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Grace's Very Hard Lessons
by darkavenger

Email comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com

(M+/F, nc, oral, humiliation, exhib, blackmail, coercion)

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@tokyo.com (delete nospam from the address).

A sequel to Grace's Hard Lessons.




PROLOGUE : 7 days ago: ASKING FOR PERMISSION TO CUM


“Sir, may I cum now please?” said Grace politely, over the phone. Her lips were pursed, and her eyes half-closed, as she struggled to maintain her composure, with the insane vibrations hammering her pussy non-stop for the last ten minutes, the twelfth time that day since she stepped into the office. She felt like her pussy was immersed in molten fire – a combination of heat, lust, guilt, pleasure, shame and wetness.


“In a moment, Grace,” said Royston, his voice firm over the phone. “First, take off your slut panties. Make sure the vibrator stays in your pussy.”


Grace looked around in her cubicle. There was nobody near by. Carefully, she reached down, hooked her thumbs over the elastic band of her panties and tugged them down to her knees. All this while staying seated. Then using one hand she pulled the wet undergarment to her ankles and stepped out of them one foot at a time. Grace had her panties, damp from her juices, in her hand.


“Done, Sir,” she reported over the phone. The cylindrical object that was the vibrator stayed embedded in her naked cunt.


On Royston’s computer, he saw that Grace had appeared on his list of contacts online via his instant messaging software. He had given Grace an online nickname on Messenger – a very apt one reflecting her new status in the office. The message window popped up with a message from his female colleague.


grace_slut: Can I have your permission to cum Sir?


Which he promptly responded back, by typing on his keyboard.


Roy: What is in your mouth slut?


Grace’s felt the tip of her ears and the back of her neck growing hot when she saw Royston’s words flashing on her screen. She peered up from her computer to check that nobody would accidentally see her mouth crammed full if they walked by her cubicle. Slowly, she typed on the keyboard, “My panties Sir.”


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CHAPTER 1 (MF, nc, humiliation, toy)


Grace walked across the polished marble corridor of the office. Several men on the floor all stopped what they were doing and looked her way, staring at the delectable ass and legs of the petite bombshell. She was already one of the prettiest executives in the company - confident, capable, sexy and with an ambition to match. Throw in pert young breasts pushing against her tight, thin white blouse restrained by the one button of her jacket, and a very short skirt, this was a lethal combination.


In her early twenties, Grace was well on her way in climbing the corporate ladder, being trusted by both the head

of her department, as well as having made a favorable impression with the other department heads. Until she

made a fatal mistake. She thought she could skim off some money from the company and got caught by none

other than her rival and ex-suitor, Royston. Royston was her colleague from another department, and about five

years older than she was. He took the chance to teach her some hard lessons.


In days past when Grace wore what most professional young women would wear, she already got her fair share

of attention from men in the office and envy from the women, as she had a slim figure, short cropped hair and

exquisite make-up. As Grace walked across the corridor today, she tried to appear nonchalant, ignoring the

attention she was getting from all around. In reality, she felt uneasy walking around in the embarrassingly short

skirt, which tended to ride up her thighs. The extremely high heels made it even worse, making her sway from

side to side as she walked, and she was worried that if her skirt climbed higher, her panties would be exposed to

her colleagues on the floor.


The whole outfit made her out to be the office slut. A man-hungry, attention-craving, sex-tease. It screamed,

“Look at me! Look at what a sexy little tease I am!”. Which was the idea. But not Grace’s idea. It was part of

Royston’s plan to humiliate her in the office.


“Grace! Wait up..” a soft feminine voice came from behind.


Grace turned around and saw that it was Ming, from Mr Ko’s department. While Grace did not know her very

well, Ming had been a friend so far. Ming had a full head of raven black hair that reached the small of her back,

and she was also a very tall girl. Grace thought she was beautiful, as did all the men in the office as well. Then

again, Mr Ko had the reputation of hiring beautiful women. He changed his secretaries, typically quite young,

very often too.


“Hello Ming..” said Grace.


“Are you attending the sales meeting called by Royston?” Ming asked from a distance away.


“Yes I am. You going to?” Grace responded.


“I’ll walk with you,” said Ming, with a smile, tucking her long hair behind her ear as she approached the smaller

girl.


“Sure…” replied Grace.


“Are you taking the staircase up?” Ming asked, glancing at the staircase in the foyer which led to the second floor

where Grace sat in the office. Ming looked back at Grace.


“Um.. yes…” Grace said. Then she saw Ming glancing at her very short skirt. From the corner of her eye, Grace

also noticed a few men who were looking their way.


Ming said,“Why don’t we take the elevator. I’ll accompany you.” Ming grabbed Grace’s hand and pulled her

along.


Grace was reluctant to take the elevator only because Royston wanted her to take the staircase to get around in the office in the day, except when she had to take the elevator from the building lobby to the office in the morning or leave the office in the evening.


As the elevator door closed with the two ladies inside, Ming said, “You don’t mind if I say something Grace?”


“No… of course not..” Grace looked at the long haired girl.


“Well, I’ve always admired you Grace…you’re smart, and capable, and you can talk well, and the bosses all like you and everything. Which is great…”


“Why, thanks…” Grace smiled quizzedly, knowing that there would be a “but” coming up.


“But… recently I noticed you’ve been dressing… well… very sexily.. you know… “


“Um… yes…” Grace nodded, finally seeing where the conversation was leading to.


“There’s a lot of gossip going around you know… “ continued Ming,” when you’re dressed like that. I’m not sure if I should call it overdressed or underdressed. You didn’t wear such things before…”


Ming was obviously feeling a little distressed to be saying what she was, but Grace could tell that she was genuinely trying to help her, and she felt grateful.


“Why are you dressed like that nowadays Grace? It’s not like you. Look, your skirt is riding up. Let me help you.”

Ming pulled down the material of Grace’s skirt that had ridden up her thighs. Grace knew that Ming was asking

her why she dressed like a slut, in a polite way.


Just then, the elevator door opened on their floor. Not finding an immediate reply to Ming’s question, Grace walked out of the elevator with Ming, as the two of them made their way to the conference room where the sales

meeting would be held.


Walking alongside Grace, Ming said softly, “Did Royston ask you to dress so sexily?”


Grace felt a spike of alarm in her heart. No, it must be a wild guess. Ming wouldn’t know my secret, would she?


Grace found herself unable to answer that direct a question from Ming. If she answered yes, that would raise more questions like why Royston wanted her to dress like a slut and why she needed to please him.


“No, no… “ Grace replied…”I am dressing like that because… I like to,” she completed the sentence, and a few seconds after, the implications of what she just said sank into her. She was just forced to admit that she liked dressing like a slut. The humiliation burned in her heart, as her mind drifted to thirteen days ago. This was the day when Royston first made her wear the six-inch heels, probably the most symbolic of her becoming the office

slut…

13 days ago: THE HEELS.


Grace walked across the foyer in the office, holding a coffee cup and saucer in her small hands. Six pairs of male

eyes watched her as she made her way slowly up the staircase to the upper floor, carrying the coffee. Royston had

asked her to go to the pantry to fetch coffee for him. It was one of her daily tasks.


What made her the center of male attraction were two things. Firstly, the number one hot topic among the male

population in the office now was the length of Grace’s skirt over the last few weeks. It had been getting shorter

and shorter. Just when it seemed impossible for the hemline to get any higher, Grace broke her personal record.

The men congregating outside the pantry whispered to each other, discussing if the ultra-short skirt she was

wearing was indeed one inch shorter than the previous day’s, or if it was just the effect of the heels. The six inch

heels – that was the second thing that transformed the men in the office to a bunch of bumbling boys whenever

they saw Grace walk past – their jaws would drop, and they would be reduced to a primal state with eyes

bulging, hormones raging in their brains and loins, and scarcely anything else would matter.


While Grace had already worn four inch heels on the day of her presentation to the bosses, Royston had since

raised the stakes for Grace, literally. He sent to her hotel a pair of black pumps with six-inch stiletto heels. There

was also a pair of black stockings. Her new shoes forced her feet to arch dramatically, supporting her entire

weight on her toes. The front of the shoes was pointed and narrow. This squeezed her toes together, adding to the

already enormous strain on her feet.


Royston was well aware that for a woman walking around on the flats of her toes while her ankle is up at an

almost ninety-degree angle to her toes, her calves will become taut – and almost all men love shapely, well-

formed, defined calves. The form of the foot in the pump, arched and tense - from the muscles on the foot just

above where the toes slide into the shoe so snugly giving a peek of the toes’ cleavage, up the dramatic arch of the

foot, to the heel of her foot that brings the eye to the floor and back up the leg to the buttocks - focuses attention

on those sensual calves.


Royston watched from behind the blinds in his office, overlooking the main staircase in the center of the office –

where Grace was climbing with his cup of coffee. She was getting quite a bit of attention from the usual morning

crowd of people going to and fro the office pantry on the first floor. The heels were part of his plan for Grace’s

training.


While heightening the sensuality of a woman’s legs, walking in these extremely tall heels was an art, as the lady

would have to balance her entire body weight, between her toes and that tiny stiletto heel on the back of the shoe.

This has pleasing side effects from a male point of view. The obvious effect is to make the woman several inches

taller, and her legs appear longer especially if she is wearing a short skirt. Now Grace was not a very tall girl to

begin with, so an extra six inches was a very noticeable increase of height for her. Another side effect was that the

lady would walk slowly to avoid losing balance on such tall heels, and this made her movements more dainty

and feminine. Indeed, when Grace walked in those heels, the delicate balance caused her invariably to swish her

hips more prominently with each step, as if she's wiggling her ass intentionally.


As she climbed the staircase, Grace’s skirt started to ride up. Aware that this was happening, she stopped in the

middle of the staircase. With her hands full, she could not pull down her skirt, and she was afraid that she might

drop the cup if she tried to transfer it to one hand now.


Grace decided she was almost at the top already, so she continued climbing the staircase. Six pairs of eyes

followed her up, enjoying the view of that tight ass, the tops of her black stockings appeared, and for the lucky

ones standing at the right position, the pink underwear that peeked out.


Amazingly, Grace did not spill any coffee into the saucer at all, finally reaching Royston’s office.


“Well done Grace…” said Royston, looking at the young woman as she placed the cup on his desk.


“Today I need your help to retrieve some files from the archives, “said Royston, hardly looking at her when he

spoke. “Here’s the list I need…” Royston handed her a sheet of paper with a list of about a dozen file reference

numbers. “I want to see all of the files here on my table by noon.”


“Yes Sir,” Grace replied. As she tottered out on his room on her unsteady heels, Royston cocked his head and

smiled at his own brilliance and poor, unsuspecting Grace.


The six-inch high heels changed the center of gravity for Grace such that her hips are rotated forward, making her

thrust out her buttocks behind her, and in turn causing her chest to be pushed forward by the increased curvature

of her spine. When she walked, that change in center of gravity made her walk in such a way that highlighted her

boobs and bootie, without her really realizing it.


Royston has required Grace to strut around in these very tall heels at the workplace for this very reason, as he

wanted to transform her slowly, but surely, to the complete office slut. Besides how the tensing of the muscles on

the back of her legs now made her butt and calves look more shapely, her walking with her thrust-out ass had her

shaking her butt much more than she was used to, as she sashayed around the office. Combined with the super-

high hemlines, Grace looked like a killer babe that craved all the male attention to herself. She was the ultimate

object of male fantasy in the office.


Holding the sheet of paper, Grace took the staircase down to the foyer, one hand on the railing to steady herself,

and one hand to smooth down her skirt to make sure she wasn’t revealing more than she had to. Heaving a sigh

of relief that she did not tumble down the staircase while walking in the six inch heels, she made her way to the

file library where all the old files were kept. While Royston had a secretary, she knew that he was intentionally

asking her to do all this. Nevertheless, her new status in the office was such (at least to the few people who knew

her secret), and she accepted that.


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“Grace!” Royston said in a louder voice.


Ming tapped Grace on her elbow. Grace broke out from her reverie, and looked up. She was in a meeting room

full of people, mostly reporting to Royston. It was a sales meeting that Royston had called.


“Grace, can you please take minutes for the meeting?” Royston requested in a slightly impatient tone. It sounded

more like a command then a request really. “Your memory is getting as short as your skirt nowadays,” remarked

Royston. There were some laughter in the room, and Grace quickly replied, “Yes, of course.” She turned red as

she quickly flipped open her notebook.


Royston was intentionally embarrassing her – firstly by making her take minutes like a secretary. She was

actually more senior than all of the junior executives there besides Royston, but Royston treated her like she was a

newbie to the office. Secondly he made fun of her by referencing to her very short skirts – when she really had no

choice but to wear them at his instruction. But nobody else in the room knew that, of course. One of the

conditions of her deal with Royston was that she would have to relinquish her ability to choose her wardrobe,

and had to wear whatever she was given. Over the last month, Royston had made the clothes Grace wore to the

office more and more daring – shorter skirts, tighter blouses, figure hugging cuts, and plunging necklines.


What the other people in the meeting room also didn’t know, was the fact that Grace had a remotely controlled

vibrator buried in her pussy. On good days, she would be allowed to wear a sanitary pad to absorb the juices that

she would inevitably secrete throughout a large part of the day she was in the office. This was part of her

“orgasm training” as Royston called it.


“Or would you much rather go up to the board and write it down so that we all know you got it right?” said

Royston half jokingly. Grace stared in horror at Royston, thinking about how short her skirt was, the small

vibrator in her pussy, and the remote control in Royston’s pants pocket.


“No Sir, I’ll prefer to write in my notebook. I will get it right,” she replied tactfully. There were some giggles in

the corner of the room over her calling Royston “Sir”, which Grace winced inwardly but maintained her cool

exterior.


“Alright,” said Royston. Grace breathed a silent breath of relief, and pulled her chair closer to the large conference

table where everyone was seated around. Royston started the meeting.


Grace took down notes faithfully, but a part of her mind dwelled on her orgasm training. A key part of the

training involved her learning to ask for permission to cum. She was told that being allowed to orgasm was a

reward, and that she had no right to feel pleasure from a pussy that belonged to her Owner, Mr Nakamori. This

was unless she obtained permission from him or other men that he delegated that authority to. Royston was one

of the men who had that authority. She wondered if her head of department, Mr Shih, was another one. Grace

was told that would be others that she would come to know of in time.


