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Collected by Djian Another story by darkavenger | Grace's Hard Lesson |
updated july 25 2008
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.
CHAPTER 22 (MF,FF,bondage,humiliation,oral,anal,toy,reluc)
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Dont cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me
Dont cha
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With Natasha’s help, Grace’s hair had been combed back neatly and pinned to the back of her head, while her
makeup had been touched up. More eyeliner and mascara, and lip gloss. A pair of silver dangling earrings
adorned her small earlobes, hanging elegantly by the side of her lovely neck, the tiny crystals reflecting the
photography lights setup around her.
Neck-up, Grace looked like she was ready to attend a formal evening gown event. But neck-down, she looked
every inch a masochist slave, nude and ready for display, punishment or whatever her Master desired - Grace
was kneeling and secured in stocks, with her legs locked wide part with a spreader bar.
Besides a thin chain anklet of blue beads on her delicate ankle, and a shiny silver stud for her pierced navel,
Grace’s nude body was also adorned with a sterling silver nipple chain necklace. The necklace was simple but
elegant in design, with an intricate crystal centerpiece that hung just below her neck hollow, accentuating her
collar bones. Connected to the centerpiece were two fine chains that hung low between her breasts, attached to
her nipples with sliding hoops. The nipple chains did not stop at the hoops, but dangled freely below her nipples
for another three inches, ending with tiny pendants decorated with crystals. A matching belly chain sat low on
her waist.
The non-piercing nipple jewelry was just a start in Nakamori’s plan for Grace. Although she did not have big
breasts or particularly long nipples, the hoops maintained a wonderful tension grasping the base of her nipples
once they got aroused, and he knew that at least for this evening they heightened Grace’s awareness of her own
arousal. Royston had already started making Grace go bra-less when she went to work in the office during the
day. The feeling of her nipples rubbing against the silk or satin blouse would soon be complemented by the
feeling of the nipple chains she would wear - the friction of the hoops sliding on her stiff nipples, and the
sensation of the chains dangling between her breasts. Once she got used to having aroused nipples in the office all
the time, he could move onto nipple clamps or even nipple rings.
It would be interesting to see Grace’s reaction when he told her to attend a few corporate functions with the top
few buttons of her blouse undone, letting others glimpse the decorative jewelry she wore on her breasts, drawing
attention to her bra-less tits, and pierced nipples.
Nakamori looked forward to the day when he would bring Grace to one of those special black-tie events. Grace’s
makeup and hair would not be much different from today, but she would be at his arm, wearing a sexy evening
gown that he would design for her. Under the gown she would be naked of course, and when the time came for
her to be showcased on the catwalk to all the distinguished guests at the event, Grace would be such a lovely
vision with a nipple chain tugging on her pierced nipples, with a sliding connector to a second chain running
down the middle of her chest linking her tall black collar to her belly chain and to her belly-button ring. A third
chain could be clipped on to her belly chain at the navel, drawing the eye down to that special place between her
legs, finally with the other end clipping onto the clit jewelry she would be wearing.
But for now, there were no evening gowns. Instead, Grace was locked in a pillory. Similar to stocks, the pillory
consisted of hinged wooden boards, with holes where Grace’s wrists and neck were inserted before the boards
were secured with a giant padlock. Unlike stocks which held captives in a sitting position, a pillory usually had
its captive standing or kneeling, being fixed to a pole which may double as a whipping post.
Grace shifted uncomfortably in the awkward position she was placed in. Her entire body was already aching
from the various poses she was put in the last hour, but it was her calf muscles which ached the most. If she tried
to exert any strength to support her weight with them, her calf muscles trembled in such a way which she never
experienced before. They were weak and aching like she had just done a hundred calf raises.
After all there was that pose where her upper body was all entwined with rope, and her arms and hands tied
behind her back. The knots in the rope were strategically placed to cinch her breasts, her bodyweight creating a
tension with one end of the rope which was thrown over a study horizontal beam in the ceiling. A crotch rope
kept Grace very uncomfortable - with one end cinched to the central knot right above her chest where her weight
was supported from the ceiling, while the other end was pulled up tightly between her ass-cheeks and looped
around the complex system of knots behind her back which were themselves tightly pulling her elbows towards
each other.
The crotch rope meant that Grace could not stand properly with both her feet flat on the ground, as this would
dig into her pussy lips. She had to stand with her right foot flat on the ground and her weight on that leg, while
supporting her other leg with the ball of her foot or her toes. After several minutes though, her right leg would
start to ache, and she had to change her position and shift her weight to the other leg. The act of shifting her
weight to the other leg was a struggle because the rope pulling on her chest kept her off balance, and she had to
do so on the balls of her feet to avoid the crotch rope digging deeper into her tender parts. Because the knots on
her back were not in the middle but deliberately placed nearer her right elbow, Grace soon realized that standing
on her left leg was not the symmetrical opposite of standing on the other leg – she could not straighten her knee
without unbearably tightening the crotch rope. And so Grace had to change from one awkward position to
another every few minutes, in the process tiring out her leg muscles.
Once she was starting to tire, the rope supporting her weight to the ceiling was made even shorter, and Joe forced
her to stand with her feet wide apart, on the balls of her feet. In that position, Grace had to take a bright pink
dildo into her mouth and grip it tight with her lips, while Joe took several shots with his camera. When Joe got
bored of this pose, Nakamori had Grace raise her left knee high up, to almost chest level, whereupon he looped
another length of rope a few times around her left ankle and left thigh before securing it to the ceiling rope. This
had Grace’s leg bent like an inverted “L” in mid-air, looking like she might have been a ballet dancer frozen in an
awkward position.
There there was the pose where she was tied, arms behind her back, to a wooden post, with her right leg standing
almost tip-toe and ass touching the post, while the other leg was bent back fully and her upper thigh tightly
bound with rope to her ankle. The immobilized left leg was then unceremoniously suspended to the ceiling,
splaying her legs wide apart . In this pose, Joe introduced a number of dildos into her vulnerably exposed pussy
and ass-hole as he stepped back to take a variety of pictures.
There was also the one where she laid face down. Her feet were tied together and suspended to the ceiling, while
her chest and her chin were the only parts of her body touching the floor. Her arms were pulled as far and high as
they could go behind her back, and wrists tied together, and then the rope binding her wrists was brought up and
looped around the rope on her bound ankles and pulled till it was taut. Then the rope suspending her feet up to
the ceiling was pulled up even higher, making Grace’s body arch backwards and upside-down like a crescent. In
this position, Joe could again make use of various dramatic angles that captured both the grimace on Grace’s face
in her body’s contorted pose, and her exposed pussy. One of his favorite shots was taken from his subject’s side
view, where the side profile of her face could be recognized (after he gingerly tucked her messy hair behind her
ear) with her chin pressing on the floor on one end, while on the opposite end a large dildo could be seen
protruding from the gentle turf of pubic hair which sprouted around her cute pussy.
Joe stared now at Grace standing awkwardly with her neck and wrists secured in the wooden boards of the
pillory. With the range of motion of her head restricted by the vertical board, she was only able to look down and
had to raise her head to look to her front with some difficulty. By rotating her head she could see to her sides with
similar difficulty but she had no way of seeing behind her. Joe was standing behind her.
Using his light meter to test if there was enough illumination on Grace’s ass (which wiggled as she tried to shift
her bodyweight to ease the strain in her legs) , Joe felt his erection growing in his pants. He remembered his last
payment from Nakamori for his services. It was payment in kind, where he was allowed to fuck Grace as she was
restrained in a position after her bondage photo shoot. He still remembered how tight her cunt was when he
raped her. How she begged him to stop and squealed when he penetrated her from behind. Joe made up his mind
to negotiate on the terms of his next payment.
Nakamori got up from his seat at this point to visit the men’s room before the next round of photography, leaving
Royston and Joe alone with Grace in the studio.
Joe was fiddling with his camera. Royston seemed a little bored. He walked up to Grace, putting his hand on her
small waist and caressing the curve of her hip before resting it on her bare ass. Just barely two months ago this
young lady was a fellow colleague - proud, confident and untouchable in the office, a rival at work. Now she was
a bondage fetish model under his control. He was her Trainer, the one who would make her learn her new place
in life, to submit without question to being used sexually by men and women alike.
“You know Grace,” Royston began, the corner of his mouth upturned in his usual style when he thought of
something diabolical or cruel to torture his ex-colleague with. His fingernails scraped against her soft flesh of her
hip. “In medieval times, a pillory such as this was set up in marketplaces and crossroads to hold criminals. Yes,
criminals. That includes petty thieves,” he paused for effect, “- like YOU.” His fingernails dug into her ass cheeks,
relishing the fact that he was making Grace cringe.
“Public humiliation was the whole idea in this type of punishment,” he continued, stepping in front of the pillory
to look her in the eye. In a sudden move, Royston gripped her chin forcefully, forcing her to lift her head and
look at him. “Stripped in front of strangers, or even people you knew, perhaps flogged, and then placed in the
pillory. Anyone could touch, rape, or sodomize you without fear of reprisal.” He recalled with a relish how he
had recently made Grace exhibit herself in a public park, take a ride in a public bus pantiless and submit herself
to a molester. This was all part of her training.
He stepped behind her, out of her range of vision. In his hand was a tube of KY jelly which he squeezed and
applied liberally to his middle finger.
