BDSM Library - Story: Grace's Hard Lessons II, Chapter: Chapter 10

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.