Grace still remembered the first time she had to wear the slim silver cigar-shaped vibrator in the office. Bringing

it past building security had alerted the security officers to the metallic object in her bag, much to her shock and

humiliation when she had to produce the offending object to them in a public place. With that same silvery

smooth cylinder lodged deep in her pussy under her panties, Grace had experienced her first involuntary orgasm

in the office – accidentally witnessed by George, a new hire from the accounting department.


The subsequent times weren’t any easier for her. To make her suffer constant humiliation throughout the day,

Royston would turn on the vibrator to high intensity a couple of times per hour. This would catch her by surprise

at the most unexpected moments, causing her to be in quite a mess. When the vibrator suddenly roared alive,

Grace would accidentally knock over things, or stumble if she was walking. As she was hitting the three minute

mark, the vibrator would turn off as suddenly as it turned on, and she would be left near the verge of cumming,

but not quite there.


Alternatively, Royston would keep the vibrator on at low intensity for half an hour. He especially liked to do this

when he knew Grace would be in a meeting, like right now. With the vibrator buzzing quietly for thirty minutes,

Grace would be doing her utmost best not to squirm in her seat as she sat there with other people in the same

room, a sanitary pad soaking up her juices secreting from her defenceless cunt.


Royston had told Grace that if she wanted to orgasm, all she needed to do was to ask him for permission. If he

granted her permission, she could cum, and she would not need to undergo the vibrator treatment for the rest of

the day. Grace resisted for days when he introduced that new rule, refusing to ask for permission. Until seven

days ago, when she finally gave in.


That fateful day, Royston had set the vibrator off in her pussy with medium intensity – a nice healthy buzz that

made her weak in her knees, even as she was made by Royston to fetch a number of files up and down the busiest

staircase in the office. Medium was not enough to get her off but enough to get her hot and bothered. To make

things worse, the bellboy in the hotel she stayed in had selected a gossamer mesh thong with lace trim, in nude

color, for her to wear that morning. The bellboy delivered her clothing and underwear from Royston every

morning, and to humiliate her further, she had to model different sets for the bellboy to choose.


Grace was fetching and delivering files for Royston from various people in the office, and the vibrator would turn

on for fifteen torturous minutes of medium intensity as she walked to someone’s cubicle and back. After eight

times of this treatment, with three minute breaks in-between, Grace’s mesh thong were soaked by her own juices,

making the material effectively transparent – making quite visible her dark pubic hair and shape of her lips if

someone had peeped under her skirt.


To spice it up further, Royston interspersed the last two times of medium intensity intervals with random bursts

of high intensity. This pushed Grace closer to involuntary release, where she teetered on the verge of cumming.

She did not want to cum in the open office while she was carrying files up and down the staircase. She certainly

did not want to cum in the file archive room where the spooky mailman lurked. If she orgasmed without

permission, Royston’s punishment for her was to give blowjobs every day to the office janitor for a week. And so,

after several hours of enduring the vibrator buzzing in her pussy, Grace finally picked up the phone in her

cubicle. Making sure nobody was nearby that would hear her, she called Royston’s office. She could not resist any

longer – she would go insane or end up accidentally flashing or humiliating herself in public. If she was going to

be humiliated, she would rather keep it to just Royston.


Royston made her ask for permission over Messenger on her computer, with her panties in her mouth, before he

finally granted permission for her to orgasm. Grace remembered the feeling of her dignity hitting rock-bottom

when she had her cunt-soaked panties in her mouth as she came. That was just a week ago. What new low would

she reach today, she asked herself.


Grace shut her eyes as she felt the wetness spreading between her legs. Royston had turned on the vibrator again

in the meeting room. Grace scribbled in her notebook, barely hearing the people droning on in the meeting. She

feared that the others would see the look on her face and know.


The sheen on her face, the slightly pursed and moist lips, the occasionally half-closed eyes.


Royston noticed, and smiled inwardly. He was impressed that Grace was able to hold herself together for so long

– some girls he know would have already orgasmed several times with the kind of vibrator treatment he was

putting her through.


Soon the meeting ended. Some of the other people chatted with each other for a short while in the room before

leaving. Grace mostly ignored them all, pretending to scribble in her notebook. Finally it was only her and

Royston left in the conference room. Royston closed the door, and smiled at her.


Grace opened her legs, as she had been trained. She had to sit with her legs open whenever in private with her

Master or with Royston. With her short skirt, Royston could easily see her panties and the wet patch that had

been created with his vibrator. Satisfied, he reached into his pocket and turned it off with the remote control.


“It would be something if you had creamed yourself while taking notes won’t it?” Royston remarked with a grin,

“Do you think there will be better attendance at these sales meetings then? “


He continued on his verbal humiliation, knowing it distressed her. “What do you think goes through our male

colleagues’ minds when they are watching you, up there writing on the board. Do you think they notice the

minute wriggling of your bum from time to time, the subtle rubbing of your thighs against each other… the

tensing of your pelvic muscles, the tiny moments when you purse your lips and close your eyes?”


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GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006. Email comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com


CHAPTER 2 (MF, exhib)

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Grace, one of the youngest star female executives in the company, was sitting in the meeting room on the

cushioned chair, facing her colleague. Dressed in professional office attire, with an exceptionally short business

skirt and exceptionally high stiletto heels, wearing pristine make-up, the only thing below that cool exterior

which gave away her sexual submission and control to the man in front of her, was the fact that Grace’s thighs

were parted deliberately in her sitting position – approximately six inches between her knees, the maximum

allowed by her short skirt before the material would ride up her thighs. This allowed her colleague Royston to

have a clear view of her mesh-thong panties, and the embarrassing wet spot created by his vibrator, still parked

in her cunt-hole.


Leaning forward to inspect the reluctant lady between her legs, Royston said, “And how is your Royal

Slushiness?”


“Nice and wet isn’t she?” Royston remarked, looking her in the eye.


“Yes Sir,” Grace acknowledged, somewhat reluctantly.


“Why are you so mean to me Sir?” she said.


“Me?” said Royston incredulously. “Mean? I’ve been SO nice with you Grace.. you have no idea. And you say I’m

mean.”


Grace didn’t know how to respond, so she kept quiet, sitting there with her legs spread open for Royston’s

inspection.


“In fact I’ll show you how nice I am to you, Grace. Your photo shoot is definitely on this evening, so you will

need to be at Joe’s at 8pm. Because you’ve been such a GOOD girl yesterday evening – you remember yesterday

evening don’t you girl? - I will not be continuing the vibrator treatment for the rest of today.”


Grace’s heart ached as she recalled what happened yesterday evening. Royston had imposed a new rule for her -

to even qualify to ask for permission to orgasm, she must have man-cum in her mouth. It was the most degrading

experience she ever had in her life when she crawled to Royston, and showed him her mouth full of fresh semen,

and asked for permission from Royston to let her cum. To earn her orgasm, she had sucked off a co-worker from

the accounting department. It was George’s cum she had in her mouth when she climaxed, hard, like a horny slut.

She surprised herself, what she had done. She wondered what she new low she would make herself do next.


As Grace stepped out of his office, Royston too, wondered about who Grace would choose to suck off next time,

just so that she could earn her right to ask permission to cum. Would it be George again? Or Chong the office

janitor? Or would it be someone else? Maybe it was about time she did the mailroom man..


** 12 days ago: THE MAILROOM MAN


Tony was the office’s mail room clerk. He also worked in the file library, which was next to the mail room. Tony

was twenty-nine years of age and single, and did not quite complete high school. It was easy to see why he was

single though – his looks were unremarkable, his aftershave atrocious, he carried his gangly frame usually with a

hunch and shuffling gait, and he spoke with a stutter. As a result, he was generally not too good with women.

However, that didn’t mean that he didn’t fancy the ladies working in the office. In fact, he had been keeping track

of Grace – one of the hottest chicks in the office – for some time. It was to his pleasant surprise that she suddenly

popped up this morning in his little territory.


And what an appearance. Tony’s eyes nearly rolled out of their sockets as he saw Grace in her low-cut top, very

short skirt and six inch stiletto heels, standing in the doorway.


“Umm.. excuse me…” she said, peering around, before she decided that Tony was the only human being around

in the vicinity which she could ask for help. “I need to retrieve a number of files from the archives. Can you tell

me where I can find them?”


Since Tony looked at her with the same dumbstruck expression as he usually did, it did not occur to Grace

initially that her dress code was causing quite a stir under his pants. Grace looked down at where Tony was

staring – her legs, and uneasily cleared her throat, suddenly remembering with embarrassment the slutty attire

that Royston had forced her to wear to work.


“Umm.. your name is Tony right? The file reference numbers are all listed on this sheet,” she said, trying to

ignore the fact that he was staring at her.


“Ah.. yes… Miss Grace…,” said Tony finally, finding his wits and tearing his eyes away from the legs and

focusing on the sheet of paper she was holding up in front of him.


Grace found it mildly annoying that he always addressed her not by her last name or simply “Grace”, but “Miss

Grace”.


“Th – this one and this, you nn – need to look in this cabinet here. The rest – I think it would be over there… I can

sh - show you later…” Tony said with a stammer.


Grace stooped down, and looked at the label on the cabinet – Tony was right, the file she was looking for was in

the lowest drawer of the cabinet. Pulling out the drawer, she started looking. Grace realized that with her six inch

heels, she had to reach down six inches further to reach into the low drawer.


After a while, her back felt the strain, and she contemplated kneeling down to continue her search. The idea of

kneeling in the presence of this creepy mailman did not appeal to her immensely, especially since it reminded her

of her training positions. But most of all, she was worried that with her ridiculously steep heels, she would be

unable to get up.


So Grace decided to squat down – it was definitely easier than bending her back, and she would definitely be able

to get up than if she was kneeling. For two minutes, she searched for her file in the cabinet, oblivious that Tony

was watching her from a short distance behind. When she looked down at her skirt, she suddenly realized that

there was a reason why Tony was standing where he was. Reflected on the shiny metallic surface of the front of

the drawer, Tony could see Grace’s panties between her thighs due to her squatting position.


Grace quickly stood up when she realized what the creepy mailroom clerk was up to.


Tony was getting a hard on watching the young lady’s thighs and her panties through the reflection in the

drawer. When she suddenly stood up, he was extremely disappointed.


Grace finally found her file, and pulled it out, closing the drawer.


“The other files are over here,” said Tony as he beckoned Grace over to the other side of the cramped room. He

pointed to another stack of files in boxes. He returned to his seat at his regular table, which happened to be facing

the boxes. These were the files that Royston just returned, so they were still in the temporary storage boxes, to-be

shelved.


This was in fact planned by Royston. With six inch heels, Royston knew that Grace had to reach down six inches

further to reach something on the floor if she couldn’t squat or kneel. The further down she bent, the higher her

skirt hiked up the back of her legs, and up her butt. While her skirt may not hike itself up another six inches,

considering how short her skirts had become, if it hiked up another two inches, she would already be exposing

herself. Royston, knowing that certain files were in the bottom drawers, or in the boxes facing Tony (because

Royston had just returned those files), had made sure that these file reference numbers were on the list he gave to

Grace.


All the time Grace was retrieving the files from the boxes, Tony was enjoying the sight of Grace exposing herself

to him. His mouth watered as he stared at her waif-like legs stretching up to the bottom half-moons of her smooth

ass, his hand adjusting the tightness in his pants.


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GRACE'S VERY HARD LESSONS

by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006. Email story comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com.

Leave messages for grace at grace_slut at hotmail.


CHAPTER 3 (MF, D/s)


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On the way back to her hotel room, Grace had a heavy heart. She had no choice but to do the photo-shoot at Joe's

studio later. Joe was Nakamori's friend and photographer. This was part of the arrangement for her to earn

enough money to pay back the amount she stole from the company. As long as she kept her end of the bargain to

"do as she was instructed", her secret would be safe with Nakamori, Mr Shih, and Royston. They would cover up

her crime, and not report her to the police for the money she embezzled.


The problem was that she seemed to be sinking deeper and deeper into the cycle of blackmail and submission.;

the things which Royston and Nakamori made her do - some demeaning, some downright depraved, mostly

sexual and designed to humiliate her. Some were tame, almost innocuous in comparison at first, but then rapidly

degenerated into a nightmare. Her photography shoots were like that. It started off with her modeling swimwear

and ended with her being stripped and led around like a dog, and being whipped by Nakamori. Her subsequent

photo shoots had progressed to lingerie, and then to the shopping mall with some really slutty garments which

she wouldn't even call clothes. When she went for her shoot again last week, she was photographed tied up,

chained, and put in humiliating positions. Tonight was her continuation of her "bondage shoot" as Joe called it,

and she dreaded it.


When Mr Ko, Royston's boss, had asked her out for dinner the previous week, Grace had wondered if it was just

a date, as the man was rumored to have many with the ladies in the office, or if this was another one of those

nightmare episodes. After all, Mr Shih had already fucked her, once he found out about her thievery and her little

cover-up scheme with Royston. So she wouldn't be too surprised if Mr Ko had also been let in on her blackmail

by either Royson, or Mr Shih, whom she worked for.


** 11 days ago: THE DINNER


Grace stepped into the restaurant where she was to meet Mr Ko. It was one of the top restaurants downtown.


Ming could not tell her why Mr Ko wanted to meet her for dinner, but said that Mr Ko did request for Grace to be

dressed formally. Apparently Mr Ko was a regular customer at this restaurant.


The décor was dim, with candle-lights, and while there many sections in the restaurant for private dining, many

of the walls were made of glass, thus everyone could see who entered the restaurant. Many heads turned at her

arrival, which Grace was quite accustomed to. Her hair was done up, and she had lip gloss and dangly earrings.

She was in an elegant, but daring black halter-neck dress with a super low-cut back. Unlike most halter-necks, the

shoulder straps were made of fine chain-links - they kept the pieces of cloth covering her breasts up, and were

joined together as one behind her neck, leaving one end of it long and dangling to her lower back. Her back was

revealed entirely by the cut of her dress which was so low it only stopped just an inch above her panty-line.


Grace would never think of wearing something so sexy to meet with Mr Ko, one of the most senior executives of

her company, especially since the dinner was suggested by him. She did not want to send him any wrong signals.

Unfortunately, as her wardrobe was controlled by Royston, she had no choice but to tell Royston about the dinner

to request for something appropriately formal to wear. Royston obviously was pleased as punch, when she had

come to him automatically and asked nicely, for a dress to wear. She was loath to tell him that the reason was that

she had been asked out by Mr Ko, but she saw no way around not telling him the truth. When she reached her

hotel room after work that day, she had found the sole black dress hanging in her wardrobe. Together with it,

there was a pair of side-tie thongs made of black silk. To match the super-low cut on the back of her dress, Grace

had to tie her thongs quite low on her hips so that she would not be exposing her panties in plain sight. She was

not surprised that there was no bra that came with the dress, but she managed to buy a pair of backless, strapless

stick-on bra cups from a store on the way to the dinner.