“And here you are, little thief. Imagine yourself in such a situation,” he said with a louder voice. His eyes moved
down her petite body straining against her oversized bonds, and he added, ”- helpless, secured and locked to the
stocks. Your neck chained to your ankle restraints. Shamed and displayed in public.” He circled around the
restrained girl, then stepped in close, close enough to smell her hair.
Grace gasped out loud and her eyes flew open in shock as Royston unexpectedly pushed his long, lubricated,
middle finger all the way up into her tight anus, the palm of his big hand coming to rest against the cheeks of her
ass. He moved his long finger around inside the young woman, feeling her tight, anal muscles adjust to the
intrusion.
"Uhhh.. Uhh.. Uhh.. Ugghh!" Grace grunted as the wet, squishing sounds of her tight, virgin ass hole being
repeatedly probed reverberated in the studio. Her knees gave way as Royston quickly fucked his long finger in
and out of her several times in rapid succession.
Grace gasped for air as Royston paused briefly. He watched the young girl's rib cage swell and contract as she
gasped in several ragged breaths. When he felt her tight, little anus contract on his finger, Royston again began to
finger-fuck Grace quickly, his palm slapping against her firm ass cheeks with each stroke. The sexual tension on
her face, her arched back and lithe limbs pulling hard against the restraints as he violated her asshole made him
rock-hard, but he didn’t show it. As her Trainer, he had to remain in control. He longed for the feeling of his cock
sinking into her sweet pussy, but that would come later.
She could feel his breath on her neck as he touched her slit.
“The petty thief Grace, punished in public. How do you feel being stripped and humiliated in front of strangers?”
Royston pushed his finger deep into her spasming little anus and began to rub her little love bud in a quick
circular motion with his thumb, making the young beauty’s legs tremble.
“No answer? Let me answer for you – LOOK you’re SOPPING wet you horny little tramp.” His fingers were
glistening with the evidence from between her legs.
Royston held up his fingers, coated in her shameful juices. “Here, taste it for yourself, you shameless cum-oozing
whore,” as he wiped them liberally onto her tongue and cheeks.
With that, he spitted on her body with surprising viciousness, decorating her chest and face with a splatter of
spittle. Just like how a thief being punished in public in the medieval age might have gotten her just desserts from
decent citizens walking by. Grace’s face flushed crimson, in part from the shocking insult of being spitted on the
first time in her life, and in part from being confronted about the truth about the secretions leaking between her
legs.
Royston took a crystal butt plug from the tray nearby. “Urrgghhh,” Grace’s protest was cut short as Royston
pushed the knurled device into her already lubricated anus. For the benefit of the hidden cameras around, the
index and middle fingers of his other hand squeezed Grace’s little budding clit at the same time, causing the girl
to cry out from the mix of pain and pleasure simultaneously exploding in her loins. Wide-eyed and gasping, she
felt her strong sphincter muscle snap into the recessed groove designed to hold the plug snugly in place
Royston held up his drenched hand, bathed in her sweet and sticky moisture. "You see you dirty little whore!
You‘re nothing but a dripping bitch in heat. I am tempted to tell your Owner that all you’re good for is to be put
on the street like the rest of those cheap cock sucking whores who are always hot on the prowl for the next gang
bang. You’re such a pathetic little cum slut.”
Joe chipped in, “But she IS a cheap cock-sucking whore, Royston. She earned like what - a measly fifty bucks from
three blowjobs just before the previous shoot?!”
Grace felt a pang of humiliation shoot through her chest. She did walk the streets one evening near an area full of
sleazy pubs downtown. She sucked off three strangers – no, it was four, because one left after ejaculating on her
face.
“Grace, what are you?” enquired Joe.
Grace peered through her tousled hair to look at him. She knew the response required of her.
“A – a cheap cock-sucking whore, Sir, “ Grace forced herself to say. As much as she hated what they made her say,
she feared more from what Joe would do if he wasn’t pleased with her response.
“Good answer,” said Joe. Joe adjusted the height of the stocks lower and shortened the length of the chain
connecting Grace’s ankle restraints to her neck, making Grace kneel on the floor. Grace was glad to be kneeling
instead, as she had a chance to rest her sore calves and thighs.
“I like it better when you’re kneeling,” he said, stepping back and cocking his head to look at her. “It’s like you
were born to kneel. Just like your holes were made to be used.”
At any rate, Grace could not respond with Joe strapping in a massive black dildo that filled her mouth and
stretched her lips to the max.
“Grace, you cheap, cock-sucking, cum-drinking cunt-whore,” Royston repeated slowly, shaking his head
somberly as if he was disgusted with her, pausing between each word to make sure it registered in her mind. He
wanted the words to more than register in her mind. He wanted them to sink into her consciousness.
At that point, Nakamori entered the studio again, wiping his hands on a towel. He had missed the whole
conversation except the last sentence that Royston had said. Before he could ask what he had missed, he got
distracted.
“What’s that sound?” said Nakamori. Everybody looked up. There was a melody playing.
“Somebody’s phone is ringing..” said Joe, looking around.
Royston put his hand into Grace’s handbag and pulled out a slim phone. “Our dear grace’s phone is ringing.
Shall I answer it, grace?” he said, glancing at Grace and back at the screen on the phone to see at who the caller is.
Grace shook her head frantically, her eyes wide open. The phone stopped ringing, and she felt relieved. Before
Royston could put back her phone in her bag, the phone rang again. Royston peered at the screen and said, “It’s
Mark. You sure you don’t want to answer it?”
Grace’s heart nearly stopped. Mark was her boyfriend. She shook her head again and tried to say something but it
came out muffled “MMmffphh..” she said, shaking her head.
“What’s that? You don’t want to answer because you’re a cheap cock-sucking cum whore with a fake black cock
in your mouth ? OH sorry, you’re gagged up at the moment,” said Royston, “why don’t I answer it for you?”
Royston grinned, his eyes gleaming in fake enthusiasm.
“MMMMmmmfffpphhhh,” Grace uttered frantically, the veins in her neck standing out with the effort. She knew
that the corner of her lips was frothing around the black dildo stuck in her mouth.
Nakamori and Joe were watching on with amusement. Nakamori had sat back down on the sofa, while Joe put
down his camera, folding his arms.
“Oh it’s no bother at all,” said Royston, pressing the ‘answer’ button on her phone. “This is Grace’s phone, how
may I help you ?” he greeted.
Grace froze, staring helplessly at Royston as he spoke into her phone. Her drool dripped from the end of black
dildo sticking out of her mouth.
Royston replied, “Oh yes,” his eyes looking at the bound and gagged Grace. “Sure, I’ll get her,” he continued.
With that he walked over to Grace with the small phone in his hand. With his other hand, he unbuckled the strap
behind Grace’s head, releasing the large black dildo locked in her mouth. Unhurriedly, he withdrew the ridged
dildo from her lips, causing copious amounts of her saliva to also follow suit, dribbling from its latex surface to
her bosom.
He placed the phone against Grace’s ear, and nodded at her.
Grace stared at Royston as if he was crazy. She did not know how to react. He beckoned her again with a tilt of
his chin.
“Hello Mark?” said Grace tentatively.
“Hi luv,” said the warm, familiar voice. Indeed it was her boyfriend, Mark. The voice sounded distant. He was
calling from overseas.
“How have you been doing? Really missing ya here you know…” Mark said.
“I – Yes I’m missing you too. I’m fine,” said Grace, feeling conscious that Royston was near enough to listen to
their conversation.
“Why are you panting?” said Mark.
“Oh, “ said Grace. She was breathing heavily, from the effort of being gagged earlier and trying to speak. The
excitement of the moment made it worse. “I – I just came off the treadmill..” she lied.
“You’re at the gym?” said Mark.
“Yes,” replied Grace.
“And who was that guy who answered your phone?” Mark said.
“Oh, that’s Royston. You know, Royston from the office.”
“You went to the gym with Royston?”
“Er-Yes.”
Royston smiled. He was loving it. Grace was lying, and making him an alibi. With the black dildo in his left hand,
coated with Grace’s own saliva, he parted her cunt lips with the head of the dildo even as she talked to her
boyfriend. Royston rubbed the menacing looking dildo against the entrance of her pussy, enjoying the fact that
Grace could not make a peep.
“Okay..” said Mark, his voice trailing off a little, “I thought you didn’t like him that much,” he said with a softer
voice.
“No – Yes I didn’t, but he’s okay really..,”said Grace, glancing at Royston’s face, wondering how much of Mark’s
voice he could hear. She felt the dildo’s pressure at the entrance of her pussy pushing harder, and tried to
disguise the rising tension in her voice. “He’s okay, after you get to know him better, UHH.” she said. The sound
she made at the end of her sentence was when she felt the mushroom shaped head of the dildo slip past her cunt
lips into the depths of her pussy. Luckily Mark did not seem to pick up on it.
Royston smiled wryly. Grace has gotten to know him alright. She had her lips locked around his cock on more
than one occasion. She had tasted his cum. Used it as cream to make her coffee. Listening to Grace talking about
the gym, Royston immediately envisioned Grace turning up in the gym dressed in a sexy leotard with the inside
lining removed so the outline of her nipples and privates could been seen. Perhaps having her give a few
blowjobs in the men’s locker room would be a good idea.
“How’s work?” said Grace, stifling any sounds she might be inclined to make accidentally as Royston pushed the
dildo further into her pussy as she spoke. Royston smiled again, she was a smart girl. She kept her part of the
dialogue short to avoid any surprises with what he was doing with the dildo. Let the guy do the talking.
