 |
|
|
||
| Grace's Hard Lessons 15 | Back to A | Back to main page |
Collected by Djian
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 |
Grace's Hard Lessons
by darkavenger
(M/f, humiliation, public, D/s, exhib) )
Based on the unfinished story Janet's Hard Lessons by James Dawson,
this is a tale containing themes of non-consensual sex where
attractive women, innocent or otherwise, are forced into circumstances
where they are taken advantage of by men. If you are underaged or find
such themes offensive, go no further. Please send comments to
darkavengernospam at tokyo.com (delete nospam from the address).
Chapter Fiftteen
It was two weeks later, in the office.
"Thanks Grace," said George.
Grace was carrying a stack of five binders in her arms, as she walked beside
George. What made this more eye-catching was her spectacularly short and tight
skirt, extremely tall heels, and the fact that George had only recently joined
the company at the most junior level in the accounting department, and Grace,
being more senior in the organization than George, was carrying HIS files.
It was a busy period for the accounting department this month, and somehow
Royston have had a casual conversation with one of the accounting managers in
the elevator and learnt that they were really short-handed because one of their
part-time staff had taken maternity leave. And so, Royston had volunteered Grace
to go help out in the accounting department every morning. And because she knew
nothing about accounting, she could only help in the most mundane of tasks, such
as moving files, retrieving documents from the office library, and photocopying-
menial office chores. Specifically, Royston had suggested to the accounting
manager to have Grace support George. Royston knew that this change of status
would humiliate Grace further - she would be treated like an office assistant,
and office assistants were typically paid lower than the secretaries, if this
was a reflection of the pecking order in the company.
As they walked past a couple of female co-workers, Grace could not help but
notice that there was some giggling and sniggers. Grace hid her face behind the
files she was carrying, and could only ignore them and swallow her pride. The
office gossip was that Grace was trying to seduce the younger George by carrying
his files and helping him with all these administrative chores. In the meantime,
George seemed oblivious to the attention that they were getting whenever the two
of them were seen together - he was too preoccupied paying attention to his
attractive colleague.
George watched Grace arrange the files on the large table near his cubicle, and
shelving them in the overhead cabinet. Each time she stretched up to reach the
overhead cabinet, and each time she bent down to retrieve blank paper from the
low cabinet to refill the photocopier, George would unconsciously find himself
glancing at her. She was wearing ultra-sheer black pantyhose today - and George
found himself wondering if it was pantyhose or stockings. If she leaned a bit
further, he was sure he would have spotted the top of her stockings.
His lusty thoughts aside, he did offer his help to her a couple of times when he
saw her struggling with a heavy box of files or trying to load the photocopier.
But each time Grace had refused his help. She told George that Royston forbade
it, and that "it's a lesson" to her. George had the feeling that somehow, Grace
was concerned that Royston would be mad if he found out that Grace had let
George help her with her work.
George didn't quite understand it, but he remembered that there was something
strange about the relationship between Grace and Royston. Ever since the day
George witnessed Grace sucking Royston's cock, and then had the fortune of
cumming into her small hand, wrapped around his spasming cock, George has been
beating off every day and night recalling those sexy images.
Sometimes he would get so excited just watching Grace walking around the office
in her ultra short skirts and revealing blouses. He would imagine himself going
to her cubicle, taking out his cock and making it hard while standing behind
her. Then he would move in front of her, in front of her face, and see the shock
on her face, as she saw what he wanted her to do, at seeing his erect cock. He
would hold the back of her head, and she would know she has to give him what he
wanted. He would move in, and he can see she's almost frightened, and struggling
a little. He would brush her lips with his fully erect cock, push it all the
way in, past her lips, all the way in. He would fuck her mouth, and shoot off;
shoot his dirty cum down the back of her throat, making Grace lick his cock
clean. After living that fantasy in his head, he just had to go to the restroom
and shut himself in the cubicle. With a few quick strokes, he would end up with
streams of jism on the bathroom walls.
Now with an incredible stroke of luck, Grace has been assigned to his
department, George thought. So he could watch his princess in the flesh, the
whole day. It was difficult for him to concentrate on his work with her walking
around him, being busy. Just then, George realized that Grace had caught him
glancing at her.
"Those are very nice...um..." George started to say. Grace had looked up, and
caught George staring at her panty-hose clad legs. "..um.. shoes," George
finished his sentence, a little embarrassed, feeling like a schoolboy who had
been caught staring at his pretty teacher's legs.
Indeed, those heels - they looked like they were five or six inches high, which
were incredibly tall given Grace's petite frame. Grace looked a little
surprised, but quickly said, "Thank you..." flashing a little smile, before
returning to her work. George thought she looked a little uncomfortable
discussing her heels, so he decided not to ask her how many inches they were.