The maitre 'd asked her for the reservation name, and she told him. He showed her to the table, where Mr Ko was

already waiting. On her arrival at the table, the man that was one of the directors of her company stood up

politely.


"Allow me," Mr Ko said with a broad smile, as he pulled out Grace's seat.


Grace smiled and stepped in front of her seat. Mr Ko was standing behind her, his hands on the chair. For a brief

moment, she froze when she felt his hands on her bare shoulders as she sat down. Then he was back at his seat

opposite her.


Grace remembered that the last time she met Mr Ko at a formal event, that is, not just walking along the corridors

in the office. It was at a client dinner - the dinner where she was first introduced to Nakamori by Royston. At that

function, Grace was ordered to take off her bra halfway through the dinner by Royston even though she was

wearing a sheer dress - the first step in his plan to humiliate her. She recalled meeting Mr Ko also at the function,

and cringed inwardly thinking about how little she had worn.


The waiter asked, "Good evening, Mr Ko, and good evening Ma'am. Should I get you a bottle of wine to start off

with?"


Mr Ko said, "Sounds like a good idea. Grace, any preference for red or white?"


"No S- Mr Ko.. I will leave it up to you. " she said. Grace caught herself almost calling him "Sir" which was how

she has since been taught to address Royston and Nakamori.


"Get us a bottle of the 1994 Chateau Latour Pauillac," said Mr Ko.


"Certainly Sir," said the handsome waiter, who smiled at Mr Ko and then at Grace, before he walked away,

before returning shortly with a basket of bread. Absent-mindedly, Grace noted that the waiter's name tag said

"Bill", eliciting memories of a corny joke that her boyfriend had once told her.


Grace turned her attention to Mr Ko after placing her handbag on her seat beside her. Mr Ko was a balding man

in his fifties, with a slight paunch, and a rather unsettling gaze with his small beady eyes, only accentuated by the

horn-rimmed glasses he wore. Her own boss, Mr Shih, was a much more impressive and respectful looking man.

Indeed, Grace respected Mr Shih plenty, until the unfortunate events just recently which she finally saw through

his true colors when he violated her.


"So Grace.. I'm sure you are curious why I asked you out for dinner," said Mr Ko.


Grace held her breath, and feared the worst. Did Mr Shih or Royston tell him about her secret? About how they

were covering up her crime in return for her services? The things they are making her do so that they wouldn't go

to the police and put her in jail for stealing money from the company?


"You see, it's about the annual client appreciation ball. Royston is too busy with work to be organizing it. So I was

thinking of asking your help."


"Yes of course.. I would love to help, Mr Ko," said Grace.


"That's the pretext anyway for asking you out for dinner," Mr Ko said with a grin, "The real reason is that I love

fine food and wine. And I love the company of different people, especially beautiful women."


Grace smiled, thinking it was the polite thing to do but thought it best if she just ignored that last comment or

pretended not to hear it. It was true that Mr Ko had a reputation with women. In fact, the saying on the grapevine

was that he changed secretaries (all pretty young ladies) as often as he changed clothes. Ming used to be personal

assistant to another vice president, but when he transferred to another office, she was assigned to Mr Ko, whose

secretary happened to have resigned recently.


At that moment, the waiter returned with the bottle of wine. He proceeded to open it and poured the wine into a

decanter.


Mr Ko peered through his glasses at the lovely young lady sitting across the table - an executive who worked for

his company, and so indirectly worked for him. He marveled at her smooth silky skin, perfectly showcased by the

flattering strappy dress that she wore. When Grace reached for the olive oil, he found himself looking at her

underarm. Even though it was only exposed to his sight briefly, Mr Ko visualized in his head how her underarms

looked with her slender arms raised behind her head and wondered how often Grace shaved her armpits.


"So how long... have you been working with the company?" Mr Ko asked.


Grace thought for a second, and replied, "Just a little over four years."


"And how old are you?" Mr Ko asked. He did not see any issue with asking a lady her age, when the lady

worked for him.


"Twenty-five this year, Sir," Grace said. Grace knew that whatever Mr Ko wanted to know, it would actually be

in her personnel records that he would have access to anyway.


The waiter returned with menus. Mr Ko ordered for himself a tenderloin steak stuffed with oysters, and for Grace

a prime rib steak, with foie gras for starters.


"Would you like some greens to go with your steak, Ma'am?" the waiter asked.


"No thank you," said Grace. She was not a big eater, and she thought the portion of steak would be already a

challenge for her.


"Should I pour the wine Mr Ko?" asked the waiter, to which Mr Ko replied yes.


Grace watched as the waiter filled up her Bordeaux glass with the ruby red wine, before he poured for Mr Ko.


"This is a lovely red - complex and intricate, full of flavor.." he declared while beaming at Grace, his beady eyes

focused on her. Grace nodded and smiled.


"Enjoy the wine, Mr Ko and Ma'am," the waiter said, leaving the table.


Mr Ko swirled the wine in his big glass before clinking glasses with Grace.


"Four years and already assistant vice-president," said Mr Ko, "You're moving up fast in the company you know.

Shih has high hopes for you. He's always saying good things about you."


"Thank you Mr Ko," the young executive said, putting down her wine glass. The wine was indeed excellent -

probably very expensive, she thought to herself.


"But tell me, are you happy working for Shih though? Some people tell me his working style is difficult to

swallow.."


Grace, caught a little off-guard by the question, nodded quickly. An image of Mr Shih forcing himself on her,

flashed in her mind for a split second. "You can be frank," added Mr Ko, "I promise I won't tell him!" he said

with a half-laugh.


Wiping her mouth with the corner of her napkin, she replied carefully, "Yes, Mr Shih has been most kind to me. I

have learned so much from him, and really like working for him." Images of her supervisor raping her on his

table in his office flashed again in her mind. Grace broke her eye contact with Mr Ko, looking down at her wine

glass instead. She remembered the scene with Mr Ko fucking her from behind - the sense of degradation she felt

when Mr Shih came in her mouth and she was forced to swallow his cum.


"Sounds good... well if for some reason things don't work out, you can come work for me anytime, alright?" said

Mr Ko.


Thank you Mr Ko, I will keep your offer in mind," Grace replied.


Their appetizers arrived shortly. Mr Ko started asking Grace personal questions as they ate. First he asked about

whether she had a boyfriend. She said yes. He asked about what her boyfriend did for a living. She told him. She

also told him that her boyfriend was overseas at the moment, and would be for a few months. Mr Ko then asked

her how long they have been seeing each other.


Unknown to Grace, as she was describing what her boyfriend did for work, Mr Ko was only imagining what her

favorite positions were in bed with him - whether she liked to be on top or below, and whether she was a

screamer.

"You must miss him, eh?" said Mr Ko. Grace thought the older man had given her a wink as he spoke, but was

not really sure.

"Yes I do..." said Grace, "We do email and talk on the phone though."


Grace remembered with a tinge of regret, lying to her boyfriend that she was traveling on company business,

when she was really putting up at a hotel every night. Royston had insisted that she move out of her parents'

house to the hotel, as part of her new job and new life.


When Grace had initially defied Royston's wishes to suck a colleague's cock to ensure her secret was safe, the

bastard had sent some pictures of her taken by Nakamori's photographer, to her boyfriend. Luckily, it turned out

the pictures that Royston sent were just the ones where she was dressed in skimpy bikinis, and not the ones

where she had been stripped naked with a dog collar and leash on her neck. Royston did not send the actual

pictures as those were what he used to blackmail her into submission. He only sent the bikini pictures as a

warning. Grace did not want her boyfriend to find out about the blowjobs she had given to Royston and the office

janitor, so she had acceded to his further demands. While it was just bikini photos of Grace that her boyfriend

received, Grace had some major explaining to do. She finally convinced him that a girl friend of hers needed a

model urgently and she did it as a one-off favor, and that the photos were sent as a prank by her brother.


Finally, the waiter brought their steaks. Grace couldn't wait to start eating, not because she was hungry, but

because then the dinner would end earlier. She just had this creepy feeling about the man, even though he had

been nothing but civil and gentlemanly so far.


"So what do you do in your free time?" said Mr Ko, putting a morsel of rare beef into his mouth.


"You mean, like when I'm not working?" said Grace.


"Yes, you know.. hobbies...relaxation..whatever.." said Mr Ko, chewing on the bloody meat.


"Well I like to go shopping," replied Grace. At the back of her mind, she recalled with humiliation how Royston

and Nakamori had taken her to a shopping mall, where she had to wear nothing but a leather harness under a

trenchcoat, and had her photos taken in a public place.


"Ah yes, don't all women like to..." said Mr Ko, swallowing the food in his mouth. Grace noticed Mr Ko's adam's

apple was very pronounced, as he swallowed.


"Occasionally, I go to the spa..." she said, "..to get a facial..."


Mr Ko swirled his glass briefly before taking a mouthful of wine, savoring the taste. "That's nice.." he remarked,

although Grace was not sure if he meant the facial or the wine.


As Mr Ko contemplated Grace's fair complexion, he wondered what her face would look like if it were coated

with the cumshots of a dozen men.


"How about yourself, Mr Ko?" said Grace, as she delicately cut a piece of meat with her knife.


"Me?" said Mr Ko, "you mean besides enjoying the company of beautiful ladies?"


Grace did not reply, but merely smiled, and let the man continue talking. "Like all the other company directors, I

have to entertain clients, which means a great deal of different things. Personally I like golf, or going for a cruise

in the sea on a yacht. Have you ever been on a yacht?"


"No, Mr Ko," Grace replied.


"Well Mr Sorag has a nice large yacht. I'll see that you get invited the next time we do something on his yacht

then.."


Mr Sorag was one of Mr Ko's major clients. Grace wanted to decline, but thought it would be rude to do so. So

she acquiesced.


Just at that moment, Grace's cellular phone rang. Grace took out her phone from her handbag. Realising it was

Royston calling her, Grace felt a cold shiver run through her.


Grace knew that if she answered her phone, it would be impolite as Mr Ko was just seated across the table from

her. Yet, she feared what would happen if she didn't answer Royston's call - he was an asshole about things like

this. Looking across the table at Mr Ko, who appeared to be pre-occupied downing his tenderloin, she pressed the

Answer button on her phone.


"Hello?' she said softly. There was no answer initially, then his unmistakable voice came on.


"Hello my little slutgirl. How is the dinner?"


"It is fine Sir," she said in a low voice, angling her head to minimize the chance of Mr Ko overhearing her

conversation with Royston.


"Only fine? Well are you wearing the dress and panties I sent you?" said Royston.


"Yes Sir, I am..." she said in hushed voice.


"You are what?" said Royston.


"I -- .. am wearing the dress and panties you sent me," she said softly into the phone, glancing from the corner of

her eye to ensure Mr Ko wasn't paying attention.


"Only that?" he said.


"Yes..." she replied.


"I hate it when you lie to me Grace. Steve saw you go into a store on the way to the restaurant."


Grace could not believe that Royston had a bellboy from the hotel tail her. She stayed silent.


"If I'm not mistaken, you bought yourself a stick-on bra didn't you?" Royston continued.


"Yes Sir, I did. I'm sorry I didn't ask your permission," said Grace keeping her voice low so that Mr Ko would not

hear.


"Very well. Now I want you to go to the ladies, go into a cubicle, remove your thongs and hang it behind the

cubicle door. Then return to the dinner table."


"What??" she said, shocked.


Mr Ko looked up. She quickly gestured to her phone, and gave an apologetic look, making a sign that she needed

to excuse herself from the table. He nodded.


Royston continued talking on the phone as she started getting up,"You heard me Grace. This is your punishment

for defying instructions. Since you wore an additional piece of clothing that was not authorized, you will remove

another. Are you walking there now?"


Grace excused herself from the table, and started walking to the ladies. "Yes I am, Sir" she said.


"Good. Call me back in the ladies after you have taken off your panties." He hung up.


Finding the door to the ladies, she opened it. There was nobody inside. Going into the last cubicle, she closed the

door, and sat down on the toilet seat. Grace shut her eyes, going through her head for half a minute, on how

Royston would know whether she actually followed his latest instruction or not. After all, he did go to the trouble

of sending someone to tail her, and caught her buying the bra from the shop along the way. What if he came by to

check on her? She decided she better not risk being found to have disobeyed his instructions again. Her fingers

pulled the knot on her side-tie thongs, and it came undone. Gingerly, she hung the tiny undergarment on the coat

hook behind the cubicle door. Then she dialed his number on her cellular phone.


"Are your panties removed?" Royston said the moment the line picked up.


"Ye s Sir. They are hanging behind the toilet door like you instructed," she replied.


"Excellent. I wished I could see you in that black dress you are wearing... you must look lovely," he sighed.

"Now sit down on the toilet seat."


Holding the phone to her ear, Grace sat down as instructed.


"Now pull your dress up to your hips."


"What - I ... " Grace started to say.


"Just do it," he interrupted curtly.


Grace breathed in and then out, and replied submissively, "Yes Sir..."


--



GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006. Email story comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com.

Leave messages for grace at grace_slut at hotmail.


CHAPTER 4 (MF, humiliation, D/s, mast)


** 11 days ago (continued)


“Now spread your legs.. wide,” said Royston.


Grace found it weird that she was doing this on the instruction of a man over the phone, but did as she was told,

opening her thighs apart to expose her sex.


Royston continued issuing her instructions. “Use two fingers to play with your pussy. I want it wet. Real wet. So much so that your fingers are dripping with your juices. But you may not cum. You have three minutes to get

your pussy and fingers wet. After which you may return to the table. Don’t think of having me on though, I can’t see you but I can hear you, so during this three minutes, I want you to hold the phone in your lap with one hand while your other hand gets busy. ”


Three minutes! Reluctant as she was to play Royston’s game, she didn’t think she could get out of it given that he

was on the phone listening in. Holding the phone with one hand close to her pussy, Grace’s other hand started to

massage her pussy lips. She pushed out of her head all thoughts of herself being in the ladies room of a posh

restaurant about to start cuddling the kitty. Instead she tried to imagine herself back in her bedroom at home.


Grace’s fingers started working, her mind thinking of the last time when her boyfriend was licking her cunny. She

felt nasty that her cellular phone was a mere one foot away from her bare pussy, with Royston listening in, as if

he was there in person watching her masturbating. Instead, she forced herself to believe she was at home, lying

face down on her bed with both her hands underneath and between her legs, with her fingers pressed against her

vulva and clitoris.