“Work’s back on track now. I really owe you one. Listen, there’s a chance I might be back next month,” said Mark.
“Really?” said Grace, fidgeting nervously.
“What’s wrong?” said Mark, “I thought you’ll be happy.”
“Yes, of course I am Mark, “ said Grace, stifling a semi-moan. She barely stopped herself from crying out as she
felt the dildo moving in her pussy - courtesy of Royston’s hand. “I’m excited, to hear the news,” she blurted.
Slowly, Royston withdrew the black dildo, making her feel every ridge and bump on it as she continued talking
as if nothing was happening.
“S-Sorry, I’m just exhausted – from work today.. and the gym.. I’ll call you when I get home?” Grace managed to
say. She felt intense shame that not only was she lying to her boyfriend through her teeth, she was talking to him
in a kneeling position, hands bound behind her back, with a butt plug in her ass, and a dildo that was just
removed seconds ago from her pussy. Nude in front of three men, no less, who were all enjoying this amusing
spectacle of her humiliation. What would her boyfriend think if he could see her now?
“Alright luv. I’ll talk to you later. Bye..” said Mark.
“Bye..” said Grace. The line went dead.
“See, it wasn’t that bad was it?” said Royston, putting the phone back in her bag. “I’m not such a bad guy,” he
said in jest, opening his arms emphatically with both his palms facing up, and turning to face Nakamori and Joe.
“I let you take personal phone calls from your BOYFRIEND even though we’re working!”
Joe guffawed, slapping his thigh. Nakamori had a broad grin on his face as he leaned back in a relaxed position
on the sofa, with one leg crossed, his hand on one knee with a cigar trapped between his index and middle finger.
Grace swallowed the lump in her throat, wondering what else they might do with Mark. Please.. she pleaded, to
no one in particular. She could let Mark know !
--
“Alright, enough fun and laughter,” said Nakamori, getting up from the sofa after he finished his cigar.
The studio’s receptionist, Natasha, had just returned. In her hand was a new sex toy, a strap-on double-headed
dildo. The sex toy was usually a favorite with lesbians who would use it to penetrate and pleasure both parties
simultaneously.
Nakamori eased one end of it into Grace’s mouth, inch by inch until almost reaching the back of her throat. He
secured it around her head with the strap, leaving the other eight inches sticking out of her mouth. The dildo oral
training had come in useful after all, for Grace did not choke with the dildo jammed as far down her throat as it
was.
Joe snapped a few more pictures of Grace kneeling with a spreader bar between her ankles, wrists cuffed behind
her back, and a double headed dildo jammed in her mouth and throat. He took special care to have various shots
that zoomed into her face, her wide-spread thighs culminating in her light tuft of pubic hair, and her pink pointy
nipples on her apple-sized tits.
When Grace looked up again, she saw that Nakamori had a piece of black cloth in his hand. He was going to
blindfold her ! Behind him, Nat had taken off all of her work clothes. Below her casual turtle-neck and jacket -
very respectable office wear befitting a receptionist - she was wearing a black leather cupless top which
resembled a corset. From a ring sewn in the center of the leather top just below her breasts, a thin metal chain
connected to an identical ring on the front of a black leather collar around her neck. For panties, Nat had a
matching black leather bikini with metal studs and an open-crotch.
The last thing Grace saw before the blindfold was put on her, was Nat taking off her panties.
With her eyes covered, Grace’s ears strained to listen. The dildo in her mouth caused her jaw to ache and was
making her salivate involuntarily. All around her was silence, save for her heart pounding in her ears. Grace
noticed that her breathing had quickened, and tried to calm herself down. To little avail. Because she could not
see anything, she started to imagine the worst. What were they doing?
There was a flash of light which suggested Joe was still snapping pictures of her.
Then there was some noise behind her. Someone was putting something between her legs. The spreader bar
stopped her from closing her thighs, but she could feel something touching her inner thighs. A pair of soft hands
grasped the outside of both her thighs. Judging by the size of the hands it could only be Nat.
And judging by the position of her hands - Grace felt something warm and wet touching her slit, and confirmed
her suspicion – Nat was lying down with her head between Grace’s thighs. It was Nat’s tongue on her slit, gently
sliding up and down, flicking in and out of her cunt, up and gently across her clit. Grace squirmed, and protested
feebly, but there was nothing she could do. Muffled by the five inches of dildo crammed in her mouth and
halfway down her throat, her protests came out as mewling sounds that had no meaning, causing only her
accumulated saliva to dribble out from her lips.
A few full minutes of licking ensued, and then abruptly it stopped. She guessed Nat had to come up for air.
Grace felt flustered. She was not a lesbian, but Nat was clearly interested in females. Grace had never had a
lesbian thought; the closest thing was a pre-adolescent crush on a girl friend in school. Yet she recalled that
during her first bikini shoot where Nakamori had forcibly restrained her, lashed her with a cane, humiliated her
by making her crawl around the room where he led her on a leash, and forced her to masturbate in front of them,
Grace had finally orgasmed unwillingly on the pretty receptionist’s tongue.
The licking started again, followed by a slight nibbling of her clit. Grace gasped for air, as her clit continued to be
attacked between intermittent breaks for air.
Grace had suppressed her memory of her orgasm at Nat’s mouth. That was the first time she had a lesbian
experience, and it felt so terribly wrong. The fact that she climaxed made her feel even guiltier. She tried to forget
it ever happened.
But that failed miserably, because Grace orgasmed a second time when Nat had fucked her with a strap-on dildo
after her recent bondage photography shoot. She convinced herself that it had nothing to do with Nat’s soft
caressing touches, and the kisses Nat would plant on her neck when Nat took her from behind. Nat was way
gentler than the men had ever been – she had nothing but regret and hatred for the cruel Royston, and her own
boss Mr Shih who brutally raped her in his office. Grace recalled that even as Nat fucked her, Nat’s slender
fingers had rubbed her clit in such a familiar way that only another girl would know.
Grace was brought back to reality by the terrible ache in her jaw as someone tightened the strap around the back
of her head. Her lips had been stretched around more than a dozen different dildos in the last hour, and her
mouth gagged repeatedly. She was still in total darkness due to the blindfold around her eyes, and her breathing
was ragged.
Grace felt a strong hand begin to gently stroke and knead her right tit, then another on her left. Then a pair
of lips locked onto her right tit, and another on her left tit, sucking noisily on her hardening nipple. Grace
exhaled a long shuddering breath. Who was it?! Nakamori and Joe? Were there more than two male tormentors -
who else was there? Did Royston return??
The licking of her slit continued, peppered with occasional tonguing and nibbling of her clit. The hands stroking
her tits moved to her ribs, tracing a line from her belly-button down to her pubic mound, then restarting from her
ass cheeks sliding to her inner thighs and the back of her knees. The male mouth on her nipple sucked her teat in
all the way, while the warm tongue flickered against it, causing it to harden even more. Then the mouth released
her erect nipple – only to be replaced by a slow lingering tongue that traced a hot circle around her areola, before
it clamped shut again on her nipple on her other tit.
Grace felt the beginnings of a climax began to swell within her, as the combination of tit sucking, licking, tickling,
and pussy-eating proved overwhelming.
She struggled, unable to anticipate where the dancing fingers and tongues would go next. Grace felt Nat’s nose
fully nestled in her cunt, and her warm, wet tongue burrowing up deep into Grace’s equally wet slit. Nat was
tongue-fucking her ! Meanwhile, someone had mashed her tits together, sucking on her erect nipples alternately,
while another hand was exploring her ass valley and had a finger flicking her anus continuously.
Her mind wandered to a sub-conscious warning which she recollected from the depths of a memory she’d rather
forget.
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"What are the rules for cumming, Grace?" he said sternly.
"I- I can't cum unless I've been given permission Sir.." she struggled to say, trying to keep George's
runny semen in her mouth.
"And?"
"And, I can't ask for permission unless I've got man-cum in my mouth," she said, eyes downcast in shame.
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Grace felt herself on the verge of a powerful orgasm. She had to get permission to cum ! Or she will be punished
for it again ! But how could she if she was gagged? Grace tried to alert her tormentors’ attention, and get them to
stop by screaming into her gag. But all that came out was muffled cries that sounded like throes of passion.
“MMMMMMFFFFFFFPPPHHhhh,” she screamed from her lungs, turning her head from side to side. She wanted
them to stop, to remove her dildo-gag so that she might ask for permission to cum, and so condemn herself to
being a slut who could not help herself. She was a shameless slut. But she needed to cum. She was going to cum,
and it was better to cum with permission than without.
Amidst the licking, sucking and eating of her tits, pussy and asshole which pushed Grace to the very edge, she
was very surprised to suddenly feel a squirt of something wet and tangy in her mouth. It came from the dildo.
Her eyes rolled back within the blindfold, and later she would recall the thought in her head at the exact moment
where she had climaxed. The thought that accompanied the sensation of Nat’s tongue thrashing in her spasming
cunt hole, was she wondered how she tasted to Nat.
“NNNNnngggghhhh! NNNNGGGHHHH! NNNNGNGNNGGHHHH!" Grace made short, degrading,grunting noises as the climax spread through her body in intense waves of sheer bliss. The drool dribbled out from between the corner of the
mouth and the dildo where her lips were stretched wide around, while her body shuddered in the restraints.
That was when she became aware that the taste in her mouth was semen. Man-cum, from an unknown source.
