin blouse would soon be complemented by the

feeling of the nipple chains she would wear - the friction of the hoops sliding on her stiff nipples, and the

sensation of the chains dangling between her breasts. Once she got used to having aroused nipples in the office all

the time, he could move onto nipple clamps or even nipple rings.

It would be interesting to see Grace’s reaction when he told her to attend a few corporate functions with the top

few buttons of her blouse undone, letting others glimpse the decorative jewelry she wore on her breasts, drawing

attention to her bra-less tits, and pierced nipples.

Nakamori looked forward to the day when he would bring Grace to one of those special black-tie events. Grace’s

makeup and hair would not be much different from today, but she would be at his arm, wearing a sexy evening

gown that he would design for her. Under the gown she would be naked of course, and when the time came for

her to be showcased on the catwalk to all the distinguished guests at the event, Grace would be such a lovely

vision with a nipple chain tugging on her pierced nipples, with a sliding connector to a second chain running

down the middle of her chest linking her tall black collar to her belly chain and to her belly-button ring. A third

chain could be clipped on to her belly chain at the navel, drawing the eye down to that special place between her

legs, finally with the other end clipping onto the clit jewelry she would be wearing.

But for now, there were no evening gowns. Instead, Grace was locked in a pillory. Similar to stocks, the pillory

consisted of hinged wooden boards, with holes where Grace’s wrists and neck were inserted before the boards

were secured with a giant padlock. Unlike stocks which held captives in a sitting position, a pillory usually had

its captive standing or kneeling, being fixed to a pole which may double as a whipping post.

Grace shifted uncomfortably in the awkward position she was placed in. Her entire body was already aching

from the various poses she was put in the last hour, but it was her calf muscles which ached the most. If she tried

to exert any strength to support her weight with them, her calf muscles trembled in such a way which she never

experienced before. They were weak and aching like she had just done a hundred calf raises.

After all there was that pose where her upper body was all entwined with rope, and her arms and hands tied

behind her back. The knots in the rope were strategically placed to cinch her breasts, her bodyweight creating a

tension with one end of the rope which was thrown over a study horizontal beam in the ceiling. A crotch rope

kept Grace very uncomfortable - with one end cinched to the central knot right above her chest where her weight

was supported from the ceiling, while the other end was pulled up tightly between her ass-cheeks and looped

around the complex system of knots behind her back which were themselves tightly pulling her elbows towards

each other.

The crotch rope meant that Grace could not stand properly with both her feet flat on the ground, as this would

dig into her pussy lips. She had to stand with her right foot flat on the ground and her weight on that leg, while

supporting her other leg with the ball of her foot or her toes. After several minutes though, her right leg would

start to ache, and she had to change her position and shift her weight to the other leg. The act of shifting her

weight to the other leg was a struggle because the rope pulling on her chest kept her off balance, and she had to

do so on the balls of her feet to avoid the crotch rope digging deeper into her tender parts. Because the knots on

her back were not in the middle but deliberately placed nearer her right elbow, Grace soon realized that standing

on her left leg was not the symmetrical opposite of standing on the other leg – she could not straighten her knee

without unbearably tightening the crotch rope. And so Grace had to change from one awkward position to

another every few minutes, in the process tiring out her leg muscles.

Once she was starting to tire, the rope supporting her weight to the ceiling was made even shorter, and Joe forced

her to stand with her feet wide apart, on the balls of her feet. In that position, Grace had to take a bright pink

dildo into her mouth and grip it tight with her lips, while Joe took several shots with his camera. When Joe got

bored of this pose, Nakamori had Grace raise her left knee high up, to almost chest level, whereupon he looped

another length of rope a few times around her left ankle and left thigh before securing it to the ceiling rope. This

had Grace’s leg bent like an inverted “L” in mid-air, looking like she might have been a ballet dancer frozen in an

awkward position.

There there was the pose where she was tied, arms behind her back, to a wooden post, with her right leg standing

almost tip-toe and ass touching the post, while the other leg was bent back fully and her upper thigh tightly

bound with rope to her ankle. The immobilized left leg was then unceremoniously suspended to the ceiling,

splaying her legs wide apart . In this pose, Joe introduced a number of dildos into her vulnerably exposed pussy

and ass-hole as he stepped back to take a variety of pictures.

There was also the one where she laid face down. Her feet were tied together and suspended to the ceiling, while

her chest and her chin were the only parts of her body touching the floor. Her arms were pulled as far and high as

they could go behind her back, and wrists tied together, and then the rope binding her wrists was brought up and

looped around the rope on her bound ankles and pulled till it was taut. Then the rope suspending her feet up to

the ceiling was pulled up even higher, making Grace’s body arch backwards and upside-down like a crescent. In

this position, Joe could again make use of various dramatic angles that captured both the grimace on Grace’s face

in her body’s contorted pose, and her exposed pussy. One of his favorite shots was taken from his subject’s side

view, where the side profile of her face could be recognized (after he gingerly tucked her messy hair behind her

ear) with her chin pressing on the floor on one end, while on the opposite end a large dildo could be seen

protruding from the gentle turf of pubic hair which sprouted around her cute pussy.

Joe stared now at Grace standing awkwardly with her neck and wrists secured in the wooden boards of the

pillory. With the range of motion of her head restricted by the vertical board, she was only able to look down and

had to raise her head to look to her front with some difficulty. By rotating her head she could see to her sides with

similar difficulty but she had no way of seeing behind her. Joe was standing behind her.

Using his light meter to test if there was enough illumination on Grace’s ass (which wiggled as she tried to shift

her bodyweight to ease the strain in her legs) , Joe felt his erection growing in his pants. He remembered his last

payment from Nakamori for his services. It was payment in kind, where he was allowed to fuck Grace as she was

restrained in a position after her bondage photo shoot. He still remembered how tight her cunt was when he

raped her. How she begged him to stop and squealed when he penetrated her from behind. Joe made up his mind

to negotiate on the terms of his next payment.

Nakamori got up from his seat at this point to visit the men’s room before the next round of photography, leaving

Royston and Joe alone with Grace in the studio.

Joe was fiddling with his camera. Royston seemed a little bored. He walked up to Grace, putting his hand on her

small waist and caressing the curve of her hip before resting it on her bare ass. Just barely two months ago this

young lady was a fellow colleague - proud, confident and untouchable in the office, a rival at work. Now she was

a bondage fetish model under his control. He was her Trainer, the one who would make her learn her new place

in life, to submit without question to being used sexually by men and women alike.

“You know Grace,” Royston began, the corner of his mouth upturned in his usual style when he thought of

something diabolical or cruel to torture his ex-colleague with. His fingernails scraped against her soft flesh of her

hip. “In medieval times, a pillory such as this was set up in marketplaces and crossroads to hold criminals. Yes,

criminals. That includes petty thieves,” he paused for effect, “- like YOU.” His fingernails dug into her ass cheeks,

relishing the fact that he was making Grace cringe.

“Public humiliation was the whole idea in this type of punishment,” he continued, stepping in front of the pillory

to look her in the eye. In a sudden move, Royston gripped her chin forcefully, forcing her to lift her head and

look at him. “Stripped in front of strangers, or even people you knew, perhaps flogged, and then placed in the

pillory. Anyone could touch, rape, or sodomize you without fear of reprisal.” He recalled with a relish how he

had recently made Grace exhibit herself in a public park, take a ride in a public bus pantiless and submit herself

to a molester. This was all part of her training.

He stepped behind her, out of her range of vision. In his hand was a tube of KY jelly which he squeezed and

applied liberally to his middle finger.

“And here you are, little thief. Imagine yourself in such a situation,” he said with a louder voice. His eyes moved

down her petite body straining against her oversized bonds, and he added, ”- helpless, secured and locked to the

stocks. Your neck chained to your ankle restraints. Shamed and displayed in public.” He circled around the

restrained girl, then stepped in close, close enough to smell her hair.

Grace gasped out loud and her eyes flew open in shock as Royston unexpectedly pushed his long, lubricated,

middle finger all the way up into her tight anus, the palm of his big hand coming to rest against the cheeks of her

ass. He moved his long finger around inside the young woman, feeling her tight, anal muscles adjust to the

intrusion.

"Uhhh.. Uhh.. Uhh.. Ugghh!" Grace grunted as the wet, squishing sounds of her tight, virgin ass hole being

repeatedly probed reverberated in the studio. Her knees gave way as Royston quickly fucked his long finger in

and out of her several times in rapid succession.

Grace gasped for air as Royston paused briefly. He watched the young girl's rib cage swell and contract as she

gasped in several ragged breaths. When he felt her tight, little anus contract on his finger, Royston again began to

finger-fuck Grace quickly, his palm slapping against her firm ass cheeks with each stroke. The sexual tension on

her face, her arched back and lithe limbs pulling hard against the restraints as he violated her asshole made him

rock-hard, but he didn’t show it. As her Trainer, he had to remain in control. He longed for the feeling of his cock

sinking into her sweet pussy, but that would come later.

She could feel his breath on her neck as he touched her slit.

“The petty thief Grace, punished in public. How do you feel being stripped and humiliated in front of strangers?”

Royston pushed his finger deep into her spasming little anus and began to rub her little love bud in a quick

circular motion with his thumb, making the young beauty’s legs tremble.

“No answer? Let me answer for you – LOOK you’re SOPPING wet you horny little tramp.” His fingers were

glistening with the evidence from between her legs.

Royston held up his fingers, coated in her shameful juices. “Here, taste it for yourself, you shameless cum-oozing

whore,” as he wiped them liberally onto her tongue and cheeks.

With that, he spitted on her body with surprising viciousness, decorating her chest and face with a splatter of

spittle. Just like how a thief being punished in public in the medieval age might have gotten her just desserts from

decent citizens walking by. Grace’s face flushed crimson, in part from the shocking insult of being spitted on the

first time in her life, and in part from being confronted about the truth about the secretions leaking between her

legs.

Royston took a crystal butt plug from the tray nearby. “Urrgghhh,” Grace’s protest was cut short as Royston

pushed the knurled device into her already lubricated anus. For the benefit of the hidden cameras around, the

index and middle fingers of his other hand squeezed Grace’s little budding clit at the same time, causing the girl

to cry out from the mix of pain and pleasure simultaneously exploding in her loins. Wide-eyed and gasping, she

felt her strong sphincter muscle snap into the recessed groove designed to hold the plug snugly in place

Royston held up his drenched hand, bathed in her sweet and sticky moisture. "You see you dirty little whore!

You‘re nothing but a dripping bitch in heat. I am tempted to tell your Owner that all you’re good for is to be put

on the street like the rest of those cheap cock sucking whores who are always hot on the prowl for the next gang

bang. You’re such a pathetic little cum slut.”

Joe chipped in, “But she IS a cheap cock-sucking whore, Royston. She earned like what - a measly fifty bucks from

three blowjobs just before the previous shoot?!”

Grace felt a pang of humiliation shoot through her chest. She did walk the streets one evening near an area full of

sleazy pubs downtown. She sucked off three strangers – no, it was four, because one left after ejaculating on her

face.

“Grace, what are you?” enquired Joe.

Grace peered through her tousled hair to look at him. She knew the response required of her.

“A – a cheap cock-sucking whore, Sir, “ Grace forced herself to say. As much as she hated what they made her say,

she feared more from what Joe would do if he wasn’t pleased with her response.

“Good answer,” said Joe. Joe adjusted the height of the stocks lower and shortened the length of the chain

connecting Grace’s ankle restraints to her neck, making Grace kneel on the floor. Grace was glad to be kneeling

instead, as she had a chance to rest her sore calves and thighs.

“I like it better when you’re kneeling,” he said, stepping back and cocking his head to look at her. “It’s like you

were born to kneel. Just like your holes were made to be used.”

At any rate, Grace could not respond with Joe strapping in a massive black dildo that filled her mouth and

stretched her lips to the max.

“Grace, you cheap, cock-sucking, cum-drinking cunt-whore,” Royston repeated slowly, shaking his head

somberly as if he was disgusted with her, pausing between each word to make sure it registered in her mind. He

wanted the words to more than register in her mind. He wanted them to sink into her consciousness.

At that point, Nakamori entered the studio again, wiping his hands on a towel. He had missed the whole

conversation except the last sentence that Royston had said. Before he could ask what he had missed, he got

distracted.

“What’s that sound?” said Nakamori. Everybody looked up. There was a melody playing.

“Somebody’s phone is ringing..” said Joe, looking around.

Royston put his hand into Grace’s handbag and pulled out a slim phone. “Our dear grace’s phone is ringing.

Shall I answer it, grace?” he said, glancing at Grace and back at the screen on the phone to see at who the caller is.

Grace shook her head frantically, her eyes wide open. The phone stopped ringing, and she felt relieved. Before

Royston could put back her phone in her bag, the phone rang again. Royston peered at the screen and said, “It’s

Mark. You sure you don’t want to answer it?”

Grace’s heart nearly stopped. Mark was her boyfriend. She shook her head again and tried to say something but it

came out muffled “MMmffphh..” she said, shaking her head.

“What’s that? You don’t want to answer because you’re a cheap cock-sucking cum whore with a fake black cock

in your mouth ? OH sorry, you’re gagged up at the moment,” said Royston, “why don’t I answer it for you?”

Royston grinned, his eyes gleaming in fake enthusiasm.

“MMMMmmmfffpphhhh,” Grace uttered frantically, the veins in her neck standing out with the effort. She knew

that the corner of her lips was frothing around the black dildo stuck in her mouth.

Nakamori and Joe were watching on with amusement. Nakamori had sat back down on the sofa, while Joe put

down his camera, folding his arms.

“Oh it’s no bother at all,” said Royston, pressing the ‘answer’ button on her phone. “This is Grace’s phone, how

may I help you ?” he greeted.

Grace froze, staring helplessly at Royston as he spoke into her phone. Her drool dripped from the end of black

dildo sticking out of her mouth.

Royston replied, “Oh yes,” his eyes looking at the bound and gagged Grace. “Sure, I’ll get her,” he continued.

With that he walked over to Grace with the small phone in his hand. With his other hand, he unbuckled the strap

behind Grace’s head, releasing the large black dildo locked in her mouth. Unhurriedly, he withdrew the ridged

dildo from her lips, causing copious amounts of her saliva to also follow suit, dribbling from its latex surface to

her bosom.

He placed the phone against Grace’s ear, and nodded at her.

Grace stared at Royston as if he was crazy. She did not know how to react. He beckoned her again with a tilt of

his chin.

“Hello Mark?” said Grace tentatively.

“Hi luv,” said the warm, familiar voice. Indeed it was her boyfriend, Mark. The voice sounded distant. He was

calling from overseas.

“How have you been doing? Really missing ya here you know…” Mark said.

“I – Yes I’m missing you too. I’m fine,” said Grace, feeling conscious that Royston was near enough to listen to

their conversation.

“Why are you panting?” said Mark.

“Oh, “ said Grace. She was breathing heavily, from the effort of being gagged earlier and trying to speak. The

excitement of the moment made it worse. “I – I just came off the treadmill..” she lied.

“You’re at the gym?” said Mark.

“Yes,” replied Grace.

“And who was that guy who answered your phone?” Mark said.

“Oh, that’s Royston. You know, Royston from the office.”

“You went to the gym with Royston?”

“Er-Yes.”

Royston smiled. He was loving it. Grace was lying, and making him an alibi. With the black dildo in his left hand,

coated with Grace’s own saliva, he parted her cunt lips with the head of the dildo even as she talked to her

boyfriend. Royston rubbed the menacing looking dildo against the entrance of her pussy, enjoying the fact that

Grace could not make a peep.

“Okay..” said Mark, his voice trailing off a little, “I thought you didn’t like him that much,” he said with a softer

voice.

“No – Yes I didn’t, but he’s okay really..,”said Grace, glancing at Royston’s face, wondering how much of Mark’s

voice he could hear. She felt the dildo’s pressure at the entrance of her pussy pushing harder, and tried to

disguise the rising tension in her voice. “He’s okay, after you get to know him better, UHH.” she said. The sound

she made at the end of her sentence was when she felt the mushroom shaped head of the dildo slip past her cunt

lips into the depths of her pussy. Luckily Mark did not seem to pick up on it.

Royston smiled wryly. Grace has gotten to know him alright. She had her lips locked around his cock on more

than one occasion. She had tasted his cum. Used it as cream to make her coffee. Listening to Grace talking about

the gym, Royston immediately envisioned Grace turning up in the gym dressed in a sexy leotard with the inside

lining removed so the outline of her nipples and privates could been seen. Perhaps having her give a few

blowjobs in the men’s locker room would be a good idea.

“How’s work?” said Grace, stifling any sounds she might be inclined to make accidentally as Royston pushed the

dildo further into her pussy as she spoke. Royston smiled again, she was a smart girl. She kept her part of the

dialogue short to avoid any surprises with what he was doing with the dildo. Let the guy do the talking.

“Work’s back on track now. I really owe you one. Listen, there’s a chance I might be back next month,” said Mark.

“Really?” said Grace, fidgeting nervously.

“What’s wrong?” said Mark, “I thought you’ll be happy.”

“Yes, of course I am Mark, “ said Grace, stifling a semi-moan. She barely stopped herself from crying out as she

felt the dildo moving in her pussy - courtesy of Royston’s hand. “I’m excited, to hear the news,” she blurted.

Slowly, Royston withdrew the black dildo, making her feel every ridge and bump on it as she continued talking

as if nothing was happening.

“S-Sorry, I’m just exhausted – from work today.. and the gym.. I’ll call you when I get home?” Grace managed to

say. She felt intense shame that not only was she lying to her boyfriend through her teeth, she was talking to him

in a kneeling position, hands bound behind her back, with a butt plug in her ass, and a dildo that was just

removed seconds ago from her pussy. Nude in front of three men, no less, who were all enjoying this amusing

spectacle of her humiliation. What would her boyfriend think if he could see her now?

“Alright luv. I’ll talk to you later. Bye..” said Mark.

“Bye..” said Grace. The line went dead.

“See, it wasn’t that bad was it?” said Royston, putting the phone back in her bag. “I’m not such a bad guy,” he

said in jest, opening his arms emphatically with both his palms facing up, and turning to face Nakamori and Joe.

“I let you take personal phone calls from your BOYFRIEND even though we’re working!”

Joe guffawed, slapping his thigh. Nakamori had a broad grin on his face as he leaned back in a relaxed position

on the sofa, with one leg crossed, his hand on one knee with a cigar trapped between his index and middle finger.

Grace swallowed the lump in her throat, wondering what else they might do with Mark. Please.. she pleaded, to

no one in particular. She could let Mark know !

“Alright, enough fun and laughter,” said Nakamori, getting up from the sofa after he finished his cigar.

The studio’s receptionist, Natasha, had just returned. In her hand was a new sex toy, a strap-on double-headed

dildo. The sex toy was usually a favorite with lesbians who would use it to penetrate and pleasure both parties

simultaneously.

Nakamori eased one end of it into Grace’s mouth, inch by inch until almost reaching the back of her throat. He

secured it around her head with the strap, leaving the other eight inches sticking out of her mouth. The dildo oral

training had come in useful after all, for Grace did not choke with the dildo jammed as far down her throat as it

was.

Joe snapped a few more pictures of Grace kneeling with a spreader bar between her ankles, wrists cuffed behind

her back, and a double headed dildo jammed in her mouth and throat. He took special care to have various shots

that zoomed into her face, her wide-spread thighs culminating in her light tuft of pubic hair, and her pink pointy

nipples on her apple-sized tits.

When Grace looked up again, she saw that Nakamori had a piece of black cloth in his hand. He was going to

blindfold her ! Behind him, Nat had taken off all of her work clothes. Below her casual turtle-neck and jacket -

very respectable office wear befitting a receptionist - she was wearing a black leather cupless top which

resembled a corset. From a ring sewn in the center of the leather top just below her breasts, a thin metal chain

connected to an identical ring on the front of a black leather collar around her neck. For panties, Nat had a

matching black leather bikini with metal studs and an open-crotch.

The last thing Grace saw before the blindfold was put on her, was Nat taking off her panties.

With her eyes covered, Grace’s ears strained to listen. The dildo in her mouth caused her jaw to ache and was

making her salivate involuntarily. All around her was silence, save for her heart pounding in her ears. Grace

noticed that her breathing had quickened, and tried to calm herself down. To little avail. Because she could not

see anything, she started to imagine the worst. What were they doing?

There was a flash of light which suggested Joe was still snapping pictures of her.

Then there was some noise behind her. Someone was putting something between her legs. The spreader bar

stopped her from closing her thighs, but she could feel something touching her inner thighs. A pair of soft hands

grasped the outside of both her thighs. Judging by the size of the hands it could only be Nat.

And judging by the position of her hands - Grace felt something warm and wet touching her slit, and confirmed

her suspicion – Nat was lying down with her head between Grace’s thighs. It was Nat’s tongue on her slit, gently

sliding up and down, flicking in and out of her cunt, up and gently across her clit. Grace squirmed, and protested

feebly, but there was nothing she could do. Muffled by the five inches of dildo crammed in her mouth and

halfway down her throat, her protests came out as mewling sounds that had no meaning, causing only her

accumulated saliva to dribble out from her lips.

A few full minutes of licking ensued, and then abruptly it stopped. She guessed Nat had to come up for air.

Grace felt flustered. She was not a lesbian, but Nat was clearly interested in females. Grace had never had a

lesbian thought; the closest thing was a pre-adolescent crush on a girl friend in school. Yet she recalled that

during her first bikini shoot where Nakamori had forcibly restrained her, lashed her with a cane, humiliated her

by making her crawl around the room where he led her on a leash, and forced her to masturbate in front of them,

Grace had finally orgasmed unwillingly on the pretty receptionist’s tongue.

The licking started again, followed by a slight nibbling of her clit. Grace gasped for air, as her clit continued to be

attacked between intermittent breaks for air.

Grace had suppressed her memory of her orgasm at Nat’s mouth. That was the first time she had a lesbian

experience, and it felt so terribly wrong. The fact that she climaxed made her feel even guiltier. She tried to forget

it ever happened.

But that failed miserably, because Grace orgasmed a second time when Nat had fucked her with a strap-on dildo

after her recent bondage photography shoot. She convinced herself that it had nothing to do with Nat’s soft

caressing touches, and the kisses Nat would plant on her neck when Nat took her from behind. Nat was way

gentler than the men had ever been – she had nothing but regret and hatred for the cruel Royston, and her own

boss Mr Shih who brutally raped her in his office. Grace recalled that even as Nat fucked her, Nat’s slender

fingers had rubbed her clit in such a familiar way that only another girl would know.

Grace was brought back to reality by the terrible ache in her jaw as someone tightened the strap around the back

of her head. Her lips had been stretched around more than a dozen different dildos in the last hour, and her

mouth gagged repeatedly. She was still in total darkness due to the blindfold around her eyes, and her breathing

was ragged.

Grace felt a strong hand begin to gently stroke and knead her right tit, then another on her left. Then a pair

of lips locked onto her right tit, and another on her left tit, sucking noisily on her hardening nipple. Grace

exhaled a long shuddering breath. Who was it?! Nakamori and Joe? Were there more than two male tormentors -

who else was there? Did Royston return??

The licking of her slit continued, peppered with occasional tonguing and nibbling of her clit. The hands stroking

her tits moved to her ribs, tracing a line from her belly-button down to her pubic mound, then restarting from her

ass cheeks sliding to her inner thighs and the back of her knees. The male mouth on her nipple sucked her teat in

all the way, while the warm tongue flickered against it, causing it to harden even more. Then the mouth released

her erect nipple – only to be replaced by a slow lingering tongue that traced a hot circle around her areola, before

it clamped shut again on her nipple on her other tit.

Grace felt the beginnings of a climax began to swell within her, as the combination of tit sucking, licking, tickling,

and pussy-eating proved overwhelming.

