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GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS
by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006. Email story comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com.
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.
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