Somehow it had come from the dildo in her mouth. The humiliation of knowing she had climaxed upon the taste
of sperm from an unknown donor, a stranger, crashed into her sense of self-worth, breaking it into a million
pieces. But that did not stop the contractions in her pussy.
Grace’s tormentors ignored her climax and kept up their onslaught with their tongues and fingers, working in
concert to bring her to a second orgasm. One end of the double-ended dildo was firmly entrenched in Grace’s
mouth but the other end pointing out from her mouth could be detached, transforming the sex-toy into a
squirting dildo with a detachable reservoir. Earlier, a rubber bulb had been connected to the base of the squirting
dildo without Grace’s knowledge, as she was being distracted by the simultaneous stimulation of all her
erogenous zones. Another squeeze of the rubber bulb injected the contents of the bulb through a tiny tunnel in the
shaft of the dildo and out through the tip of the dildo head, depositing more semen into her mouth.
The strong pungent taste and stickiness of the semen in Grace’s mouth, combined with the intense stimulation on
her pussy, asshole and nipples succeeded in making Grace cum a second time only moments after her first. It was
as if her body took the semen splashing in her mouth as implied permission to cum. Grace’s back arched as she
let go a muffled wail in her gag. Her body tensed and quivered for a good ten seconds, before quietening down.
Grace went limp after coming down from her prolonged orgasm, exhausted.
Natasha licked her lips, enjoying the sweet taste of Grace fresh in her mouth. There was nothing more she loved
than the moment of feeling another female cum while her mouth was locked on her spasming pussy in the throes
of a huge orgasm.
Getting out from in between and under Grace’s legs, Nat stood up, and looked upon her blindfolded lover.
Grace’s wrists were still handcuffed behind her and the detachable rubber balloon that was the sperm reservoir
hung limply on the base of the dildo that protruded out from Grace’s mouth.
After licking Grace to orgasm, Nat could feel that the insides of her own pussy were now slick. Her empty cunt
was pulsing with desire, reminding her that she was nothing but a slutty little whore that needed a nice big cock
in her snatch. She would get some later. For now, she only wished to make her sister in bondage, Grace, recognize
that Grace herself was the same – a slutty little whore who only existed to have her holes filled by cocks.
Carefully, Nat detached the rubber bulb from the end of the dildo protruding from Grace’s mouth and attached
in its place the second dildo head, making the dildo once again double-headed.
The receptionist looked at Nakamori. The Japanese man who was her Master gave her a nod, indicating his
approval for her to pleasure herself.
Natasha cupped her breasts and lifted them, as if offering them to the men around her as she squeezed her
nipples between her fingers. She closed her eyes and moaned as her nipples stiffened, and a little stream of pussy
juice oozed out of her cunt and trickled down her thighs. She hadn't been fucked for two days, and her vagina
was creaming between her legs as she sat down on a raised platform in front of Grace. With her feet planted flat
on the floor and body facing up, Natasha raised her bum to the same level as Grace’s blindfolded face with the
help of a few pillows. Natasha spread apart her thighs, knees pointing away from either side of her unseeing
lover’s head.
The dildo head that protruded from Grace’s mouth was beckoning to Nat. The young receptionist slid her bum
forward till her shaved pussy made contact with the dildo head, causing her to immediately gasp in pleasure.
Not knowing what was happening, Grace only felt the pressure on the dildo in her mouth pushing deeper into
her throat. The strap around the back of her head did hold it in place, but she was starting to panic, until she
heard Nat’s reassuring voice. “Don’t be afraid Grace, it’s me. Just use your gums to hold the dildo tight.”
Grace could sense Nat was near her, and suddenly realized what was supposed to happen. Nat had given her an
orgasm, and now it was time for her to return the favor.
Nat slowly inched forward her bum on the raised platform, guiding the head of the dildo into her twat. She
closed her eyes as the shaft entered her inch by inch till the inside of her thighs were almost touching Grace’s ears.
Finally, seven inches of the dildo were inside her pussy, while another six were in Grace’s mouth. “Dear sis, fuck
me with your mouth,” she said softly, reaching between her legs and placing her hands on the sides of Grace’s
head.
Joe took several pictures as a blindfolded Grace fucked Nat’s pussy with the dildo in her mouth. “Yes, fuck me
grace. Fuck Natasha’s snatch. Fuck me with your cock,” moaned the receptionist unabashedly as Grace moved
her head back and forth. “Oh yes,” Nat moaned in pleasure. She whispered to Grace, “please make me cum sis,
otherwise Master will punish me later.” Her snatch was leaking juices as the shaft burrowed in and out under
Grace’s control.
With the sex-toy in her mouth strapped securely around her head, it was not that difficult for Grace to master the
movement, once she had gotten over the initial fear that the section of the dildo deep in her mouth might make
her choke. Grace felt ambivalent that she was fucking Nat with a dildo – did that meant she was engaging
voluntarily in a lesbian act? But she did not want Nat to be punished because of her.
“Ooh…” she heard Nat gush. Grace could feel the shaft of the dildo in her mouth shudder, and she knew the
tremors came from Nat who had the other end buried in her snatch.
Grace heard Nakamori’s voice next.
“Was that an orgasm, little one? That quick eh? You must be horny,” said Nakamori. “Do you want to feel the
slut’s tongue in you, Nat?”
“Yes Master,” replied Natasha eagerly. Grace could almost imagine Nat blushing.
Grace could feel her wrists being uncuffed, and she was put in a lying position on her back, and her wrists locked
again to a post above her head. Although the double dildo was removed from her mouth, the blindfold stayed on,
so Grace could not see anything.
The only thing she heard was Nakamori instructing Natasha, “Open your mouth Nat. This goes straight from the
slut’s mouth into yours.” Natasha made some sort of muffled response, a clue that the dildo from Grace’s mouth
had quickly been strapped into hers.
Grace sensed a shadow, indicating someone was standing over her. A pillow or cushion was inserted below her
head, propping it up. Her ears brushed against someone. Grace realized her head, facing up, was now between
Nat’s knees. Evidently Nat had been made to straddle her head. Grace could hear her noisy breathing through
her gag, and smell the scent of arousal from a freshly-fucked pussy so close to her face.
“Lick on slut,” instructed Nakamori, his voice inches away from Grace’s ears.
Grace hesitantly moved her head forward, planting her lips on the soft labia lips spread in front of her. Unsure of
herself, Grace flicked her tongue up and down the slit once, and at once felt a response from its obviously
aroused owner. She wondered why she did not feel the studs that Nat had on her pierced pussy lips.
CHAPTER 23 (MF,FF,bondage,oral,nc,reluc)
Nakamori looked on at the scene in front of him with satisfaction. Joe was already all over it with his camera. The
blindfolded young woman with her knees straddling both sides of Grace’s head was not Natasha the receptionist,
but Grace’s friend - Ming.
Ming had similarly been blindfolded and gagged, like Grace, before she was brought into the room. She also had
her wrists cuffed behind her ass. Now Ming was kneeling there in front of Grace’s mouth with her thighs spread.
While Nakamori was sure Grace could smell Ming’s arousal, Grace had no way of knowing it was her friend
Ming.
He had made sure Ming’s pussy was suitably aroused for this moment, so that Grace would think it was Nat’s
pussy that she was going to lick.
How was Ming aroused? The tall girl had been tied to a bed in the adjoining room waiting for the last hour. That
was the reason why from time to time, Nat and Royston had disappeared from the studio where Grace’s pictures
were being taken. To prepare her, Nat had licked Ming’s pussy for half an hour, as she laid on the bed bound and
gagged and blindfolded. Though Ming resisted, she could not fight her body’s natural reaction to the stimulation
of her genitals by a skilled female. In the second half of the last hour, she had been freshly fucked by Royston on
the bed before being brought into the studio.
“Why did you stop licking, slut?” said Nakamori in a commanding voice, grabbing a fistful of Grace’s hair at the
back of her head.
Grace obediently stuck out her tongue, and found the warm moist opening thrust softly onto her mouth. She
began to lick the moist slit diligently with her tongue, unaware that she was not licking Natasha, but her friend
Ming.
Joe felt his cock harden in his jeans as he looked on. Ming was a fair skinned girl, even fairer than Grace. As he
focused his camera on her flawless porcelain skin, he marveled that her skin was so fair the faint tracery of her
veins were visible on her bosom and her thighs.
Ming on the other hand, was receiving a licking, but was totally in the dark, literally, from the blindfold.
Handcuffed behind her back and kneeling with her knees wide apart, she could not do anything but submit her
pussy to be thoroughly licked yet again. It was already her second time tonight. She had no idea who the owner
of the tongue might be, other than the fact that it was a female. She was not even sure if the girl licking her now
was the same as the girl who licked her earlier while she was immobilized on the bed.
Ming could not help it as her body stiffened with pleasure and she rolled her head from side to side, trying to
block out the delicious warm sensation that was spreading from her between her legs to the rest of her unwilling
body. She murmured involuntarily in response as the hot tongue between her legs lashed against the particular
sensitive spot of her clitoris, but the sound she made was muffled by the cloth gag between her teeth.
Ming felt a strong hand cupping her chin. The gag was slowly untied from the back of her head, but the hand
kept its pressure on her chin, keeping her mouth shut as the cloth was removed. Feeling the fingers squeezing her
cheeks, Ming submissively opened her mouth. She felt something touch her lips and a second later, felt an object
being inserted slowly into her oral cavity – judging by the shape and texture, it was a sex toy – a dildo. Ming
never had a first hand experience with dildos before. The only time she saw it was in a magazine.