She struggled, unable to anticipate where the dancing fingers and tongues would go next. Grace felt Nat’s nose

fully nestled in her cunt, and her warm, wet tongue burrowing up deep into Grace’s equally wet slit. Nat was

tongue-fucking her ! Meanwhile, someone had mashed her tits together, sucking on her erect nipples alternately,

while another hand was exploring her ass valley and had a finger flicking her anus continuously.

Her mind wandered to a sub-conscious warning which she recollected from the depths of a memory she’d rather

forget.

---

"What are the rules for cumming, Grace?" he said sternly.

"I- I can't cum unless I've been given permission Sir.." she struggled to say, trying to keep George's

runny semen in her mouth.

"And?"

"And, I can't ask for permission unless I've got man-cum in my mouth," she said, eyes downcast in shame.

---

Grace felt herself on the verge of a powerful orgasm. She had to get permission to cum ! Or she will be punished

for it again ! But how could she if she was gagged? Grace tried to alert her tormentors’ attention, and get them to

stop by screaming into her gag. But all that came out was muffled cries that sounded like throes of passion.

“MMMMMMFFFFFFFPPPHHhhh,” she screamed from her lungs, turning her head from side to side. She wanted

them to stop, to remove her dildo-gag so that she might ask for permission to cum, and so condemn herself to

being a slut who could not help herself. She was a shameless slut. But she needed to cum. She was going to cum,

and it was better to cum with permission than without.

Amidst the licking, sucking and eating of her tits, pussy and asshole which pushed Grace to the very edge, she

was very surprised to suddenly feel a squirt of something wet and tangy in her mouth. It came from the dildo.

Her eyes rolled back within the blindfold, and later she would recall the thought in her head at the exact moment

where she had climaxed. The thought that accompanied the sensation of Nat’s tongue thrashing in her spasming

cunt hole, was she wondered how she tasted to Nat.

“NNNNnngggghhhh! NNNNGGGHHHH! NNNNGNGNNGGHHHH!" Grace made short, degrading,grunting noises as the climax

spread through her body in intense waves of sheer bliss. The drool dribbled out from between the corner of the

mouth and the dildo where her lips were stretched wide around, while her body shuddered in the restraints.

That was when she became aware that the taste in her mouth was semen. Man-cum, from an unknown source.

Somehow it had come from the dildo in her mouth. The humiliation of knowing she had climaxed upon the taste

of sperm from an unknown donor, a stranger, crashed into her sense of self-worth, breaking it into a million

pieces. But that did not stop the contractions in her pussy.

Grace’s tormentors ignored her climax and kept up their onslaught with their tongues and fingers, working in

concert to bring her to a second orgasm. One end of the double-ended dildo was firmly entrenched in Grace’s

mouth but the other end pointing out from her mouth could be detached, transforming the sex-toy into a

squirting dildo with a detachable reservoir. Earlier, a rubber bulb had been connected to the base of the squirting

dildo without Grace’s knowledge, as she was being distracted by the simultaneous stimulation of all her

erogenous zones. Another squeeze of the rubber bulb injected the contents of the bulb through a tiny tunnel in the

shaft of the dildo and out through the tip of the dildo head, depositing more semen into her mouth.

The strong pungent taste and stickiness of the semen in Grace’s mouth, combined with the intense stimulation on

her pussy, asshole and nipples succeeded in making Grace cum a second time only moments after her first. It was

as if her body took the semen splashing in her mouth as implied permission to cum. Grace’s back arched as she

let go a muffled wail in her gag. Her body tensed and quivered for a good ten seconds, before quietening down.

Grace went limp after coming down from her prolonged orgasm, exhausted.

Natasha licked her lips, enjoying the sweet taste of Grace fresh in her mouth. There was nothing more she loved

than the moment of feeling another female cum while her mouth was locked on her spasming pussy in the throes

of a huge orgasm.

Getting out from in between and under Grace’s legs, Nat stood up, and looked upon her blindfolded lover.

Grace’s wrists were still handcuffed behind her and the detachable rubber balloon that was the sperm reservoir

hung limply on the base of the dildo that protruded out from Grace’s mouth.

After licking Grace to orgasm, Nat could feel that the insides of her own pussy were now slick. Her empty cunt

was pulsing with desire, reminding her that she was nothing but a slutty little whore that needed a nice big cock

in her snatch. She would get some later. For now, she only wished to make her sister in bondage, Grace, recognize

that Grace herself was the same – a slutty little whore who only existed to have her holes filled by cocks.

Carefully, Nat detached the rubber bulb from the end of the dildo protruding from Grace’s mouth and attached

in its place the second dildo head, making the dildo once again double-headed.

The receptionist looked at Nakamori. The Japanese man who was her Master gave her a nod, indicating his

approval for her to pleasure herself.

Natasha cupped her breasts and lifted them, as if offering them to the men around her as she squeezed her

nipples between her fingers. She closed her eyes and moaned as her nipples stiffened, and a little stream of pussy

juice oozed out of her cunt and trickled down her thighs. She hadn't been fucked for two days, and her vagina

was creaming between her legs as she sat down on a raised platform in front of Grace. With her feet planted flat

on the floor and body facing up, Natasha raised her bum to the same level as Grace’s blindfolded face with the

help of a few pillows. Natasha spread apart her thighs, knees pointing away from either side of her unseeing

lover’s head.

The dildo head that protruded from Grace’s mouth was beckoning to Nat. The young receptionist slid her bum

forward till her shaved pussy made contact with the dildo head, causing her to immediately gasp in pleasure.

Not knowing what was happening, Grace only felt the pressure on the dildo in her mouth pushing deeper into

her throat. The strap around the back of her head did hold it in place, but she was starting to panic, until she

heard Nat’s reassuring voice. “Don’t be afraid Grace, it’s me. Just use your gums to hold the dildo tight.”

Grace could sense Nat was near her, and suddenly realized what was supposed to happen. Nat had given her an

orgasm, and now it was time for her to return the favor.

Nat slowly inched forward her bum on the raised platform, guiding the head of the dildo into her twat. She

closed her eyes as the shaft entered her inch by inch till the inside of her thighs were almost touching Grace’s ears.

Finally, seven inches of the dildo were inside her pussy, while another six were in Grace’s mouth. “Dear sis, fuck

me with your mouth,” she said softly, reaching between her legs and placing her hands on the sides of Grace’s

head.

Joe took several pictures as a blindfolded Grace fucked Nat’s pussy with the dildo in her mouth. “Yes, fuck me

grace. Fuck Natasha’s snatch. Fuck me with your cock,” moaned the receptionist unabashedly as Grace moved

her head back and forth. “Oh yes,” Nat moaned in pleasure. She whispered to Grace, “please make me cum sis,

otherwise Master will punish me later.” Her snatch was leaking juices as the shaft burrowed in and out under

Grace’s control.

With the sex-toy in her mouth strapped securely around her head, it was not that difficult for Grace to master the

movement, once she had gotten over the initial fear that the section of the dildo deep in her mouth might make

her choke. Grace felt ambivalent that she was fucking Nat with a dildo – did that meant she was engaging

voluntarily in a lesbian act? But she did not want Nat to be punished because of her.

“Ooh…” she heard Nat gush. Grace could feel the shaft of the dildo in her mouth shudder, and she knew the

tremors came from Nat who had the other end buried in her snatch.

Grace heard Nakamori’s voice next.

“Was that an orgasm, little one? That quick eh? You must be horny,” said Nakamori. “Do you want to feel the

slut’s tongue in you, Nat?”

“Yes Master,” replied Natasha eagerly. Grace could almost imagine Nat blushing.

Grace could feel her wrists being uncuffed, and she was put in a lying position on her back, and her wrists locked

again to a post above her head. Although the double dildo was removed from her mouth, the blindfold stayed on,

so Grace could not see anything.

The only thing she heard was Nakamori instructing Natasha, “Open your mouth Nat. This goes straight from the

slut’s mouth into yours.” Natasha made some sort of muffled response, a clue that the dildo from Grace’s mouth

had quickly been strapped into hers.

Grace sensed a shadow, indicating someone was standing over her. A pillow or cushion was inserted below her

head, propping it up. Her ears brushed against someone. Grace realized her head, facing up, was now between

Nat’s knees. Evidently Nat had been made to straddle her head. Grace could hear her noisy breathing through

her gag, and smell the scent of arousal from a freshly-fucked pussy so close to her face.

“Lick on slut,” instructed Nakamori, his voice inches away from Grace’s ears.

Grace hesitantly moved her head forward, planting her lips on the soft labia lips spread in front of her. Unsure of

herself, Grace flicked her tongue up and down the slit once, and at once felt a response from its obviously

aroused owner. She wondered why she did not feel the studs that Nat had on her pierced pussy lips.

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

The story so far:

Blackmailed by Royston, her rival in the office, Grace finds herself having to pay

off her debt by modeling for a Japanese client’s photography sessions, amongst other

humiliating things that Royston puts her through.

Made to pose in bikinis and lingerie initially, Grace increasingly loses control

over her life as her blackmailers forces her to pose in titillating outfits in

public places and dress like a slut in the office.

In her third BDSM photography shoot, Grace experiences Japanese rope bondage for the

first time. Gagged, bound and exhibited in degrading positions, Grace is also

treated to a generous dosage of vibrating dildos and butt plugs the whole evening.

Two involuntary orgasms later, one into the mouth of the sexy receptionist Natasha,

Grace is in a state of deep sexual submission. Blindfolded, Grace reluctantly obeys

her Owner’s instructions to lick the first pussy she had ever tasted in her life,

thinking she is returning the favor to Natasha.

CHAPTER 23 (MF,FF,bondage,oral,nc,reluc)

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Nakamori looked on at the scene in front of him with satisfaction. Joe was already all over it with his camera. The

blindfolded young woman with her knees straddling both sides of Grace’s head was not Natasha the receptionist,

but Grace’s friend - Ming.

Ming had similarly been blindfolded and gagged, like Grace, before she was brought into the room. She also had

her wrists cuffed behind her ass. Now Ming was kneeling there in front of Grace’s mouth with her thighs spread.

While Nakamori was sure Grace could smell Ming’s arousal, Grace had no way of knowing it was her friend

Ming.

He had made sure Ming’s pussy was suitably aroused for this moment, so that Grace would think it was Nat’s

pussy that she was going to lick.

How was Ming aroused? The tall girl had been tied to a bed in the adjoining room waiting for the last hour. That

was the reason why from time to time, Nat and Royston had disappeared from the studio where Grace’s pictures

were being taken. To prepare her, Nat had licked Ming’s pussy for half an hour, as she laid on the bed bound and

gagged and blindfolded. Though Ming resisted, she could not fight her body’s natural reaction to the stimulation

of her genitals by a skilled female. In the second half of the last hour, she had been freshly fucked by Royston on

the bed before being brought into the studio.

“Why did you stop licking, slut?” said Nakamori in a commanding voice, grabbing a fistful of Grace’s hair at the

back of her head.

Grace obediently stuck out her tongue, and found the warm moist opening thrust softly onto her mouth. She

began to lick the moist slit diligently with her tongue, unaware that she was not licking Natasha, but her friend

Ming.

Joe felt his cock harden in his jeans as he looked on. Ming was a fair skinned girl, even fairer than Grace. As he

focused his camera on her flawless porcelain skin, he marveled that her skin was so fair the faint tracery of her

veins were visible on her bosom and her thighs.

Ming on the other hand, was receiving a licking, but was totally in the dark, literally, from the blindfold.

Handcuffed behind her back and kneeling with her knees wide apart, she could not do anything but submit her

pussy to be thoroughly licked yet again. It was already her second time tonight. She had no idea who the owner

of the tongue might be, other than the fact that it was a female. She was not even sure if the girl licking her now

was the same as the girl who licked her earlier while she was immobilized on the bed.

Ming could not help it as her body stiffened with pleasure and she rolled her head from side to side, trying to

block out the delicious warm sensation that was spreading from her between her legs to the rest of her unwilling

body. She murmured involuntarily in response as the hot tongue between her legs lashed against the particular

sensitive spot of her clitoris, but the sound she made was muffled by the cloth gag between her teeth.

Ming felt a strong hand cupping her chin. The gag was slowly untied from the back of her head, but the hand

kept its pressure on her chin, keeping her mouth shut as the cloth was removed. Feeling the fingers squeezing her

cheeks, Ming submissively opened her mouth. She felt something touch her lips and a second later, felt an object

being inserted slowly into her oral cavity – judging by the shape and texture, it was a sex toy – a dildo. Ming

never had a first hand experience with dildos before. The only time she saw it was in a magazine.

Joe watched the black double dildo being coated with saliva, and exchanged lovingly between the two girls Nat

and Ming. One end was strapped securely with six inches stuffed in Natasha’s mouth, while the other end of six

inches slowly disappeared into Ming’s mouth, as she accepted more and more of it till cheeks bulged. Meanwhile,

Grace’s mouth was slowly servicing Ming’s pussy.

FUCK. Said Joe to himself, looking at the incredibly erotic scene. He swapped his camera for a handheld video

camera, and turned it on. Focusing it on the three girls Grace, Ming and Natasha, he was amused that these two

attractive ladies, Grace and Ming, being the blindfolded participants in the unfolding action, had unwittingly

become starlets of their first porn film. Blissful in their ignorance, beautiful in their naked bondage.

As Grace continued licking the pussy presented to her, she felt the owner flinching more and more frequently. In

part this was caused by Grace’s tongue flicking back and forth over Ming’s swollen clit that had been aroused for

an hour - first by Nat’s cunninglingus, and then again when Royston fucked her for ten minutes. Grace did not

know this, of course. Grace only felt the juices flowing more and more freely, coating the whole area around her

mouth and chin with the honeyed wetness. Ming’s scent of arousal was strong in the air.

The other reason for Ming’s body tensing up repeatedly was because Nakamori would also squeeze Ming’s

ample tits from behind periodically with his hands. He would grasp firmly her stiff nipples with his thumb and

finger of both hands in tandem, rolling the nipples or pulling on them, causing the girl to moan into her gag and

shrink her body back. From a side view, Joe’s video camera would capture the delicious frame of Ming‘s body

trying to evade the marauding hands, but she had no where to go. Joe would pan from Ming’s milky white globes

to Grace’s pert, upturned tits, capturing how the smaller girl was eating out the taller girl’s pussy.

By this time, Nat had removed the double dildo and put it aside. With one hand rubbing her own cunny, and the

other reaching down to Grace’s tits, the receptionist started to French-kiss Ming, deeply and passionately. Ming

was taken aback, but she could not tear herself away from the female tongue invading her mouth, surrendering

her will to the one ravishing her.

Again, Grace felt the hot and moist femininity at the receiving end of her mouth tense up, and tasted a new

wetness in her mouth. Grace responded by licking more furiously, darting her tongue faster and deeper into the

pussy hole.

The thought that Nat was close to orgasm entered Grace’s mind – that thought excited her for a second, and then

reviled her when she realized what had gone through her mind and what she had felt that second. The dirty

sinful thought that she was going to make another girl cum with her mouth ! This can’t be, she told herself – this

is wrong. Grace shuddered, and blocked the feeling of guilt from her mind, telling herself to keep licking or be

punished. While Grace’s conscious mind refused to admit it, her pussy was moist again, ignited by the lesbian

fantasies flitting around the periphery of her mind. The fact that Nat’s soft hands were roaming down Grace’s

sweat-slick body to seek her aroused and tender nipples again did not help.

Ming now felt the tension in her body and an inexplicable hunger for release grow even more intense then the

liquid fire spreading all over her body, consuming her from within. Intoxicated with pleasure, her fevered body

responded to every minute flick of the tongues and hands that ravished her body. The tongue in her slit flicking

against her erect little button of pleasure called her clit. The mouth locked on hers and invading tongue that

danced and flirted with her own. The fingers pinching her nipples hard each time she arched her back or thrust

her bosom upward.

Finally it was Grace’s licking that Ming succumbed to, causing the leggy beauty to go over the edge. Ming’s

whole body jerked and convulsed in a barrage of powerful spasms, as her pussy spent all its got, spraying liquid

ecstasy all over Grace’s mouth. The cry that she uttered when she spent herself was muffled by Natasha who kept

her mouth locked on hers in her climax.

Exactly at that moment, Grace had her blindfold removed from her eyes. The momentary brightness blinded her,

and she could not see beyond the pussy in front of her that was still quivering from orgasm. And when she could

see again, she was absolutely horrified to find that the girl she just ate was not Natasha, but her friend Ming. She

licked Ming’s pussy and made her cum !

Shaking her head in shock and disbelief, Grace could only stare at her friend who remained blindfolded.

On one bent knee, Nakamori whispered into Grace’s ear , “Should I remove your friend’s blindfold?” His index

finger was placed on his lip, indicating to Grace that she could stay silent, and respond with either a nod or a

shake of the head.

In the background, Royston was dressed in a jacket and seated on the sofa, arms akinder and resting on the back

of the sofa, with one leg propped on the other knee. He was obviously enjoying the show. Natasha was sitting on

the floor behind Ming, her body pressed against Ming’s, playing with her playmate’s long silky hair.

Still shell-shocked, Grace shook her head. Nakamori smiled broadly in response. “Ah, my lil slut is still shy,” he

whispered, loud enough for her to hear alone.

Grace was released from her bonds by Royston, and made to kneel in front of Nakamori.

“You will pleasure me now, slave,” he said to Grace, stroking her chin. As her Master dropped his draw string

pants, Grace knew what she must do.

Ming remained kneeling and blindfolded. But instead of the high kneel where her bum did not touch her legs,

Nat guided her into a low kneel. In this position, she was allowed to relax, in essence folding her legs underneath

such that her bum was resting on the heels of her feet.

Joe said to Nakamori, “Boss, I need some relief too ! “, adjusting the bulge in his pants. Joe had a raging erection

after witnessing Grace, Natasha and Nakamori give Ming an orgasm. Getting the go-ahead from Nakamori, Joe

too unzipped himself, and stepped out of his pants. Wearing only his boxers, he rubbed his hands in glee and

stepped in front of Ming.

In the meantime, Natasha had also placed herself in a kneeling position, in front of Royston who remained

standing in front of her. Using her teeth, she unzipped Royston.

Nakamori looked down in satisfaction as Grace massaged his cock through his briefs with her small hand to get it

hard. Like she had been trained, she licked the underside of his cock through the material of his underwear,

making a slightly wet spot in the front of his briefs with her saliva, making her Master’s cock grow.

Finally, the major bulge in his underwear told her that it was time for her to take her Master into her mouth.

When Nakamori put his thumb into the elastic band of his briefs and held it out with a slight downward pull,

Grace bit on the band offered to her with her teeth. Using only her teeth, and no hands, she dragged her Master’s

briefs down to his feet.

With her head down at his feet, hanging on his underwear with her teeth as her Master stepped out of them,

Grace had the opportunity to take a sideways glance. Joe’s boxers were also at his feet, and his half erect cock was

presented in front of the blindfolded Ming. Feeling the warm meat touch her lips, Ming knew that Joe’s cock was

in front of her. Automatically she opened her mouth and started sucking.

With her Owner’s cock pointing at her face, Grace stuck out her pink tongue. Glancing to the side, she noticed

that Nat already had Royston’s cock fully in her mouth, and she was sucking on it like a pro. For a brief moment,

her glance met Royston’s piercing gaze. His eyes betrayed his lust. He was deriving much pleasure from the

blowjob Nat was giving him obviously, but he was looking at Grace !

Grace broke eye contact and returned to licking Nakamori’s almost fully erect cock, coating it with her saliva

from all angles. When she was done licking the head, the underside of the head, the shaft and the tip, she begged

for permission to take her Master in her mouth.

“Sir, may this one suck your cock please?” Grace said in a voice soft enough that Ming could not hear.

“Beg for it slut,” said Nakamori, “Louder. Make it more convincing.”

Grace looked in alarm at Ming, who was dutifully sucking Joe’s erection. At Nakamori’s signal, Joe clapped his

hands over Ming’s ears, as he fucked her mouth.

Grace begged like a dog. “Please Sir, may this one take your cock into her worthless mouth please?” she said in a

louder voice this time.

Nakamori seemed to consider for a few seconds, then he nodded.

Royston was now fucking Nat doggie-style, the receptionist on all fours on the sofa. Royston’s muscular chest

was now gleaming with perspiration.

Grace took Nakamori’s cockhead into her mouth and began her ritual of sucking, quickly making it fully erect.

After several minutes of sucking and worshipping it with her mouth, she would swallow more and more of it.

Her training with the dildo christened “Grace-Fucker” had been preparation for this. Throughout the last few

weeks, Nakamori had also been training her himself by letting Grace swallow as much of his cock as she could

without gagging, and having her photo taken from the side to see what her progress has been.

Since he had never cummed in her mouth, it didn’t count as him using her, so there was no bead to add to her

anklet, according to Royston. Grace was not worthy yet, and had yet to earn that privilege. Only once did Grace

witness Nakamori cum – Grace had serviced him orally for almost ten minutes but he had Natasha take over,

choosing to finish in Natasha’s mouth instead. Grace wondered if she would be allowed to suck him to

completion this time. Would her Master cum in her mouth today?

As Grace sucked, she glanced to the side. Royston was thrusting powerfully into Nat from behind, making the

receptionist moan with each forceful stroke. But again, his eyes were not looking at Nat, but at her ! Grace quickly

looked away.

Nakamori placed his hand on the top of Grace’s head, bringing her attention back. He made Grace hang back her

head. He started sliding his cock further in.

By hanging back her head, it would minimize touching her soft palette and her gag reflex kicking in. Still, when

he was five inches in, he could see it in Grace’s eyes. She was on the verge of choking. Being a petite girl, her

mouth wasn’t that big. Tears came to her eyes, and Nakamori pulled out a little to give her breathing space. Then

he went again – he could see Grace struggling to swallow his cock. Like she had been trained, the swallowing

reduced the gag reflex. He held it there for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling of her snug mouth and throat

constricting on his cock.

With his hand at the back of her head, he coaxed her to swallow another inch. From the side view, it was truly

amazing to see petite Grace kneeling in front of the man, with all but the last inch of his erection stuffed in her

mouth. Literally stuffed. Like her cheeks were bulging and you could see her trying to accommodate the giant

snake in her airways. Not succeeding, Grace started to choke and gag again. Looking at her owner, she blinked

away the tears in her eyes, while webby strands of her saliva drooled from the corner of her lips all over the floor.

Nakamori encouraged his slut to persist. The look of her teary, with tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried

to control her own gag reflex and swallow his cock, was priceless. It was what his clientele of his video club

would pay to see.

“Very good, my dear grace_slut. Play with your pussy as you swallow your Master’s cock,” he commanded,

fondling the hair at the back of her head as she tried yet again to open her mouth wide, pressing her nose toward

his abdomen. Grace complied with his instruction, and found her left hand rubbing her moist slit between her

legs, releasing little iota of pleasure that rippled through her body.

Every few seconds, the Japanese man would push it all the way in, burying Grace’s face in his pubic hair, feeling

her lips at the base of his penis, and her nose touching his abdomen, his swinging balls knocking against her chin.

He would feel Grace’s throat starting to constrict from her gag reflex kicking in, squeezing his cockshaft. Looking

down she would see her pleading eyes tearing. He would pull away just before she actually vomited. A few times

she came close, resulting in a big mess of saliva on her chin, thighs and on the floor.

At this point, Royston stood up, with Nat’s legs wrapped around his waist, and her arms around his broad

shoulders and neck. His skin was also gleaming with perspiration. “Let’s go to the next room, Nat,” he said aloud,

carrying the receptionist out of the studio.

Meanwhile, Ming had been sucking earnestly on Joe’s cock, bobbing her head in and out with Joe’s coaxing. “Yes,

suck deep baby,” said Joe. Getting increasingly excited, Joe took over and started humping her mouth forcefully,

using her mouth as a fuckhole, and speeding up the rhythm.

“Oooh, you nasty whore princess.. you’re going to make old Joe cum soon,” he declared, fucking Ming’s throat

with wild abandon. Ming was gasping, trying to breathe, trying to resist the strong hands holding her head in

place as her mouth was used relentlessly. Her hands struggled uselessly.

