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