Joe watched the black double dildo being coated with saliva, and exchanged lovingly between the two girls Nat
and Ming. One end was strapped securely with six inches stuffed in Natasha’s mouth, while the other end of six
inches slowly disappeared into Ming’s mouth, as she accepted more and more of it till cheeks bulged. Meanwhile,
Grace’s mouth was slowly servicing Ming’s pussy.
FUCK. Said Joe to himself, looking at the incredibly erotic scene. He swapped his camera for a handheld video
camera, and turned it on. Focusing it on the three girls Grace, Ming and Natasha, he was amused that these two
attractive ladies, Grace and Ming, being the blindfolded participants in the unfolding action, had unwittingly
become starlets of their first porn film. Blissful in their ignorance, beautiful in their naked bondage.
As Grace continued licking the pussy presented to her, she felt the owner flinching more and more frequently. In
part this was caused by Grace’s tongue flicking back and forth over Ming’s swollen clit that had been aroused for
an hour - first by Nat’s cunninglingus, and then again when Royston fucked her for ten minutes. Grace did not
know this, of course. Grace only felt the juices flowing more and more freely, coating the whole area around her
mouth and chin with the honeyed wetness. Ming’s scent of arousal was strong in the air.
The other reason for Ming’s body tensing up repeatedly was because Nakamori would also squeeze Ming’s
ample tits from behind periodically with his hands. He would grasp firmly her stiff nipples with his thumb and
finger of both hands in tandem, rolling the nipples or pulling on them, causing the girl to moan into her gag and
shrink her body back. From a side view, Joe’s video camera would capture the delicious frame of Ming‘s body
trying to evade the marauding hands, but she had no where to go. Joe would pan from Ming’s milky white globes
to Grace’s pert, upturned tits, capturing how the smaller girl was eating out the taller girl’s pussy.
By this time, Nat had removed the double dildo and put it aside. With one hand rubbing her own cunny, and the
other reaching down to Grace’s tits, the receptionist started to French-kiss Ming, deeply and passionately. Ming
was taken aback, but she could not tear herself away from the female tongue invading her mouth, surrendering
her will to the one ravishing her.
Again, Grace felt the hot and moist femininity at the receiving end of her mouth tense up, and tasted a new
wetness in her mouth. Grace responded by licking more furiously, darting her tongue faster and deeper into the
pussy hole.
The thought that Nat was close to orgasm entered Grace’s mind – that thought excited her for a second, and then
reviled her when she realized what had gone through her mind and what she had felt that second. The dirty
sinful thought that she was going to make another girl cum with her mouth ! This can’t be, she told herself – this
is wrong. Grace shuddered, and blocked the feeling of guilt from her mind, telling herself to keep licking or be
punished. While Grace’s conscious mind refused to admit it, her pussy was moist again, ignited by the lesbian
fantasies flitting around the periphery of her mind. The fact that Nat’s soft hands were roaming down Grace’s
sweat-slick body to seek her aroused and tender nipples again did not help.
Ming now felt the tension in her body and an inexplicable hunger for release grow even more intense then the
liquid fire spreading all over her body, consuming her from within. Intoxicated with pleasure, her fevered body
responded to every minute flick of the tongues and hands that ravished her body. The tongue in her slit flicking
against her erect little button of pleasure called her clit. The mouth locked on hers and invading tongue that
danced and flirted with her own. The fingers pinching her nipples hard each time she arched her back or thrust
her bosom upward.
Finally it was Grace’s licking that Ming succumbed to, causing the leggy beauty to go over the edge. Ming’s
whole body jerked and convulsed in a barrage of powerful spasms, as her pussy spent all its got, spraying liquid
ecstasy all over Grace’s mouth. The cry that she uttered when she spent herself was muffled by Natasha who kept
her mouth locked on hers in her climax.
Exactly at that moment, Grace had her blindfold removed from her eyes. The momentary brightness blinded her,
and she could not see beyond the pussy in front of her that was still quivering from orgasm. And when she could
see again, she was absolutely horrified to find that the girl she just ate was not Natasha, but her friend Ming. She
licked Ming’s pussy and made her cum !
Shaking her head in shock and disbelief, Grace could only stare at her friend who remained blindfolded.
On one bent knee, Nakamori whispered into Grace’s ear , “Should I remove your friend’s blindfold?” His index
finger was placed on his lip, indicating to Grace that she could stay silent, and respond with either a nod or a
shake of the head.
In the background, Royston was dressed in a jacket and seated on the sofa, arms akinder and resting on the back
of the sofa, with one leg propped on the other knee. He was obviously enjoying the show. Natasha was sitting on
the floor behind Ming, her body pressed against Ming’s, playing with her playmate’s long silky hair.
Still shell-shocked, Grace shook her head. Nakamori smiled broadly in response. “Ah, my lil slut is still shy,” he
whispered, loud enough for her to hear alone.
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Grace was released from her bonds by Royston, and made to kneel in front of Nakamori.
“You will pleasure me now, slave,” he said to Grace, stroking her chin. As her Master dropped his draw string
pants, Grace knew what she must do.
Ming remained kneeling and blindfolded. But instead of the high kneel where her bum did not touch her legs,
Nat guided her into a low kneel. In this position, she was allowed to relax, in essence folding her legs underneath
such that her bum was resting on the heels of her feet.
Joe said to Nakamori, “Boss, I need some relief too ! “, adjusting the bulge in his pants. Joe had a raging erection
after witnessing Grace, Natasha and Nakamori give Ming an orgasm. Getting the go-ahead from Nakamori, Joe
too unzipped himself, and stepped out of his pants. Wearing only his boxers, he rubbed his hands in glee and
stepped in front of Ming.
In the meantime, Natasha had also placed herself in a kneeling position, in front of Royston who remained
standing in front of her. Using her teeth, she unzipped Royston.
Nakamori looked down in satisfaction as Grace massaged his cock through his briefs with her small hand to get it
hard. Like she had been trained, she licked the underside of his cock through the material of his underwear,
making a slightly wet spot in the front of his briefs with her saliva, making her Master’s cock grow.
Finally, the major bulge in his underwear told her that it was time for her to take her Master into her mouth.
When Nakamori put his thumb into the elastic band of his briefs and held it out with a slight downward pull,
Grace bit on the band offered to her with her teeth. Using only her teeth, and no hands, she dragged her Master’s
briefs down to his feet.
With her head down at his feet, hanging on his underwear with her teeth as her Master stepped out of them,
Grace had the opportunity to take a sideways glance. Joe’s boxers were also at his feet, and his half erect cock was
presented in front of the blindfolded Ming. Feeling the warm meat touch her lips, Ming knew that Joe’s cock was
in front of her. Automatically she opened her mouth and started sucking.
With her Owner’s cock pointing at her face, Grace stuck out her pink tongue. Glancing to the side, she noticed
that Nat already had Royston’s cock fully in her mouth, and she was sucking on it like a pro. For a brief moment,
her glance met Royston’s piercing gaze. His eyes betrayed his lust. He was deriving much pleasure from the
blowjob Nat was giving him obviously, but he was looking at Grace !
Grace broke eye contact and returned to licking Nakamori’s almost fully erect cock, coating it with her saliva
from all angles. When she was done licking the head, the underside of the head, the shaft and the tip, she begged
for permission to take her Master in her mouth.
“Sir, may this one suck your cock please?” Grace said in a voice soft enough that Ming could not hear.
“Beg for it slut,” said Nakamori, “Louder. Make it more convincing.”
Grace looked in alarm at Ming, who was dutifully sucking Joe’s erection. At Nakamori’s signal, Joe clapped his
hands over Ming’s ears, as he fucked her mouth.
Grace begged like a dog. “Please Sir, may this one take your cock into her worthless mouth please?” she said in a
louder voice this time.
Nakamori seemed to consider for a few seconds, then he nodded.
Royston was now fucking Nat doggie-style, the receptionist on all fours on the sofa. Royston’s muscular chest
was now gleaming with perspiration.
Grace took Nakamori’s cockhead into her mouth and began her ritual of sucking, quickly making it fully erect.
After several minutes of sucking and worshipping it with her mouth, she would swallow more and more of it.
Her training with the dildo christened “Grace-Fucker” had been preparation for this. Throughout the last few
weeks, Nakamori had also been training her himself by letting Grace swallow as much of his cock as she could
without gagging, and having her photo taken from the side to see what her progress has been.
Since he had never cummed in her mouth, it didn’t count as him using her, so there was no bead to add to her
anklet, according to Royston. Grace was not worthy yet, and had yet to earn that privilege. Only once did Grace
witness Nakamori cum – Grace had serviced him orally for almost ten minutes but he had Natasha take over,
choosing to finish in Natasha’s mouth instead. Grace wondered if she would be allowed to suck him to
completion this time. Would her Master cum in her mouth today?
As Grace sucked, she glanced to the side. Royston was thrusting powerfully into Nat from behind, making the
receptionist moan with each forceful stroke. But again, his eyes were not looking at Nat, but at her ! Grace quickly
looked away.
Nakamori placed his hand on the top of Grace’s head, bringing her attention back. He made Grace hang back her
head. He started sliding his cock further in.