Her inserted finger found her pearl of pleasure. With gentle but firm wrist movements, Grace rubbed her clit in

up and down, side to side, and circular motions with her finger, coaxing her womanhood gradually into a state of

dampness. Imagining herself lying face down on her bed again, she recalled the many times she was in her

favorite position with hands between her legs, thrusting her pelvis to move her genitals against her fingers.


Passing the two minute mark, the speed and strength of Grace’s wrist movements increased as her excitement

escalated. With her legs well spread as she sat on the toilet bowl stimulating her pussy at Royston’s command, a

momentary twinge of guilt flashed through her consciousness, shamed by this slutty behavior she was engaged

in behind her boyfriend’s back. That feeling of guilt died down quickly, subsumed by the growing wetness and

urge that permeated her soft insides and coated one of her fingers dipping into her treasure trove. The palm

rubbing against her pubic mound had taken control of the sensation of pleasure. Two finger tips had found her

clit and taken it hostage, rolling it around and pulling back on its hood to gain maximum stimulation, while her

pussy secreted moisture.


“Enough slut…three minutes is up.” The disembodied voice came across from her phone in her other hand.

Grace’s eye-lids flipped open, and she sat up guiltily like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar. In this case,

her fingers stopped moving, and withdrew reluctantly from their playground.


“Sir, I’ve got them wet,” said Grace tentatively, bringing up the phone from her lap to her ear again, wondering if

he had heard everything.


“Got what wet?” said Royston.


“My fingers and my…. my pussy Sir..” replied Grace sheepishly.


“Yes, your PUSSY. Your slut cunt.” said Royston in an unimpressed tone, “Was it hard to stop brushing the

beaver? I bet you would have creamed yourself if I didn’t stop you. Are your fingers dripping wet though?”


“Yes Sir… they are,” Grace held up her hand, covered with her own secretions. She stared at the evidence of her

own sexual arousal with disdain and denial.


“Very good. I am pleased with you. You will now return to the dinner table. You are NOT allowed to wash your

fingers OR your pussy, or wipe them before you return to the table.” Before Grace could formulate a response, he

hung up.


Grace gingerly opened the cubicle door. There was still nobody in the ladies. Leaving her thongs hanging behind

the door, she came out, and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her faced looked slightly flushed, but besides

that, she looked fine. Instinctively she reached for the washbasin tap, then remembered Royston’s instructions

that she could not wash her fingers, and stopped. After using her other hand to adjust her dress, Grace stepped

out of the ladies.


When Grace returned to the table, the waiter pulled out her chair for her, and she sat down. He then unfolded the

napkin and put it on her lap.


“Is everything ok?” asked Mr Ko, putting down his knife and fork, and wiping his mouth with the corner of his

napkin.


“Oh yes.. everything is fine,” said Grace, trying to make up something, “It was my boyfriend…”


(Royston had now become her “boyfriend”, she though to herself.)


Mr Ko looked at her expectantly.


Picking up her wine glass and without looking at him in the eye, the sentence came out of her mouth slowly. She

was wondering if Mr Ko had noticed the slight flush in her face from her near orgasm in the ladies, and the lie

that she was about to tell. “He forgot to bring something he needed on his trip,” she said.


“You’ve worked it out now, though right?” Mr Ko said with a smile.


“Yes it’s been settled,” she said. Grace sipped some wine from her glass, and paused. She could smell her own

scent of arousal from her still damp fingers that were holding the stem of her glass – the same fingers that were in

her pussy just minutes ago. Worse still, she realized that her juices hadn’t stopped flowing completely from the

earlier hyper-activity. She feared that the remnants would leak out of her still slushy pussy to her dress.


At that moment, her cellular phone buzzed, indicating that she had received a text message. Quickly she picked it

up from the table. There was a message from Royston.


“What would Mr Ko think if he found out you were banging the hood in the ladies back there, I wonder?”


Another text message arrived, and Grace quickly opened it as well.


“If you had a choice of putting your juice-covered fingers in your mouth or in the waiter’s mouth, what would you choose?”


Grace’s mind was thrown into disarray. If she chose her mouth, she would imagine what Mr Ko would think if Royston made her do that now in front of him. Only it was nastier because he was making her suck her fingers

that were coated with her secretions. Yet she can’t even imagine going up to the waiter and asking him if he

would like to taste her fingers. That was simply unthinkable! Only a slut would go up to a guy she hardly knew

and ask if he would like to taste her. Grace’s breathing became faster, but she forced herself to be calm.


Finally, uttering an apology to Mr Ko, she text-ed a reply on her phone: “My mouth.”


During the next minute, Grace just smiled at Mr Ko and carried on with her meal. Then the text reply came via

the phone:“Good. Not today though. Today, you may wipe your fingers on the napkin, but to earn your right to

do so, you will lift the hemline of your dress to mid-thigh under the table, and spread your legs.”


Grace almost heaved a sigh of relief. The table cloth was long enough to conceal her lower body and legs such

that nobody could see what she was doing. She would furtively use one hand to pull her hemline up slowly

under the table cloth, while eating and drinking with the other hand. It was creepy to spread her legs and expose

her bare pussy to Mr Ko, albeit it would be done surreptitiously under the table without him ever knowing it.

How would Royston know though, if she did this or not? Surely he didn’t have a spy in the restaurant?


Grace glanced around but did not see anyone that she could say was really paying attention to her table.


Then the next text message arrived: “You will also wipe your pussy with the napkin. I might ask you to bring the

napkin back to your hotel as evidence that you have followed my instruction. After you have wiped your pussy

with your legs open and dress hiked up, you may clean your fingers.”


Grace’s hopes were dashed that she could fool Royston on this one. Resigned to her fate, Grace obeyed her

invisible Master, slowly pulling up the hemline of her dress under the table until mid-thigh, then spreading her

legs, even as above the table, it would appear as vanilla as any other classy dinner between two civilized

individuals. Grace told herself that Mr Ko would never know that she was sitting there pantiless, with her pussy

still wet from self arousal just minutes ago. He would never know that her thongs were removed and hanging in

the toilet while her bare pussy was a mere few feet away from him, exposed completely to him under the table

with her thighs apart like a whore waiting to get fucked. Secretly, her hand moved the napkin between her legs,

and wiped the seeping moisture away. Having followed her instructions, Grace brought the napkin back to her

lap, adjusted her dress back secretly and wiped her guilty fingers with the clean side of her napkin.


The rest of the dinner continued pretty much uneventfully - mostly Mr Ko trying to make friendly banter, telling

her about his exploits when he was younger. Grace was relieved when it was finally over and Mr Ko asked for

the check. It felt odd having such a dinner alone with someone who was as senior as her boss Mr Shih, let alone

doing so pantiless. To her surprise, just when Mr Ko was signing the check, she got another text message on her

phone. She quickly read it – it was Royston telling her to leave her napkin behind.


Mr Ko kept his credit card and wallet, and looked up at Grace.


“Thank you for the lovely dinner, Mr Ko,” said Grace. It was her attempt to draw the line between her

professional life and her personal life.


“Thank you Grace… for agreeing to organise the company ball...I’m depending on you then. ” said Mr Ko,

standing up from the table.


“You’re welcome Mr Ko..” Grace replied, as the waiter Bill pulled her chair out for her as she stood up while

another helped Mr Ko put on his jacket.


Grace looked at the napkin sitting forlornly on her chair. She felt like a slut knowing that the damp spot on the

napkin were the juices from her pussy, and felt another stab of humiliation when her eyes met with the waiter’s,

knowing that he would be clearing away her napkin later. Would he be able to detect her smell of arousal on the

damp spot and guess the disgusting thing that she had done?


“I will ask Royston to work out the details with you,” said Mr Ko, as he walked with Grace to the entrance of the

restaurant.


“Please hold on, Ma’am,” called the waiter, from behind. He quickly caught up to Grace, and told her in a softer

voice. “Ma’am, did you leave something behind accidentally in the ladies?”


Mr Ko overheard what the waiter said, and replied, “What is it? Why don’t you bring it here.”


Grace’s face turned slightly pale at that suggestion but she quickly added, “Um.. it’s ok. Let me go take a quick

look,” said Grace, “please excuse me Mr Ko.”


Grace walked briskly back to the ladies, accompanied by waiter, Bill. She could feel the back of her ears turn a

little hot, as the questions raced in her mind. How did the waiter know? Did he find it? No, surely he wouldn’t go

into the ladies? Was it the waitress? Or perhaps another patron in the restaurant found her thongs in the ladies

and alerted the waiter? Should she deny it was hers? But if so, she would be leaving the restaurant pantiless.


“It’s hanging behind the last toilet cubicle, Ma’am,” said the waiter without batting an eyelid, stopping just

outside the door to the ladies. “Is it yours?”


“Yes I think so.. sorry I forgot to…nevermind..” Grace laughed in embarrassment, as she stepped into the ladies.

Going back to the last cubicle and shutting the door, she stared at her thongs that she came to the restaurant in.

She quickly put on the thongs under her dress, walking out of the ladies nonchalantly. To her relief, when she

joined Mr Ko at the restaurant entrance, he didn’t ask her what she left behind. Instead he suggested that he send

her home.


Grace tried to decline, but he said, “I insist.” As they stood outside the restaurant entrance, Grace tried to think of

excuses for not having him send her back, but could not come up with any.


Within a minute, Mr Ko’s chauffeured black limousine drove up. Grace had no choice but to get into the car with

Mr Ko.


“Thomas, we’ll send Grace back home first,” he said to his chauffeur. “Grace, why don’t you tell Thomas where

you live.”


In her nervousness, Grace leaned forward on the backseat in the huge car to tell Thomas her address, putting her

hands on top of the front seat to pull herself closer to the chauffeur.


If Grace had turned around then, she would have seen Mr Ko staring at her armpits, thinking how sexy they

looked devoid of hair.


Grace told the chauffeur her home address, instead of the address of the downtown hotel where she stayed at

now. It would be difficult to explain to Mr Ko why she was staying in a hotel since it was part of her arrangement

with Royston that she had to do so.


“Yes ma’am,” said the chauffeur, driving off, indicating that he understood the driving route that Grace had just

described to him.


Grace sat back, crossing her legs, smiling at Mr Ko. “Thank you Mr Ko, you needn’t have. I could just take a cab.

I’ve taken up enough of your precious time already.”


“My pleasure Grace.. think nothing of it..” Mr Ko grinned, almost boyishly. His hand was fumbling in his jacket,

looking for something. From his pocket, he pulled out a longish box. “Ah, I almost forgot..”


Gleefully he opened the box, revealing a glittering diamond necklace in it. Grace’s immediately thought,“Oh shit,

he’s definitely hitting on me. Help!”


“A little gift for a beautiful lady..” he offered.


“No, no, I can’t accept it Mr Ko…I’ve not done – “ she started to say, but was interrupted by the older man.


“You’ve not done anything to deserve it? C’mon, its nothing really. Just take it as a token of appreciation from me

for helping my department out on that ball you’re organising, yes? I would want you to wear that when you’re

hosting the ball!”


Grace hesitated, wondering how to refuse the obviously expensive and loaded gift, without offending a powerful

man at her company and jeopardizing her career.


“Well, you have done something to deserve it,” said Mr Ko, as he detached the necklace from its box.


Grace’s heart was beating fast.


“You’re a capable employee of mine, right? And I always reward capable employees… right Thomas?”


“Yes Mr Ko,” replied the chauffeur, “you have always been extremely generous.”


Grace wondered if there was a double meaning to Mr Ko’s comment about the employee bit. Maybe he just meant

that he rewards employees all the time, so there’s nothing special to the gift he’s giving her. But maybe he meant

that if she wanted to continue being an employee, she had better accept the gift. Whatever it was, Grace felt she

was running out of options fast.


“But – “ stammered Grace.


“No buts. You’re not allowed to reject me after having this nice dinner, alright?” he added in a playful tone,

feeling Grace’s resistance waning.


“Here, allow me to put it on for you,” he insisted, moving closing to her. “Turn around,” he instructed, beckoning

with his finger for her to look the other way.


Grace did not have much of a choice as Mr Ko sat right next to her, and put his hands, holding the jewelry piece,

around her neck. Looking out of the tinted car window at the passing traffic, she could feel the clammy touch of

his hands lightly resting on her bare shoulders as he attempted to fasten the catch of the necklace behind her

neck.


“Hold your hair up..” he said. Grace could see him in the reflection of the window. He was so close she could

smell his breath, which reeked a little of the wine.


With her hand holding up her hair at her nape, Mr Ko’s gaze once again wandered to her exposed underarm.

“Mmm… very nice,” he said, fastening the necklace.


Grace turned back, her face betraying her concern.


“Mr Ko, I really really can’t accept this obviously very expensive gift, “she said. Her hands went behind her neck to unfasten the catch.


Mr Ko was silent, and then it seemed that he was looking again in his jacket for something. It was his personal digital assistant.


Grace’s fingers fumbled with the necklace catch behind her neck. Why wouldn’t it open? Don’t panic now.. you don’t want to break it… she told herself.


To her surprise, she suddenly felt Mr Ko’s hand on her thigh. To Grace, the few seconds ticked by, as if in slow motion.


And then he spoke,“By the way, why did you give Thomas the wrong address? Don’t you stay in Caesar Park

Hotel?”


Grace felt as if a layer of ice has just been frosted upon her heart.


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GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006. Email story comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com.


CHAPTER 5 (MF, blackmail, nc, bd, veg)


** 11 days ago (continued)


Grace struggled in her handcuffs as she was laid down on the king-sized bed in Mr Ko’s bedroom.


Time had passed by so torturously slow initially, with Mr Ko’s chauffeur sending her back home in his limousine.

Then it all happened so fast and sudden that it was a blur in her head. When Mr Ko mentioned the name of the

hotel she was staying at, that was when she realized that he knew her secret. Royston had transferred her

employment, with her signed consent, to another company registered in the Cayman Islands as part of the deal to

keep her secret. Even though she still reported to work at the same office, in reality her status in life was totally

different, including the fact that she no longer had a say over her wardrobe and how she dressed at all times.