“Ohhhh yesssss…. I’m cumming you long-legged fucking tease, I’m going to blow my spunk in your hot sexy

mouth.. ohh YESSS… OHH OHHH OHHH !!” Joe’s body lurched as he spent his load into Ming’s waiting mouth,

his eyes taking in every inch of the tall leggy beauty’s naked body kneeling at his feet. As he came to, he knew

that every drop of his spermload was in the blindfolded girl’s mouth – she dared not swallow nor spit for she had

not received any instruction on either.

“Lovely,” said Joe, “you look so good with semen overflowing from your mouth, Ming. Why don’t you open

your mouth and show us.”

The girl submissively opened her mouth, displaying the mix of Joe’s ejaculate and her saliva swimming in her

mouth. A load of the pearly white semen escaped from the side of her lips when she did.

Joe’s hand was on the knot of the blindfold at the back of her head, as if he was going to rip off her blindfold. He

was grinning, looking at Grace and Nakamori.

Grace shook her head in panic, even as her Owner’s cock continued sliding in and out through her lips. If Joe

were to undo Ming’s blindfold, Ming would see Grace on her knees, sucking Nakamori’s cock !

Nakamori looked down, and said in a voice that was loud enough for Ming and Joe to hear, “Don’t you want to

see the eyes of the lovely lady that Joe just rewarded with his cum?”

He withdrew his erect cock from Grace’s mouth, looking down at her piteous eyes. He bent down on one knee, so

that he could hear the weak response that came from Grace’s mouth. “No, Sir.. please, I – this one begs you… she

doesn’t know..“

Nakamori looked deep into Grace’s eyes, staying silent for a few seconds.

“Very well then, I will have Joe move her into a different room. But I have a condition,” said Nakamori.

Grace nodded slowly, a confused expression on her face.

Nakamori spoke into her ear. Grace froze for a few seconds, then finally nodded in abject submission. Nakamori

gave Joe a signal. Joe acknowledged it with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Looks like we will spend some more quality time together princess,” Joe told Ming, untying the girl and pulling

her to her feet,. “Old Joe is going to fuck you well and good,” he said into Ming’s ear, snapping on a collar and a

leash to her neck, before ushering her blindfolded out of the studio.

“Now that we’re finally alone slut, get onto my cock and fulfill your end of our bargain,” Nakamori told Grace, as

he sat down leisurely on the sofa.

“Yes Sir,” Grace replied submissively, her eyes downcast on the floor.

Grace moved slowly, lifting her leg over Nakamori, and guided his dick into her pussy. Nakamori grabbed her

hips as her cunt swallowed him in.

“Look at me my pet and slave,” commanded Nakamori.

Grace lifted her gaze from the floor and made eye contact with the man. She looked into the eyes of the man who

owned her, whose manhood she had licked and sucked to a full erection, whose full erection she had mounted.

Unaware that there were four hidden video cameras capturing the action in the room from four different angles,

Grace started fucking herself on Nakamori’s thick cockshaft. She humped herself on his hard erection, consuming

it with her wet cunt, enveloping his manhood like a velvet glove.

The guilt of betraying her boyfriend tore her apart as the young executive rode the tanned Japanese fashion

designer’s thick pole. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, her fair skin glowing gorgeously in the cool

lights of the studio in contrast with the darker skin of the man. This was the bargain she made with him, for not

revealing her identity to Ming earlier.

Nakamori grunted with pleasure, feeling how tight Grace’s cunt was. “That’s it, in all the way pet, and squeeze

that pussy tight on me.” The Japanese man ran his hand over her narrow waist as she lifted herself up on his cock,

then bore down, sinking herself full-hilt around his manhood. The pain showed on her furrowed brows, but she

kept quiet.

Grace leaned back and rested her hands on his knees. She started gyrating her hips, working her Owner’s cock in

her pussy, fucking herself. Her hair was disheveled, falling beautifully over her face, bouncing on her head.

Nakamori pinched his lovely pet’s nipples between his fingers. Grace’s belly moved forward and back in a

rocking motion, humping him faster. Her reticent eyes made contact again with the man who had enslaved her,

unaware that four hidden video cameras were capturing her actions on film.

It wasn’t so much anger in her eyes as dismay, Nakamori thought. There was part of her that wanted, and needed

to cum, even though he had forced her into this. He would enjoy the video footage of this later again, and he

knew that Mr Shih and Mr Ko would pay him handsomely for the video.

Shih and Ko had paid more for this. It would have been a simple affair to rape her, but to make Grace fuck herself

willingly on Nakamori was worth a lot more. They had betted that Nakamori would not be able to pull it off, but

here it was - Grace bucking her hips hard, riding him like a horse.

Nakamori’s condition to Grace earlier, in return for not letting Ming know that it was Grace that just ate her out,

was that she had to make him cum.

Grace rode on, thrusting herself harder on her Owner’s cock, praying she was able to make him orgasm before

she herself came.

He spoke, as if he had read her thoughts. “Yes slave, you may cum as many times as you like. This is the privilege

that I grant you today,” he told her . “Fuck yourself on your Owner. Give yourself to Me,” he said. She looked at

his face momentarily, then looked away again in fevered shame, for recalling the memory of a more innocent

time pained her. Her hips were bucking in the air, her ass bouncing up further from the sofa each time. Her head

was thrown back with her eyes closed, and suddenly her mouth was agape.

Nakamori felt a tremor pass through Grace’s belly. Her inner thighs trembled and she thrust her pelvis forward,

subconsciously looking for the base of her Master’s cockshaft to rub against her painfully swollen clit.

“Oh God!” she cried out, thrusting her nipples skyward to reach that unreachable heaven, then suddenly realized

with girlish embarrassment that she had unwittingly verbalized what was in her head. Too late. She had raised

herself halfway up on Nakamori’s sturdy root, pushing down on the sofa with her knees, supporting her weight

against Nakamori’s waist with her inner thighs. In this position, her body shook like a young sapling in a storm,

her pelvic muscles convulsing in sweet orgasm. The milking action of her contracting pussy squeezed the man’s

manhood powerfully, almost making him reach his own climax if he didn’t have better self control.

Grace’s slender legs were still twitching as she lowered herself back onto him and the sofa. Her pussy throbbed.

Nakamori saw her coming down off her climax, but the lust was still there, under the flushed skin of her face.

She opened her eyes and looked at Nakamori through her disheveled hair. Remembering what she was doing,

her cheeks flushed hot. The rush of adrenaline, shame, regret and sexual arousal gave the fair, but already flushed

light pink skin of her neck and bosom a deeper shade of crimson. He hadn’t cum yet, but she had !

She started the rhythm again, riding her Master’s cock, humping herself against his thick, stiff cockshaft, driving

it deep into her needy, hungry cunt. She was juicing like an over-ripe apricot, her pussy scent was in the air.

“That’s it slave,” he growled. With a lingering caress of the silver belly-button stud that he gave her, his fingertips

moved up from Grace’s navel, sliding up her ribcage and following the lower curve of her breasts, tracing a line

to her sternum.

Nakamori took hold of her nipples and tugged on them hard, making the petite girl collapse forward on his chest.

Locking his strong arms around her, crushing her breasts against his chest, he fucked her back, driving his hips

up, thrusting forcefully into her.

With her arms trapped against her sides, Grace’s wrist brushed against the chain of blue beads encircling her

ankle, evoking a semi-conscious haze of recollections to her mind – raw, dirty, vulgar images of her being used as

a fucktoy by men, a cum-hole. Ten blue beads, each bead she earned a reminder of how she was used on each

occasion.

“Who’s my slut?” her tanned Owner asked, his chin stubble causing friction burns on Grace’s smooth shoulder as

he continued ravishing her.

“Grace is your slut, Sir,” she gasped, her response coinciding with a deep thrust from him. His massive cockhead

reached so far within her soft insides, Grace felt it ignite a new fiery sensation in her cervix. Rubbing the itch

would feel so good, an itch she could not reach on her own.

“What kind of slut?” he asked.

“Bitch slut.. fuck slut..” she said, the words slipping easily out of her mouth. The words she thought would please

him. These were the names that Royston had called her, the names that she was being trained by him to answer to.

“grace is your worthless slut..” she blurted.

“What do you want me to do slutgirl?” he said, slowing down his forceful thrust.

“Please fuck your slutgirl, Master ..” she pleaded in a husky voice. She could mask her urgency no longer.

The fire deep inside of her was now a mix of throbbing pain and an inimitable buildup of forbidden pleasure.

Grace let out a low, pleasure-filled whine as he thrust his cock up and deep into her several more times in rapid

succession. Oh god - she was going to cum again !

With an involuntary moan, she let him impale her fully, subconsciously driving her pelvis forward to meet his

thrusting hips, while her small hands gripped his well-toned buttocks. To reach the place she couldn’t reach by

herself, far inside her. She was close.. she was close, she was CLOSE ! - Grace’s body quivered as an initial orgasm

coursed through her. Naively, she hoped he wouldn’t notice by holding her breath, thinking that by doing so she

would also hold her tongue.

With a supreme effort, Grace managed to stay quiet, but her body would not be so easily tamed. Her young body

would not be so easily cheated of an outlet to release all that pent-up sexual energy. The rest of the orgasm came

crashing, like a wildfire that had only been temporarily diverted, but returned to consume the virgin territory that

had been denied too long. The raging pleasure spread to every muscle, hair and nerve on her body, and to the

ends of her toes. But she kept quiet, trying to hold her body rigid, almost blacking out, barely aware that her

spasming vaginal walls was squeezing and milking his rock-hard cockshaft unashamedly.

He was also close to his release. She felt his cockhead swell inside of her when he paused at the apex of his thrust.

The shaft rippled, as if he was going to explode in her anytime.

He pushed away the hair from her eyes. He pumped his hips forcefully into her one more time, his hands

gripping her hips. Then he pulled his dick free from her incredibly tight pussy, half lifting her with the sheer

strength of his arms.

“Take your reward, slave,” he cried, the veins on his forehead and neck standing out.

Recollecting her lesson from Natasha, Grace dismounted from her Master, and knelt between his legs as he began

to spurt streams of hot cum into her mouth. Like she had been taught, she took his cum into her mouth, waiting

for him to finish, before licking the remnants off her fingers and licking his cock clean.

Absent mindedly, she reflected that his cum was viscous and sticky, unlike Steve’s which was runny.

“That’s my good whore,” he said tenderly, stroking her hair, “You have had two good orgasms haven’t you?”

She looked down at the floor, ashamed at what she had done. Nodding in response, she was stricken with guilt

that she had voluntarily fucked another man other than her boyfriend, and even more so, orgasmed twice for it.

Yes she was definitely a whore – she had even compared Nakamori’s cum to the bellboy Steve, and not to her

boyfriend Mark. She could hardly remember what her boyfriend’s semen was like!

“Show your Master,” he said. Grace raised her chin, and opened her mouth wide, showing the white sticky

strands of his jism mixed with her saliva, swirling around inside.

Nakamori nodded in satisfaction, meaning she can proceed. His slave had been trained well by Royston on ‘the

presentment’ – displaying her Master’s cum with pride.

Grace closed her mouth, and swallowed, feeling her Master’s cum slide down her gullet into her stomach. Like

she had been trained, she opened her mouth again to show that it was empty and that she had enjoyed his gift.

She pleased him.

“Thank you Master,” she said. For his cum, and for the orgasms she was allowed to have. Like she had been

trained. Only this time, perhaps the gratitude was truly heartfelt?

Her eyes were soft, and her body spent. Although Grace’s secret was yet unknown to Ming, as he promised her,

Nakamori imagined a scene in the future where Grace would be taught to share his semen with Ming. A not-too-

distant future where Grace would ardently cum-swap with other slaves without so much as a snap of his fingers.

Where she would readily service another gentleman orally, in front of him, if he so commanded. Where she

would be busy on her knees giving two or three men blowjobs and handjobs, while he simply watched on, or

fucked her from behind. Grace the professional cocksucking slave. She would make him loads of money. And

that would only be the beginning.

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 24 (MMF,reluc,bondage,exhib,oral,anal,mast,toy,humiliation)

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I wear tight clothing, high heel shoes

It doesn't mean that I'm a prostitute..

Free your mind and the rest will follow

Be color blind, don`t be so shallow...

That was the song playing in the guy’s ear-phone. Sporting a crew-cut, wearing a Levi’s t-shirt

and jeans, with his i-Pod in one hand, the guy looked curiously like the one who worked at the

diner near Grace’s office. He was just standing next to Grace, and his music is turned up so loud

that she could hear the song he was listening to.

It was just two weeks after the bondage photography shoot, but it felt like two months. Grace’s

Owner, Nakamori, has been away in Japan since her photo shoot, and so she had it easy. Royston

told her so.

Grace shifted uneasily as the public bus started to pack with rush hour commuters. She was

wearing a racy red bra under her thin, fitted white blouse, a platinum lycra skirt that was

exposed three quarters of the length of her thighs, see-through black stockings and garters, and a

pair of extremely high-heeled stilettos. On her ears and wrists, loud earrings and bangles, while

the usual anklet of blue beads adorned her ankle. Her assemble of clothes and makeup screamed

slut. And the toys in her pussy made her strut like one.

They didn’t call them Burmese bells for nothing. Also known as benwa balls, but with an inner

core that floated independently within its smooth metallic exterior, and jangled with every

movement, these ancient sex toys massaged Grace’s vaginal walls with every step she took, when

she sat down or stood up, or tensed her pelvic region. She could feel the Burmese bells tumbling

in her when she walked in her high heels, causing tingling sensations of pleasure inside of her.

And yes, they made her walk like a provocative slut.

No wait, she was already walking like a provocative slut without the Burmese bells rolling and

jangling in her cunt - the extremely tall heels made sure of that. With the bells colliding and

rubbing against each other as she moved, she practically had the words “Fuck me, PLEASE”

written on her face – her eyes semi vacant as she tried to focus on the simple task of walking

without having an orgasm, her lips parted subconsciously as she reminded herself not to drip her

juices on the floor.

The lurching start and stop motion of the bus did not help either. Grace cursed as the driver

jammed his brake and accelerated again for the zillionth time that morning, driving like he was

on crack. Each lurch of the bus, each sudden brake, each rude passenger pushing past her, or

pressing against her behind as another tried to alight from the crowded bus gave her petite body

exquisite sensations. Grace closed her eyes, as she felt her nipples hardening.

Standing in the bus, Grace tried to not focus on the sensations her body was feeling. Her nipples

have been mostly erect most of the time now. Not quite as hard as they become when she was

fully aroused, but nevertheless distinctly standing up. She noticed it in the bathroom mirror last

week when she disrobed from her office clothes to take a shower. Her breasts felt more tender,

her areola looked bigger and her nipples more elongated. Was it her imagination? Grace’s eyelids

flipped open and she tried to not think about the memories sipping up to the surface, but the

more she tried to push it out of her mind, the more they came back… when she closed her eyes

now, she could recall exactly how it felt – how her breasts were ravished when she was

blindfolded on the rack during the photography shoot.

The fact that Royston now had the hotel bellboy deliver open-tip bras for her office wardrobe on

Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays did not help. As Grace attended office meetings or walked

about in the office, her exposed nipples would rub against the front inside of her blouse, making

them stay in a heightened state of erection the whole day. Some days the blouse was made of soft

silk. Some days, the material of the blouse was coarse. Other days the blouse was slightly sheer;

that day was also when the bellboy came on her tits and rubbed his ejaculate over her swollen

nipples standing proudly from their bra-cups. That explained the damp spot on her slightly sheer

blouse when she took the bus to go to work. By the time she reached the office, her nipples were

stuck to the front of her blouse, caked with some teenage boy’s cum.

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Rule #3 – grace is to keep her legs uncrossed at all times.

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She recited rule #3 in her head. Since Royston could not monitor this all the time, punishment

would be severe if he witnessed even one infraction. And he convinced her that he had his ways

of knowing.

Grace did not think that observing rule #3 was as hard as it sounded. She realized that in many

situations, like if she was wearing a short skirt and had to sit on a low stool or high chair, she

would automatically cross her legs. This was automatic behaviour through years of modesty

conditioning and part of the lady’s etiquette she had been taught in her upbringing. Now each

time she attends an office meeting (with or without Royston), she cannot count the number of

pair of eyes on her whenever she is sitting down. All the men’s eyes would dart to the same place

in the room, at the very moment she sat down or got up, waiting to catch the small window of

opportunity when her thighs were not closed. Given the short skirts she was disposed to wear

now, she got many dirty looks from the women in the office.

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Rule #4 – grace is to take only mass public transportation

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The exceptions are when she is with her trainer (Royston), owner (Nakamori) or unless there was

someone who would be willing to pay for her ride. That meant no taxi cabs. Only the public bus

or subway.

Grace chose to take the bus to and from work everyday. Besides the occasional stray hands she

had to fend off, it seemed safer than the subway. It seemed bearable until yesterday when she

had to urgently alight from the bus and wait for the next. She had noticed a couple of passengers

at the back of the bus pointing to her. “It’s her isn’t it?” Grace lowered her face. Despite her

sunshades that she wore, they might have recognized her. “Yes, its that woman. She had a

freaking orgasm on the bus!”

Her face burning with shame, Grace quickly alighted from the bus, her hands tugging her short

skirt (which had ridden up her thighs) down. The Burmese bells chimed in her slick, moist cunt

as she hurriedly stepped off the bus onto the sidewalk on her clumsy heels. All eyes in the bus,

and at the bus stop were on this woman. She walked like a provocative slut auditioning for

Playboy’s cover girl.

This was how she would walk the whole week ahead.

LAST FRIDAY, 8.20pm

“Suck me off like you did the other day,” the bellboy said loudly.

Grace hesitated, her brow furrowed with nervous energy as she studied Steve’s face. They

weren’t in the privacy of her hotel suite after all. For bringing her the clothes Royston dictates she

wears to the office each morning, Steve would demand a tip. She could have tipped him money,

but he refused, since she didn’t the first time. He had other ideas for his tip, and Royston seemed

to think it was fair. Usually it would be a handjob, but sometimes a blowjob was called for on

occasions where there were two sets of clothes to choose from, and Grace was dependent on

Steve’s choice of her attire for the day.

When it was a handjob, Steve loved it best watching the look of disgust on her face when he

would start to cum, and Grace had to pump his cock faster and harder to ensure he achieved a

fully satisfying ejaculation. Yes, he would ejaculate in her small hand, and her fingers would be

all sticky with his fresh load of white semen, some spilling over to the back of her hand, or

dribbling down to her wrist. He would let her wipe her hand on the inside of the panties she was

wearing for the day, or the inside of her bra cups.

When it was a blowjob, Steve loved watching Grace positioning her mouth over a small glass jar,

and letting his cum, mixed with her saliva, drool down into the container. She would bring this

jar to work, her supply for the day so that she was even qualified to ask for permission to orgasm

from Royston.

Grace had just arrived at the hotel in the evening, after her work day. The young bellboy had

intercepted her in the lobby on her way up to her room. He told her he had something to show

her, and led her to the luggage storage room, closing the door behind them.

The room had several aisles of racks which were as long as the width of the room and taller than

them, stacked with suitcases belonging to regular hotel guests. There was a dim light bulb on the

far end which was on, and one nearer them, but Steve did not bother to switch it on. He led Grace

down to the middle of an aisle, with trolley bags parked on the racks on either side of them.

“Suck me off like you did the other day,” Steve said loudly. He reached out with his right hand

and pinched Grace’s earlobe gently between his thumb and index finger. “Lovely earrings,” he

whispered with a boyish grin.

Grace was too surprised to react for a moment. Then it came back to her. Royston had once told

her that if anybody touched her earlobe while she was wearing her hoop earrings, she would

have to sink to her knees without so much as uttering a single word, and proceed to service the

man or woman orally. Failure to do so would result in severe punishment. The act of touching

her earlobe was like a code. Grace’s public key, as Royston would put it.

Royston must have told Steve about her public key. She shut her eyes momentarily as a sinking

feeling hit her in the pit of her stomach. It was her punishment for not telling Steve what the

beads on her anklet meant, when he had asked her that question weeks ago. Royston had told her

that if anybody asked her about the meaning of the anklet, she would have to tell them the truth.

She didn’t tell Steve and he must have asked Royston about it and he found out.

Grace felt nauseous. Slowly she sank to her knees, on the uncarpeted floor in the cold and dimly-

lit luggage room. Grace undid Steve’s belt. Steve had a pleased look on his face.

When Grace unzipped his pants, she could already feel the tent in his boxers. Pulling down his

boxers, Grace mechanically took his three-quarters erect cock into her mouth, and proceeded to

service him orally, sucking on his cockhead.

Steve was obviously excited, perhaps more than usual due to the more daring location where he

was having a blowjob. Unlike in Grace’s hotel suite, the luggage storage room door had no lock,

and any hotel staff could access it. He was also excited by his apparent power over this attractive

lady. Usually she might refuse him outright or try to negotiate, but she was completely

subservient this time. He let his rock-hard shaft explore the limits of Grace’s cock-stuffed mouth,

excited to see the petite, sexily-dressed office executive struggle at his feet.

“Oh yes,” uttered Steve in a low growl of pleasure, rolling his eyes, “I can feel the insides of your

cheeks massaging my cockshaft, Grace. You suck cock so good, Grace. “

“Grace, you’re such a talented cock-sucker, oh – my - god..”

It did not take long for Steve to achieve orgasm under the circumstances. His cockhead swelled

inside Grace’s tight oral cavity with his pre-imminent climax. With a loud groan, Steve’s body

started to jerk. His hands were grasping Grace’s head tightly, her nose touching his belly and his

ball-sac slapping against her chin, as he poured a steaming load into her foxy little mouth, and

down her spasming throat.

Before he had even completely come down from his orgasm, Grace heard a rustling noise behind

her. Quickly dislodging Steve’s cock from her mouth, whereupon some of the cum flowed out of

her lips to her chin, Grace heard the sounds of laughter, to her horror.

“Jesus, Steve ! You were so totally not lying!” said another bellboy who burst out of another aisle

deeper inside the luggage room, an incredulous look on his face. He had been hiding behind the

racks of suitcases, watching them from the space between the suitcases.

“Shit.. she really gave you a blowjob when you told her to!” Yet another bellboy appeared beside

the first, grinning widely. He was younger than the other spying bellboy, and sported a nose-

stud. He did not bother to hide the fact that he was staring hard at Grace’s body, as he adjusted

his hard-on in his pants. Grace was still on the floor, her face lowered, apparently preoccupied

with wiping the cum on her chin off.

“Fuck, now you believe me? She’s worth every dollar too,” Steve said smugly, zipping himself

up.

Gathering herself up, Grace’s face burned with shame as she dashed out of the luggage room.

The bellboy with the nosestud said, “Hell, it’s fucking cheap. Babe, will you blow me too?”

“Hey wait, you forgot this!” said Steve, waving a twenty dollar bill at Grace. Her neck flushed a

crimson red as the laughter of the three bellboys rang in her ears. Royston has made her into a

whore.

MONDAY, 8.42am

Royston was sitting in his leather chair in his office, viewing on his monitor screen the video clips

that Joe had emailed him. Joe had extracted some highlights from the hidden video cameras

installed in the studio during the shoot, and sent it to both Nakamori and Royston.

There was a short video-clip of Grace standing on a puddle of her office clothes, her pee dribbling

down between her legs, her face showing the deep humiliation that she was going through. She

looked like she was on the verge of crying. Then there was another clip of her naked with her

wrists and ankles restrained to the St. Andrew’s cross, or “X frame”. Her body writhed on the X-

frame, as a massive black dildo on a stand impaled up her pussy vibrated in spurts.

Royston squinted closely at the screen and smiled. The motion was small it was almost

imperceptible from afar, but once you zoomed in, you could make it out, thanks to the high

definition quality of the film. In the video clip, Grace’s eyes were closed, and her skin was slick

and glowing with her perspiration, a look of frustration on her face. Zooming to her lower body,

one could make out her hips and bum jerking up and down, fucking herself on the dildo, trying

to make herself cum. Couple that with the look on her face when Royston and Joe walked in on

her – the shock of being discovered and the resulting humiliated look on her face – it was a

priceless scene.