By hanging back her head, it would minimize touching her soft palette and her gag reflex kicking in. Still, when
he was five inches in, he could see it in Grace’s eyes. She was on the verge of choking. Being a petite girl, her
mouth wasn’t that big. Tears came to her eyes, and Nakamori pulled out a little to give her breathing space. Then
he went again – he could see Grace struggling to swallow his cock. Like she had been trained, the swallowing
reduced the gag reflex. He held it there for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling of her snug mouth and throat
constricting on his cock.
With his hand at the back of her head, he coaxed her to swallow another inch. From the side view, it was truly
amazing to see petite Grace kneeling in front of the man, with all but the last inch of his erection stuffed in her
mouth. Literally stuffed. Like her cheeks were bulging and you could see her trying to accommodate the giant
snake in her airways. Not succeeding, Grace started to choke and gag again. Looking at her owner, she blinked
away the tears in her eyes, while webby strands of her saliva drooled from the corner of her lips all over the floor.
Nakamori encouraged his slut to persist. The look of her teary, with tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried
to control her own gag reflex and swallow his cock, was priceless. It was what his clientele of his video club
would pay to see.
“Very good, my dear grace_slut. Play with your pussy as you swallow your Master’s cock,” he commanded,
fondling the hair at the back of her head as she tried yet again to open her mouth wide, pressing her nose toward
his abdomen. Grace complied with his instruction, and found her left hand rubbing her moist slit between herlegs, releasing little iota of pleasure that rippled through her body.
Every few seconds, the Japanese man would push it all the way in, burying Grace’s face in his pubic hair, feeling
her lips at the base of his penis, and her nose touching his abdomen, his swinging balls knocking against her chin.
He would feel Grace’s throat starting to constrict from her gag reflex kicking in, squeezing his cockshaft. Looking
down she would see her pleading eyes tearing. He would pull away just before she actually vomited. A few times
she came close, resulting in a big mess of saliva on her chin, thighs and on the floor.
At this point, Royston stood up, with Nat’s legs wrapped around his waist, and her arms around his broad
shoulders and neck. His skin was also gleaming with perspiration. “Let’s go to the next room, Nat,” he said aloud,
carrying the receptionist out of the studio.
Meanwhile, Ming had been sucking earnestly on Joe’s cock, bobbing her head in and out with Joe’s coaxing. “Yes,
suck deep baby,” said Joe. Getting increasingly excited, Joe took over and started humping her mouth forcefully,
using her mouth as a fuckhole, and speeding up the rhythm.
“Oooh, you nasty whore princess.. you’re going to make old Joe cum soon,” he declared, fucking Ming’s throat
with wild abandon. Ming was gasping, trying to breathe, trying to resist the strong hands holding her head in
place as her mouth was used relentlessly. Her hands struggled uselessly.
“Ohhhh yesssss…. I’m cumming you long-legged fucking tease, I’m going to blow my spunk in your hot sexy
mouth.. ohh YESSS… OHH OHHH OHHH !!” Joe’s body lurched as he spent his load into Ming’s waiting mouth,
his eyes taking in every inch of the tall leggy beauty’s naked body kneeling at his feet. As he came to, he knew
that every drop of his spermload was in the blindfolded girl’s mouth – she dared not swallow nor spit for she had
not received any instruction on either.
“Lovely,” said Joe, “you look so good with semen overflowing from your mouth, Ming. Why don’t you open
your mouth and show us.”
The girl submissively opened her mouth, displaying the mix of Joe’s ejaculate and her saliva swimming in her
mouth. A load of the pearly white semen escaped from the side of her lips when she did.
Joe’s hand was on the knot of the blindfold at the back of her head, as if he was going to rip off her blindfold. He
was grinning, looking at Grace and Nakamori.
Grace shook her head in panic, even as her Owner’s cock continued sliding in and out through her lips. If Joe
were to undo Ming’s blindfold, Ming would see Grace on her knees, sucking Nakamori’s cock !
Nakamori looked down, and said in a voice that was loud enough for Ming and Joe to hear, “Don’t you want to
see the eyes of the lovely lady that Joe just rewarded with his cum?”
He withdrew his erect cock from Grace’s mouth, looking down at her piteous eyes. He bent down on one knee, so
that he could hear the weak response that came from Grace’s mouth. “No, Sir.. please, I – this one begs you… she
doesn’t know..“
Nakamori looked deep into Grace’s eyes, staying silent for a few seconds.
“Very well then, I will have Joe move her into a different room. But I have a condition,” said Nakamori.
Grace nodded slowly, a confused expression on her face.
Nakamori spoke into her ear. Grace froze for a few seconds, then finally nodded in abject submission. Nakamori
gave Joe a signal. Joe acknowledged it with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Looks like we will spend some more quality time together princess,” Joe told Ming, untying the girl and pulling
her to her feet,. “Old Joe is going to fuck you well and good,” he said into Ming’s ear, snapping on a collar and a
leash to her neck, before ushering her blindfolded out of the studio.
“Now that we’re finally alone slut, get onto my cock and fulfill your end of our bargain,” Nakamori told Grace, as
he sat down leisurely on the sofa.
“Yes Sir,” Grace replied submissively, her eyes downcast on the floor.
Grace moved slowly, lifting her leg over Nakamori, and guided his dick into her pussy. Nakamori grabbed her
hips as her cunt swallowed him in.
“Look at me my pet and slave,” commanded Nakamori.
Grace lifted her gaze from the floor and made eye contact with the man. She looked into the eyes of the man who
owned her, whose manhood she had licked and sucked to a full erection, whose full erection she had mounted.
Unaware that there were four hidden video cameras capturing the action in the room from four different angles,
Grace started fucking herself on Nakamori’s thick cockshaft. She humped herself on his hard erection, consuming
it with her wet cunt, enveloping his manhood like a velvet glove.
The guilt of betraying her boyfriend tore her apart as the young executive rode the tanned Japanese fashion
designer’s thick pole. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, her fair skin glowing gorgeously in the cool
lights of the studio in contrast with the darker skin of the man. This was the bargain she made with him, for not
revealing her identity to Ming earlier.
Nakamori grunted with pleasure, feeling how tight Grace’s cunt was. “That’s it, in all the way pet, and squeeze
that pussy tight on me.” The Japanese man ran his hand over her narrow waist as she lifted herself up on his cock,
then bore down, sinking herself full-hilt around his manhood. The pain showed on her furrowed brows, but she
kept quiet.
Grace leaned back and rested her hands on his knees. She started gyrating her hips, working her Owner’s cock in
her pussy, fucking herself. Her hair was disheveled, falling beautifully over her face, bouncing on her head.
Nakamori pinched his lovely pet’s nipples between his fingers. Grace’s belly moved forward and back in a
rocking motion, humping him faster. Her reticent eyes made contact again with the man who had enslaved her,
unaware that four hidden video cameras were capturing her actions on film.
It wasn’t so much anger in her eyes as dismay, Nakamori thought. There was part of her that wanted, and needed
to cum, even though he had forced her into this. He would enjoy the video footage of this later again, and he
knew that Mr Shih and Mr Ko would pay him handsomely for the video.
Shih and Ko had paid more for this. It would have been a simple affair to rape her, but to make Grace fuck herself
willingly on Nakamori was worth a lot more. They had betted that Nakamori would not be able to pull it off, but
here it was - Grace bucking her hips hard, riding him like a horse.
Nakamori’s condition to Grace earlier, in return for not letting Ming know that it was Grace that just ate her out,
was that she had to make him cum.
Grace rode on, thrusting herself harder on her Owner’s cock, praying she was able to make him orgasm before
she herself came.
He spoke, as if he had read her thoughts. “Yes slave, you may cum as many times as you like. This is the privilege
that I grant you today,” he told her . “Fuck yourself on your Owner. Give yourself to Me,” he said. She looked at
his face momentarily, then looked away again in fevered shame, for recalling the memory of a more innocent
time pained her. Her hips were bucking in the air, her ass bouncing up further from the sofa each time. Her head
was thrown back with her eyes closed, and suddenly her mouth was agape.
Nakamori felt a tremor pass through Grace’s belly. Her inner thighs trembled and she thrust her pelvis forward,
subconsciously looking for the base of her Master’s cockshaft to rub against her painfully swollen clit.
“Oh God!” she cried out, thrusting her nipples skyward to reach that unreachable heaven, then suddenly realized
with girlish embarrassment that she had unwittingly verbalized what was in her head. Too late. She had raised
herself halfway up on Nakamori’s sturdy root, pushing down on the sofa with her knees, supporting her weight
against Nakamori’s waist with her inner thighs. In this position, her body shook like a young sapling in a storm,
her pelvic muscles convulsing in sweet orgasm. The milking action of her contracting pussy squeezed the man’s
manhood powerfully, almost making him reach his own climax if he didn’t have better self control.
Grace’s slender legs were still twitching as she lowered herself back onto him and the sofa. Her pussy throbbed.
Nakamori saw her coming down off her climax, but the lust was still there, under the flushed skin of her face.
She opened her eyes and looked at Nakamori through her disheveled hair. Remembering what she was doing,
her cheeks flushed hot. The rush of adrenaline, shame, regret and sexual arousal gave the fair, but already flushed
light pink skin of her neck and bosom a deeper shade of crimson. He hadn’t cum yet, but she had !
She started the rhythm again, riding her Master’s cock, humping herself against his thick, stiff cockshaft, driving
it deep into her needy, hungry cunt. She was juicing like an over-ripe apricot, her pussy scent was in the air.
