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GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS
by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006,2007,2008. Email comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com.
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.
***
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.
**
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