If there was anything Royston wanted more than anything else than owning Grace and making

her submit completely to him, it was her humiliation. Breaking her from the proud, confident

career woman that she once was, into an cum-craving slave who existed only to be used by men

was not enough – he relishes the look in her eyes when she loses control over her own body and

mind, and realizes it. When she is being degraded, and treated like a dirty slut and yet her body

betrays her, the light of self-respect in her eyes being extinguished was what he loved to see.

Grace being destroyed. Reduced to a fucking whore.

And the pills she was being fed regularly would help him to achieve this. The bellboy was

responsible to see her take the pill when he delivered the clothes for her wardrobe in the

mornings. He knew that Grace would ask the bellboy what is was for. The bellboy was told to tell

her, “It’s what whores take to avoid getting pregnant from all the cum they get in their pussy.”

Yes it was a contraceptive. She had taken it the morning of the last bondage photography shoot,

where she had fucked herself on her Owner’s cock.

The pill was full of the female hormone, progesterone and other hormones that would make

Grace’s menstrual cycle stop. It simulated pregnancy, so the ovulation would stop, and she

wouldn’t get pregnant from the clients whom she would be servicing. As a side effect, the

progesterone would also make her skin beautiful and her hair shiny – appealing traits for a

whore aiming to please men. The hormones would also make her breasts swell in the coming

months, probably by one cup size larger, as the body is fooled into thinking it needs to ready its

mammaries for feeding a baby in the near future. The areola would also grow in size, and the

nipples become distended.

This would explain why Grace’s breasts were feeling tender, and why her nipples were erect

most of the time now. The downside of this pill was that in some cases, the areola would darken

from pink to brown. As such, some Masters in Nakamori’s network choose not to put their slaves

on the pill, if they prefer them to keep a virginal look (pink nipples) rather than the mature look

(brown nipples). These slaves not put on the pill are called oral slaves. They have a steady

appetite of semen from men who use their mouths, but don’t need the pill because their pussies

are never used in these sessions, except by their owner.

One alternative that Nakamori and Royston discussed for Grace was for her to become an oral

slave. But in the end they decided Grace could be a lot more – her ass and pussy were worth a lot,

and would be put to good use. It seemed like a waste otherwise to keep her as an oral slave.

Yes, it was a contraceptive, but the pill was also more than that. One of the ingredients was a

slow-acting aphrodisiac, a version of what the Japanese black market called Yellow Star which

was much faster acting. It made it easy for the blood vessels in the nether regions to dilate, in the

right circumstances. It can’t make a woman think of sex or make her aroused on its own. But it

made it easier for her to climax under the right stimuli.

Many women who take the pill report their nipples hard, and their pussies feeling damp the

whole day; even secreting copious amounts of lubrication by just being touched behind their

neck, knees or other erogenous zones on their body. Being an excitant, the same ingredient also

counter-acted the sleepiness that most women would feel with increased progesterone. The

effects of alcohol sometimes affected the balance between the two effects.

The effects of the pill would make Grace more pliable in his shaping of her new identity, thought

Royston, perhaps deepen her humiliation in the right situations when she can’t stop lubricating

or having multiple orgasms.

Furthemore, the hormone oxytocin, associated with orgasms, is naturally released into the blood

in lactating women when their nipples are stimulated by suckling. Some mothers actually

experience orgasm while breastfeeding. With Grace lactating (unknown to herself at this stage), it

would be fun to make her ask her male colleagues to suckle on her nipples, and then watch her

involuntarily orgasm from it.

Royston smiled, as he copied the video clips he received from Joe into a folder on his portable

memory-stick. The photographs of her swimsuit, lingerie and bondage shoots, and the video

clips that he had been compiling would go into grace’s dossier in the Network, for potential

clients to peruse. “Grace Anatomy” was the name he gave to her dossier. As a crowning touch, he

would have grace_slut provide a voiceover for some of the files.

“grace_slut’s pussy” would be the name of a file that a client might click on. It would show close-

ups of her privates taken from last month’s shoot where her pussy lips had been spread open.

And it would have a voiceover from grace_slut herself, saying, “hi, my name is grace. You can

call me grace_slut. This is what my worthless cunt looks like, up-close. My cunt welcomes a

detailed probing by your fingers or your personal slave’s tongue, if you wish to inspect

grace_slut. By appointment through my Owner only.”

Royston can imagine Grace’s exquisite humiliation in saying those words, and having it recorded

for her voiceover.

MONDAY, 8.49am

Grace walked into the office main foyer. The receptionist said, “Good morning”, like she would

to any other office employee, but the crink in her smile and how her eyes looked up and down

Grace said it all. It was as if she had said it aloud, “So that’s what the office slut is wearing

today.”

Grace replied good morning of course. She wouldn’t want any complaints going to Royston.

Somehow word had gotten around that she was reporting to Royston, even though they were

technically from different departments. And the same word on the grapevine also said that he

kept her on a tight leash. Her comeuppance for some mistake she made while working on an

important deal for Mr Shih. Grace shuddered, wondering if the office rumor mongers knew she

had literally been leashed and collared indoors as well as outdoors on one of her photography

shoots.

She had been paid ten thousand dollars for the last shoot. She hoped that Nakamori and Royston

would keep their word and let her go once she has earned back her debt to them.

“Mr Shih wants you waiting in his office at 10am this morning. He told me to hand you this,”

said the receptionist, her face unemotional, a sealed white envelope in her hand. Grace accepted

the envelope with thanks, and kept it in her bag, meaning to open it later in the privacy of her

own cubicle.

In the corner of the reception area as she entered, was the office janitor, watering a number of

potted plants. He was a decrepit and bent old man named Chang. Grace could remember vividly

just last week how the old man’s face lit up when she appeared in his quarters and lifted her skirt

to show him her pantiless crotch and thigh-highs. It was the second blowjob she gave the janitor

under Royston’s instruction, but it did not diminish her humiliation. How his whole body

lurched and listed from side to side like a sinking ship, while she sucked him off ! Until he finally

ejaculated a stinky load into her mouth. He patted her backside when she was done cleaning him

up, and paid her twenty dollars, the same amount she was paid the last time. Twenty bucks was

a lot of money for Chang’s janitor salary, but a paltry amount compared to the salary Grace used

to draw as an executive of the company. The fact that she gave a blowjob to an old man to earn a

lousy twenty bucks showed how cheap she had become.

Grace avoided eye-contact with the janitor, and walked to the main office staircase.

“Looking sexy, as usual, Grace?” said Ryan, flashing her a wide smile, not hiding how he was

scoping out her short skirt. “Meeting at eleven with Mr Shih. He asked that you attend.”

“Thanks Ryan,” muttered Grace in surprise.

“Hi, Grace…” said a thin gaunt man who appeared out of nowhere, a foolish grin on his face. It

was Tony, the stuttering mail clerk, dragging a mail bag behind him. At least he didn’t call her

“Miss Grace” anymore. For good reason. Tony used “Miss” as a polite form of address to female

office executives, no matter that he tended to append first names instead of last names to that

salutation. Since that day last week, he has felt closer to the previously untouchable office hottie

he called Miss Grace.

On that day last week, the bra and panties that Grace wore were completely sheer – her areola

and pubic hair was easily visible through the material. That morning, Royston had instructed her

to go to the mailroom to help Tony sort the mail. Cunning Tony had spread out the mail on a low

sorting table, and sat on a stool opposite where Grace was sitting. Through the security camera,

Royston could see that Grace had crossed her legs while sorting the mail, which was clearly

contravening rule #3. Royston promptly called Grace and told her to stop crossing her legs. In

addition, she cannot refuse any of Tony’s demands or Tony might find a sample of the newest

pictures from her bondage photo-shoot in his mailbox.

Throughout that day, Tony grew bolder and bolder, ‘accidentally’ bumping against Grace’s body,

usually pushing against her ass with the front of his jeans, as she worked in the narrow space

with him to slot the mail into the right pigeon holes. Grace could not protest as there was a

constant flow of people from the office that morning collecting their mail from their pigeon-holes.

By the time the guys from sales were collecting their mail, Tony’s hand would mostly be on her

ass or waist. She endured her groping silently, though she could hear the voices of her co-

workers loud and clear – they were standing only a few steps away, but on the other side of the

mailboxes. She did not want to draw attention to herself and start another office rumor as to why

she, an assistant vice president, was slotting mail in the back of the mailroom with Tony.

When Grace finally reported to Royston’s office that evening, she had a fresh load of semen in

her mouth. “Pray tell, Grace, who’s cum do you have in your mouth?” He laughed cruelly when

she told him. Tony rubbed his erection against her in the mailroom, until he was almost creaming

in his pants. When Grace did not protest or runaway, he had produced his cock and masturbated

in front of her. Still, it was the man-cum she needed in her mouth to ask for permission to orgasm

that day.

Remembering how Tony tasted like, she lowered her eyes to the floor, and replied, “Hi Tony,”

before she quickly ascended the staircase, her heels clicking loudly on the polished floor. “Will y-

y-you – hhelp me – me in the ma-mail today?” he shouted up the staircase.

She might be an Assistant Vice President wearing an Armani suit during office hours - reduced to

taking minutes and admin support, but nevertheless an executive – but after hours, she was

being used by the janitor and mailman like a cheap whore. But this is how Royston drilled the

rules into her.

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Rule #1 – grace’s mouth is public property. Her pussy and ass are private property

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No one is to use her pussy or ass without permission from her Owner or Trainer. But anybody

could use her mouth. Anybody could ask her to suck them, and she would have to do it. No

questions asked. No refusals tolerated. By extension of that rule, if anybody touched her earlobe

while she was wearing her hoop earrings, she would have to drop to her knees and open her

mouth, no matter where she was and who touched her earlobes.

Chang, Royston, Tony, Mr Shih, and George. She’s tasted the semen of quite a few men in the

office already. Not to mention Steve the bellboy from the hotel she is staying at, and three

strangers she sucked off. Grace’s face felt hot as she climbed the broad staircase, taking care not

to flash her panties at her co-workers walking across the foyer below. And there was that semen

she tasted during the photography shoot itself when she asked permission to orgasm while being

blindfolded and tied to the track – who did that belong to? Was it someone else from the office?

Grace’s face turned red, disgusted at her own thoughts running through her mind.

Sitting down at her desk, she turned on her computer and started her email program. The first

mail she saw was from Mark, her boyfriend who was currently overseas. “Hey grace, missed you

babe. What have you been up to? Company working you hard?? Can’t reach you by phone

anymore! Call me back ok? Love, Mark.”

Grace shut her eyes, swallowing the bitter feeling in her throat. She couldn’t bear the thought of

what she was doing, what her boyfriend would do if he found out. How many men’s semen she

had tasted over the last few months. She stared at the anklet of blue beads on her ankle, each of

the twelve beads a testament to the number of men who used her, and felt an uncontrollable urge

to cry.

She opened the envelope from Mr Shih, the one that the receptionist had handed her. Looking at

the piece of paper inside, her throat felt dry. She opened her desk drawer. Inside were a pair of

metal handcuffs, and a black strip of cloth.

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MONDAY, 10.24am

Mr Shih entered his office, and took off his jacket, hanging it on the tall back of his black leather

cushion chair.

“Apologies for being late, Grace. Suzie tells me you’ve been waiting in my office for half an

hour,” said Mr Shih.

As he finished speaking, Grace’s supervisor turned his eyes towards her for the first time since he

came in. She saw the expression in his eyes, imagining how she must have looked to him, and

immediately felt stinging bite of humiliation in her heart.

She was topless, her blouse and bra neatly folded on his table. She was sitting on the floor behind

the table, most of her body in the space below the table top where a sitting person would

normally put his legs. Her wrists were cuffed behind her back, like the piece of paper instructed

her to.

“HOLY Shit,” said the middle aged man, his eyes drinking in her form, “you sure look like a

bondage slut.”

Following the instructions on the paper earlier, Grace had came to his office, stripped herself

naked waist-up, sat down in the space under Mr Shih’s table. Next she had taken out the black

strip of cloth, one end in each hand, opened her jaws, pulled the cloth gag between her teeth and

then tied the knot behind her head. She had then taken the cuffs out, snapped one side onto her

left wrist, bring it behind her back and snapped on the right wrist, cuffing herself securely. There

she waited in Mr Shih’s office, semi-naked on the floor, gagged, cuffed and helpless, until he

came in.

Mr Shih pulled out his chair and sat down on it. “Let me look at you,” he said, his eyes lighting

up as if he had found a new prize. “I’m sorry if our first time was a little rushed,” he said. Grace

had a flashback of how he raped her on his table when he found out how Royston was

blackmailing her.

“I won’t be so rough this time,” he continued in a low voice as he looked down at the girl, his

hand caressing her hair, “ – I promise…. After all, you’re my favorite employee grace.”

Mr Shih untied the knot at the back of Grace’s head, ungagging her. The strip of cloth came out of

her mouth, all wet and messy with her drool.

He moved his chair forward, extending his legs on either side of Grace’s shoulders as she faced

him. He liked how she was sitting on the floor on her side while waiting for him, her legs

modestly closed together behind her, restricted by the tight skirt. But now he was going to use

her mouth, and he wanted her on her knees for that.

It didn’t take long for Shih to be completely hard, with Grace on her knees, her mouth locked

around his cockmeat, her lips encircled three-quarters way down the base of his shaft.

“Royston tells me that Natasha has been teaching you how to give a blowjob without using

hands,” he said, enjoying the small warm mouth around his erection. As he spoke, his hands

ruffled her hair, grabbing it, twisting it with his fingers, messing it up with no regard to how she

might look later. “Isn’t that right, grace?”

Grace dislodged the cockshaft from her mouth by lifting her head up, her eyes looking up at him.

“Yes Sir,” she said in a soft voice.

“Oh please don’t stop. Just nod will do, I want to feel my cock throbbing inside your mouth as

you speak.”

With her hands cuffed behind her back, Grace repositioned herself again, her neck outstretched

so that her lips can reach the hard cock pointing skyward. Locking her mouth onto her target, she

slid it further down her mouth, and repeated her words. “Yyyesshh Shhhirr”

“Ah, yes. Marvellous,” said Mr Shih, feeling the vibrations from her voicebox massaging his

cockhead.

“Well I would like to test drive the new slut mouth today,” said Mr Shih, laying back to enjoy his

office cocksucker fellating him.

“Yyyesshh Shhhirr,” said Grace in her muffled voice with her cock-filled mouth.

The young executive commenced bobbing her head up and down on her boss’s veinous

manhood, relaxing her throat muscles as Natasha had taught her to.

“Ahhhhh…” responded Mr Shih in bliss, with the blowjob well underway. Months ago, Grace

was his star employee. Beautiful, capable, and with so much promise in the company. But

untouchable sexually. Now she was half-naked sucking his cock under his table. What a turn of

fortunes.

“So grace…”, said Mr Shih, loving how her tongue was swirling alternately below his cockhead

and on top, “.. have any of your male colleagues asked you out yet?”

Grace did not immediately reply, but she continued her vigorous cock-sucking. Mr Shih could

sense her hesitation. She was thinking. Hopefully not thinking of whether to lie to him or not.

Just thinking of why he would ask her this.

“Don’t lie to me, grace. I have ways of finding out. And if I find out that you lied to me, you will

be reported to Royston,” Shih said gravely.

“Yyyesssh Shhiirrr. Rrryyaann arrshh me ahh,”

“Ryan asked you out?”

The girl nodded as she slurped and swallowed on his throbbing cock. He could feel himself

getting close. He was so busy with work that he hadn’t blown his load for more than two weeks.

Sex with his wife wasn’t the way it used to be. Seeing Grace as a submissive slut had reawakened

his lust. He was not oblivious to the office gossip about Grace, given the kind of attention seeking

outfits she was wearing to work at Royston’s instruction.

“Just Ryan?” he chuckled, “and..?”

He could see it in her eyes, and the slight shaking of her head.

“You said no? Keep me posted if any of the guys ask you out grace. You have to go on a date

with anyone in the office who asks you, is that clear?”

He was enjoying his power over her. As his employee, her work life was under his power

anyway. Now he would also enjoy exerting his power over her personal life. Shih made a mental

note to talk to Royston soon about his plans for grace.

Mr Shih was groaning now, his hips thrusting up in rhythm to Grace’s continued bobbing of her

head, her mouth locked tight on his shaft. She was good. A good cock sucker. He was so close

now. Without even her using her hands.

“AND.. I want a detailed report.. of each and every date. Any compliments you receive. Any

presents received. You may not reject any. Where and when you are touched. I want to know

any advances made to my pretty slut. Is that clear? ”

Grace was answering in the affirmative in her muffled voice when she felt her boss’s ejaculate

shoot off in the roof of her mouth. “OHHH FUCKK,” said Mr Shih, letting the boiling load of

cum erupt in the girl’s throat and mouth.

Not being told to swallow or spit it out, she held it in her mouth as he continued cumming. Not

having cum for two weeks, he had a huge load to give her. He made another mental note to

congratulate Royston on his successful training of Grace. Maybe he would give Royston a

promotion in the office too.

TUESDAY, 9.05am

Royston leaned back on his chair, looking at his computer screen, his hands clasped over his

chest.

Already, there were bidders for grace. Royston looked through the bids online.

Other than the usual bids for puppy slaves and pony girls, there were three which caught his eye.

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Bidder: Meta Artist

Looking for: Nude model for December cover of photography magazine. Clear facial features and

natural breasts a must. Petite body type, light pubic hair and prominent labia lips preferred.

Duration: 3 days

Terms: Half payment upfront, half upon completion of shoot. All expenses paid. Legal rights to

all the photographs assigned to the magazine on a global, exclusive basis, in perpetuity.

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The name of the nude photography magazine was unspecified, but he recognized the moniker

“Meta Artist” that the agent used, from a conversation he had with Nakamori before. The

magazine was fairly mainstream, and operated a website where its clients can view and

download high resolution nude photographs of its models on a daily basis. The magazine prided

itself on using models of ‘natural beauty’ – no professional porn actresses or porn models with

oversized silicone tits.

Indeed many of the models were amateurs or semi-professional, usually under exclusive contract

with the magazine for a year once selected. They were usually young looking (some plain pretty

and some extraordinarily beautiful), ranging from 18 to 26 years old, and definitely do not look

like the average air-brushed, top-heavy Penthouse centerfold. While there are some models

featured who have C cups, many have B cup or A cup breasts, particular the younger ones (or

those who have a particularly nubile look). Invariably though, the daily cover of the magazine

would feature one of the girls completely nude with their pussies in full view. Many of the girls

were selected for having beautiful labia lips. Some shaven, others natural. Some with prominent

outer labia, others with prominent inner labia lips that protruded out.

Royston imagined many of the models the magazine used had signed up voluntarily – there are

plenty of women in the East European bloc that don’t mind baring their bodies for money and a

potential shot at a future modeling or acting career and possible fame. But for some reason Meta

Artist still sourced for new models through the Network, looking for girls that he knows may not

entirely be in their circumstances voluntarily. Whether the magazine knew or not about this,

Royston did not know, and did not care. Perhaps there is a certain type of look they looked for in

a cover girl. The eyes would be different. A girl in submissive bondage, who knows she was

owned, and her body was not hers to display, yet displaying it for all to see because her Master

commanded it. Versus a girl who was merely selling images of her body for money, brazen about

baring her nakedness.

Royston’s cock grew hard, thinking of Grace completely nude for the magazine’s issue for

Christmas. Where anyone she knew could easily access that website and see all her charms

displayed, with nothing left to the imagination. Grace could repay her debt to Nakamori and to

Royston and be let off the hook, or escape from them and hide under a new identity; she could

change jobs and get married and start a family. But once she modeled for this magazine, there

would be high resolution pictures of her naked body available on the Internet for anyone to view

or download, forever. Her nude pictures could be viewed by her future father-in-law. Hell it

could be viewed by her kids.

Wasn’t there the actress Hsu Chi who converted from her soft porn roots into mainstream acting.

Apparently she was getting married to a famous Hong Kong actor, but there were objections

from the actor’s parents. Must be something to do with the fact that the potential father-in-law

could easily google the daughter-in-law’s name and find himself staring at her pussy online.

Pictures from her past where she bared all. The Internet has no memory. Everything published

once is there forever. Deleted from one place but archived somewhere else. Someone would

always be able to find pictures of Hsu Chi’s pussy on the Internet, even after she has retired from

her soft porn career, even after she marries, have childen, and sends them to school.

Royston’s mouse pointer hovered above the Accept button on Meta-Artist’s bid. The assignment

was just for the duration of three days, and it paid handsomely. Grace’s air-ticket and her

handler’s air-ticket would be paid for.

That would really humiliate Grace.

And she could never reveal she was forced into posing nude of course, not unless she wanted the

video clips of her holes being probed and photographed ending up on the Internet too.

Of course, a clip on the Internet of an attractive young woman like Grace, peeing on herself and

having an orgasm while at it, would really destroy her chances of ever working in the corporate

world again. She might find a new job, maybe even work at the new company successfully for six

months or a year and not hear anything. She would feel safe again that her secret is safe if

nothing happens after a year, even though she would never quite be sure. The nagging feeling

would be there, that someone at work would find out. Just when she was all settled in, she might

receive an anonymous email or phone call (no doubt from someone at work who had found her

picture or video clip on the Internet while porn surfing), saying, “I know what you did Grace..

here’s the link I found of you.. ”, and the whole cycle of blackmail would start again.

Royston’s mouse pointer hovered on his screen for a few more seconds, before it moved to open

the next bid.

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

tokyo.com.

The story so far:

Grace feels the net of her blackmailers tightening on her. Besides having

photographs and videos of her gagged, bound and exhibited in degrading positions,

with vibrating dildos and butt plugs in her holes, having involuntary orgasms and

peeing, they also filmed her eating out a female colleague from work.

The two weeks that her Owner was away proved to be no break. Her surrogate trainers

seemed even more bent on shredding away any morsel of self-respect or dignity she

had left, making her provide sexual services to everyone around her – the hotel

bellboy, office janitor, mailroom man, boss at work. Would her male co-workers be

next?

CHAPTER 25 (MF,oral,rape,humiliation,toilet control)

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TUESDAY, 9.07am

Grace put the thumb drive into her computer at her cubicle. There was a video file inside.

Muting the speaker volume on her computer, she played the video clip. Steve the bellboy had told her that she

was to watch the video when she got to work.

The starting black screen faded out to show a light blonde-haired girl. She recognized the girl as Natasha, who

worked as a receptionist in Joe’s photography studio. Grace knew that she was also one of Nakamori’s sluts.

Natatsha was dressed in washed-out blue jeans and a hot pink jacket, sitting down on her side on a black floor

mat in a room with black walls. There was something strange about the jeans. When a guy comes into the view of

the camera and Natasha moved again, Grace saw the cut-out hole in the crotch area of her jeans. Her shaven

pussy was visible through the hole in the jeans. Nat looked flustered. Her eyes were nervous and she was unsure

of herself, unlike the aloof and overtly sexual creature that Grace has been familiar with.

The camera panned closer, and showed Natasha’s wrists being tied up by the same guy, who had stripped down

to his briefs. Still she struggled and squirmed on the mat, and one more guy came into the view of the camera.

The two guys knelt on either side of her, holding the blonde down, while a vibrator is pressed against her pussy

by a third guy. The next part occurred over the next three minutes of the clip.

One by one, thirteen guys walk up to Natasha, with one of the guys holding her head in position, and cum on her

face. Most of the guys just dumped their cum on her cheek, nose, or forehead, not really caring where their cock

happened to be pointing. Some of them had to jerk off a few final moments before they spewed their load all over

her face. Natasha was left on the mat with her face and hair covered in thick semen.

Wide-eyed and shocked, Grace could not stop watching.