As he peered at Grace bending forward in her short skirt to retrieve the files
from the cabinet, her breasts straining against the tight blouse she was
wearing, his cock grew hard. Damnit - get back to work, he chided himself.
Absent-mindedly, he noticed the anklet that she was wearing had a couple more
beads than when he last saw it...
**
It was after lunch hour, and Grace was walking along the corridor in the office.
Ming, the girl from Mr Ko's department who had a beautiful head of long,
straight hair, happened to be walking in the corridor in the opposite direction,
when Grace stumbled. Ming quickly went over to help the smaller girl.
"Are you alright Grace?" said Ming, holding Grace's arm to steady her. Ming
noticed that Grace's jacket was buttoned up almost fully, up to the one just
below her collar.
Grace looked up at Ming. "Yes - yes.. I'm... fine... thanks.." she replied,
finding it hard to speak.
Unbeknownst to Ming, Grace had a vibrator in her pussy as she spoke. It was
secured tightly against her vulva and clitoris by her panties. It was a new
model that Royston got from Nakamori just to try out on Grace. Where most
wearable vibrators focus on the clitoris, this model boasted a powerful vaginal
stimulator with a realistically contoured shaft made of a rigid jelly material.
This shaft was penetrating Grace all the time she wore her panties, whether she
was sitting, or standing or walking. There were also a few versions of this
special vibrator. One version had a shorter, two-inch shaft made of softer
jelly, to enable the wearer to be able to walk or sit normally without feeling a
thing, if the vibrator was not on. Royston had selected for Grace the other
version - with the three-and-the-half-inch contoured shaft made of harder jelly,
so that she could always definitely feel it filling her.
To top it off, the vibrator had an additional nub for simultaneous clitoral
pressure. The tight pantyhose she was wearing further restrained the nub from
moving away from the spot where Royston had positioned it - right against the
tiny swell of her vulnerable clitoris. A wire from the vibrator led to a small
silver plastic box unit clipped to the waistband of her panties. This unit was
actually the wireless receiver to the remote controller which Royston kept. It
magnified the range which he could control the vibrator remotely. From halfway
around the other side of the office, he could turn on and off the vibrator which
he had strapped against Grace's private parts, even if she was not in the line
of sight. Besides turning it on and off, he could even vary the speed and
intensity of the vibration by six different levels.
Grace had stumbled because moments before, Royston had just activated the
remote-controlled vibrator, as she was walking. Grace attempted to cover up her
shameful secret, by telling Ming that she was just careless with her new shoes.
All this time as she conversed with the pretty Ming, Grace could feel the strong
impulses of the sex toy purring relentlessly in her crotch. Ming said, "Ok, walk
slowly then, you don't want to sprain your ankle," she said sweetly, "It is the
highest heels I have seen you wear Grace... and probably the highest in the
office." Ming smiled at her before she walked away, just as Grace felt the
impulses reach a new level of ferocity that she could not walk. Holding onto the
wall for support, Grace stood there for a full minute before the vibrations
slowed down again to a purr. Grace could feel her juices leaking out from her
crack now, crawling down her inner thighs.
Grace continued her way, slowly, as the vibrations wreaked havoc in her nether
regions. She must fight it! Grace told herself. She refused to be beaten by
Royston. Her nipples had grown hard and erect over the last minute, and their
tautness seem not to subside as she tried her best to ignore the feelings
washing over her, forcing herself to walk back to her cubicle. The material of
the jacket rubbed against her naked nipples and exposed skin of her breasts as
she walked.
Just ten minutes ago, she had been in Royston's office to report on what she had
done for George that morning. Royston had made her take off her blouse and her
bra - he had used her lipstick to write on the front of her white blouse -
"Sluts don't wear bras. They love walking in the office with vibrators in their
cunts."
Grace had no choice but to leave her bra and blouse in Royston's office. Just
before she left his office, she buttoned up her jacket - the only garment
covering her upper body.
Curiously, as she thought about the fact that she was naked under the jacket,
and that it was the only thing shielding her modesty from the eyes of horny men
in the office, she felt an uncontrollable shiver traveling up from the epicenter
of the mess of slushiness between her legs, to the curve of her bosom. In that
instant, her nipples grew so hard they became painful.
**
It was 7 p.m. Most people had left the office. Grace was in the executive
washroom on the top floor of the office. The washroom was only available for the
use of management executives like Mr Shih, Mr Ko and the other department heads.