Only Royston and Nakamori knew about her staying at a hotel, so that the terms of her new employment would

not raise any undue questions from her family – such as the need to avail herself to accompany clients at all hours

of the day, and the gradually rising hemlines of her skirts. Maybe Mr Shih knew about the hotel too, but she

wasn’t sure. So there was no way Mr Ko knew about it unless one of the three men had told him. He was in on

the blackmail. One minute she was sitting in the back of the limo trying to take off the diamond necklace, the

next minute, the man had taken advantage of her distraction with her hands behind her head to snap on a pair of

cuffs on her wrist. In the ensuing confusion and struggle, he cuffed both her wrists together behind her back.


Watching his helpless, and even more so lovelier, captive struggling with the cuffs on the car seat beside him, Mr Ko had instructed his chauffeur to drive to his residence instead. When he played a slide-show presentation on his personal digital assistant and showed it to her, he felt a thrill seeing Grace’s face blanch. The image was perfect in his mind - her hair tousled and half-covering her face, the brilliant diamond necklace still around her neck, her wrists cuffed behind her, as she watched the pictures that Royston had sent him.


Ashamed, Grace’s eyes took in the full color photographs displayed on Mr Ko’s handheld device - pictures of

herself posing sexily, scantily clad in the tiniest bikini imaginable. Then there were pictures of her on all fours on

the sofa and floor, with a leash connected to a collar around the neck. Following those were pictures of her topless

with her wrists being tied to a rope suspended from the ceiling.


“Oh, there’s a video clip too!” exclaimed Mr Ko excitedly, and he quickly tapped the screen on his device using a

stylus, and showed it to his captive in the car.


Grace watched on in horror as the video-clip played. Starting from her face, the camera panned over her body -

she was clad only in a tiny bikini bottom, topless, with a dog collar around her neck. Then it showed a close-up of

her being led around the floor, crawling on all fours, being led by a leash. The man holding the leash was

unidentifiable, as the camera only showed his legs.


Mr Ko took in every detail of Grace’s humiliated face, as she heard her own voice clearly in the video-clip – she

was barking like a dog as her human masters walked the bitch around the room, and laughter could be heard

from at least another man and woman at the scene. Getting excited, Mr Ko visualized Grace standing stark naked,

in wrist-cuffs, in front of his clients. He savored the mental image of the unwilling young lady being paraded

with herboobs and pussy hair on display for all to see. Perhaps the audience would enjoy watching her armpits

and pussy hair being shaved. Or humiliate her with a public enema wearing nothing but high heels. Mr Ko

thought about the formal ball where Grace would be the hostess of. She would be wearing no underwear, and

only a sexy dress made from a special see-through material from Nakamori’s fashion circles. She would not know

it, but the garment would look normal to the naked eye. However, an ordinary flashbulb would penetrate the

material so a photograph taken with a flash would reveal her assets completely. And obviously there would be

hordes of photographers from the press, taking pictures at this high profile event.


When they arrived in his residence (instead of the hotel where Grace was put up in), Mr Ko’s chauffeur Thomas had helped him to carry his lovely captive upstairs to his bedroom. At last, she was lying on his bed, unmoving, her wrists cuffed to the bedpost at her head. Her eyes however, watched him intently, a fiery hint of defiance almost waiting to pounce at him.


Staring at her exposed underarms with a lascivious grin, Mr Ko could barely contain his excitement climbing into

bed with the delectable lass. Her sexy armpits were totally devoid of hair or stubble – normally not seeing much

of the light of day in polite company, but were now exhibited for his leisurely examination at close quarters. He

had longed to lick the denuded pits right from when he saw her in that dress at the restaurant. He relished the

moment when he would put his tongue into that warm, soft and sensitive cavity.


To Grace’s shock, Mr Ko grabbed hold of her the underside of her upper arms. Then his face came very close to

hers, and before she knew it, there was an unbearably ticklish and freaky sensation in her armpit , made only

freakier with the spectacle she was witnessing first hand, of a grown man reveling in putting his mouth on her

bare underarm. She was overcome with disgust, and she yelled out and struggled against her bonds as the man

first ravished her left armpit with his mouth and tongue, and then moved onto to her right.


Only when Mr Ko produced a sharp fruit knife, and pressed the cold steel against the skin of her neck, did Grace

quiet down. She rested motionless, twisting her head aside to look away. The man returned to licking her hairless

armpits in peace, switching sides several times until he was satisfied.


Reaching behind Grace’s neck, Mr Ko’s fingers fumbled with the clasp of her halter-neck dress. He unclipped it,

and slid the fine chain-link straps off her sexy shoulders, one side at a time. As he did so, his fingers lightly

brushed against the swell of her collarbones, while his eyes admired the fine veins faintly visible under her fair

skin on her bosom. With the supporting straps tossed aside, the front of Grace’s dress was merely two triangular

pieces of cloth that loosely covered her boobs. Using two fingers, Mr Ko easily uncovered them.


Two strapless, skin-colored, stick-on bra cups were the only barriers that stood between Mr Ko and Grace’s

naked tits now. Slowly, Mr Ko leaned his face towards Grace’s chest, until his nose was less than an inch away

from the surface of her skin, at the point exactly in between her breasts. He took a deep breath in, inhaling her

perfumed scent, remembering all the times she walked past him in the corridor in the office. “You smell lovely

Grace…” he cooed.


“Please let me go Mr Ko… I promise I won’t tell…” Grace pleaded in a pitiful tone.


“You still won’t tell if I DIDN’T let go of you Grace. I tried it the nice way, you know… I thought you would

appreciate the dinner, the diamond necklace and all, but I was wrong. Looks like you like the HARD approach.

Royston was right that you like it rough, EH?”


Coinciding with the end of his sentence, he pulled off the twin bra cups simultaneously in one swift and forceful

motion, sending the silicone cups flying to the foot of the bed. Grace cried out in alarm as her tits were suddenly

displayed in naked glory to the man she was just having a civilized dinner with just half an hour ago.


Mr Ko sucked in his breath audibly, as his beady eyes focused on her fair breasts. He adjusted his glasses and

stared closely. Grace’s pert little tits drove him wild - creamy white in complexion, with small nipples that stood

up like ripe raspberries ready for the picking. Her naked tits exposed to the lecherous gaze of a man that was old

enough to be her father, Grace felt the first pang of humiliation.


Without wasting any more time, Mr Ko fastened his mouth right upon her left nipple, and proceeded to suckle it

like a hungry baby. He sucked in the tip of her breast completely into his mouth, his tongue swirling crazily over

her sensitive nipple, making lewd slurping noises. Grace agonized, and struggled in her bonds, as she was

helpless to prevent the assault on her vulnerable young breasts. His mouth busy working on the nipple, which

was inadvertently becoming hard against Grace’s will, Mr Ko peered up to look at Grace’s face without lifting his

head. He delighted in the look of utter humiliation on the young lady’s face as he sucked even more noisily on

her fair breast.


He paused, and smiled at Grace. The moment Mr Ko moved back, Grace relaxed her tense body, and she felt that

she was able to breathe again. Grace was too humiliated to look him in his eye. But that little action merely made the man feel more aroused as she tried to look away but could not resist glancing back to see what he was up to.


“I like small breasts,” he confided. “They’re more sensitive. Would you agree?” he said with a perverse grin.


With that, he turned to a drawer beside the bed, and seemed to be searching in there for something. Finding what he was looking for, he showed it to her. In his hand was a wooden clothes peg. Squeezing her right breast with one hand, he gleefully opened the jaws of the peg, and brought it to the erect nipple. Taking his time, he placed the erect nipple between the teeth of the peg which he held open. He delighted in how the young lady struggled as he slowly let the jaws close onto the sensitive nipple. “Noo… please… don’t” she pleaded, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Then he let go of the clothes peg completely – the teeth clamped shut around Grace’s nipple, and the whole peg was left sticking out from her breast on its own accord. It was quite an obscene sight.


Taking out another clothes peg, he repeated the same, clamping it shut on Grace’s left nipple. He moved back to

admire his handiwork – two wooden clothes pegs standing out like elongated teats on the poor girl’s boobs.


Moving close again to Grace’s face, Mr Ko’s tongue snaked out of his mouth, as he slowly and deliberately ran his

tongue over the side of her face. Grace grimaced and tried to turn her head but without much success. She

endured the middle-aged man’s wet slimy tongue giving her a long lick starting from her chin, across her cheek

and up to her temple. Her struggles caused her to breathe harder and faster, and as he moved back again from

her, Grace’s chest was rising up and down visibly, causing the clothes pegs to jerk back and forth. This only made

her nipples feel even sorer.


He said softly into her ear, "I remember that dinner which Royston brought you along to see Nakamori-san. You

were wearing that famous dress worn by that actress weren't you, baring your tits to everyone that night, like the

slut did in public. Did you think you would tease Mr Ko with your cute titties and get away without me tasting

them?"


Next, Mr Ko pulled out a small cigar shaped pink vibrator from a bedside drawer. “Look what I found,” he said,

grinning at the bound girl on the bed, turning on the vibrator. Holding it by the thin wire he dangled it above the

clothes peg sticking out of Grace’s right breast. Slowly, he lowered it into the space between the handles of the

clothes peg. Upon contacting the clothes peg, the vibrator made a rattling sound as it transferred its vibrations to

the peg, still clamped tightly on Grace’s nipple. Grace felt the sensation going crazy on her nipple. She twisted her

head left and right in protest, and her body squirmed and moved from side to side, trying to escape the assault.


He played with Grace’s nipples like this, teasing them relentlessly for a few minutes. Then he paused and asked,

“Ever thought of making your titties larger Grace?” he said.


With both hands he yanked off the clothes pegs from her nipples simultaneously, causing her to yelp more in

surprise rather than real pain. The pain came about two seconds later as the blood came rushing back to her

tortured nipples, causing an incredible soreness that throbbed. Her nipples were swollen, deep red, and

fully erect.


When Grace opened her eyes, and looked up again, Mr Ko was holding a strange looking device. She soon

realized it was a hand-held suction pump, as he fastened it upon her left breast. Squeezing on the suction balloon

on one end of it, the air sucked out from the device, which had attached to it a clear plastic cone that was open on

its wider end. That open end of the cone was pressed against the tip of Grace’s breast, forming a air-tight

seal. As he squeezed repeatedly on the pump, Grace could feel the suction increasing on her breast – it felt like

someone was pulling at her sensitive breast and her nipple. The outward sucking pressure felt ten times as

strong as Mr Ko suckling on her breast earlier. Letting go of the suction pump, it stayed affixed to Grace’s breast

due to the air pressure. Much to Mr Ko’s delight and her humiliation, Grace’s supple breast bounced back to its

original shape when he released the air from the pump, but her nipple remained sticking out obscenely.


Pulling out another similar pump, Mr Ko fastened it on Grace’s other breast, and started pumping. With two

pumps on her breasts, he sucked out the air again and again. He could observe the shape of her boobs and nipples through the clear plastic cones fastened with an air-tight seal on her twin peaks, and knew that Grace could see them too. With each squeeze of the balloon pump (and Mr Ko operated both pumps with both hands simultaneously), Grace’s small tits reacted to the suction, jutting out, springing back and then getting sucked out again.


Leaving the pumps on her breasts, Mr Ko produced two lengths of rope from under the bed. Grace struggled as he spread her legs apart, but could not do anything as he unhurriedly tied them to the bedpost on either side.


Next, Mr Ko played with Grace’s fuzzy pubic hair at the edge of her thong panties. It seemed to him that Grace had lost her strength now, after her valiant struggle earlier, for she stayed relatively motionless as he touched her lower body, touched the crease of her thighs, and then touched her pubic mound through her panties. He contemplated using a shaving blade to shave her, and giving her a nude hairless pussy right there and then. But he decided he could do that on another day. He was so close to her small warm opening now, which was waiting to be explored.


Mr Ko leaned down between her legs, and kissed her slit gently through the smooth material of her black silk

thongs, causing her whole body to tense up. He took delight in her increasing discomfort as he touched and

caressed her lower body at his will. Only the soft thin material of the silk fabric separated his probing tongue and

nostrils from the sweet nexus which lay between Grace’s legs. A lovely dessert to end the lovely meal they had at

the restaurant, he thought to himself. Moving still closer he could feel her warm moist heat radiating through the

thin material and caught the scent of her musky fragrance.


Grasping one end of the string that formed the knot on her hip of her side-tie thongs, he pulled on it with two

fingers in a slow, measured action, watching Grace’s frantic expression as he did so, until it came undone.

Repeating with the other end of the string, he pulled at a leisurely pace, till the remaining knot of her thongs had

come undone. Lifting the flimsy piece of garment, he finally gazed down on Grace's small pink opening which

peered out from a trim turf of fine pubic hair. Her labia were closed shyly, glistening like a juice-covered apricot.


Grace could feel the cool air making contact with the opening to her intimate interior, as the last remnant of her

clothing was removed from her. She was now naked and never felt so vulnerable. Her heart was in her mouth

and she wondered what her kidnapper would subject her to next. Her heart pounded. She feared the worst.


With one hand Mr Ko gently caressed her labia lips, causing her lower body to recoil from his touch several

times. Then, laying both his hands on her, he gently opened her labia lips. Mr Ko sat there, staring at her tender

pussy now gaping open. This was the most intimate part of this twenty-five year attractive, young female

executive named Grace looked like. Grace felt waves of humiliation wash over her, threatening to make her break

out in tears – here she was laying on a bed, naked and unable to do anything as this man examined her most

private sanctum, touching her soft pink interior, probing it with his grimy fingers.


He leaned close to her gaping pussy, inspecting it, admiring it. “My god, you’re glistening wet inside my dear

Grace,” remarked Mr Ko. “And.." he paused, sniffing, "the aroma from your pussy is decidedly an obvious

indication of your sexual arousal. If we were still at the restaurant, our waiter could probably smell it too”.


Grace was overwhelmed with shame that she was still wet from her earlier masturbation in the ladies in the

restaurant, under Royston’s instruction. Mr Ko would assume she had gotten wet as he stripped her of her clothes

and toyed with her breasts!


“No... no it's not true," she cried in desperate denial. Would convincing Mr Ko that it was only because she played

with her pussy halfway through dinner with him make her less of a slut?


“That’s alright Grace. Don’t have to be shy. No need to deny…” said Mr Ko.


His face mere inches away from her pussy, he gave it a soft blow with his mouth, causing Grace to cry out softly.

He was fascinated and satisfied to see her pussy contracting involuntarily. The attractive young executive tried to

retract her arms and ankles, but the ropes held them tight. There was nothing she could do as one of the most

senior executives in her company would violate her modesty repeatedly that night.