Another scene faded in. Natasha was now on her knees sucking conscientiously on a dick. Before long, the guy

shot his runny semen on the side of her face and lips. With her fingers, Natasha scooped up the cum on her face

and the globules that dripped onto her body and began to rub it all over her tits, spreading the man-juice. As her

hand wiped the cum off her face, her eyes would focus on her hand for a split second and then look back into the

camera, happy as a kid sucking on candy. She even stuck her tongue out to the side to taste her fingers. Then, one

by one, a guy came up to her and shot semen on her face as she continues to taste it all while rubbing it all over

her tits. She is doing this with a big smile on her face, each ejaculate getting her happier, as if it is the happiest

moment of her life. Around thirteen guys cum all over her face and leave her as the scene ends with her taking it

all in with a smile as she continues to taste whatever is around her lips, rubbing it all over her tits.

The clip ended, leaving Grace slightly breathless, and her lower lip dry. She picked up her handbag to go to the

ladies to touch up.

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TUESDAY, 9.33am

Royston closed the bids on his computer and sat back.

Grace had been on good behavior so far this fortnight, even with the new rules. She did not complain a single bit.

This was why he had given a video-clip of Natasha’s training to her to watch. Grace had to know that someday

she might be the slut in the clip receiving bukkake treatment. Also, he had the bellboy Steve give her the clip, so

that she knows and would be reminded constantly that she was at Royston’s mercy. He controlled who would

know that she is a sex-slave, who would see her in her sordid state as a slut willing to do anything, who would

have access to photographs and video clips of her exploits, even who could fuck her.

He leaned even further back in his leather chair, folding his arms, and propping his feet up on his table.

Knock, knock. There was somebody at the door. Without removing his feet from the table in front of him,

Royston answered, “Come in.”

The door opened. It was the cocktoy he had been thinking about.

Grace stood there in her six-inch stiletto heels, slinky satin pink skirt and body-hugging tube-top. Her eyes met

Royston’s gaze for a second, and then she broke contact and looked at the floor. During that short moment when

Royston was watching her, she blinked and her fluttering lids showed off the bronze shadow. Her black eyeliner

made her eyes shine like jewels, and her nude lips were slightly parted. At that split second, Royston thought she

was the most beautiful woman in the world, and he only wanted to love and adore her. But it was for just a split

second. Grace walked in, and closed the door behind her.

“Right on time, Grace. Come here,” said Royston. The tall man turned to a velvet case he had on the shelf behind

him, held it up with both hands and put it back down on his table.

Grace walked up to his big table obediently, and around to his side.

Facing him, she lifted her pink skirt up with both hands, displaying her pretty panties to him.

“Looks like you aren’t as wet as yesterday,” observed Royston.

Royston opened the velvet case, and in there were three large benwa balls connected by a string.

Standing with her feet shoulder-width apart, Grace pulled her panties down to her knees, before holding up skirt

with her hands again. Royston examined her. He took his time to do so because he knew it humiliated her on the

inside to subject her pussy to being probed and inspected by him, even though on the outside she was completely

subservient to it. “Alright, bear down and push, Grace.”

Grace did as she was told. Slowly, the first benwa ball in her pussy appeared, and dropped into Royston’s hand.

The other two came out easily as Royston pulled on the connecting string that made each ball part Grace’s cunt

lips, and slip through. The balls were covered in her sticky juices. These set of benwa balls that were in her pussy

had been there since the same time yesterday. She could only take them out when she slept, and had to insert

them in the morning before she dressed for the bellboy in her hotel to choose the clothes she wore to work.

Royston held the wet balls in his left hand, and palmed the other set of benwa balls from the case into his right

hand. He moved both his hands up and down, testing their relative weight.

“These new ones you are wearing today are one size up from yesterday, Grace. They are also a tad heavier. But I

think you’re ready,” he said.

“Yes Sir, “ Grace replied submissively, as she bent her knees slightly and spread her feet slightly further apart.

Royston rubbed the first ball against her moist pussy lips to lubricate it, and then proceeded to push it in. With a

plop, it disappeared into the depths of Grace’s cunt, causing the young executive to grunt slightly. Royston used

his fingers to stuff the connecting string into her vulva, and then pushed the second ball up to follow the first. The

second ball was slightly larger than the first, and it stretched her cunt lips visibly as he pushed it in, until it too

got swallowed by Grace’s cunt. The third and final ball was the same size as the second but had tiny

protuberations covering its surface. Grace squirmed as Royston forcibly pushed it in. With all three balls inside

her pussy, Grace felt extremely uncomfortable. It felt as uncomfortable as if she had a full bladder, but was a

different sensation altogether.

Grace turned around, and leaned forward on Royston’s table, grasping the edge with her hands.

“Let’s take a look now at your butt plug.” Royston tugged on the handle of the butt plug that was made of clear

plastic, giving Grace an exquisite sensation which she suppressed. The butt plug came out with a pop, leaving her

anal hole slightly distended.

With her vagina emptied of benwa balls and her anal sphincter emptied of the butt plug, Grace felt .. empty.

Except that now her bladder was full. When her bladder was full and she was walking around on high heels with

benwa balls in her cunt and a butt plug in her ass, each step she took was an immense exercise in self control.

Every sudden move felt like she was on the verge of wetting herself. One time she had to transport some boxes in

this condition from the mail room to the library. She was in the elevator when someone bumped into the box she

was carrying in front of her tummy, causing the box to bump against her full bladder. That bump nearly cost her

to wet herself in the elevator, or orgasm, or both.

Normally Royston would help Nakamori to toilet train his sluts, and he also personally liked using benwa balls

on them. Nakamori on the other hand, if training his sluts personally, would have them wear a butt plug, to

remind them who owns their ass, and to prepare them early for anal sex. In this case, it was a special situation

where Grace was in high demand all around, and was so a crash course was necessary. She would undergo both

the benwa balls AND butt plug training simultaneously.

The butt plug of clear plastic was currently a size 4, which was by no means small for Grace’s body size. For a

petite girl, the benwa balls and butt plug treatment together was simply fascinating to watch when the toys went

into her twin holes. It was a real challenge for the girl to remain sane for every tiny move she made, she was on a

whole different plane of self awareness. Over the course of the next six weeks, the butt plug size would be

increased by 1 size each week, until she was at size 10. At that point, a petite girl could take a horse of a man into

her backdoor easily – maybe some black dude that was a pornstar or basketball player. Many clients of

Nakamori’s secret network enjoyed watching videos of a new girl being stretched to their full potential this way.

With a clear plastic butt plug of size 10, one could see the gaping hole of a girl’s anus being stretched fully even as

she is wearing the plug.

Royston extracted the butt plug from Grace’s ass, and contemplated asking her to lick it clean with her tongue.

“Thank you Sir, “ said Grace in her timid voice, “May this one go to the ladies now to relief herself?”

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Rule #5: grace may not pee without permission

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“Not yet.”

“Get below my table. Kneeling position.”

Awkwardly, Grace got down on her knees. It was not easy with the six inch heels. She climbed into the space

below Royston’s table, expecting her next humiliating instruction.

“Let’s do it a little differently today. When you go to the ladies to pee later, I want you to be holding my cum in

your mouth. Go into the cubicle, strip to your bra and panties. Give me a call on your cell phone, and keep the

line open. Sit on the toilet, pull down your panties to half-mast, hold your phone with your left hand. Hold it

close to your body – so close that I can hear the sounds,” he said, pausing to watch Grace’s forlorn face between

his knees.

“The sounds of me peeing Sir?” said Grace.

“No, the sounds of you masturbating. Your fingers dipping the clam, fiddling the fiddle. Maybe I should put back

the benwa balls in your pussy and the butt plug in your ass – it should make it more interesting for you as you try

to make yourself cum. As usual, ask for permission to cum when you hit the edge. You may swallow my cum

when I give you permission. The second after you orgasm, you may start peeing. For now, you know the drill.

You have thirty seconds to get me erect.”

Grace’s small hands quickly unzipped Royston and undid his pants. She deftly pulled down his briefs, and both

her hand and mouth got to work immediately, licking and sucking Royston’s cock to hardness.

Royston smiled to himself. By the end of the week, he would be able to report progress to Nakamori. The girl was

learning fast the art of pleasing men with her mouth. Can probably get most men to blow their loads in under

two minutes.

Grace’s tongue continued working on Royston’s shaft. She had made it fully erect now, and she started bobbing

her head up and down on it like an experienced cock-sucking whore. She winced as she remembered the disgust

she felt the day before when Tony was rubbing his exposed cock against her, and then came in a spurting torrent.

“Excellent, my little miss Grace is sucking like a pro,” commented Royston as he sucked the air in through his

nostrils.

Suddenly, there was a knock on Royston’s office door. Grace’s blood turned cold, and she quickly withdrew her

mouth from Royston’s rock hard cockshaft.

Royston answered, “Who’s there?”

“Ming here,” a dainty voice replied.

Royston made eye contact with Grace under his table, a devious expression on his face. He whispered to her,

“Don’t stop sucking, Grace. She doesn’t know you’re here, and she can’t see you. If you stop, I’m going to let

Ming find out who’s my personal hooker under the table.”

Grace felt a flash of humiliation, her mind reeling as she recalled the day of the photography shoot. Ming was

there too, blindfolded at all times, so she wouldn’t have seen Grace at the scene or known she was there. On that

day, Grace had been tricked to taste her colleague at work, Ming, because Grace was led to believe it was

Nakamori’s slave that she would be licking. Conversely, Ming had also tasted her colleague Grace’s pussy that

day, even if she did not know who it was because she was blindfolded. The two women had licked each other’s

privates, not knowing who each other was. They met each other at the workplace frequently, and Grace’s

knowledge that she had tasted her colleague embarrassed her whenever she talked to Ming, who was still in the

dark.

Grace had been thinking a lot about this – was Ming also in their power? Was she being controlled by them as

they controlled her? What did they have on Ming that they could blackmail her on? Ming was in the desktop flip-

calendar too ! Grace felt extremely conflicted each time she saw Ming in the office - she couldn’t question Ming

about any difficulty she may be facing, without giving away herself on how she knew. If Ming found out that

Grace was at the scene that day, it would be a matter of time before Ming figured out that the unknown female

whose tongue had pleasured her to orgasm was Grace. Grace couldn’t let that happen. She stayed mum about the

whole thing.

Royston cleared his throat, and said “Come in !”

The door opened, and Ming walked in. She was dressed in a plain white blouse and a long figure-hugging skirt.

Her raven black hair looked straighter than ever, falling softly on her shoulders. She was clutching two document

folders under her arm.

Royston gestured to the chair opposite his table. “Take a seat, Ming,” he said, a twinkle in his eye as he stared

confidently at the attractive young woman, his eyes boring through her clothes as he imagined what she wore

underneath. “I’ve been expecting you, ” he said, moving himself slightly forward, and so sinking his cock deeper

into Grace’s throat.

Grace’s eyes opened wide, and she fought to control that retching feeling when the tip of Royston’s cockhead hit

the back of her throat. If she gagged now, Ming would be sure to hear her ! Her eyes streamed tears as she forced

her throat to relax, so that the entire cockshaft could go further in till the cock tip was past the back of her throat.

Her deep-throating training has come into use after all; with concentration she had managed not to utter a single

sound as Royston jammed his cock into the mouth of the slut hiding under the table. Her bladder was also super-

full, and she tethered on the edge of actually letting all her pee out.

Oblivious to what was happening under the table, Ming replied, “Thank you” to Royston. The long haired

demure beauty did not meet his gaze, but approached the chair in front of his table, and smoothed her skirt as she

sat down. As Royston watched her move, particularly at the outline of the well-endowed girl’s twin globes under

her blouse, his cock twitched with the memory of how the tall slender lass looked last week blindfolded

helplessly as she was seated in front of him at Joe’s studio like she was now. The only difference was that back

then she was dressed only in a bra, hiding her buxomly assets until he ripped off the undergarment. And of

course back then, her wrists were cuffed behind the chair she was sitting on.

His erection grew even harder, knowing that Ming had no idea it was he who had fucked her that day, for she

stayed blindfolded the whole time, and he did not speak a single word so she couldn’t recognize his voice. Under

the table, Grace’s mouth continued sucking on his cock quietly. The cocksucker had slowed down from earlier,

but no matter, he would take longer to enjoy this.

Ming seemed to notice how Royston was staring at her. Although there were many admirers in the office, most

would only stare at her from a distance or from the side in common areas such as the reception (where she

sometimes had to fill in for the receptionist) or while lining up for the coffee machine. Few would stare at her so

blatantly. Feeling uncomfortable, Ming handed one of the two folders she was clutching to Royston, her long

straight hair falling across half her face and shoulder as she stretched forward with her right hand.

Royston let her outstretched hand linger for a second, before he reached out and grasped the folder. “Thank you,

Ming” he said softly, his eyes still focused keenly on her fair face.

“May I deliver the presentation now Royston?”

“Yes, of course. Stand up in front of the projection screen as you do it, “ Royston added, “like the actual day.”

Mr Ko had a knack for hiring beautiful secretaries. In this company, they didn’t just do administrative work like

keeping track of their boss’s appointments, making travel arrangements and filing documents. Mr Ko knew how

a pretty face could make a difference to a business deal. He would hire beautiful and smart women who could

also attend meetings with him and deliver client presentations. Ming was such an example. Being the busy man

that he is however, Mr Ko would not have the time to make sure that her presentations were polished enough.

This is where Royston would come in. Ming would rehearse her presentation with Royston ahead of a meeting.

As usual, Royston would have Ming switch off the lights in the room as she stood in front of the screen. This

would typically be the type of environment where Ming had to deliver her presentation - a conference room,

usually filled with businessmen around the table, looking at her while she stood in front, next to the projection

screen where the slides are being shown. The room lights are usually dimmed or turned off so as to allow the

projection on-screen to show clearly. More importantly, it made the men she was presenting to more at ease as

she stood at the front of the room – the spotlight was clearly on her, and in the semi-darkness it wouldn’t be so

apparent that their eyes were roving over her body as she presented, while she could not see them clearly.

Ming started her verbal presentation, without the use of any slides being actually shown on the screen. She had to

memorise the content of each slide.

Royston leaned back in his chair, sliding his ass slightly forward. His face was hidden in the shadows as the

room’s lights overhead were switched off. His hand massaged the back of Grace’s head, reminding the executive

to keep sucking his erect cock as he watched the taller girl presenting to an imaginary audience. His other hand

double-clicked on a file in his directory, playing a silent video-clip on his desktop.

Grace felt like her bladder was going to burst, but she kept the blowjob going diligently, using her mouth to

massage Royston’s cockshaft.

Four minutes later, the presentation was over. Royston spoke, “Very good Ming. You need more pauses to make

eye contact with your audience though. “

“Got it Royston. Thank you, ” replied Ming, nodding.

“It was a little more rushed than usual. Are you nervous thinking about the actual presentation?” Royston’s cock

twitched in Grace’s busy mouth.

“Yes, I am,” said Ming.

“Can’t blame you,” said Royston, smiling wryly, “it will be your first presentation in a bikini won’t it?”

Indeed, Royston was thinking to himself, not only would Ming be presenting in a bikini, she would be presenting

to a group of more than ten men, potential investors in a major resort development project. The presentation is to

be held at a beach resort itself, so everything else is resort-themed, including waitresses serving cocktails with

little umbrellas sticking out at the top, and women in bikinis handing out investment prospectuses. The bikinis

were sponsored by another company who would be co-investing in the project, so all the female executives at the

presentation had to wear them.

“Yes,” said Ming, clutching the folder tightly in her hand.

Mr Ko had convinced Ming that her dressing in a bikini to do the presentation was essential to the company

closing the deal. It was all part of creating the atmosphere. Ming had agreed, reluctantly. What Ming did not

know was that even though she had provided her bikini top size as 34D to the resort, on the day of the

presentation itself, she would be told that there were no more sizes for her. She would have no choice but to wear

a bikini top that would be two cup sizes smaller. Her assets would be practically spilling out of their cups during

the presentation.

“Run along now. I will tell Mr Ko that you will do a fantastic job in impressing your audience, ” said Royston to

Ming.

As Royston watched the fine piece of ass exiting his door, he started humping Grace’s mouth with greater

urgency. She had been giving him fellatio now for the last six minutes.

“OHhhh, FFUCKK ..ggrace…,” muttered Royston, “I’ve not emptied my ballsac for the last week!”

“I’m saving it all for you….” he said, grabbing the back of her head tightly with both hands as he fucked her

mouth hard, using it as nothing more than a fuck-hole.

“Guess what I have on my screen, grace my little fucktoy,” he said pulling the girl out from under the table, and

turning his chair clockwise so that Grace was now kneeling on the floor beside his chair. His hand pressed against

the back of her head toward his groin, controlling her every movement as he rotated his chair , thus keeping his

cock inside her mouth the whole time. His tight grip kept Grace’s face close to his groin and her nose buried in his

pubic hair – she had no choice but to be led by him, crawling on her knees to the new position that he wanted her

in, her mouth stuffed with cockmeat.

“I’M going to cum very soon Grace. Look at the screen of my monitor. Watch what a slut you are as you swallow

every drop of my sperm.”

Grace turned her eyes toward the monitor screen, while her mouth stayed in place. Her head being used as a

fuckhole by Royston seemed to have faded into a background process; she allowed him to abuse her mouth

anyway he wanted, for her mind and eyes were glued to the video-clip that was playing on the screen. That was

what Royston was watching on the screen during the four minutes of Ming’s presentation earlier.

She saw herself for the first time, on the screen. She could recall all her experiences vividly from that last photo

session obviously, but this felt different. She was watching herself performing on screen, like anybody else would

be seeing her if they watched the clip. The person on-screen seemed like a different person; she wanted it to be a

different person. But yet, it was undeniably her. Grace.

Royston watched the embarrassment and shame crossing Grace’s face as her eyes watched the screen, bringing

him closer to his climax as his rock-hard cock slid in and out of her submissive mouth.

On the screen, Ming was blindfolded, cuffed and tied standing to a rack behind her with her thighs spread and

feet more than shoulder-width apart. Grace saw herself blindfolded, kneeling between Ming’s legs, lapping

vigorously at Ming’s exposed pussy, tonguing her slit. Every few seconds, Grace would push her face and chin

up and against Ming’s pubes, burrowing her tongue deeper into her friend’s pussy. Ming started to orgasm,

squirting her juices all over Grace’s face.

“Yes you loved eating out your friend Ming didn’t you, Grace? Look how you made her squirt, you nasty cunt-

licking slut.”

The scene cut to one where Grace was blindfolded herself, tied to the rack with a dildo gag in her mouth. She

recognized immediately the exact point of the scene that she was in, remembering with an overwhelming sense

of shame and tingling sensation in her pussy now as she recalled the tense state that her body was in then. Her

over-stimulated body was poised for a violent orgasm. Her nipples had been sucked on repeatedly, and a

vibrating dildo applied to her exposed cunt in steps of increasing intensity.

With his cockshaft pistoning in and out of her soft warm mouth, Royston saw once again the intense humiliation

in Grace’s eyes as it dawned on her what the video would show next. She would cum hard on-screen twice, the

second less than thirty seconds after the first, orgasming more than a total of four times that whole evening.

“You’re a FUCKING cum-HOE Grace. JEEESUS !!” Royston exploded in a guttural groan.

On the screen, somebody’s hand had attached a plastic bulb to the end of the dildo gag in Grace’s mouth. The

bulb contained a viscous white liquid - semen. Semen belonging to a stranger or strangers. Grace never found out

who the donors were. The bulb was squeezed a few seconds before her orgasm hit, depositing the semen directly

into her mouth.

As Grace watched herself orgasming on screen, she was only mildly aware that Royston was cumming into her

mouth for real at that very moment. The feeling of the warm load spreading in her oral cavity reminded her, but

her mind wasn’t there.

She swallowed his load without fuss, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Her eyes were fixated on her

on-screen self cumming hard. It was like an out of body experience, watching a wanton slut orgasm, then

realizing the wanton slut was herself.

For some reason, her body now felt very relaxed. There was a feeling of warmth spreading below her waist too.

On screen, her petite body was jerking very obviously on the rack, the veins in her neck standing out as she

screamed in her gag, tasting something sticky and tangy like what she was feeling now for real in her mouth. And

then she orgasmed shortly again as more white semen was freshly injected into her mouth by a hand squeezing

the bulb. Semen belonging to an unknown donor or donors.

Royston dislodged his spent cock from the well-dressed executive sprawled on the floor. Grace had a far-away

look on her face. She had swallowed his load dutifully, just like she swallowed everything in the video clip,

leaving just the taste of man-cum in her mouth.

Royston zipped up. He was pleased with himself. Grace was adjusting to her new self-identity, changing her way

of how she saw herself. The guilt would be used against her will, and gradually the guilt will be replaced with

uninhibited pleasure. For that purpose, it was important for Grace to see another woman’s juices on her face,

seeing herself making another female cum, and seeing herself cumming as she tasted an unknown man’s cum. It

didn’t matter who’s cum it is for the new grace – man or woman’s, she was a slut who would enjoy anybody’s

cum.

And the crowning glory that was complete in her humiliation? Royston sniggered at the young woman, nude on

the carpeted floor, a sudden look of distress on her face. The bitch had soiled the carpet.

That dirty little bitch. She better work on her toilet training.

WEDNESDAY, 9.31am

“Grace?”

Grace looked up from her cubicle. It was Ming.

Grace broke eye contact quickly, remembering how she had soiled the carpet in Royston’s office the previous day

after Ming’s unexpected visit. Afterwards she had to call the office maintenance people to come and replace the

carpet. The scent of urine was unmistakable. When asked what happened, Royston had made sure that she would

say that a customer brought his dog to Royston’s office for a meeting with Royston and Grace, and the bitch

stained the carpet.

“Grace, you’re requested to join in an urgent meeting with Mr Shih. He’s with Jim and Ryan, “ said Ming.

“Thank you,” said Grace matter of factly, as if she already was expecting it.

In reality, she didn’t like the sound of that. Nevertheless she could not afford to dally. She did not dare ask Ming

what was it about, in case it would lead to something embarrassing.

The smartly dressed executive picked up her notebook, following Ming’s lead and walking with her to her

supervisor’s office.

Ming knocked on the door, and opened it. Sticking her head of long black silky hair inside, she informed Mr Shih

that she had brought Grace.

The other two men’s eyes lit up when they saw Grace enter the office. She was smartly dressed in a designer suit

of course, but the hem of the skirt did look unusually short, like above her mid-thigh. If she sat down on one of

the bar stools in the pantry, or on one of those low sofa chairs in Mr Shih or Mr Ko’s offices, her skirt would be

sure to ride up. Even if she did pull it down, it would be so tight and short that it would be impossible not to be

able to spot her panties, unless she was skilful enough to cross her legs while sitting down. Unfortunately or

fortunately for them, they did not know that Grace was under strict instructions not to cross her legs while sitting

down.

Mr Shih did not stop talking as Grace was entering the room. Ming closed the door, leaving Grace inside. Grace

found an empty seat across from Jim and Ryan and sat down. They both glanced at the attractive young woman

seemingly move in slow motion as she was preoccupied with parking her fine ass down. If they were quick

enough, they would spot her panties before she crossed her legs. Grace did not cross her legs.

Arrgh, saved by the notebook ! Jim and Ryan were a little disappointed. Their pretty colleague was smart enough

to put her notebook on her lap when she sat down. But maybe they would get lucky if she had to write in her

notebook.

“So, in summary, we have three groups of Japanese investors arriving this Friday. Jim, you will handle all the

hotel accommodations – use Ming to help you but I want you to supervise this thoroughly. We cannot afford any

screw-ups. Ryan, I want you to be in charge of the entertainment programme for our visitors after the business

talks have concluded on Saturday. Grace, you will handle all the logistics for the presentation venue. Book the

biggest conference room that the hotel has – we are expecting twenty potential investors plus ten from our side.

You will also be in charge of all the presentation materials – copies, charts, CDs to take away. Are we all clear?”

“Yes Mr Shih,” said Jim. “Yes, very clear,” said Ryan. “Yes Sir, “ said Grace. Her form of address raised a couple

of eyebrows in the room.