“That’s it slave,” he growled. With a lingering caress of the silver belly-button stud that he gave her, his fingertips
moved up from Grace’s navel, sliding up her ribcage and following the lower curve of her breasts, tracing a line
to her sternum.
Nakamori took hold of her nipples and tugged on them hard, making the petite girl collapse forward on his chest.
Locking his strong arms around her, crushing her breasts against his chest, he fucked her back, driving his hips
up, thrusting forcefully into her.
With her arms trapped against her sides, Grace’s wrist brushed against the chain of blue beads encircling her
ankle, evoking a semi-conscious haze of recollections to her mind – raw, dirty, vulgar images of her being used as
a fucktoy by men, a cum-hole. Ten blue beads, each bead she earned a reminder of how she was used on each
occasion.
“Who’s my slut?” her tanned Owner asked, his chin stubble causing friction burns on Grace’s smooth shoulder as
he continued ravishing her.
“Grace is your slut, Sir,” she gasped, her response coinciding with a deep thrust from him. His massive cockhead
reached so far within her soft insides, Grace felt it ignite a new fiery sensation in her cervix. Rubbing the itch
would feel so good, an itch she could not reach on her own.
“What kind of slut?” he asked.
“Bitch slut.. fuck slut..” she said, the words slipping easily out of her mouth. The words she thought would please
him. These were the names that Royston had called her, the names that she was being trained by him to answer to.
“grace is your worthless slut..” she blurted.
“What do you want me to do slutgirl?” he said, slowing down his forceful thrust.
“Please fuck your slutgirl, Master ..” she pleaded in a husky voice. She could mask her urgency no longer.
The fire deep inside of her was now a mix of throbbing pain and an inimitable buildup of forbidden pleasure.
Grace let out a low, pleasure-filled whine as he thrust his cock up and deep into her several more times in rapid
succession. Oh god - she was going to cum again !
With an involuntary moan, she let him impale her fully, subconsciously driving her pelvis forward to meet his
thrusting hips, while her small hands gripped his well-toned buttocks. To reach the place she couldn’t reach by
herself, far inside her. She was close.. she was close, she was CLOSE ! - Grace’s body quivered as an initial orgasm
coursed through her. Naively, she hoped he wouldn’t notice by holding her breath, thinking that by doing so she
would also hold her tongue.
With a supreme effort, Grace managed to stay quiet, but her body would not be so easily tamed. Her young body
would not be so easily cheated of an outlet to release all that pent-up sexual energy. The rest of the orgasm came
crashing, like a wildfire that had only been temporarily diverted, but returned to consume the virgin territory that
had been denied too long. The raging pleasure spread to every muscle, hair and nerve on her body, and to the
ends of her toes. But she kept quiet, trying to hold her body rigid, almost blacking out, barely aware that her
spasming vaginal walls was squeezing and milking his rock-hard cockshaft unashamedly.
He was also close to his release. She felt his cockhead swell inside of her when he paused at the apex of his thrust.
The shaft rippled, as if he was going to explode in her anytime.
He pushed away the hair from her eyes. He pumped his hips forcefully into her one more time, his hands
gripping her hips. Then he pulled his dick free from her incredibly tight pussy, half lifting her with the sheer
strength of his arms.
“Take your reward, slave,” he cried, the veins on his forehead and neck standing out.
Recollecting her lesson from Natasha, Grace dismounted from her Master, and knelt between his legs as he began
to spurt streams of hot cum into her mouth. Like she had been taught, she took his cum into her mouth, waiting
for him to finish, before licking the remnants off her fingers and licking his cock clean.
Absent mindedly, she reflected that his cum was viscous and sticky, unlike Steve’s which was runny.
“That’s my good whore,” he said tenderly, stroking her hair, “You have had two good orgasms haven’t you?”
She looked down at the floor, ashamed at what she had done. Nodding in response, she was stricken with guilt
that she had voluntarily fucked another man other than her boyfriend, and even more so, orgasmed twice for it.
Yes she was definitely a whore – she had even compared Nakamori’s cum to the bellboy Steve, and not to her
boyfriend Mark. She could hardly remember what her boyfriend’s semen was like!
“Show your Master,” he said. Grace raised her chin, and opened her mouth wide, showing the white sticky
strands of his jism mixed with her saliva, swirling around inside.
Nakamori nodded in satisfaction, meaning she can proceed. His slave had been trained well by Royston on ‘the
presentment’ – displaying her Master’s cum with pride.
Grace closed her mouth, and swallowed, feeling her Master’s cum slide down her gullet into her stomach. Like
she had been trained, she opened her mouth again to show that it was empty and that she had enjoyed his gift.
She pleased him.
“Thank you Master,” she said. For his cum, and for the orgasms she was allowed to have. Like she had been
trained. Only this time, perhaps the gratitude was truly heartfelt?
Her eyes were soft, and her body spent. Although Grace’s secret was yet unknown to Ming, as he promised her,
Nakamori imagined a scene in the future where Grace would be taught to share his semen with Ming. A not-too-
distant future where Grace would ardently cum-swap with other slaves without so much as a snap of his fingers.
Where she would readily service another gentleman orally, in front of him, if he so commanded. Where she
would be busy on her knees giving two or three men blowjobs and handjobs, while he simply watched on, or
fucked her from behind. Grace the professional cocksucking slave. She would make him loads of money. And
that would only be the beginning.
CHAPTER 24 (MMF,reluc,bondage,exhib,oral,anal,mast,toy,humiliation)
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I wear tight clothing, high heel shoes
It doesn't mean that I'm a prostitute..
Free your mind and the rest will follow
Be color blind, don`t be so shallow...
**
That was the song playing in the guy’s ear-phone. Sporting a crew-cut, wearing a Levi’s t-shirt
and jeans, with his i-Pod in one hand, the guy looked curiously like the one who worked at the
diner near Grace’s office. He was just standing next to Grace, and his music is turned up so loud
that she could hear the song he was listening to.
It was just two weeks after the bondage photography shoot, but it felt like two months. Grace’s
Owner, Nakamori, has been away in Japan since her photo shoot, and so she had it easy. Royston
told her so.
Grace shifted uneasily as the public bus started to pack with rush hour commuters. She was
wearing a racy red bra under her thin, fitted white blouse, a platinum lycra skirt that was
exposed three quarters of the length of her thighs, see-through black stockings and garters, and a
pair of extremely high-heeled stilettos. On her ears and wrists, loud earrings and bangles, while
the usual anklet of blue beads adorned her ankle. Her assemble of clothes and makeup screamed
slut. And the toys in her pussy made her strut like one.
They didn’t call them Burmese bells for nothing. Also known as benwa balls, but with an inner
core that floated independently within its smooth metallic exterior, and jangled with every
movement, these ancient sex toys massaged Grace’s vaginal walls with every step she took, when
she sat down or stood up, or tensed her pelvic region. She could feel the Burmese bells tumbling
in her when she walked in her high heels, causing tingling sensations of pleasure inside of her.
And yes, they made her walk like a provocative slut.
No wait, she was already walking like a provocative slut without the Burmese bells rolling and
jangling in her cunt - the extremely tall heels made sure of that. With the bells colliding and
rubbing against each other as she moved, she practically had the words “Fuck me, PLEASE”
written on her face – her eyes semi vacant as she tried to focus on the simple task of walking
without having an orgasm, her lips parted subconsciously as she reminded herself not to drip her
juices on the floor.
The lurching start and stop motion of the bus did not help either. Grace cursed as the driver
jammed his brake and accelerated again for the zillionth time that morning, driving like he was
on crack. Each lurch of the bus, each sudden brake, each rude passenger pushing past her, or
pressing against her behind as another tried to alight from the crowded bus gave her petite body
exquisite sensations. Grace closed her eyes, as she felt her nipples hardening.
Standing in the bus, Grace tried to not focus on the sensations her body was feeling. Her nipples
have been mostly erect most of the time now. Not quite as hard as they become when she was
fully aroused, but nevertheless distinctly standing up. She noticed it in the bathroom mirror last
week when she disrobed from her office clothes to take a shower. Her breasts felt more tender,
her areola looked bigger and her nipples more elongated. Was it her imagination? Grace’s eyelids
flipped open and she tried to not think about the memories sipping up to the surface, but the
more she tried to push it out of her mind, the more they came back… when she closed her eyes
now, she could recall exactly how it felt – how her breasts were ravished when she was
blindfolded on the rack during the photography shoot.
The fact that Royston now had the hotel bellboy deliver open-tip bras for her office wardrobe on
Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays did not help. As Grace attended office meetings or walked
about in the office, her exposed nipples would rub against the front inside of her blouse, making
them stay in a heightened state of erection the whole day. Some days the blouse was made of soft
silk. Some days, the material of the blouse was coarse. Other days the blouse was slightly sheer;
that day was also when the bellboy came on her tits and rubbed his ejaculate over her swollen
nipples standing proudly from their bra-cups. That explained the damp spot on her slightly sheer
blouse when she took the bus to go to work. By the time she reached the office, her nipples were
stuck to the front of her blouse, caked with some teenage boy’s cum.
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Rule #3 – grace is to keep her legs uncrossed at all times.
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She recited rule #3 in her head. Since Royston could not monitor this all the time, punishment
would be severe if he witnessed even one infraction. And he convinced her that he had his ways
of knowing.