"This dress that you wore tonight.. simply makes my mouth water you know? And all those tight blouses and

super-short skirts you've been wearing to the office lately, showing off your hot body, making all the cocks stand

up in the office. You get wet thinking about all the cocks you made hard at work, don't you, you little tease? Do

you squeeze your thighs and get off secretly during meetings with the men looking at you? Does your little cunt

leak juices under that table as you have dinner with Mr Ko?"


Grace shook her head, tears coming to her eyes. Restrained, she was unable to cover her ears from all those awful

things he said. Awful but true.


“Do you like vegetables Grace?” he said. Grace did not process what she thought he just said.


Grace’s eyes grew big, and she started to panic as she realized how sick this man was – he was brandishing a

eggplant in his hand ! Shaking her head, she said, “No… no….”


“Ah, just as I thought. You don’t eat your vegetables do you? Well now Mom was right. Vegetables are good for

you. Now because you have been so naughty not eating your vegetables, they are here to teach you a lesson

today.”


Mr Ko took out a condom, and started putting the condom around the eggplant. The eggplant was smooth, deep

purple, about seven inches in length, and two inches in diameter. Grace struggled against her bonds again but

they were too tight.


The older man said, “Since you didn’t eat your vegetables Grace, your pussy is going to eat vegetables today.

Hehehe…” He chuckled, thinking it was a witty joke he had just made.


One of his hands positioned the rubber-encased eggplant at the entrance of her pussy, while the other spread her

lips open, exposing her pink interior as if testing if it were ready to accept the would-be intruder. Grace struggled

in her bonds, terrified at what the madman was going to do.


Mr Ko thought the glint of moisture in Grace’s slit had become more obvious than it was a minute ago, peeking

out slightly between her labia lips. He winked at her, and started to massage her cleft of venus with the eggplant.


Grace started to speak, but found her voice cracking. Pausing to compose her voice, she tried to speak again,

trying hard to control the waves of panic threatening to break her voice. “No please, Mr Ko.. don’t do this to me.

Pleasee…” She could not believe that she was about to be raped by an eggplant brandished by a psychopath.


Her plea fell on dear ears. The eggplant was rubbing her labia minora in a up down motion, revealing more of her

pink tender flesh under Mr Ko's control.


"NO NO NO !" Grace's eyes betrayed her abject panic now, and she pulled on the bonds holding her wrists so

tight her fists started to feel cold.


Slowly but surely, Mr Ko started to coax the head of the eggplant into Grace’s pussy. “Ohhh… you’re so tight,”

he said as the tip of the eggplant slowly disappeared into Grace’s vulva.


"PLEASE DON'T MR KO.. PLEASE I beg you!" Grace cried out in pain as the immense object forced its way into

her vagina. She felt that she was going to be split apart. "I WILL DO ANYTH - No, no, Noooo!

MMMMFFFFFHH"


A hand clamped over her mouth while the other hand kept a firm hold on the eggplant. Mr Ko said, "HUSH.

Shut-up and enjoy. If you keep quiet I might let you go."


As Mr Ko raped her with the eggplant, the breast pumps had her tits and nipples sucked fully into the

transparent plastic cups of the pumps.


"Last week you were on your hand and knees in the conference room, you remember? After that management

presentation?" Mr Ko remarked, his hand firmly holding the vegetable that held her body in thrall. Grace's

terrified mind faintly registered the event. He was referring to when Royston had intentionally dropped some

documents on the floor after the presentation had ended, and made her pick it up in front of everybody.


Grace's body jerked as the eggplant was pushed in another inch. He added, "You were showing everyone your

ass, yah? Wiggling your cute ass to all the directors, asking to be fucked from behind."


Grace's eyes filled with tears as she heard those hateful accusations. "No.. ", she shook her head. Mr Ko's hand

over her mouth lifted, but she tried to keep herself quiet - she lied to herself that he would stop if she

kept quiet like he said. A gurgle escaped her mouth as Mr Ko jiggled the end of the half impaled

eggplant sticking out from her pussy. "Haha.. and Shih told me this morning you were a good fuck alright!"


"Did he fill you as much as Mr Ko here?" he said, his beady eyes betraying a glint of madness, his hand forcing

the purple vegetable in further. "UUGHH..." Grace's body jerked again with the forced instrusion - her

back arched, her fists clenched, and her mouth opened with a silent cry.


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GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006. Email story comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com.


CHAPTER 6 (MF, nc, bd, humiliation, veg)


Mr Ko stepped back to examine the sight. Grace was lying there bound, with two suction pumps on her breasts,

and only two inches of a seven-inch eggplant sticking out of her cunt. Her legs were spread wide apart, and she

was still wearing her six inch stiletto heels. Her face was damp with tears that had run down the corner of her

eyes. He contemplated whether he should take a break to take a souvenir picture with his phone camera.


Then he noticed the graphic stitched into the bottom of her heels. It was a tiny cartoon of a man fucking a woman

from behind. “My god, Grace… is this what you like?” said Mr Ko, pointing at the lewd graphic on the bottom of

her high heel shoes – shoes that she had been wearing to the office every day.


“No, Mr Ko - Sir, please don’t misunderstand. It’s Royston… he’s making me wear these heels!” she protested.


“Haha.. how apt.. Royston’s got good taste then. It’s very apt for you. Haha,” he chuckled. His attention returned

to the purplish object lodged deeply in his lovely captive. He held the end firmly like a baton, his elbow bent as

he leaned in close to Grace, increasing the pressure slowly.


Mr Ko questioned, "So Grace, tell me, is the eggplant bigger than any cock you have ever taken?"


"Yes Sir.. Yes!" she gasped. Her mind was hardly able to think with the unbearable sensation of fullness invading

her belly.


“And how many different cocks have you taken in your pussy?”


“Two Sir..” replied Grace, grimacing in anguish.


“Two? Just two? Is that before or after Shih took you?”


“After Sir,” she replied, feeling the pain beginning to throb in her abused vagina.


Mr Ko continued talking to Grace as he kept the eggplant fully buried in her cunt. It aroused him to humiliate this

pretty young thing. He wanted to insult, and hurt her, and abuse her beautiful body. "Bet your boyfriend didn't

know that you craved for bigger cock eh? Bet he didn't know his girlfriend was a cock slut in the office, giving

blowjobs to her colleagues..heck no, even to the old janitor!" He jiggled the eggplant, causing sharp pangs of pain

to shoot through Grace’s lower abdomen.


"So tell me, where were you when you sucked Royston off?" he continued.


"In his office Sir.." she replied weakly.


"Exactly how many times?" he said.


"Twice.." she replied.


"Did you swallow his cum?" he probed. No response at first. The hand holding the eggplant applied some

pressure upwards, causing her hips to buck.


"Y- Yes Sir," she replied, biting her lip in humiliation. In fact, there was one time when he came into her coffee cup

and she had to make coffee with his cum and drink it in front of him.


"And where did you suck the janitor off?" he asked, in a scornful tone.


"In the men's toilet on the second floor Sir.." she replied, contrite.


"Now then, aren't you a naughty little slut?"


"Yes I am Sir," Grace admitted. Her face was already flushed with the effort of enduring the excruciating

sensation of the enormous vegetable over-stretching her petite cunt, but the effort of speaking made her face even

redder.


"Tell me what you are," Mr Ko said.


"A naughty little slut, Sir."


"Of course you are. You go for dinner with Royston's boss, dressed like a hot sex tease, then you take off your

panties in the ladies and return to the dining table with a bare pussy. Your cunthole is wet from being fucked

with an eggplant, your nipples are standing up, and you're lying on my bed with your legs spread and feet still

wearing your stiletto heels - pussy, ass and mouth available for anyone to use.“


“Unfortunately slut -” Mr Ko said, slowly withdrawing the eggplant, relishing the silky web-like strands of

Grace’s juices from her pussy that clung to the vegetable as it emerged from her tunnel. “- you’re mine tonight…

sorry to disappoint we don’t have a larger crowd tonight.“


Grinning, he said, “Looks like your cunt is still hungry Grace. No matter, I have more appetizers to get your

juices flowing for the main course.”


Grace tried to turn her head to see where Mr Ko was reaching for, but could not see very much due to her

restraints.


As Mr Ko turned back, he had a carrot in his hand. One end of the carrot was pointed, but the other end - the

head of the carrot, had a circumference thicker than her wrist! Grace was mortified.


With a sadistic grin on his face, the middle-aged man started to push the pointed end of the carrot into Grace’s

cunt. Grace started screaming, only to have Mr Ko force her black silk thongs into her mouth. He wanted to gag

her so that she would not make too much noise. Not that anyone would hear her in his mansion (besides Thomas)

and come to her rescue, but then he did not want to be distracted from the important task he was about to

perform.


Grace felt the pressure at the entrance of her maidenhood, and then the carrot slid right in to her lubricated

tunnel, causing the girl to scream out in pain and helpless panic.


Her scream was muffled by the thong panties stuffed in her mouth. "Royston tells me he's paying for the hotel

room you're staying in. And that you're keeping this from your boyfriend eh? You're a whore for Royston aren't

you? So why wouldn't you be a whore for me too? EH? YOU FUCKING WHORE". The huge carrot was

jammed into her cunt as Mr Ko spat out the words.


Grace cried out repeatedly for Mr Ko to stop, as her tears flowed freely. Her muffled cries only served to inflame

his desire. Each time she cried out, Mr Ko would squeeze the breast pumps, making her tits and nipples jut out,

and then he would continue pushing the carrot deeper into her cunt. He alternated the twin assault on the young

lady’s breasts and pussy, not letting her rest for a single moment as he continually abused her body. The carrot

stretched her vaginal walls, forcing her vagina opening wider and wider. Finally, he paused, with the carrot

almost halfway in her cunt, where the diameter was almost one and the half inches wide. At this point, all the

color had left her face. Tiny beads of perspiration stood out on her forehead and above her upper lip.


“Would you like more carrot, Grace?” he said, obviously enjoying the tears running down the young woman’s

face.


"MMMMMPPFFFF" Grace struggled. Her cries were muffled by the silk thong panties in her mouth. Mr Ko

reached between her teeth and pulled out the offending undergarment, allowing the stricken girl to speak again.

"PP-please stop Sir… You’re tearing me apart!”


“Well if you want me to stop, you have to say, ‘Mr Ko, please eat my pussy. I like you to eat my wet pussy’, “ the

man said, his hand grasping the head of the carrot still impaled in the girl’s cunt.


Sensing Grace’s hesitation, he pushed the carrot in further, causing it to sink in by another half-inch. Grace cried

out as she felt the tremendous pressure filling up her birth canal. “Pleasse stop! I’ll say it.. I’ll say what you want.”


Mr Ko paused, his hand still on the head of the carrot.


“Mr Ko, please eat my pussy,” Grace said in shame, “I like you to eat my wet pussy.”


Mr Ko grinned on hearing the perverse words come out of the lovely lady’s mouth. “Why should I?” said Mr Ko,

“Is it tasty?”


Fearful of the carrot still in the madman’s hand, Grace quickly replied, “Yes, my pussy is tasty Mr Ko. I know you

would love to taste me Mr Ko, please put your tongue in my pussy!”


“Gladly, my love!” replied the middle-aged businessman.


Picking up the saliva-covered thongs from the bed, Mr Ko forcibly stuffed it back into Grace's mouth.


Grasping the carrot by the head, Mr Ko pulled, and it slid out, leaving a trail of sticky juices behind. The pussy

hole of young Grace was gaping obscenely wide, caused by the forced entry of the large carrot.


Smacking his lips eagerly, Mr Ko buried his nose and mouth between Grace’s wide open legs, relishing his first

taste of her intimate opening. He heard her sharp intake of breath and felt an involuntary shudder running

through her tormented body as his tongue made direct contact with the sensitive slit, exploring the outer edges of

her vagina. He would accept the young woman’s invitation to taste her!


His wandering tongue moved from her outer passages toward her even more sensitive center. Mr Ko did not

hurry and took his time to explore every moist fold of Grace’s young pussy. After some probing with his tongue,

he plunged right in, licking the girl furiously, his tongue snaking and probing deep into her sexual orifice,

dancing in and out of her pleasure tunnel. Grace arched against her restraints, fighting the tender sensations

assaulting her groin. She fought the deeply biting humiliation of this man helping himself to her private parts,

savoring every inch of her most intimate part of her womanhood with his lewd tongue.


Grace's thrashing and muffled screams did not much good, only causing her veins to stand out from her neck,

and her breathing to become labored. Her bonds held her wrists and ankles completely immobile. Grace

struggled valiantly, fighting off the sinful, alluring sensations emanating from down under.


Mr Ko noted that the small pink nub that was the female executive’s clit lay buried within the moist folds of her

vagina, but this would soon change as the incessant licking of her cunt-hole continued.


“Mmmm…my my, you taste quite exquisite dear Grace. I would say I like your taste even better than Ming’s!”

proclaimed the man, as he paused from his meal of feminine honey, licking his chops.


Grace squeezed her eyes shut as she saw Mr Ko come up for an instant - she wondered what was smeared around

his mouth and on his glasses, then realised in humiliation it was her vaginal juices - before he dived down again

between her legs.


Before long, Mr Ko tasted a new wetness through the quivering walls of the young lady’s cunt while his nose detected the unmistakable odor of her increased arousal. Pleased with himself, Mr Ko started flicking his tongue lightly against Grace’s clitoral hood and inner labia lips, which had started to become firmer and fuller. Engorged with blood, the cunt lips were starting to stand out on their own, presenting the tiny pearl that was her clit.


As Mr Ko's tongue touched the clit, this elicited a round of violent muffled protests from the girl whose body tensed up involuntarily each time he made contact with the little nub. As his captive arched her back, the breast pumps would sway about, but remain firmly attached to her breasts due to the suction pressure.


Grace was shocked when she felt a wet, ticklish sensation on her perineum – the erogenous zone between her pussy and her asshole. The startling realization that Mr Ko was licking her asshole next disgusted her. He was cleaning her anus with his tongue! It was an indescribable, weird feeling that was new to her.


As Mr Ko licked the female executive’s puckered anus, making her squirm uncontrollably, he would periodically dip his fingers into the by now generously lubricating cunt of hers.


The maddening licking of her anus stopped. Grace’s body relaxed immediately when the assault ceased, and her back rested once more on the bed. She had a fine sheen of perspiration on her forehead and upper lip, and her chest was heaving.