And somehow Royston had the key. During the hours of nine in the morning to five
in the evening, whenever Grace had to use the restroom, she would be using the
ladies as she normally did. But after office hours, Grace had to always ask
Royston for permission to release her bladder, and she was to only use the
executive washroom. There was only one men's executive washroom and one lady's
executive washroom in the whole office obviously, and Royston only gave Grace
the key to the men's washroom. So Grace had to go to the men's executive
washroom, go to a cubicle, close the door, sit down on the toilet seat, pull
down her panties, and call Royston on her cellular phone.
She would then have to say, "Sir, this is Grace. I am in the men's executive
washroom. Can I please have your permission to take out the vibrator and pee?"
If Royston was happy, he would give her permission to pull out the sex toy from
her wet cunt and urinate, and she would then relieve herself. All this time, she
would be required to keep Royston on the phone, so that he could hear her go.
After she was done, she would then have to thank him, before she hung up, and
replaced the vibrator before pulling her panties back up. If Royston was not
happy or was busy, she would have to sit there with her panties around her
knees, and a full bladder, and he would tell her to stay on the line, or call
back in five minutes or ten minutes later to ask for permission again. During
the ten minutes in the cubicle, her heart would be beating very fast each time
she heard someone come into the washroom - she wondered if it might be Mr Shih,
or Mr Ko, and could not imagine what they would do or think if they realized she
was in the men's washroom.
Grace was sitting on the toilet, having already lowered her pantyhose and
panties to her knees. She called Royston on her cellular phone.
"Sir, this is Grace. I am in the men's executive washroom. Can I please have
your permission to take out the vibrator and pee?"
"Hmm...," said Royston, "let me see..." he said. Grace waited patiently.
Thankfully today, George did not ask her out for coffee like the day before, so
she had lesser need to go.
Grace heard the rustling of paper over the phone. His voice seemed further away,
and he came nearer again, as if he was busy at his desk. "Before I answer that,
let me ask you a question Grace," Royston said.
"Yes Sir?" Grace replied.
"You remember Mr Sorag, don't you?" Royston said.
"Yes Sir." Grace's mind whirled for an instant, as she tried to figure out what
Royston was up to.
"Well, he wants to ask us out for drinks tonight, and he asked me what I thought
of that."
Grace did not know what to say, and waited to hear what Royston had to say next.
"Since you haven't yet earned the right to have the vibrator removed from your
cunt today, I am thinking of sending you to drinks with him by yourself. "
Grace felt horrified as the prospect of having drinks with Mr Sorag by herself,
with the vibrator turning on automatically on timer every ten minutes. The first
time in the hour it turns on, it would be on for half a minute and then it would
turn off. The second time it would be for one minute. And so on, until the last
time the vibrator would be on for a full three minutes. The last time she had
this experience was in the group meeting with Mr Sorag, and it was excruciating
not to cry out when the vibrator started and not to betray any emotions on her
face as the sex toy attacked her helpless cunt. This time it would be worse if
it was just the two of them, with him just concentrating on her !
Royston added, "In fact, I am even thinking of suggesting to him to compliment
you on your earrings and touching your earlobe." Grace visualized Royston saying
this with the annoying grin on his face. But she knew Royston was serious. If Mr
Sorag did touch her earlobe, this would mean that she would have to give him a
blowjob, and failure to do so would result in dire consequences to her.
"Please Sir, please... please don't make me give a blowjob to Mr Sorag," Grace
pleaded over the phone.
"Well it's up to you really, Grace. You do have a choice. If you do what you
have to do as a good girl does, then you won't have that vibrator in you when
you go meet Mr Sorag. And I won't mention the earrings to him."
Grace shut her eyes tightly, as she held the phone against her ear.
She knew what Royston wanted. She had to ask for permission to cum before she
was allowed to remove the vibrator. She hated this part very much, perhaps even
more so then being blackmailed by Royston to do the nasty things she had to do
over the last month, like giving the office janitor a blowjob, and walking
around in the shopping mall in those slutty clothes. She hated most the
humiliation of having to ask him for permission to orgasm, and actually
orgasming with the full knowledge that he knew exactly when she came, and he
controlled whether she would be allowed that guilty pleasure or not. What made
that guilty pleasure worst of course, was that it was a pleasure in the first
place - while her rational mind wanted her to stop, to resist and to run away
from this situation happening to her, her body had overruled her in that she was
forced to enjoy this involuntary climax whether she wanted it or not.
"Take your time to think about it Grace...but till I hear your answer, you won't
have permission to relieve yourself. So call me back when you made your choice."
The phone went dead.
- Author's note: If you have any messages for Grace, please leave them
at grace_slut at hotmail. -
> next