“Alright move along then. I expect an update from all of you first thing Thursday morning. Grace, stay back, ”

said Mr Shih.

Jim and Ryan filed out of the room, closing the door behind them.

Mr Shih stood up, went to the corner of his room and poured himself a cup of warm water. “Would you like one

Grace?”

“No thank you, Sir,” replied Grace, her hands feeling a little cold. She heard a click and looked up, and realized

that Mr Shih had pushed the lock in his office door.

Grace felt a bolt of cold run up her spine and through her heart.

“What did I hear you just say?” said Mr Shih, raising his voice slightly.

Grace felt a knot in her throat.

“Get over here,” he said coldly to her. Grace got up from her seat and walked over to him sheepishly.

“What did I tell you about saying ‘no’, Grace?” Mr Shih was eyeing her up and down.

“I – I’m sorry, Sir. I – “ Grace stuttered, and was cut off when Mr Shih pushed the glass of her toward her lips.

“You aren’t allowed to say ‘no’ to any demands made to you by anybody in this company, do you understand?”

Mr Shih said sternly, “You will drink when I want you to,” he said, pushing the edge of the glass against her

mouth and starting to tip the glass, forcing Grace to drink from it quickly to avoid splashing all the water on

herself. “Put your hands down on your side too, and drink up like a good girl.”

Grace gulped down the water as fast as she could, but still Mr Shih tipped the glass faster and faster with his

hand. Grace sputtered, not being able to keep up, sending a mouthful of water and the remaining water in the

glass splashing onto her bosom.

Calmly, Mr Shih put the empty glass down on the table beside them, smiling as he kept his eyes on the now wet

executive standing in front of him. Grace’s white blouse was a little thin to begin with. The wet material was now

semi transparent and sticking to her bra-encased bosom. The bright purple demi-bra that the bellboy picked out

for her to wear that day to work was visible underneath the blouse.

“Nice choice of lingerie !” chuckled Mr Shih, staring at the form of her slim body silhouetted nicely below her

blouse. Grace looked somewhat distressed that her boss had just effectively emptied half a glass of water on her

chest, but she had the sense not to say anything.

“You’d better take off that jacket before you ruin it,” said Mr Shih, reaching for her jacket collar. Sensibly, Grace

kept quiet again as her supervisor pulled the jacket off her back and her arms. Grace shut her eyes, trying to block

out the images of how she was raped by him from her mind.

“What do you think was on Ryan and Jim’s mind just now when they saw you Grace?”

Mr Shih walked slowly behind her, out of her sight. His hand stayed on her shoulder, a clear signal that she

should remain where she was standing.

“I don’t know Sir..” said Grace helplessly.

“OH yes you do, Grace,” replied Mr Shih. “Don’t you pretend now to be innocent Grace. What do you see in their

eyes?”

Grace hesitated a few moments before she replied softly, “Lust, Sir.” Her eyes were lowered.

“They want to fuck you Grace,” said Mr Shih smiling wryly, “ – just as I will be doing to you very shortly.”

“Yes, so you see it Grace. You saw it in their eyes. But I want you to tell me in your own words. I want to hear

you say it.”

“I saw them look at me with lust in their eyes Sir. I can see them wanting me…” Grace forced herself to say, the

shame making her voice quiver, “.. I can see them wanting to fuck me.”

“Lust,” said the middle aged man, “that’s a good word. Lust, and caution. They have to be careful don’t they.

Nobody wants to be sued for sexual harassment. But they don’t know your secret of course.”

Mr Shih had slid his hands down to her hips, standing behind Grace’s petite body as he spoke closely to her ear.

“They don’t know what a whore you are. That’s right, you are a little whore of the company.”

In a sudden motion, Mr Shih violently pulled the hem of Grace’s tight skirt up to her waist, pushing her forward

against the big table simultaneously so that she fell forward and had to prop her upper body up with her

outstretched arms.

“Look at my little whore,” said Mr Shih, gazing boldly at Grace’s exposed cunt, sitting between the pair of garters

that were holding up her sheer black stockings from her waist. She was not wearing panties today, courtesy of

Steve the bellboy. Grace suffered the indignity of her exposed position silently. Shih’s strong hand on her back

kept her in an imbalanced posture leaning forward on the table, as he kicked her feet apart. She stood as if she

was in a position to be frisked by a police officer.

“What would Ryan think if he knew you were walking around the office without panties, I wonder,” taunted Mr

Shih as he enjoyed the back view of Grace’s well-trimmed cunt. A tiny string was visible sticking out of her vulva.

It was the string that attached to the Burmese bells. Grace had been practicing so often now that she could hold

the metallic balls in her pussy even without panties. The string was to facilitate retrieval.

“I like how Royston keeps you pantiless under your business suit,” he said, putting his fingers to her cunt lips

and massaging them. “The next time we are in any meetings, I want you to always stay back alone after the

meeting after everyone is gone, and then ask if I would like to fuck you. I like it that you can be taken from

behind by anyone, even without removing any of your clothes. Whore. ”

The w word stung her. Royston knew about Grace’s sensitivities, and made sure that everyone in this, including

Mr Shih, Mr Ko, and Nakamori, would exploit this against her. The verbal humiliation was an important

component in breaking her down psychologically. Mr Shih tugged the string that attached to the three Burmese

bells in her cunt – firm enough that she could feel it, but not so hard that the bells would come out.

“I know what you’re thinking Grace,” said Mr Shih. “You’re telling yourself, ‘I’m not a whore. I’m not a whore’”.

He laughed cruelly. “But there you are sitting in the meeting just now, in your tight blouse and cock-teasing skirt,

knowing that Ryan and Jim were both thinking about fucking you. Any of the guys in the office can simply unzip

their pants, take out their cock, and fuck you in the pussy by just lifting up your skirt, Grace. And while your

mind denies this, your little cunny is just getting wet thinking about this the whole day. ”

“Look!” Mr Shih withdrew a finger that had just swabbed itself across Grace’s slit between parted lips. His finger

was glistening with her moisture in the garish office light. Kept on a constant routine of benwa balls or Burmese

bells milling around in her cunt, a butt plug in her tight asshole, a remote-controlled vibrator taped to her clit

over her panties three times a week, extremely high heels and ultra short skirts that kept her whole body tense

and taut the whole day, Grace had no control over her natural bodily response to secrete copious amounts of

lubrication. She was leaking.

Put in a situation which reminded her exactly of her last experience being raped in this very office by the same

man, she still couldn’t help her body from pumping the adrenaline through her system, and her sexual organs

from preparing themselves for assault. The juices that her pussy was now so shamefully secreting were also a

natural protection mechanism.

Mr Shih’s thumb and index finger were grasping firmly on the string sticking out of her pussy. He tugged on the

string a little harder now, increasing his strength gradually, watching the reaction that Grace’s body had as the

metallic balls in her cunt pulled back. The weight of the balls, and the suction effect that Grace’s tight pussy had

was counter-balancing the force that Mr Shih exerted in pulling the string. He pulled a little harder, and with a

little plop, the first shiny smooth ball emerged with a little jingle. It was covered with a sticky film of Grace’s

juices.

“Whore.” Mr Shih repeated to her face.

At the point that the first ball popped out of her pussy entrance, Mr Shih noted that Grace’s cunt hole and

puckered anus (around the rubber butt plug) moved, tightening for a split second before the pelvic muscles

relaxed. Her birth canal was naturally resisting the pull, keeping the second and third Burmese bell still inside her.

He pulled the string again, keeping it at a tension that was just sufficient to slowly pull the next ball out of her

vulva. He enjoyed the involuntary contraction that Grace felt when that happened. He wanted the sensation to

last for her – the sensation of her pussy lips distending to allow the metallic ball through. As the second ball was

emerging, he tapped the small ring of the butt plug in her anus, causing Grace to flinch deliciously, causing a tiny

involuntary contraction that propelled the second Burmese bell out into his palm. He grinned, enjoying the

humiliation that Grace felt and swallowed quietly. He repeated this with the third and final ball, holding the

small butt plug handle between his thumb and index finger, and jiggling it back and forth in her asshole, causing

Grace to gurgle in an embarrassed gasp, as the last shiny ball emerged from her cunt with another audible jangle.

Finally, Mr Shih had the entire string of Burmese bells dangling from his fingers. They were completed covered

with a semi whitish and transparent film that said to him that the balls have been working around inside this

attractive female executive the whole morning. He didn’t understand why Royston insisted to have Grace be

filled with these toys when she came to work every day, but know he knew that it reinforced her sense of

submission and being controlled.

Grace was shorter than Mr Shih by almost a head, even with the heels. Mr Shih set down the Burmese bells on the

table. He was a stout, strong man, so he easily controlled her body like a puppet. He grabbed the petite executive

by both shoulders. Her skirt was still hiked around her waist, while her white blouse was soaked and see-through.

He turned her around roughly to face him, but pushed her back so again her outstretched arms behind her

supported the weight of her upper body, while her butt pressed against the edge of the table.

Mr Shih had been married for twenty years. He loved his wife and was not particularly fond of womanizing like

Mr Ko and Nakamori. He merely saw it as part of business deal making. Part of the drinking and cigar-smoking

and bringing important clients out for entertainment.

But here we have Grace, a stunning young executive at his company, twenty years younger than himself, totally

in his control. Obviously there had been younger women before who threw themselves at him, sometimes at the

behest of business rivals out to steal information or to distract him from a handsome deal they were trying to win,

or sometimes for personal gain. Some of these young women were brokers who wanted his business.

Occasionally he would indulge himself, never taking any risks, but at any rate not too often. But a beautiful

young thing like Grace – a promising and capable employee he recruited into the company - he did not imagine

this at all. His ability to control Grace intoxicated him. Royston had showed him how.

He didn’t want to at first. He could not believe it when his star employee was found to be stealing money from

the company. He was disappointed. He was even angry. He didn’t want to send her to jail, but somehow

someone had to be accountable, and had to put the money back. Royston convinced him that he had found a way,

that she was willing to ‘do things’ to keep it quiet. He never imagined this. But he was going to enjoy it.

Thoroughly.

Mr Shih brought his face close to Grace’s young cunt, inhaling her scent in. Her ass was pressed against the edge

of the table. She stood there, her feet shoulder width apart, the tops of her stockings exposed with her skirt so

obscenely inverted upwards to expose her neatly trimmed bush. Her arms were behind her, her hands grasping

the edge of the table. Grace was reluctant but submissive.

Mr Shih took off his coat, draping it on the sofa. “You’re too damn beautiful Grace,” he said, moving his face

closer to her crotch, but his eyes locked on her eyes. “I was in Korea yesterday with Mr Ko. He was telling me

about the Japanese group who wanted to invest in the casino project. But I found myself losing focus. His words

were just going into one ear and coming out the other. Instead I had the image of you half-naked and bent over

my table, with Ryan fucking you.”

Mr Shih stared at Grace’s pussy. It was a fine looking pussy. He had not eaten one so young for some time. He

was going to enjoy eating Grace, and making her all wet, sloppy and juicy. It would humiliate her greatly, to

know that she was juicing for the man who would going to fuck her a second time against her will.

“I’m going to tongue-fuck you Gracie,” he said to her tenderly.

At this moment, Grace only had three things on her mind, and it wasn’t that Mr Shih was going to fuck her pussy

after he has made her wet, or even about whether he was going to cum in her pussy or in her mouth later. The

first thing was that she wondered if Mr Shih’s secretary, or Ryan or Jim would suspect anything, given that she

was alone in his office for so long after the discussion ended. The second thing on her mind was that she would

be walking out of her boss’s office later with her blouse all wet. In fact the water has seeped down her blouse so

much so that even her skirt was wet near the navel. She would have to hide this somehow from the prying eyes in

the office, and get to the ladies to use the hands dryer. She could use her jacket to hide her wet front! The third

thing on Grace’s mind was that she had to pee. It has been 3 hours since her last visit to the ladies, and every time

she needed to pee she had to seek permission from Royston, or any of the men who had used her if Royston was

not able to reply. She would usually text message him, although sometimes he wanted her to ask him on the

phone just to humiliate her.

As if reading her mind, Mr Shih produced a jar from his drawer. It was a round glass jar, slightly taller than a

mug, with one of those air-tight lids. “I got a message from Royston before the meeting. He told me that your

peeing time is due, right about now.”

Mr Shih grinned as a deep flush developed around Grace’s neck, face and bosom.

He stuck a white sticky label on the outside of the glass jar.

“What he said intrigued me. So, he didn’t ask me to do this Grace. I requested for it. “

“Yes,” he nodded in response at the incredulous, and humiliated look on her face. “Your trainer told me that he

needs your urine sample to test that you have been taking the pills that you are supposed to be taking. I requested

to be the one collecting your pee pee for him. You will urinate into this jar in front of me, right after I tongue-fuck

you. ”

Five minutes later, Grace’s juices were leaking all over her thighs, and smeared over Mr Shih’s face, as he lifted

his mouth off her pussy. Grace had to hold her lips apart with her hands while the older man was running his

tongue up and down the length of her pussy and then tongue fucked her. This wasn’t the most humiliating, even

though she had to stop herself from moaning out while her boss was eating her. Grace squatted down on the floor

in his office, with her skirt hiked up around her waist. In her hand, she held the open glass jar positioning it in

front of her wee-hole. “Please Sir.. Mr Shih, I really can’t do it,” she pleaded piteously, “not with you here.

Watching me like that.”

“Yes you can. You have to. That way I can tell Royston that it is definitely your pee. Now don’t spill anything on

my floor. Or your jacket will have to mop it up.”

Grace’s face reddened and she tried to make herself go. She could imagine the immense humiliation and

complete degradation now if someone accidentally came through the door now and saw her like that. Like a little

doggie bitch getting ready to piss on the public street in full view of onlookers.

“Go on Grace. Your bladder is full. You can feel it can’t you. Or do you need to drink another glass of water?”

“Oh gawd.. “ Grace muttered as she heard the first stream of urine splash the inside of the jar, making a loud

hollow sound of a jar being filled, and feeling the sensation of relief as her full bladder started to empty. Mid-

stream, she sheepishly opened her eyes and saw Mr Shih’s head cocked sideways, and looking at her with great

interest as she continued filling up the glass jar with her light yellow piss.

“That’s a good girl,” Mr Shih said, as the girl reached the end and the stream dwindled into a trickle. Grace let the

final drops drip into the jar. The jar was four-fifths full. She capped the lid back tightly, and placed it on her

boss’s table, fighting the intense degradation that she felt at pissing into a jar in front of her supervisor and then

giving it to him like she was some sort of animal with absolutely no dignity.

Mr Shih took a black ink marker, and wrote on the label on the outside of the jar. Her name in full.

“Just so we don’t have any mix-ups who’s piss this is,” the man said solemnly. “And now I’m going to fuck you

silly.” Watching the girl’s humiliation in the last few minutes had made him rock hard. He couldn’t wait to sink

his prick into the tight pussy of the young executive.

With that, he pushed the girl onto his table, and spread her legs with his strong hands. He pressed the knob of his

venous cock against her slit and eased it inside. Grace trembled uncontrollably, thrashing a little and wincing at

the pain. He had her pinned to the table, so she could not escape the pressing onslaught, but her trembling grew

wilder.

The stout middle-aged man paused his penetration of his prey momentarily, using one hand to press her back

down while the other hand disengaged his belt and pulled it free from his pants. He used the belt to tie Grace’s

wrists together behind her back, sharply pulling it tight, and securing it. He knew she could not, and would not

escape even if her hands were free, but immobilizing Grace’s small hands behind her back with his makeshift

restraint increased his excitement.

Grace couldn’t suppress moaning out aloud as he forced her cunt open and slid the first inch of his thick cock into

her. She started to scream as he speared his full erection inside her, then quickly stifled her own scream – afraid of

being heard by people who might be walking in the busy corridor outside Mr Shih’s office.

The already well-lubricated walls of her tight pussy meant that in one stroke, her rapist had sank himself to the

hilt. Or so she thought. Then he gripped her hips in both hands and thrust hard, driving the last inch of his

cockshaft into her at once.

She screamed quietly, then burst into fresh sobs. He thrust again, and again, burying his thick cock inside her

tight belly. He moved his hips in slow circles, tearing his cock around inside her guts. His hands slid up and

down her sides, feeling the heart beating of her small chest.

He began to angle his cock upwards inside her, hammering her young cervix. Her sobs sounded like hiccups now,

timed together with his merciless thrusts, as his fingers dug under the sides of her soft bosom, searching for her

small hard nipples, and pinching them. He mashed her pert breasts flat against her ribs, then spread his hands to

grip her soft bosom cruelly, pulling her petite body sharply against him, as his hips lunged forcibly in the other

direction, driving himself deep into her fresh violated pussy.

“How do you like being fucked while wearing your six inch heels, Grace?” grunted Mr Shih, “New experience?

Get used to it.”

He loomed over her, bending forward till his chest pressed down completely against her naked back, and his chin

was pressed into her shoulder blade. His left arm encircled around the front of her chest just below her neck,

pulling her soft body back against his, and his hips slowly began to grind into her ass. With her hands restrained

behind her by his belt, Grace felt like a helpless rag-doll.

He thrust into her with hard strokes, his cockshaft sliding steadily out then thrusting in hard, sliding back out

then thrusting in hard again. Each deep penetration jerked her body and brought a cry from her whimpering lips.

Every now and then, he would use one hand to pull her hair back, and his free hand to push the butt plug up,

forcing the gasping girl to her tiptoes.

Mr Shih began to really give it to Grace then, his body humping her small frame wildly, right arm in an armlock

over her chest and under her armpits, left arm over her abdomen guiding her hips to where his cock pistoning

back and forth would hit her sweet spot over and over again. Cock knob grinding heavily into her cervix, hips

slapping nosily into her ass-cheeks, steel-hard shaft tormenting her pussy lips.

He growled and bit down on the side of her shoulder near her collar bone, his teeth making an imprint on her as

he pounded her shaking, trembling, doll-like body with his own heavy set frame. Grace screamed in pain.

The man dislodged the butt plug from her anus with his hand, used his fingers to titillate her rim, and then

renewed his pounding of her sex. Just before he was ready to climax, he inserted both his middle and fourth

fingers into her emptied anal passage, forcing the girl to ride his hand up to her tiptoes again. Feeling her anus

contract involuntarily on his wriggling fingers, he spread them cruelly, dragging a squealing orgasm out of her.

The contractions of her tight pussy around his cock shaft was the last straw. He came, blasting into her pussy,

sending sprays of hot cum sluicing down the stretched walls of her young womb as her uncontrolled spasms

milked his cock. He arched his back, grabbing the belt that restrained both her wrists, pulling her tiny body

toward his ejaculating cock, sealing her pussy lips with the base of his cockshaft as he emptied several loads of his

semen into helpless Grace.

Before he grew limp and withdrew his cock from her, he saw the black ink marker he used, still on the table. An

idea crossed his mind. He had seen the pictures that Joe had taken of Grace. Now’s his chance to be artistic too.

Picking up the marker, he scrawled on her naked back. “A GOOD FUCK”. He let his cock slide out, and stepped

back.

Grace’s buttocks were quivering with her sobs, but Mr Shih carefully used her ass as a graffiti wall. “CUM

DUMP”, he wrote. His pen drew a big arrow downwards from each of her cheeks pointing to her pussy, which

were incidentally leaking globs of his semen as he was drawing on her body. The cum drooled out of her bruised

pussy lips, some running down her leg and some dripping onto the floor. He would make sure that Grace would

clean up the floor later with her tongue when she finished crying.

Since she wasn’t wearing panties today, he couldn’t ask her to wear back her panties and so keep his cum close to

her pussy. That would have been fun in its own right, imagining how she would feel at the end of the day when

the semen would dry up and her panties would be caked up and feel like paper. But Mr Shih decided that Grace

wasn’t allowed to clean up or wipe away anything unless it was below the hemline of her skirt – as she went

about her day, he would want her to feel his semen dribbling slowly out of her abused cunt, decorating the inside

of her thighs.

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

The story so far:

With Grace’s reluctant submission to Nakamori, Royston moves forward with her training to the next level.

To deepen her programming into a complete slut, she is made to take the bus to work with benwa balls

inside herself, learns from Natasha the art of fellatio without hands, and watches videos of Nat

enjoying massive facials. Grace’s boss, Mr Shih gets to test-drive her newly trained slut mouth, and so

does Steve the hotel bellboy, along with a few observers.

Royston considers accepting a bid for Grace to appear on the cover of a nude photography magazine to

further humiliate her. In the meantime Grace comes to the conclusion that her only friend at the company,

Ming, may also be a victim of blackmail like herself, but is torn how to talk to Ming about it without

giving away herself.

Mr Shih prepares the company for an important meeting with some Japanese investors on the coming weekend.

Unknown to Grace, she has some responsibilities she has not been told about..

CHAPTER 26 (MF, self, nc, toys, anal, humiliation)

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THURSDAY, 7.07pm

“Yes that’s right, fuck my pussy.” Grace sat on the floor of the executive toilet, holding her knees against her chest,

rocking herself back and forth. Her thighs spread, Grace gave a low gurgle as her fingers found easy access to her

swollen labia through her crotchless panties.

Most people had left the office by this time, and Grace herself had just been given permission to masturbate to

orgasm after being fed cum by Royston. She had locked the executive toilet from the inside to do the deed. After

she has cummed, she was to return to Royston to replace the butt plug in her anus with a larger plug. Grace can

hardly remember the reason why she was supposed to cum every day now. All she felt now was that whenever

the benwa balls and butt plug was removed, she would feel empty, like something was missing.

Grace diddled her slit, lost in her own world of pornographic imagery. She re-lived the moments of the men in

Pub Street ejaculating in her mouth, the insulting names they called her, the taste and consistency of Mr Shih’s

cum, Royston’s cum, the office janitor’s cum, the bellboy’s cum, Joe’s cum, all mixing in her mouth, warm and

sticky, some runny some thick. She recalled their erect cocks which she licked, blew, and sucked - splattering

semen on her face and her tits; the pungent smell that stayed in her mouth after she swallowed like an obedient

bitch.

Her mind conjured up the image of her fan - the burly bearded man - watching her masturbate in public, sitting

in the men’s toilet in the shopping mall with her skirt up like a slut. Her fingers were buried in her pussy,

stroking her clit shamelessly, as Joe took pictures of the tramp begging to cum. A bitch in heat. Look at that

exposed cunt, displayed wide open for the world to see. So disgusting, horny, nasty, dirty, shameless, hopelessly

wet and needy. The burly man shoved his fat cock into her mouth, and then pissed on her as she caressed her slit

on the cold floor of the toilet.

The raw images, vulgar sensations, guilty pleasures, and confused emotions all collided in her mind and body in

a rising whirlpool of lust. She heard, smelt and saw herself chained, whipped, gagged, tongue-fucked, finger-

fucked, fucked in doggie position, in standing position, in suspended position, by Royston, Nakamori, Natasha,

Mr Ko, Mr Shih. Violated, molested, raped, impregnated, gang-banged by Mr Sorag, George, Steve, Joe, and Tony.

They took turns fucking her mouth, her pussy, her ass. And they would fill all her holes with semen, saliva, cunt-

juice, spit, urine and more semen. Oh just look at that fucking bitch. She was near her much needed release!

Dawn was there watching in the background, a look of disgust on her face, much like when she saw the benwa

ball fall out of Grace’s pussy, only this time she actually called her nasty names.

Grace’s finger-tips, slippery with her own juices, were furiously fucking her own cunt, plunging wantonly into

the slushy wetness that would soon liberate her. She was cumming. She was cumming like a whore!

In her mind’s eye, she was in a doggy position. Nakamori was shoving his thick cock into her mouth, as Sorag

fucked her ass from behind. Meanwhile, Nat was licking her clit from below her as Royston twisted and pulled

on her nipples. George from the office was watching her, wide-eyed and his pants betraying his hard-

on. Nakamori’s photographer Joe was filming her gang-bang, while Tony the creepy mailman and Steve the

young bellboy stood at the sidelines, watching the show and stroking their cocks.