So exhausted she was that she did not resist when Mr Ko smeared her juices coating his hand all over her mouth and chin. A moment later, she was vaguely aware of his shadow moving over her face, and then he was kissing her lips! Finding her wits back, Grace tried to resist his kisses, but he was much too strong for her, as he shared her juices from his face by joining his mouth with hers. His hand held her chin tightly, preventing her from attempting to turn her head from side to side, while her gagged mouth could not close fully with the thongs stuffed inside. There was nothing she could do as his tongue forced its way between her lips, feeling her teeth and gums, the same tongue that had just been rimming her anus. Grace stopped fighting and squeezed her eyes shut.

She could only pray for the nightmare to end quickly, letting him have his way, letting him explore her mouth, letting him violate her orally as he had violated her vaginally and anally.


After what seemed like an eternity, Mr Ko sat up from his tongue tango with his inert prisoner. He reached under his bed, and took out the last object that he would sexually assault his young female employee with. It was a cucumber. Large, green and speckled brown, with a bumpy, undulating surface. Three inches thick, nine inches long. He held the enormous vegetable in front of his fevered, glazed eyes – soon he would know how far it would go in Grace’s cunt!


He laid the cucumber down on the bed, between Grace's thighs. With his other hand, he pulled out the thongs from Grace's mouth, creating long strands of saliva connecting to the removed undergarment.


Grace's eyelids flipped open. She asked herself once again if the ordeal was over, only to have her eyes lay upon the gigantic phallic object in the man's hand. Mr Ko had removed her gag because he wanted to hear her this time.


Grace strained against her restraints, crying out feebly as Mr Ko pushed in the cucumber, one inch at a time. He would stop for a few seconds each time and then continue the onslaught. Grace's voice was hoarse, and she could not muster any more energy to fight nor to scream.


“Uhhhhhhggggh……sstop.." she whimpered like a small child, her voice breaking like her spirit. As he bore down on the huge cucumber, forcing it into the poor girl with one hand, the thumb of his other hand was rubbing her swelling clitoris through its hood. He would alternate this action, with his finger-tip flicking lightly against her anus, causing her body to twitch involuntarily with each flick or rub.


"Aiiiieeee!! Ppplease stop… I beg of you!”, she cried in agony. Grace felt like she being split apart, as the massive phallic vegetable invaded her tender vagina, inch by inch. Her lower abdomen protruded with the pressure, and she panted and perspired profusely. Every now and then, he would pump the suction cups on her breasts, sucking her nipples out till they stood out lewdly. The repeated clit touching and anus flicking would cause her to involuntarily contract her pelvic floor muscles as the man relentlessly raped the helpless girl with the cucumber. Finally he pushed the massive foreign object so far that it hit her cervix. At this point, Grace's heart was beating fast from the ordeal that she was subjected to. Her chest rose and fell visibly with her quickened breathing. Mr Ko noted that her face, neck and chest were flushed red.


"You know Grace," said Mr Ko, his hands on the breast pumps, "When I first noticed you after you joined Shih's department, I already figured you out. While new in the company, you were already haughty - the way you strutted around in your high heels, your perfect make-up and designer suits, and how you ignored the guys' attention in the office - on the outside anyway. But when I saw the video clip of you crawling on all fours, that confirmed what I knew the first time I set my eyes on you. That deep down inside, you're just a bitch wanting to be tamed and controlled." He removed the breast pumps, leaving a ring of redness around her sensitive tits.


The pounding of her heart in her ears was louder than Mr Ko. While her assailant’s words faded in and out of her consciousness, she was more concerned with a certain tingly feeling that was starting from the depths of her pelvic region.


Mr Ko noticed that the pupils of Grace’s eyes were dilated, and her areolas had become noticeably enlarged. Once again he turned his attention towards the small pinkish-red nub of her clitoris. The more he touched it earlier, the harder it got. The exquisite pearly organ now lay totally exposed to him, having emerged from its hood, seeming like it wanted more excitement. With her heightened state of arousal, Grace's labia were also swollen to the maximum in a dark red color.


Mr Ko felt Grace's body shiver and jerk almost off the bed as his tongue flickered against the sensitive, hard little nub. As he continued the sweet torment, Mr Ko's gaze never wavered from Grace's face, and he took increasing satisfaction in watching Grace fight a losing battle. Pushing the cucumber in and out, he stopped a moment as he noted her moist lips and glazed eyes, and then gently took hold of her clitoris between his teeth and ground the fully erect nub. The effect on Grace was instantaneous and an involuntary moan escaped her moist parted lips.


Her body now had a mind of its own. Her labia, clitoris, vagina, and pelvic organs had enlarged fully in the same way an aroused penis would enlarge. Intoxicated with pleasure, her fevered body responded to every minute flick of Mr Ko's teasing tongue, trapped on the plateau of excitement. There on the plateau, Mr Ko would hold her for several minutes before she was about to orgasm.


His hand worked the uneven cucumber harder now, pumping in and out of her wet maidenhood like an oversized cock ramming her hole. "Do you want to be my pet bitch?,” said Mr Ko, aware that each bump and ridge in the cucumber’s surface caused her tiny spasms of jarring pain and dull pleasure at the same time as it rode under her excited clit. “Deep down inside you actually love being humiliated, don't you? You crave to be led around on a leash, and to urinate and defecate only at your owner's command. The thought of being a bitch slave makes you cream in your panties. Like you were in the restaurant just now anticipating how I would use you after dinner."


Mr Ko pulled out the large cucumber. It dripped with Grace’s silky secretions as it slid out. Her pussy hole was gaping wide open, exhibiting her pinkish tender insides to him, an obscene reminder of the immense size of the vegetable that had just raped her tight young pussy. His mouth returned again to her fully erect clitoris. The small pink organ had assumed a bright reddish color, fully engorged with blood. Flicking his tongue gently on the quivering small nub, he could feel Grace's body tense and stiffen immediately.


“If you're my pet bitch, I would bring you to some very special and private dog shows - you will do me proud there with all the other pet owners watching. They would run their hands on your head and over your body, feeling the texture of your hair and your soft skin. They will scratch you behind your ears and pat you on your head or your bare ass. You will be probed by all the admiring guests, who will be watching closely to see just how well-groomed you are and how obedient you are to your handler. They would admire the jewelry that you will be wearing on your nipples and clit. What do you think of that grace?"


Without warning, Mr Ko engulfed her small clitoris into his mouth completely, and sucked strongly on the quivering nub of nerves. Already on the edge, Grace could only manage an unintelligible moan of protest before her whole body jerked and convulsed uncontrollably in a strong spasm. Mr Ko felt her velvety cunt walls contracting around his tongue, and he tasted the liquid fire of her imminent sexual release erupting.


A cry of despair escaped her lips as her body reached its final climax, lifting Grace's slender body off the bed. Her back arched convulsively, with nipples thrusted outwards and her eyes rolled back. Fists clenched, and nipples hard as stones, she could only helplessly ride the waves of carnal pleasure as her body drank in the sheer bliss of the intense orgasm.


Unable to stop herself, the muscles of her vagina, uterus, and anus experienced rapid rhythmic contractions and relaxations. She was cumming hard! Grace wailed as she caved in to a powerful sense of anguish and helplessness as her sex flush and intensely pleasurable sensations spread through her body with the suddendischarge of accumulated sexual tension. Her confused mind was marginally aware that Mr Ko was keeping his mouth fixed on her still twitching cunt that had betrayed her. Mr Ko knew she had an intense orgasm, for he counted fifteen muscle contractions, the first ten occurring at intervals of almost a second each, and the last few contractions less intense and occurring more randomly.


Coming to, Grace felt like a total slut and whore when she became conscious of what her rebellious body had done and what Mr Ko’s mouth and tongue were still preoccupied with. Her juices had rushed out like a flood upon her climax, causing a large wet spot below her bum, spreading out on the bedsheet. Mr Ko had lapped up her abundant secretions as it erupted like a geyser, drinking as much in as he can while it lasted. When her orgasm had finished, he was cleaning up the remaining drops around her cunt and on her inner thighs with his tongue...


***


Grace turned off the shower tap, pushing out of her mind the events that happened to her eleven days ago. The memories that she had actually orgasmed while she was being sexually assaulted by Mr Ko plagued her continuously for the last week. Coming out of the shower, she dried her body with a towel. She opened her wardrobe, and saw the outfit that she was meant to wear to her photography shoot that evening.


Putting on a fresh pair of panties, she sat down on the bed. Her eyes rested on the anklet on her leg, looking at the number of tiny blue beads on the anklet. There were six, signifying that she had been used by six people, not including her owner, Nakamori. Her mouth had been used by Royston and the old janitor from the office. Her mouth was considered public property. There was also Steve the bellboy. She had given George from the accounting department a handjob, right after he witnessed her giving a blowjob to Royston. Mr Shih had fucked her brutally.


The day after the dinner with Mr Ko, Grace had been given another blue bead to add to her chain anklet. Mr Ko too, had fucked her. Not with his penis, but with an eggplant, carrot and cucumber. It turned out that Mr Ko was an impotent man. Because he could not physically copulate with women, his fetish was to use phallic fruits and vegetables on them, a psychological substitute as it were, for fucking them. He also tongue-fucked her. Tasted her cunt, her mouth, her armpits, and her asshole. Unlike the other times she was used though, this was the first time she orgasmed when she earned her bead, and this fact wracked her with shame and guilt.


When Mr Ko had finally unlocked Grace’s handcuffs because she said she had to pee, she took the opportunity to flee from his house. She returned to her hotel only in her torn dress - bare-feet, without panties and bra.

CHAPTER 7 (MF, forced exhib, toy)




** 10 days ago: THE ORGASM TRAINING




“All you need to do Grace is to ask me for permission to orgasm. You are trying so hard not to cum aren’t you?


Why do you deny what your body wants Grace? Once you let go and give your body what it clearly wants, I will


stop,” said Royston.




When she got into the office, Royston had made her take out the shiny cigar shaped vibrator from her handbag


and then made her insert it into her pussy. He then sent her on errands all around the office. Orgasm was a


privilege, not a right, he told her. Her owner wanted him to see to it that she learnt that orgasm was the reward


for good behavior and obedience.




After half an hour of the vibrator humming in her, she returned to his office. Her face was blanched. Clearly, the effort of not succumbing to the sweet pleasure of orgasm was a challenging one. “Please stop,” she had pleaded with Royston. When he told her his condition for stopping the orgasm training, as he called it, she refused to do it. It was one thing to have her mouth and pussy used against her will, but it was quite another to ask Royston for permission to orgasm, like she wanted it – it was simply too humiliating. She told herself that she would endure it.




Grace was obstinate, so she left Royston’s office unfulfilled, and went back to her cubicle, walking like she was


tipsy. She could feel her pussy tingling, the juices sloshing in her cunt desperately seeking release. The vibrator


kept her on a constant state of arousal. Royston’s rules were that if she did not cum, the vibrator would stay in the


whole day, and he would turn it on every hour or two. If she orgasmed with permission, she would be punished.




Grace contemplated going to the restroom and removing the vibrator without telling Royston. But he warned her


that if she removed the vibrator without permission, she would be punished severely – for instance, sucking the


old janitor Chong’s cock for five bucks anytime that he wanted it, or a night with the mailroom man doing


everything he wanted. While she resisted Royston’s invitation for her to humiliate herself by asking him for


permission for something as private as her orgasm, Grace did not yet dare to oppose him or deceive him by


removing the vibrator without his consent.




After all, if she made him unhappy, he had the power to make her life miserable – he controlled every aspect of


her life now, including where she had to go at all hours of the day or night, and what she wore on her body. What


made it worse was that Grace herself signed that contract, in return for him keeping the secret of her theft safe.


Just that morning, he had messaged her on her cellular phone, before she went to work. He congratulated her for


having spent her first night with Mr Ko, but also berated her for leaving her high-heel shoes behind. He told her


to expect punishment, but she did not expect it to be humiliation at the hands of the bellboy who tailed her


yesterday on her way to the restaurant and discovered that she had disobeyed instructions. She had purchased


and worn a stick-on bra under that sexy dress that she wore to have dinner with Mr Ko, and Steve the bellboy


from her hotel had discovered it.




That morning, Grace discovered that even the bellboy would have a hold on her life. Previously she already had


to model different office clothes and undergarments for Steve to choose for her to wear to the office – Royston’s


way of humiliating her. Every morning, she had to change into different g-strings and thongs that he brought her


from Royston, and she had to parade in the underwear in front of him so that he could make a choice of what the


sexy young executive would wear underneath her office clothes that day. But that morning it would get worse.



First of all, he was late…




--




Grace was pacing up and down in her hotel room, waiting for her office clothes to arrive. If she turned up late for


work, Royston would be sure to punish her. It would be very bad considering that he already said he was going


to punish her for leaving her high heel shoes in Mr Ko’s residence. She contemplated calling up the concierge to


ask for Steve, but decided it was too embarrassing; most hotel guests would be looking for any bellboy, not a


particular one, and she did not fancy having to explain that she would have no clothes to wear to work if Steve


did not bring her any.




When Steve finally rang her doorbell, she quickly ushered him in, forgetting for an instant that she was wearing


the translucent nightgown which she was made to wear to bed every night.




Steve had a sheepish grin on his face as he walked in with the suiter and a large paper bag. As usual, he didn’t


make any pretense about staring at Grace’s darker colored nipples barely visible underneath the thin, diaphanous


material of the sleeping gown. Below, she was wearing a lacy pair of boyshorts-style panties, which she was


given to wear.




“I’m going to be late for work you know!” Grace said in a cross tone.




“Sorry!” said Steve, still grinning. “Oh, there’s new instructions today,” he said, handing Grace the sealed


envelope. Grace opened the envelope and took out the paper, turning around to read it, away from the bellboy’s


eyes.




The typewritten note simply said: “From now on, change in front of Steve. No more changing in your bathroom.


Make sure you wear what is given OR ELSE don’t wear it at all”




Grace felt her temperature rising a few notches, but said nothing. Steve was still grinning – she could have sworn


he knew what was in the note even though the envelope was sealed! He must have told Royston that she changed


in the bathroom the last time she had to model the different undergarments for him to choose.




“You have these this morning,” Steve said, holding up a pair of knee-high boots made of polished black leather.


“You lost your shoes last night, I heard?”




Grace stared at him, wondering how much he knew. Surely Royston can’t be serious to expect her to wear knee-


high boots to the office?!




“There’s also this,” the bellboy said. In his palm, was a tiny blue bead. The memories of the previous evening


with Mr Ko came back like a bad dream, and she pushed it out of her mind.




Grace took it from his palm, undid her anklet, and threaded the bead through it. She quickly put the anklet, now


with five beads, back on.




“What does it mean?” said Steve inquisitively.