Grace’s hips lifted off the floor in a desperate pelvic thrust as she tried to fuck herself deeper against her fingers.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……………” Her body stiffened as she reached climax. The point of no return

which she hung on to as long as she could, the dividing point between lust and release, between need and guilt.

Two seconds later, the violent convulsive spasms took over. The young executive orgasmed in wild abandon,

twitching uncontrollably on the floor, soaking her skirt thoroughly.

Guilt, sin, abysmal shame. That was what grace_slut felt. Her eyes shut, and mouth slightly open, her body

rocked softly on the gleaming tiles of the washroom, her pussy’s contractions weakening. The release was what

she needed so desperately after being forced to tread the orgasmic edge the whole day long by Royston, her

senses teased to the limit. For a brief moment as she curled up on the damp toilet floor, she found solace in the

fleeting embrace of drifting slumber.

She woke up with a start. She had to report back to Royston with evidence of her orgasm. The cum-juice soaked

tampon was the evidence. On days where he felt like being cruel, he would have grace suck her own juices from

her tampon, or have her squeeze it out and spread her secretions over her face, neck, behind her ears, and arm-

pits.

He would then have grace take the public bus back to the hotel during peak hours – as he had said, she deserved

to let everyone know what a cum-whore she is, and they would know because the scent of her vaginal secretions

could be detected by any man standing next to her. They would know she was a bitch in heat, as they brushed

against her in the bus, or had their nose in her hair or near her nape. If they were lucky, they would catch the

glimpse of a bare nipple as a button or zipper was deliberately left undone, and she would of course be bra-less,

having left her bra in the workplace. She might also have her cunt stuffed with benwa balls, or a vibrator taped to

her clit, with Royston secretly monitoring her from a few seats away from where she was standing…

FRIDAY 12.15pm

There were three men in the large conference room. A huge oval table made of polished mahogany occupied the

center. Plush high-backed chairs were arranged around it.

Mr Shih had Ming call for an emergency meeting. Grace had hurried to the conference room thinking it was

regarding the programme for the Japanese investors that afternoon and on Saturday.

When she arrived at the conference room, she knew it wasn’t about the preparations for the meetings with the

Japanese investors, because her co-workers Ryan and Jim were not there.

Instead, another client was there with Royston and Mr Shih.

Mr Shih motioned to Grace to shut the door, which she did. Awkwardly, she stood there for a few seconds,

tongue-tied.

“You remember Grace, don’t you Mr Sorag?”

“Yes of course I do.”

“Grace, come stand over here,” motioned Mr Shih.

Obediently Grace walked over. Mr Shih had her stand between the two of them. She stood there awkwardly,

heart racing. She glanced at Royston. Royston’s eyes did not betray any emotion.

Her boss, Mr Shih spoke again, as if Grace was not even there.

“You may not know this Mr Sorag, but when I first interviewed her for the job, her skirt was short just like this.”

With his fountain pen, he stabbed at the hem of the extremely short and clingy skirt that was riding up her hips,

barely covering her legs mid-thigh. Grace never quite wore something so daring, at least not before this whole

episode began where she was blackmailed. Mr Shih was exaggerating. Yes she always wore dressy, sexy designer

suits, but not something so audacious and slutty. This outfit came to her just this morning, delivered by Steve the

bellboy, and like all other mornings, Grace had no choice but to stick to the wardrobe that has been chosen for her.

Compared to the previous day where she had crotchless panties, and the day before that where she had no

panties, today’s outfit would be considered classy. Below her jacket, she was wearing a black halterneck top.

Underneath her pencil skirt, she was wearing the rose mesh boyshort panties from Victoria Secret’s Angels line.

Royston had hand picked it for this special occasion. Since Grace is not shaved, her darker pubic patch would be

visible through the thin mesh of the cherub-pink panties, a sight that would make any hot blooded male’s

adrenaline pump. With its ruffled ribbon trim, flocked roses, center bow and low-rise cut, Grace had all that she

needed to make a first impression on Mr Sorag. A first impression where she would be dressed so little, at least.

“Yes, many young women use sex to sell themselves,” Mr Sorag said, shaking his head disapprovingly. “Even

smart career women.”

“Oh yes, definitely. Her top looks like this, see? Like lingerie. Show him Grace.”

Flushing, Grace unbuttoned her jacket. She reluctantly pulled up her top.

“Damn it slut. I asked you to show Mr Sorag your top, and you flash your tits. But while you’re at it, hold the top

up with your mouth. Yes… there.”

“Yes a slut, she is,” mumbled Mr Sorag, his eyes locked on Grace’s apple-sized tits; sweet tits that were only half

covered by her pink push-up demi-cup bra with their scalloped lace patterns.

“And these young women are ambitious and materialistic," Mr Shih continued, "They don’t mind what it takes, as

long as they get what they want. Take Grace for example. To secure herself a promotion, she offered to suck her

senior’s cock.” Mr Shih sneered in disgust.

That was a lie, but Grace could only endure it in silence, her cheeks red, eyes trained on the table top, wishing she

could disappear.

“Oh?” asked Mr Sorag, raising a bushy eyebrow. He rubbed the stubble on his chin with his meaty hand, and

Grace could see the mental label that he was already putting above her head. The Thai businessman was eyeing

her appraisingly, reconsidering the young executive standing before him.

“Grace offered to suck cock eh?” said Mr Sorag. “She is certainly an attractive one. It would be hard for any man

to resist that offer, “ he continued, in a pensive mood. “ I think I will get a better picture if I can see her without

the jacket… and the skirt.”

“Grace, do as Mr Sorag wishes.”

Grace took off her jacket, while still keeping her top up with her mouth. She then undid her skirt and dropped it,

revealing her rose mesh boyshorts. She could not resist looking up at Mr Sorag whom she knew was staring at

her. His eyes had a definite glint in them. He was clearing devouring her form. She looked at Mr Shih, and

recalled in a humiliating flash how her boss had just fucked her in his office yesterday.

“But they get greedy. And sloppy." Mr Shih went on, "Like Grace here. She was caught stealing money from the

company.”

He turned to Grace. “Take off your bra so that Mr Sorag can take a better look at you.”

“Greedy slut, yes.” Mr Sorag acknowledged absent-mindedly, as grace’s hands reached behind her back to

unhook her bra, before letting the cups fall forward to reveal the modest treasures within.

His mind was clearly elsewhere. He was staring openly at the girl’s assets. Mr Sorag did not like overly busty

white girls, like the air-brushed models in Playboy magazine or Hustler. He liked his women petite, natural, and

feminine. He loved petite Asian women, especially when they were pinned below his stocky frame. His eyes

raked across Grace’s slim shoulders, drinking in the contours of her collarbone, the fine hairs on the back of her

neck. His eyes moved further down to her naked tits, unblinking, as if he was counting the number of dimples in

her areola. He would get the embarrassed executive’s nipples soon enough into his mouth. He loved to suck on

sensitive nipples, to roll them with his fingers and hear the girl’s audible reaction when he does.

“So now, Grace here has offered to do anything to stay out of jail,” Mr Shih quipped.

“Anything yah?” said Mr Sorag, turning his head to Mr Shih, then back to the girl.

All eyes were trained on the young woman standing there with her top pulled up, baring her tits to the lascivious

Thai man.

Grace’s face felt very warm. There was an uncomfortable silence for grace, before Royston chipped in. Royston

had stayed silent all this time and now spoke for the first time.

“On your knees, slut,” he said in a low voice, almost growling.

Grace dropped slowly to her knees in front of the Thai man, facing him.

Mr Sorag looked impressed. This capable young woman, was to all outward appearances a professional,

seemingly carving a successful career in a male dominated world. Now in private, she was on her knees, baring

her tits, wearing only panties and heels, to no more than spoken commands.

“Half-mast,” Royston said.

Mr Sorag watched intently as the attractive executive hooked her thumbs under the elastic band of her boyshort

panties, and pushed the panties downwards while keeping her back straight, thereby inverting the undergarment

and letting the band now snap back around her knees. Her arms went back to her sides, her thighs, hips and

upper body in a straight line from knees up, with her lower legs parallel to the floor, like a capital “L”. Her eyes

were lowered submissively.

The Thai man marveled at the little triangle of light pubic hair covering Grace’s mound. In her kneeling position,

her genitalia was still hidden by her closed thighs. He felt his erection stirring in his pants. He couldn’t wait to see

more, to touch Grace’s private parts and explore all her intricacies.

"Get down on all fours like the bitch you are, slut," Royston said firmly.

She balked but did not wait too long before leaning forward to place her palms and then elbows on the floor to

join her knees. She was on all fours, her head down. She was glad that Royston did not put her in any of the slave

positions. It would have been infinitely more humiliating to be laying on her back in Position Four with her legs

in the air and hands holding spread knees.

"What did I tell you about access!" Royston snapped. Grace shifted her knees on the floor further away from each

other. She spread them as far as she could, stretching the panties still encircling them to their maximum.

This position would give unfettered access to any handler’s hand reaching from behind.

Incidentally, Royston was thinking: in a Thai dog show, many of the pet girl puppies would have their labia

pierced, and this was a great position to show off their clit jewelry.

"And push that scrawny ass up higher, " Royston quipped.

She complied reluctantly, but without any whining or whimpering as she knew this would annoy Royston and

probably turn on Mr Sorag.

Grace pushed her upper body close to the ground, like a stretching feline, keeping her ass high and out.

Mr Sorag got out of his seat, adjusting his rather uncomfortable erection. He walked in a semi circle around Grace,

like a predator closing in on a particularly delicious prey. He dropped to one knee behind her, uttering a gasp of

admiration. His hands cupped her ass cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh, pushing them together and pulling them

apart, as he admired the rear view of grace’s pussy. Grace silently endured the groping, her face wincing and

cheeks burning. Again, a humiliating flash of an older memory came to mind – the image of Royston’s boss Mr

Ko eating her cunt out and forcing her to orgasm against her will.

The middle aged man swore in Thai as he probed and massaged poor grace’s cunt lips, parting them with his fat

fingers to peer at the pink of her cunny hole. It looked slightly moist, glistening in the bright conference room

illuminated by sunlight from outside.

He switched his attention to her other hole a little higher up.

From her anus protruded a ring – the end of a chain of transparent baby blue anal beads. Six anal beads were

connected to a semi-rigid plastic cord and each one inside grace’s rectal passage. His finger grasped the ring and

jiggled the entire anal beads chain without pulling it out, causing Grace to fidget and make gurgling, unladylike

noises.

Mr Sorag let go of the ring, and pinched her cunt lips together with two fingers, as if he was examining their girth.

Grace mewled and babbled but did not turn back, her eyes fixed on her trainer Royston. Royston had also

squatted down in front of Grace, cupping her chin with both his palms to keep her head up and forward, like a

man would keep his pet dog’s head still as the vet examined the animal. Grace looked imploringly into Royston

eyes, the humiliation apparent on her face as she felt the man behind touching her privates. She grimaced, letting

go a soft ‘uhhh’ as Sorag buried a thick finger up to his knuckle into her tender pussy. He would rotate that finger,

and hook it up and down, feeling the elasticity of Grace’s young cunt.

Mr Sorag seem satisfied with his examination, and started massaging grace’s clitoral hood as he began speaking,

as if that were a reward.

“I would like to bring her to Bangkok, ” said Mr Sorag, half-turning to Mr Shih, who was watching and listening

intently. Mr Shih did not immediately respond but appeared to be considering.

Grace suffered in silence, as the massaging of her privates continued for the next minute.

There was a silence in the room as the Thai man peered at the puckered anus of the girl, expanding and

contracting involuntarily as he played with the girl’s clit. When her anus relaxed, the surface of an anal bead was

partially visible, like it was ready to pop-out if she pushed.

Mr Sorag knew that the girl was trying her best not to make any noises as his fingers probed, and teased. He

knew from how her stomach and pelvic muscles were tensing.

Thinking back, it was almost exactly one year ago when he had first met Grace at a conference with Mr Shih. She

was dressed smartly in a designer suit, confident, and eloquent, and most importantly great eye candy. Mr Sorag

had told Mr Shih then that he would like Grace to work on his deal. He even hinted to Shih that she should come

along to a few entertainment events, but Shih had said no to him back then. Now the capable executive was on all

fours, her pussy and asshole open for inspection by him. He couldn’t wait to fuck the attractive young woman’s

asshole.

After enduring the humiliating grabbing and inspecting of her privates by her client, grace was ready to burst

into tears. She felt infinitely worse that the business man’s manipulation of her clit was starting to make her

insides mushy, as much as she didn’t want it. She could feel it. Soon the moisture would become visible to the

men around her too.

Royston seemed to know what Mr Sorag was thinking, but had other plans.

“Crawl slut,” instructed Royston. “Leave your panties around your knees. You look good this way.”

grace began to crawl on all fours slowly around the room. She could not hold back the tears any longer, so they

rolled down her face as her limbs moved robotically. Her halter-neck top was rolled up, leaving her breasts bare

and exposed. Her panties clung about her knees as she dragged the forlorn undergarment with her crawl. Grace’s

hair fell forward, partially hiding the misery on her face. The panties around the knees made moving difficult. It

made her lap of shame even more demeaning, and her audience could see the protruding end of the anal beads

sticking out of her anus.

“How can grace be of … service in Bangkok?” Mr Shih finally asked the Thai businessman.

“I have a friend opening a club. She will be a nice addition to one of the cages there. With pierced clit and nipples.

Yes, she can show off her lovely body there. Nipple rings and clit stud. Maybe pierced lips too if we can stretch

them with some weights.”

Crawling under the amused gaze of the three watching men, Grace’s sobs welled up uncontrollably from her

chest to her throat, causing repeated sharp, audible intakes of breath that sounded like hiccups. Her chest and

shoulders heaved violently with each sob, as she moved on all fours, her pert breasts dangling below, and her

panties binding her knees.

Mr Shih laughed.

Ignoring her pitiful sobbing, Royston egged her on. “Yes, quite a show you will put on, Grace. Finally you get to

be famous; think of all the people watching you then. Show us what you can do Grace!”

He slapped Grace’s ass, causing the frantic girl to have a sudden spurt of speed in her crawl.

Her masters made her parade her body and soul in absolute obedience to their commands. Beg, sit, crawl, heel,

beg again, crawl faster.

Crying, showing that she was nothing but a crawling, obedient, puppy slut slave, who would do anything in the

world, unable to stop destroying her own dignity. She demonstrated without doubt to Mr Sorag what a base,

filthy, dirty animal she was, obeying whatever Mr Shih and Royston commanded. Showing how she could not

stop her wretched self from giving in to their orders, each degrading command stripping her of self-respect.

Mr Sorag waited until Grace had crawled in front of him again. Bringing one arm under her belly, he pulled her

small body towards him, eliciting a squeal from the startled girl. Then he used his free hand to cup her fuck

mound. Grace whimpered, fearing the worst – not that she would be fucked, but that her defiant cunt would be

juicing like an over-ripe peach when she finally got her fucking.

Massaging her mound, the man undid his fly and brought out his hard cock. His meat was purplish and swollen,

glistening with sweat, and delighted to be out.

The stocky middle-aged Thai businessman grasped his throbbing cock. The shaft stood perpendicular to his hairy

abdomen. He carefully positioned the large uncircumcised cock knob against her slit. The slender young woman

tensed. He grunted something in Thai and slapped her on the ass, causing her to gasp. Then he eased his massive

cockhead between the swollen lips of the whimpering girl.

Mr Sorag smiled to himself as her trembling grew more pronounced. Grace would be in for a further surprise, she

did not actually look at his penis earlier. Like some men in Thailand, he had a traditional procedure done, called

fang muk, or ‘inserting pearls’. He had little beads inserted below the skin of his penis, for the purpose of

enhancing the sexual pleasure of his partners.

He was poised to penetrate the pretty young executive. Her body trembled like a frightened young animal, and

he could feel the rapid thumping in her chest, as he his hands pulled her body into a ready position.

Grabbing a fistful of hair at the back of her head, Mr Sorag gave a strong forward thrust. Grace moaned aloud in

despair as he forced her young cunt open with his thick cockshaft. Then he gripped her hips with both hands and

drove hard all the way with a loud satisfying grunt. The penile beads did their work, tearing up her soft insides,

making grace scream in pain.

With his cock buried inside her, Mr Sorag pushed Grace towards the window, making her waddle awkwardly in

front of him, impaled on his rigid fuck-rod. If Grace had more wits about her, she would have been mortified at

the thought of how she must look to the two men seated at the table - waddling obscenely like a duck. But in her

current situation she was hopelessly and helplessly impaled on an incredibly large intruder inside her, splitting

her open in a searing hot blinding flash of pain that blocked out everything else.

Pulling aside the roman blinds, Mr Sorag pushed Grace against the exposed glass. Then he let the blinds swing

back in place once more, this time, hanging between her back and the front of his body. Below the blinds, his

hand controlled the back of her neck with a vice-like grip, keeping the naked girl pressed against the window.

Any lucky observers looking out from the windows across the street would see the naked Grace being fucked, but

they would not see the one vigorously fucking her from the rear.

Grace burst into fresh sobbing, as he thrust again, and again, burying his thick fuck tool completely inside her

small tight belly. He gyrated his hips in slow circles, enjoying how his hard tool was stretching her pliable insides.

She tried to retreat behind the blinds, but his strong hands kept her where she was, pressed tightly against the

clear glass, fully exposed to everyone across the street. Even worse, the afternoon sun was shining directly on her,

lighting her naked body clearly for everyone to see.

Grace's panicky eyes darted all over the vast number of windows in the opposite building. There was a flash from

an office window a few floors above, but it could have just been the sun reflecting off a window. She could not

see anyone in the offices directly on the same floor across the street with the glare of sunlight in her eyes. Were

there office workers across the street enjoying her free show?

Mr Sorag was thrusting into her with harder strokes now, his hands grabbing her small titties, squeezing and

kneading them. His fingers dug into her soft flesh, pinching her already taut nipples, making them shamefully

hard. He mashed them flat against her ribs. Grace cried, and her eyes desperately searched the windows across

the street, wondering if someone somewhere was watching; laughing at the spectacle of the pale-skinned girl

being fucked in broad daylight against her own office window.

Grace let out a yelp as her rapist’s cock speared into her cunt tunnel, his hands holding her down by her small

shoulders. He was hammering viciously into her, almost lifting her off her feet with each cruel thrust that also

had his pearl-implanted cock-head scraping harshly against her vaginal walls.

Then Mr Sorag grabbed the end of the anal beads and began to pull it slowly out of her ass. As each bead popped

clear, Grace spiked closer and closer to a searing climax. She quivered helplessly, teetering between pain and

blind pleasure.

"You very fuckable slut," Sorag whispered into her ear, sinking his shaft into her "you've got the tightest cunt I've

ever fucked. I wonder about your asshole, is it tighter? "

He let go of the back of her neck, and Grace was finally able to back up from the window. The blinds fell back

into place. "Hands on the floor!" He rasped. Grace struggled to comply. She ended up bent over at the waist with

her hands on the floor, legs shoulder-width apart, with his erection still buried inside her. The thought flashed

through her mind of just how she must look to Royston and Mr Shih, sitting comfortably in their chairs, watching

her debasing performance in amusement.

With the anal beads out, her asshole had brief respite. Grace cried out in pain as the man pushed a grubby middle

finger into her abused asshole.

“Your asshole clamping my finger, grace cocktoy,” he pointed out helpfully, as he wriggled the digit. “Squeezing

my finger tight – FUCK.”

Sorag increased the fucking pace, slamming his hips harder and faster against his fuckhole, his distended organ

becoming slicker with the fuckpet’s juices coated all over it.

He buried an additional finger into her violated anus to join the first, twisting them in her hot moistness, enjoying

the wincing on her face and her rectum clutching his two fingers involuntarily. Sorag grinned. He used the little

fuckpet ruthlessly, cramming her cunt and fingering her asshole until her thighs began to spasm and knees give

way. Still he pounded her. She was leaking juices over his tool, and he would happily point it out to her.

Grace started to wail now as he held her floppy body up only by her elbows behind her, making sure his pretty

prey stayed on course with his thrusting hips.

His strokes become faster and faster, until finally with a very loud groan he pushed Grace down to the floor,

flipping her to face him. “Pretty cocktoy – open up mouth !”

Grace knew the drill, for she had been trained many time by Royston. She had her mouth open and waiting.

“AHHH..AHH…AHH…AHHH….AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” the Thai man grunted like a buffalo, pumping

his tool furiously as he approached his imminent release.

Mr Sorag inserted the first inch of his erection into her wide-open mouth and shot a thick load down her throat,

then pulled his erupting tool out and blasted her face with hot burning cum.

“ARRGGGHHH……AHHGGG…AGGHHH….”

The man’s eyes rolled as he pumped his spasming cock with his fist, releasing a massive torrent of cum juice,

aiming right at the smudged make-up face of the distraught girl.

A stream of thick cum shot across Grace’s face, covering her right eye. The next stream of hot cum streaked all the

way across her nose and landed on her already messy hair. As Grace tried to avert her face, one more blob of

white sticky cum landed squarely on her glossy lips. Mr Sorag’s hairy hand held her chin in place, making sure

the fuckpet didn’t escape, his other hand pumping his still erupting cock at her face. The last two streams of

sticky semen from his jerking organ deposited across her cheek and slightly open lips.

Mr Sorag grunted in satisfaction, leaving his spent cock on Grace’s luscious lips, noting how the trained slut knew

that she should clean his cock with her tongue. Using his mobile phone, he took a picture, a memento of the time

he jizzed on grace’s face.

Afterwards, Grace could not really recall the details of what happened next, but it seemed that Sorag wanted to

fuck her virgin asshole, but Royston did not agree to it. Mr Shih mentioned something about an auction, or

highest bidder. Royston said something about how she had been trained with butt plugs but her Owner had not

given consent. She was allowed to go home earlier because she would have a busy day tomorrow with the

Japanese investors.

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 27 (MMMMMMMF,bondage,oral,facial)

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I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can

I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands

SATURDAY 1.37 p.m.

Grace was standing at the entrance to the conference suite of the five star hotel, dressed as a Japanese race queen.

The Japanese businessmen were just starting to arrive there after an expensive lunch at a top restaurant downtown, organized by their host. They had arrived in town the day before, and had a series of meetings with several companies. After the presentation scheduled this afternoon, they would decide if they were going to invest in the construction of a new casino.

Grace’s responsibility was simple - to hand out flyers to the businessmen to give them directions on where the presentation would be held, where the open-bar was, where the rest-rooms were and so on. There was a catch though.

The hotel conference suite was decorated in such a way to simulate the experience to the businessmen as if they were arriving at the casino. The theme was Formula One so the waitresses in the casino would be dressed in skimpy race queen costumes, serving drinks. Royston informed Grace that there were a number of waitresses that did not turn up, so Grace had to fill in for one.

Grace was dressed in a silver V-neck sexy two-piece race car girl uniform, with checkerboard racing stripes running down the side of her boobs and her hips. The uniform came with panties that were specifically designed to go with the outfit, and white knee-high lace-up boots. The top was low-cut, and had a zipper in the middle which would separate the two halves if pulled all the way down. The very skimpy lycra skirt had an asymmetrical cut, barely hanging on her hips, and it had the tendency to ride up when both her hands were occupied holding a serving tray. More than half her body was on display wearing this.

Besides the many verbal compliments (that’s what she assumed they were, since she did not really speak Japanese), ogling looks and requests to take her photo, Grace got a couple of indecent propositions where the men spoke a few words of English and simply wrote their room number at the back of a card to hand to her.

At this point, with the lights dimmed, Nakamori started his one hour presentation in fluent Japanese. Dressed in the skimpy outfit, Grace would distribute black leather folders to any new arrivals that joined the audience. In each folder, there was a small PDA keyed to each participant on the invitation list. The participant would use the PDA to submit their bids for the project to the Company through an encrypted wireless signal, thus ensuring their confidentiality.

Unknown to Grace, the PDA device also contained a tidbit to reward those who stayed throughout the entire presentation. The brief instructions in Japanese indicated that when the presentation ended, the participant would be able to view nude pictures of the racing cutie who distributed their folders to them. Discreetly on the screen of their PDA. Grace’s vital statistics, and even blood type were all listed there at the touch of a button.

3.05pm.

Nakamori’s presentation just ended. The participants were invited to smaller rooms for discussions and signing of contracts. Grace was holding a placard at the exit of the conference suite in the elevator area. She was only able to recognize “5pm” on the placard and not the rest of the Japanese script. She thought it was to remind the participants to return at 5pm to the conference suite, for the continuation of their evening programme, should they be resting in their hotel rooms. Which is partially true, except that grace does not know that she herself would be the subject of the entertainment programme. The truth is that the placard actually said

Available to entertain you at 5pm in the men’s restroom.

(Check PDA for details. I will not be answering any

questions as it will be a surprise.

4.35pm

Grace felt her bladder so full she was going to burst. She was in the restroom, but not the ladies. Instead she was on her knees, in a cubicle in the men’s restroom, with a cock in her mouth.

Royston had not been giving her permission to relieve herself over the last few hours, first by keeping her busy in serving drinks to all the Japanese clients in their private rooms. And thereafter saying she had to stand at the elevator lobby holding the placard for an hour.

Royston knew how much Grace was able to hold because he had been giving her toilet training over the last few weeks. And now when she was at the brink of desperation of needing to go, at the risk of soiling herself in front of all the middle aged businessmen ogling at her, he finally gave her permission to go. But she would have to perform her usual task – giving him a blowjob and having cum in her mouth first.

Grace was puzzled, perhaps even grateful that Royston have not yet made her do anything humiliating. She had not been made to give a blowjob to any of the Japanese men at the presentation. She was half expecting it.

With her knees pressed against the cold bathroom floor, Grace unbuckled Royston’s belt and loosened his pants, by now expertly reaching with both hands to free Royston’s cock from his underwear, before taking the cockhead in her mouth. She was surprised that Royston was already almost fully erect. Usually he would only be half erect and grace would have to suck him to complete hardness.

Royston was already hard because he had been watching Grace and anticipating what was in store for her in less than half an hour. She was a picture of perfect subservience on her knees, automatically reaching for his cock, grasping it with her fist and pumping the shaft firmly to make it harder, and using her tongue and her oral cavity to make the perfect suction around his cockhead. She sucked hungrily, urgently, because she needed to pee very soon. The sooner Royston would empty his load in her mouth, the sooner she would have his approval to relieve her full bladder.

“You look fucking hot today Grace," mused Royston, his eye following the curve of her hip and bare legs accentuated by the skimpy racing queen costume. "I bet all the men wanted to fuck your brains out.”

Knowing that the Japanese businessmen had just downloaded bondage pictures of Grace to their PDAs in the last ten minutes made him rock hard. These were pictures of the once confident executive, transformed to a BDSM slut. The slideshow on their PDAs would be showing pictures from her mall photoshoot where she was wearing an animal leather harness under a trenchcoat and had to pose with her trenchcoat open in the shopping mall, and the shoot where she was standing on one leg tied in Japanese rope bondage with her other leg hoisted up with rope suspension to the ceiling. In their respective hotel rooms, there were more twenty men enjoying her bondage pictures, smiling to themselves, and rubbing their hardening penises remembering the delightful girl that had been serving them drinks earlier.

As Grace sucked his cock noisily, Royston said, “You are getting to be a really good cocksucker. Jesus…”, grabbing the hair at the back of her head. He felt the load building up in his balls, and leaned back so that the spy camera on his shirt buttonhole could catch Grace’s face clearly in a point-of-view shot. This was being captured on video, with a five minutes delayed transmission to the PDAs.

“Here it comes, slut!”

Royston groaned and his cock erupted in a gigantic load of hot sperm which Grace took completely in her mouth. She kept Royston's load in her mouth, like how she had been trained, awaiting instructions on whether she would swallow or spit it out onto her palms. It was usually the former, but there had been occasions where she was told to spit it out and spread it all over her face.

Withdrawing his still hard cock, Royston wiped the tip of his cock on her cheek, enjoying how pristine her face looked with her immaculate makeup just before he deposited some cum on it.

Motioning her to stand, Royston got up from the toilet seat and buckled up his pants. With her mouth still full of cum, Royston grabbed her elbow roughly and turned her around. He took out a pair of handcuffs from a duffel bag, and cuffed her wrists behind her back.

He then took out a strip of black cloth and blindfolded her. Grace let herself be manhandled, mewling a feeble protest, not daring to open her mouth for fear that she would get reprimanded for wasting his precious man-juice.

“You may swallow as you are peeing, grace slut,” he said to her reassuringly.

grace_slut. That was her pet name. He even registered an email address for her so that she could receive fan mail.

Royston pushed the cubicle door open, and stepped out, turning around to face the girl still in the cubicle. He pushed the door open completely so whoever came into the men’s room now could see grace_slut in the cubicle, a cuffed race queen.

With her wrists cuffed behind her back, grace was fumbling to reach her panties with her fingers, but couldn’t. “God, I need to pee so badly,” she thought, blindfolded and unable to see, still holding Royston’s cum in her mouth.

“Let me help you,” said Royston, smiling, knowing this embarrassing scene for her was being telecast to an audience she did not yet know about.

Reaching to grace’s clingy short skirt, Royston pulled it up to her hips. Grace was finally able to slip her thumbs into the band of her panties from behind her ass to pull it down. But it was an extremely awkward position that left her forearms trapped below her thighs, her thumbs still hooked around the elastic band of her panties as she sat down on the toilet seat. Her body was slouched forward because she could not sit back with her arms below her thighs. Her feet were pointed inwards.

Not being able to see a thing as she fumbled around like a bumbling idiot might have created further embarrassment for her normally, but she didn’t care at this point. She pulled her panties down. Immediately she let go a steady stream of urine, very audible. Even with the blindfold, the look of relief can be seen on her face as her bladder emptied. She did not forget to swallow Royston’s cum in her mouth as she relieved herself.

When she finished, grace stood up, trying to pull her panties back up with her thumbs. She was not so successful as she could not pull up the sides with her hands cuffed behind her back. Without waiting for her to be ready, Royston grabbed her by her small shoulders and turned her such that her back was next to the railing. It was a toilet cubicle for the disabled, and there was an aluminum railing on the side of the toilet seat which now served as a perfect place for Royston to uncuff grace’s hands and then re-cuff them again around the railing.

Meanwhile the video stream of grace’s peeing episode was making its way to the PDAs of the early birds waiting outside the men’s restroom at 5pm. It made a nice teaser for what was to come.

He whispered into Grace’s ear, “Slut, remember that time you came without permission? This is your punishment today.”

Still blindfolded, grace frantically pulled on her cuffs, making a loud clanging sound against the railing. Unable to see anything, she turned her head back and forth to try to listen. “Please Sir.. wwhat are you doing?”

At 5.00pm exactly, Royston unlocked the restroom door, and let in the first seven men in the line outside. This was Grace’s introduction to the new life she would lead.

Grace would be initiated into “The Circle” – put simply, a sex club for the rich and powerful, focusing on themes of bondage, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cum-play, swapping and group sex.

Being quite entrepreneurial, Nakamori had devised several tiers of membership for the club.

Royston was quite aware of how it worked because he had been invited by Nakamori to attend a few events, and also had quite a video collection of girls who had gone through the programme. Girls initiated into the Circle start with ‘stroking’ and softporn tease, and no actual sex, and then have their limits stretched and pushed to new grounds till they became fully capable of satisfying hordes of men in mass orgies. The girls are systematically trained and graduated up the tiers, along with members who pay a huge premium to follow them through the programme.

The different tiers, in ascending order of membership cost and privileges were as follows.

Tier 1: “Sakura”. At this level, members would receive a complete album of grace’s bondage photographs, and of other girls in the Circle. A profile would accompany the album with bio-data such as name, age, birth place, blood type (for the Japanese members who associate blood type with personality), hobbies, body vital measurements, and even details like age lost virginity, favorite sex position. The pictures and profile that the Japanese businessmen received of Grace in their PDAs today were just a teaser.

Sakura members could request that the photography for their favorite girl include specific poses or fetishes. For example, one member had wanted to see grace in several Japanese rope bondage poses which incorporated suspension of a limb, knots to squeeze or pinch the breasts and clitoral area, obscene exposure positions, and predicament bondage. Another wanted to see grace in various stages of undress in office clothes, with the last picture of her urinating on them. Such was the professionalism required that Joe the photographer went to great lengths in order to deliver on such requests. One request that did not make it through was one where she would have to be clad completely in latex, bound and decorated to become a table centerpiece or furniture. Mainly the aim of the Sakura membership is to titillate and hint at what is available in higher tiers.

Tier 2 “Sayuri”: While Sakura members was limited to only bondage photographs with limited use of toys, Tier 2 members could access photography as well as video footage, with the girl subject to a whole range of toys, including dildos, vibrators, and machines. Most importantly, Tier 2 members were also eligible to participate in a live preview event, just like the one today.

Tier 3 “Riko”: Here, grace would be blindfolded and stripped naked, and be required to suck off the members – usually with them sitting down or standing in one row. The members will not be allowed to touch the girl (other than her touching them to deliver the oral service), but do have the benefit of being able to watch the girl’s Master masturbate her or finger-fuck her while she is sucking them off. Of course, to protect the girl, they had to pass a rigorous medical examination and hygiene screening to ensure they were free from disease. The blindfolding element was a genius, in Royston’s opinion. The club found so many more potential members to market to – by discreetly targeting people who actually know the woman but were socially not able to engage in sexual relations with the woman. A good friend’s daughter for example, or a co-worker’s pretty wife. Because grace would be blindfolded, and the members are not allowed to speak in a session, grace would have no idea who she sucked off.

Tier 4 “Azami”: The dynamics change quite significantly from Tier 3 to Tier 4, and as such there is also a steep increase in the membership fees. Tier 4 members would be given masks to wear, while grace herself would be naked but not blindfolded anymore. The men could thus enjoy looking at her pretty face, watch her expressions and reactions, as her Master first exposes her holes to them, then lets them explore her holes with their fingers (and if the Master is in a good mood, perhaps even their tongues). The event would culminate with her Master fucking her on a low bed or floor mat with the members crowded around in a circle. The members are allowed to ejaculate on the girl as long as they don’t interrupt the action led by the Master. They are not allowed any penetration of the girl.

Tier 5 “Hanako”: grace would be fucked by all the members at such an event, and usually she would be taken in many holes simultaneously rather than one man at a time. Nakadashi is allowed, even encouraged, meaning they can cum in her pussy, ass or both, with no condoms. (Again, they have to pass stringent tests and get certified to be free of disease). The girl would usually take multiple loads in all her holes, till she was overflowing. All this would be video-taped from multiple angles, for the enjoyment of the members for years to come.

But for today, it was just a preview. A hook, to get interested men to signup. The preview has rules too – the panties stay on, and no pussy or anal penetration is allowed.

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grace felt sick as she heard the restroom door open and shut again, and a number of hushed male voices. It was not certainly not Royston.

She could not see anything much with the blindfold around her eyes, maybe except the bright lights overhead, and some blurry shapes.

The door to the toilet cubicle where she was in was pushed open - she could tell from the faint creaking sound and the back of the door hitting the side cubicle wall.

Her heart thumped, and her ears strained to scan the room where her eyes couldn't. She suppressed an urge to scream, perhaps scream for Royston. Why would Royston help her though? He probably arranged this, the son of a bitch. But she couldn't scream anyway. There was a ball gag in her mouth, making her drool from the corner of her mouth.

There was a man standing in front of her now - that much she could tell. He was looking at her - a young lady sitting on the toilet seat, with her hands cuffed to the side railing, eyes covered with a thin cloth, red ball gag in her mouth, dribbling saliva on her silver zipper top.

The man spoke in Japanese, which she could not understand. She was not sure if he was speaking to her, or to the other men in the restroom. There were at least a few more - she could hear them whispering, murmuring.

She would have said 'let me go' if she was ungagged, though it seemed like an absolutely meaningless and futile thing to say. Anyway she was gagged, and through the training that she had been through with Royston, she knew that she could try to say anything but it would just sound like gibberish with a big stopper in her mouth stretching her cheeks and forcing her teeth apart.

A gruff male voice came close to her face. "Omae no namae wa grace desu ka?"

She recognised her name being spoken this time. Shit, he knew her name too. What did Royston tell this man??

grace felt something touch her cheek, and she flinched. The touch of the man in front of her was very warm. His hand stroked the side of her face, down to her chin, then across to the other side and up to her ear, tucking a long fringe of her hair in front of her face to behind her ear. She strained against her cuffs, but they wouldn't budge of course. Though the sound of the metal cuffs clanging against the metal railing seemed to have elicited some response from... her audience? She could hear voices of the other men behind the man immediately in front of her.

The man held her chin, more firmly now. Then she felt his warm breath on her ear and cheek. His lips, hot and wet against her skin. He was kissing her face! grace cringed, and wailed. The ball gag muffled her wail, making her sound like a helpless abductee. Again a chorus of excitement from her audience.

She felt a slight tension on the front of her top, which could only mean one thing. He was pulling down the zipper - slowwwly.

grace turned her head and tried to turn her body, but there was not much degrees of freedom with her hands immobilised to one side.

The zipper reached the end, and her silver top split into two halves.

The man must have turned back to face the other men, because his voice was directed away from her now. He spoke something, and the rest laughed.

A wave of humiliation crashed through her. Her tits were on display. He probably said something about her tits.

The man pulled her top apart slightly more so that the fair skin of her bosom was adequately exposed to the admiring eyes from outside the toilet cubicle.

He grasped one nipple between his thumb and index finger, and rolled it around, causing grace to grimace and murmur a complaint. But her body stayed put, because her nipple was at his mercy.

Her other nipple was similarly grasped, and he pulled on both with a steady constant pressure toward him. grace screamed in protest into the ball. Another strand of her drool escaped from the corner of her mouth and landed on her bosom, streaking it beautifully for the watching group of men.

grace's back straightened first, her body trying to follow where the man was pulling her nipples to lessen the pain. The pulling pressure increased more still, forcing her to lean forward extremely, arching her back because her bum couldn't move forward anymore. She yelled into the ball gag. MMMMPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Finally, he let go of both her nipples. The real pain hit her then. She was conscious that they were all staring at her topless body. Her poor nipples throbbed in pain, and were fully reddened and engorged. The nipples were tubular and poking out now as if they were aroused little sluts begging for more attention.

grace's nipples were not the only things throbbing in the room, but she could not guess that there were seven men with throbbing cocks watching her. Several of them already had their hands in their pants, stroking their cocks as they watched the helpless girl's thin body stretched to her maximum.

She could hear the first man's heavy breathing now. He was standing real close to her. One of his hands was on her head, almost grabbing a fistful of her hair.

The other hand was jerking off his exposed cock, just inches away from her, but she could not see. His mouth was over her ear, pressing against it. A mess of ticklish warmth and noise on the side of her face which she could not dodge. He was muttering to her. grace could not understand what he was saying, but the urgency of the tone was universal.

With a loud grunt, the man pushed grace's head lower, forcing it against his abdomen. grace felt something hot press against the side of her face.

It jerked and a sensation of something warm spread over her cheek.

The man let go of her head and stepped back. The other men craned their necks and crowded around the cubicle door, and saw grace's face decorated with cum.

Feeling utterly helpless, grace could only mewl in protest as the man held her chin. She attempted to turn her head this way and that way but there was really no escape. The man who just came onto her face held her chin purposefully with one hand while his other hand rubbed the cum into her skin on her face. He scooped some of it to her lips wrapped around the ball gag, smearing it generously over her mouth as she twisted her head.

Then she heard the characteristic sound of a camera phone that sounded like a picture had been taken.

The man said something in Japanese in a satisfied tone. grace heard him step away. A second man entered the cubicle. He smelt different.

grace did not know that while the first man was jerking off over her face, the second man had already been watching closely from outside while stroking himself in his pants. He was already completely hard when he entered the cubicle and stared at the restrained girl, her face covered in baby batter.

grace felt her ball gag loosen, and then it was taken out of her mouth. She was pulled off the toilet seat onto the cold toilet floor. A cock was jammed into her mouth. She had no choice but to let herself get mouth-fucked. This man was rougher than the first. He grabbed her head with both hands. He thrusted his hips deep. Her nose was pressed against his abdomen, and his balls slapping against her chin. She felt the cock fill her oral cavity and hit the back of her throat. Amazingly she did not choke. She felt a second wave of humiliation crash through her, when she realized that her deep-throat training by Nakamori had prepared her for this. Amazing grace. Amazing deep-throat cock-sucking grace, as Royston would call her.

Just before the man came in a noisy orgasm, he pulled his cock out, and pumped it vigorously over her face. She could hear the squelching sound of his foreskin being pulled back and forth, lubricated previously by her saliva as his fist worked his hard member furiously. The thick white ejaculate unloaded across her nose, and flowed down to her lips.

The third man came into the small cubicle. grace was already limp like a rag doll, allowing her body to be abused by these strangers whom she cannot see. Number 3 massaged her breasts, squeezing them one by one. He was feeling their smooth texture, running his fingers over the soft skin of her sensitive tits.

He slapped his cock against her cheek. She closed her mouth, but he pinched her nostrils close so she could not breathe. When she opened her mouth to breathe, in his cock went. This cock was stubbier and thicker than the last one, but not as long. Her lips stretched to accommodate it. To her utmost shame, her mouth was salivating profusely and her drool dripped on her tits.

“Small mouth,” he remarked. His English was spoken with a heavy Japanese accent, but good enough for grace to understand. Since everyone else were Japanese, he had obviously made that remark for grace to hear. He said it in a matter-of-fact tone, but it only added to Grace’s humiliation.

“Small tits,” he added.

The man made her sit back up on the toilet seat, but pulled her head down to suck him, while fingering her slit through her panties. “Nice pussy,” he added.

Barely two minutes later, the man started to cum. Like the last guy, he withdrew his cock at the last second from grace’s mouth, and gave her a bukkake splash. Decorating her face with jism in classic Japanese porn style.

Number 4 and 5 came into the cubicle at the same time. grace looked quite a sorry sight by then with three loads of cum and saliva, streaked over her face. A long strand of white cum was hanging down from her chin. Number 4 grabbed grace by the hair at the back of her head, manipulating her head as he pleased. He didn’t hurt her, but he was definitely not gentle.

Number 5 just stood there, jacking off rapidly as he stared at grace’s naked body. Number 4 crouched down beside grace, and was sucking on one of her breasts while stroking his erection, enjoying how her body reacted. With his erection fully hard in a minute, he started to use her mouth.

The two men reached their climax almost at the same time.

Number 4 pulled out from grace’s mouth, but kept one hand firmly on her jaw, squeezing her cheeks to keep her mouth open. He jacked off for twenty seconds, before emptying his payload, making her catch his cum in her mouth.

Even before Number 4 was done with his last spasm, Number 5 was shooting his watery load across grace’s cum-glazed face.

The sixth man entered the cubicle and unzipped her short skirt and tossed it aside. grace only had a pair of panties between her pussy and a hard cock.

He then made her go onto her knees, facing the wall with hands still to cuffed to the railing. He spreads her ass, pushing her panties aside to lick her asshole.

Her cuffs were unlocked from the railing, but her wrists were still locked to each other.

He then put her back on sitting position on the floor, her back against the toilet, her wrists cuffed in front of her, and blindfold still in place. Leaning her head back against the toilet seat cover , the man stood over grace’s body half sitting and half laying on the floor. Number 6 was a short man, and his groin was just at the level of her head. grace's elbows were between his legs, so she was unable to bring her hands up to block her face. He pinched her nostrils close so that she would open her mouth. He fed his fat stubby, unwashed cock into her mouth unceremoniously.

Number 7 came in while number 6 was straddling grace’s body and using her mouth as a fuckhole. He went straight to her pussy, crouching low. He pulled the fabric of her panties aside to expose her pussy lips, which were already reddened by the rough rubbing by the earlier guy. Grinning, he put buried his face between grace’s fair thighs. Apparently he was a master muff diver.

Even as grace was struggling from her mouth being used by a fuckhole by number 6, she felt her thighs being forced apart and the sickening sensation of a tongue licking her sensitive bits furiously below. The hotness of the tongue in her slit surprised her.

The muff-diver paused, and turned back to the other watching men. He said something in Japanese, and they all broke out in laughter. Although grace did not understand Japanese, somehow she knew what he had said from his tone. He had told them that her pussy felt hot to his tongue.

The truth of it stung her bitterly. She could feel it herself. The horrifying experience of being used by seven men in a row was impossible for her mind to process. In fact she was almost having an out of body experience as she watched herself – her face – being used as target practice by the men. But her body was processing it. It was reacting to her body being abused. The adrenaline made her blood rush. Her skin was flushed. Her pussy was not yet fully wet, but was already hot by now with all the blood pumping through her body. The pain she felt when her assailant pulled her nipples sent signals to her brain, signals which her overloaded brain interpreted as excitement, and ultimately arousal. He tugged at her nipples, causing a rushing sensation in her pelvic region, flooding between her thighs.

The tongued lapped and licked incessantly, invading her most private place. She could do nothing as the stranger she could not see tasted her. The man remarked again in half Japanese half English - he exclaimed how hot and wet her pussy felt to his tongue. He seemed to be telling it to her this time. Grace felt the damning pangs of arousal. She was sitting there on the toilet floor of a five star hotel, cuffed and blindfolded and stripped naked, with a group of strangers around her. They were watching her. They had cummed on her. This man knew her name. He knew she was helplessly wet. Her realization that he knew this intimate detail of her body aroused her. This stranger would know she was a slut. She didn’t know who he was. Did he know who she was? Was she just a bukkake slut for their evening entertainment to seal a business deal? She was hopelessly wet.

Number 6 cried out. She felt him grip her jaw. She opened her mouth even wider. Her jaw was tired and sore from opening her mouth for so long. She felt his blobs of hot ejaculate unloading in her oral cavity. She let the semen overflow out of her mouth. She had stopped resisting. There was no point.

Number 7 watched on. He watched Number 6 emptying his load into the slut's mouth, overflowing all over her glazed face. Her head rested on the toilet seat. Number 7 stepped up, his fist pumping his cock shaft in a culminating burst of speed, blasting his orgasmic essence all over her face.

The first seven men exited the restroom, leaving the cum-covered girl on the floor. The next seven men filed in.

grace felt limp like a rag-doll. She was half-curled up in fetal position. She felt hands on her, not just one man but several. Someone was pulling her panties down to her knees. Fingers probed her pussy lips. She did not resist. She heard heavy breathing. Someone's nose nuzzled against her ear. Someone unshaved because she could feel the stubble on his chin causing a burn on her cheek. Another mouth closed around her right nipple. The man at her ear spoke, "I am going to fuck your pussy. Grace."

She couldn't recall much of what happened after that. She vaguely remembers her legs being spread and pinned against her shoulders. She was about to get gang raped, she told herself. Then she heard Royston's voice, speaking harshly in Japanese. He sounded angry.

She was in somebody's arms. Being carried away. She still couldn't see but she could feel and hear. Someone with strong arms, and a broad chest. She remembered crying like a little girl. A towel was wrapped around her, but she could still feel the sticky smelly cum on her face. She tried to open her eyes but the cum over her eyes stung like hell when it got in. She became hysterical. There was a syringe. An injection in her arm. She felt blissful. She stayed quiet, surrendering to the person who cradle carried her in his arms.

When she awoke again, she was in her room, in her own hotel, alone. She had slept through the entire night peacefully on her bed. Someone had cleaned her up the previous night, for she was naked under her sheets.

Author's note: I am looking for an experienced writer to write chapter 29 with me. I will provide the direction while he or she can do the execution. It should be the second last chapter of the story. Contact me if you are interested.

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