“Curiosity killed the cat,” Grace replied curtly.




Opening the suiter and bag, she took out her clothes for the day. The top, jacket and skirt was nothing she didn’t


expect – the top was figure hugging and low-cut as usual, while the skirt only covered half her thighs. Still it


wasn’t as short as the day before, so she almost heaved a sigh of relief. She was shocked when she came to the


underwear though. As Grace picked up the panties to wear – which was made of baby blue silk, she saw that


there was a damp spot in the crotch area on the outside. The large damp spot was fairly obvious as it was dark


blue rather than the light baby blue.




Every weekday morning, the bellboy had a lucky task of delivering this sexy lady’s clothes to her hotel room, and


picking up the previous day’s clothes that she wore. Like many mornings before, this morning before he


delivered the clothes to Grace, Steve had been in the men’s room. Sitting down on the toilet seat, Steve had pulled


out a pair of crumpled panties from his pocket – it was the pair that Grace had worn two days ago. It was full of


her womanly odor. That day Royston had turned on the vibrator in Grace’s cunt in generous doses, causing her to


lubricate copiously into her panties. Putting the used undergarment over his nose and mouth, Steve inhaled


deeply and felt his cock hardening, as he pictured in his mind the mental image of Grace in the professional office


clothes. As he undid his pants, his other hand searched into the bag of the fresh clothes that he would be


delivering, and pulled out a pair of panties. Steve groaned in pleasure as he wrapped the silk panties around his


cock, feeling the soft material around his shaft. Unable to stop himself, he masturbated. With Grace’s heady


feminine smell flooding his nose, and the cool, silky material wrapped around his cock, it took only half a minute


before he ejaculated into its crotch panel.




Steve felt his cock hardening again now as he watched Grace holding up the silk panties, her nose screwed up in


disgust as she realized what it was. With an expression of shock and anger, she showed the damp spot to Steve,


saying, “What the hell is this?? You’re disgusting!” In the center of the large damp spot on the inside crotch of the


otherwise clean silk panties was a pearly white substance.




This was not the first time she caught him. The last time, it was just a drop of pre-cum that created a tiny damp


spot, which Steve had tried to wipe off. This time round, it was a full spunk load, still steaming fresh. And he


obviously did not even try to hide it from her, the fact that he had ejaculated into the panties that she would be


wearing.




Grace went into the bathroom with the panties. Steve watched her. She put a towel under the tap, making it


damp. It looked like she was going to clean his spunk off with the wet towel. Steve decided to give it a gamble.




“You’re not supposed to wipe it off,” he said softly.




“What?” said Grace, pausing to look at him incredulously. “What did you say?”




“I said you CANNOT wipe it off,” the bellboy said more boldly, “you don’t have permission to.”




Grace had a defeated look on her face. It worked! Steve was tempted to do a handstand but contained his excitement, as he did not want his deceit to be detected by her.




“Can I have permission to wipe it off?” Grace asked.




Steve held his breath. He couldn’t believe he actually had a hand in controlling this lovely creature. She was


actually asking for permission to wipe off his spunk from her panties that he wanked off in!




“No, I’m sorry,” he replied.




Grace looked even more defeated. Unless she decided to go pantiless to the office that day – which she feared would be a disaster with the short skirt that she was wearing – she had to wear the panties with the bellboy’s cum in them.




Still dressed in her translucent nightgown, Grace stepped out of her boyshorts panties in front of Steve, trying to do it quickly. Steve stared unabashedly at the lovely vision of the lady revealing her thatch of pubic hair, set in the apex of where her slender legs adjoined to her young womanly hips. This she revealed to him for the first time, making his cock bulge painfully in his pants.




Grace stepped into the silk bikini panties, gingerly pulling them up past her knees, thighs and then to her hips.


As her crotch came into contact with the wet spot in the panties, a sharp pang of deep biting humiliation shot through her chest – it was disgustingly wet and squishy. Putting on the rest of the office clothes that Steve brought, her face and neck stayed hot with embarassment as she could feel the guy’s cum sticking to her intimate parts. Steve had sat down on the bed, enjoying the whole show. Quickly putting on her makeup, and then the


high boots, Grace hurriedly left her hotel room, ignoring Steve.




In the hotel lobby, Grace had contemplated changing out of the panties and cleaning it in the ladies, before taking a cab to the office, but decided she did not have time. She did not want to risk giving Royston an excuse to punish


her for coming to the office late. So wearing the figure-hugging open-breast jacket, clingy top that was cut amply low to show her bosom, tight short skirt that barely covered her ass, flashy black boots that went up to her knees, and baby blue silk panties with Steve’s cum stuck on the inside crotch panel, Grace hopped into a taxi. Her outfit screamed sexual promiscuity, but she had no choice. When she walked, she felt the semen on the inside of her panties brushing against her cunt lips. As she sat in the taxi quietly, she had no choice but to keep her legs closed, wondering if the semen would stick to her pubic hair as it dried.




--




Minutes after Grace walked out of Royston’s office, where he had just told her his condition for stopping the orgasm training, she felt sick, physically and mentally.




She was outside the ladies on the first floor of the office when it happened. The receptionist asked if she was alright. Grace was stooping over, with her arms folded over her stomach. It was as if she suddenly had a major cramp. The toes of her feet were pointing inward toward each other. Royston had turned on the vibrator remotely, the first onslaught for the morning.




Grace replied to the receptionist that she was just having bad cramps. With much effort, Grace took one step at a time, to try to make her way back to her cubicle to sit down. The slim silver vibrator was buzzing industriously in her cunt, secured in place by the baby blue silk thongs. At the control of a button from somewhere else in the office, the vibrator roared alive, barraging her tender pussy relentlessly. Her pussy was feeling especially tender after being sexually assaulted by Mr Ko the night before. But what made her feel nauseous now wasn’t the memory of what Mr Ko did to her, or the feeling of warmth building up in her pelvic region. It was the sensation of Steve’s cum, the squishy damp spot in her thongs that stuck to her vulva. The knowledge that within minutes, the entrance of her vagina would be oozing her secretions, mixing with Steve’s cum. It was the humiliating recollection that moments ago, when she had to peel down her thongs to show Royston, how he laughed at her when he saw how Steve’s pearly trail had stuck to her pussy lips and pubic hair. The fear, anxiety and shame when she had to insert the vibrator into herself despite Steve’s cum being all over her pussy lips. The cruel laughter rang in her ears.




Ever since she was raped by Mr Shih, she had taken the pill every day. She could not bear the thought of getting impregnated by her boss, or by any of the men whom she now had to put out for. She struggled to walk, if in a slightly weird gait back to her cubicle, feeling the chain around her ankle and the beads that reminded her that she was someone’s property, to be used at someone else’s pleasure. When she inserted the silver vibrator into her pussy earlier, careful as she was not to touch her cum-coated pussy entrance (and so she had to spread her legs real wide in front of Royston), she imagined that some of Steve’s cum had gotten stuck to the cigar shaped vibrator as it was pushed past her pussy lips by her own fingers. Thinking about the bellboy’s cum-bits inside her pussy, Grace felt like vomiting. She certainly did not want to be impregnated by the teenager if the pill failed to work.




**




Grace pulled on a black vinyl skirt from her wardrobe, as her mind went over the events that were only ten days ago. Because she refused to ask permission to cum, Royston had given her the vibrator treatment regularly over the next three days in the office. He had set her deadlines to get a load of chores done - she was sent on errands around the office, delivering documents to various people, fetching coffee for him, or borrowing a file from someone. All the time with the vibrator buzzing in her cunt, wreaking havoc on her body and sanity.




To her chagrin, the knee-high boots she wore as a replacement for the high heels she lost attracted even more attention. Who was this bold young thing dressed like a slut, strutting around the office in high boots and a short skirt, inviting stares from everyone? People in the office would be talking behind her back, gossiping about how she had no regard for the office dress code, and rumors that she had been seen having dinner with Mr Ko at a downtown restaurant. Grace saw the looks, the hushed tones when she walked by the pantry or into the ladies, and she knew that her co-workers had been talking about her.




Nobody else wore something so outrageous in the entire office block. And not only did she dare to wear such slutty clothes, she had the audacity to go out in public without any panties. Grace squeezed her eyes shut as she recalled the sordid details.




** 8 days ago




The bellboy had also chosen for her black fishnet lace top thigh-high stockings to go with the high boots and ultra-short skirt. When she walked through the hotel lobby to hail a taxi to work, Grace realized just how much attention she would get. The lace tops of her stockings were already clearly visible when she was not walking, due to the shortness of her skirt. When she did walk, one would occasionally glimpse her white thighs above the black tops of her stockings. Walking past a bunch of tourist crowding the reception area at the hotel lobby, she felt the chatter in the lobby suddenly dissolve. All eyes were on her. The men’s jaws dropped, while their wives elbowed them or shot her dirty looks. A bunch of young teenagers turned to stare at her openly. To her utmost embarrassment, she got propositioned while waiting for a cab outside her hotel, being mistaken for a streetwalker.




What made it worse was the fact that she was not wearing panties. Steve had wanted a blowjob for giving her panties. She refused to give him one, so she left the hotel room pantiless. In the cab, she had to take care not to flash herself when she sat down in the backseat and when she got out of the cab. Still she could feel the cab driver’s eyes on her the whole trip from the rear view mirror.




At her office building, Grace saw the looks on the faces of the security guards who were screening the morning office crowd reporting to work. She did not want to guess what they were thinking. After all they found a metallic silver vibrator in her handbag the last time it set off the metal detector. They looked at her office security pass and checked her name. They ogled her legs. They smiled at each other.




Reporting at Royston’s office, she was in for more humiliation. Royston had instructed her to open her legs to take the vibrator in her cunt. That was when he found out she wasn’t wearing panties.




“You didn’t want to suck his cock?” Royston had chuckled when she explained why she wasn’t wearing the panties that were delivered to her hotel room. “Perhaps you’d rather not wear panties for good?” he asked.




“No… please Sir.. I do want to wear the panties you have picked for me. But.. it’s so humiliating to - you know.. I feel so… so cheap to be giving him a blowjob for it,” Grace pleaded.




“Cheap? Haha… the moment you stole that money, you’ve become a worthless slut, not cheap, but worthless.


You’re a worthless slut that has already sucked quite a few cocks Grace, “ said Royston, pointing to the beads on her anklet, “what’s the difference to suck one more? I think you’re getting to be a real expert cock-sucker.


Nakamori would be real pleased to know you’re training yourself up to be an oral cumslut,” Royston guffawed.




The insulting remarks made Grace felt like she was being slapped. And she could not fight back.




“And Chong paid you twenty bucks for a suck last time, didn’t he?” Royston grinned. Chong was the office janitor. Royston had blackmailed Grace to seduce him and suck him off after Royston just found out that Grace had stolen money from the company.




“Yes, Sir, “ Grace admitted. She hated it when Royston took every opportunity to remind her of the disgusting things that she had been blackmailed to do.




“Twenty bucks is pretty cheap then,” Royston said, his words laced with insult. “You think you’re some kind of high class whore? Maybe you will need to start getting used to charging five bucks for a suck.” (In his mind, Royston had a visual of Grace’s male colleagues, lining up outside the executive men’s toilet, waiting their turn to get fellated by Grace for five bucks.)




“And you know what, I never wrote the note to ask you to change your clothes in front of the bellboy. I guess he came up with that one.. haha…” Royston laughed.



Grace felt flabbergasted. Steve had deceived her!




“Still, it isn’t a bad idea. So from now on, you WILL change in front of him. And if he wants certain favors in exchange for an item of clothing, so be it.” Royston had an amused look on his face as he said this.




Grace was crestfallen, and she felt like crying. Swallowing the emotions welling up inside of her, she sat there on


Royston’s sofa, her legs open docilely as he inserted the metallic vibrator into her. He told her, “Since you’re not wearing panties, I don’t know how this vibrator is going to stay in you. I guess your cunt will have to hold it in as you are walking.”




Grace could just imagine what it would be like to be walking in the office, squeezing the vibrator as it hummed inside her. She knew that when the smooth cylinder came on, she would involuntarily squeeze her pelvic muscles as the toy emitted pleasurable vibrations to her sensitive cunt walls and indirectly to her unwillingly aroused clit.


The tensing of her vaginal muscles would naturally tend to push the vibrator out of her vagina. She could just imagine if the vibrator popped out – it would drop out between her legs in a flash as she was pantiless. To ensure this did not happen, she would have to force herself to relax her pelvic muscles even with the vibrator humming deep in her pussy. This thought did not thrill her at all. In her previous experience, the more she tried to relax, and the more her pubic muscle experienced rapid relaxation and forced contractions from stimulation, the faster she would reach the inevitable orgasm. Grace pulled her skirt down, and stood up. She could definitely feel the vibrator inside of her, filling her cunt.




“You know what..” said Royston, looking at his watch, “I want you to go out and buy lunch for me – the sandwich shop across the street is fine..”




Grace raised her eyebrows, her mouth open. But she did not dare to refuse. Resisting would make it worse.


Buying takeout lunch for Royston meant that she would have to pass through the security gates in the building obby once more. The metal detector could well go off again, alerting the security guards of the metallic object hidden between her legs. Royston would definitely be turning on the vibrator knowing that she had to go through the metal detector, and go to the crowded sandwich shop during peak hour. Pantiless, there was also a good chance the wind might catch her skirt as she crossed the busy street and jostled with the lunchtime crowd.




“You know which one I am referring to?” said Royston. “No not this street, the one after the traffic light.”




“Yes Sir..” said Grace demurely.




Grace shifted her weight, feeling the small but heavy metallic object inside of her. Taking a few steps slowly, she started toward the door. The high heel boots she wore forced her to push her ass out and rotate her hips in order to keep her balance as she walked, so she clearly felt the cylindrical object ensconced within her labia lips. She would have to keep it snug, no – totally concealed in her body. If the vibrator did turn on, this time round it would not be nesting against her slit in her panties, it would be completely and thoroughly embedded in her soppy, soppy cunt. To make it worse, if it did pop out from her cunt, the wire that connected to the receiver strapped to her waist would mean that the vibrator would be dangling between her legs (the skirt would be too short to hide it), rather than dropping to the ground. The humiliating would be devastating, as she could imagine so many pairs of eyes already on her because of what she wore. The lobby downstairs, the street outside, the pedestrian crossing and the sandwich shop would all be packed with human traffic and curious onlookers. Grace regretted not having worn panties. Standing in the elevator as several men got in, she could already feel the vibrator starting to hum.

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