Grace did not think that observing rule #3 was as hard as it sounded. She realized that in many
situations, like if she was wearing a short skirt and had to sit on a low stool or high chair, she
would automatically cross her legs. This was automatic behaviour through years of modesty
conditioning and part of the lady’s etiquette she had been taught in her upbringing. Now each
time she attends an office meeting (with or without Royston), she cannot count the number of
pair of eyes on her whenever she is sitting down. All the men’s eyes would dart to the same place
in the room, at the very moment she sat down or got up, waiting to catch the small window of
opportunity when her thighs were not closed. Given the short skirts she was disposed to wear
now, she got many dirty looks from the women in the office.
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Rule #4 – grace is to take only mass public transportation
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The exceptions are when she is with her trainer (Royston), owner (Nakamori) or unless there was
someone who would be willing to pay for her ride. That meant no taxi cabs. Only the public bus
or subway.
Grace chose to take the bus to and from work everyday. Besides the occasional stray hands she
had to fend off, it seemed safer than the subway. It seemed bearable until yesterday when she
had to urgently alight from the bus and wait for the next. She had noticed a couple of passengers
at the back of the bus pointing to her. “It’s her isn’t it?” Grace lowered her face. Despite her
sunshades that she wore, they might have recognized her. “Yes, its that woman. She had a
freaking orgasm on the bus!”
Her face burning with shame, Grace quickly alighted from the bus, her hands tugging her short
skirt (which had ridden up her thighs) down. The Burmese bells chimed in her slick, moist cunt
as she hurriedly stepped off the bus onto the sidewalk on her clumsy heels. All eyes in the bus,
and at the bus stop were on this woman. She walked like a provocative slut auditioning for
Playboy’s cover girl.
This was how she would walk the whole week ahead.
**
LAST FRIDAY, 8.20pm
“Suck me off like you did the other day,” the bellboy said loudly.
Grace hesitated, her brow furrowed with nervous energy as she studied Steve’s face. They
weren’t in the privacy of her hotel suite after all. For bringing her the clothes Royston dictates she
wears to the office each morning, Steve would demand a tip. She could have tipped him money,
but he refused, since she didn’t the first time. He had other ideas for his tip, and Royston seemed
to think it was fair. Usually it would be a handjob, but sometimes a blowjob was called for on
occasions where there were two sets of clothes to choose from, and Grace was dependent on
Steve’s choice of her attire for the day.
When it was a handjob, Steve loved it best watching the look of disgust on her face when he
would start to cum, and Grace had to pump his cock faster and harder to ensure he achieved a
fully satisfying ejaculation. Yes, he would ejaculate in her small hand, and her fingers would be
all sticky with his fresh load of white semen, some spilling over to the back of her hand, or
dribbling down to her wrist. He would let her wipe her hand on the inside of the panties she was
wearing for the day, or the inside of her bra cups.
When it was a blowjob, Steve loved watching Grace positioning her mouth over a small glass jar,
and letting his cum, mixed with her saliva, drool down into the container. She would bring this
jar to work, her supply for the day so that she was even qualified to ask for permission to orgasm
from Royston.
Grace had just arrived at the hotel in the evening, after her work day. The young bellboy had
intercepted her in the lobby on her way up to her room. He told her he had something to show
her, and led her to the luggage storage room, closing the door behind them.
The room had several aisles of racks which were as long as the width of the room and taller than
them, stacked with suitcases belonging to regular hotel guests. There was a dim light bulb on the
far end which was on, and one nearer them, but Steve did not bother to switch it on. He led Grace
down to the middle of an aisle, with trolley bags parked on the racks on either side of them.
“Suck me off like you did the other day,” Steve said loudly. He reached out with his right hand
and pinched Grace’s earlobe gently between his thumb and index finger. “Lovely earrings,” he
whispered with a boyish grin.
Grace was too surprised to react for a moment. Then it came back to her. Royston had once told
her that if anybody touched her earlobe while she was wearing her hoop earrings, she would
have to sink to her knees without so much as uttering a single word, and proceed to service the
man or woman orally. Failure to do so would result in severe punishment. The act of touching
her earlobe was like a code. Grace’s public key, as Royston would put it.
Royston must have told Steve about her public key. She shut her eyes momentarily as a sinking
feeling hit her in the pit of her stomach. It was her punishment for not telling Steve what the
beads on her anklet meant, when he had asked her that question weeks ago. Royston had told her
that if anybody asked her about the meaning of the anklet, she would have to tell them the truth.
She didn’t tell Steve and he must have asked Royston about it and he found out.
Grace felt nauseous. Slowly she sank to her knees, on the uncarpeted floor in the cold and dimly-
lit luggage room. Grace undid Steve’s belt. Steve had a pleased look on his face.
When Grace unzipped his pants, she could already feel the tent in his boxers. Pulling down his
boxers, Grace mechanically took his three-quarters erect cock into her mouth, and proceeded to
service him orally, sucking on his cockhead.
Steve was obviously excited, perhaps more than usual due to the more daring location where he
was having a blowjob. Unlike in Grace’s hotel suite, the luggage storage room door had no lock,
and any hotel staff could access it. He was also excited by his apparent power over this attractive
lady. Usually she might refuse him outright or try to negotiate, but she was completely
subservient this time. He let his rock-hard shaft explore the limits of Grace’s cock-stuffed mouth,
excited to see the petite, sexily-dressed office executive struggle at his feet.
“Oh yes,” uttered Steve in a low growl of pleasure, rolling his eyes, “I can feel the insides of your
cheeks massaging my cockshaft, Grace. You suck cock so good, Grace. “
“Grace, you’re such a talented cock-sucker, oh – my - god..”
It did not take long for Steve to achieve orgasm under the circumstances. His cockhead swelled
inside Grace’s tight oral cavity with his pre-imminent climax. With a loud groan, Steve’s body
started to jerk. His hands were grasping Grace’s head tightly, her nose touching his belly and his
ball-sac slapping against her chin, as he poured a steaming load into her foxy little mouth, and
down her spasming throat.
Before he had even completely come down from his orgasm, Grace heard a rustling noise behind
her. Quickly dislodging Steve’s cock from her mouth, whereupon some of the cum flowed out of
her lips to her chin, Grace heard the sounds of laughter, to her horror.
“Jesus, Steve ! You were so totally not lying!” said another bellboy who burst out of another aisle
deeper inside the luggage room, an incredulous look on his face. He had been hiding behind the
racks of suitcases, watching them from the space between the suitcases.
“Shit.. she really gave you a blowjob when you told her to!” Yet another bellboy appeared beside
the first, grinning widely. He was younger than the other spying bellboy, and sported a nose-
stud. He did not bother to hide the fact that he was staring hard at Grace’s body, as he adjusted
his hard-on in his pants. Grace was still on the floor, her face lowered, apparently preoccupied
with wiping the cum on her chin off.
“Fuck, now you believe me? She’s worth every dollar too,” Steve said smugly, zipping himself
up.
Gathering herself up, Grace’s face burned with shame as she dashed out of the luggage room.
The bellboy with the nosestud said, “Hell, it’s fucking cheap. Babe, will you blow me too?”
“Hey wait, you forgot this!” said Steve, waving a twenty dollar bill at Grace. Her neck flushed a
crimson red as the laughter of the three bellboys rang in her ears. Royston has made her into a
whore.
**
MONDAY, 8.42am
Royston was sitting in his leather chair in his office, viewing on his monitor screen the video clips
that Joe had emailed him. Joe had extracted some highlights from the hidden video cameras
installed in the studio during the shoot, and sent it to both Nakamori and Royston.
There was a short video-clip of Grace standing on a puddle of her office clothes, her pee dribbling
down between her legs, her face showing the deep humiliation that she was going through. She
looked like she was on the verge of crying. Then there was another clip of her naked with her
wrists and ankles restrained to the St. Andrew’s cross, or “X frame”. Her body writhed on the X-
frame, as a massive black dildo on a stand impaled up her pussy vibrated in spurts.
Royston squinted closely at the screen and smiled. The motion was small it was almost
imperceptible from afar, but once you zoomed in, you could make it out, thanks to the high
definition quality of the film. In the video clip, Grace’s eyes were closed, and her skin was slick
and glowing with her perspiration, a look of frustration on her face. Zooming to her lower body,
one could make out her hips and bum jerking up and down, fucking herself on the dildo, trying
to make herself cum. Couple that with the look on her face when Royston and Joe walked in on
her – the shock of being discovered and the resulting humiliated look on her face – it was a
priceless scene.
If there was anything Royston wanted more than anything else than owning Grace and making
her submit completely to him, it was her humiliation. Breaking her from the proud, confident
career woman that she once was, into an cum-craving slave who existed only to be used by men
was not enough – he relishes the look in her eyes when she loses control over her own body and
mind, and realizes it. When she is being degraded, and treated like a dirty slut and yet her body
betrays her, the light of self-respect in her eyes being extinguished was what he loved to see.
Grace being destroyed. Reduced to a fucking whore.
And the pills she was being fed regularly would help him to achieve this. The bellboy was
responsible to see her take the pill when he delivered the clothes for her wardrobe in the
mornings. He knew that Grace would ask the bellboy what is was for. The bellboy was told to tell
her, “It’s what whores take to avoid getting pregnant from all the cum they get in their pussy.”
Yes it was a contraceptive. She had taken it the morning of the last bondage photography shoot,
where she had fucked herself on her Owner’s cock.
The pill was full of the female hormone, progesterone and other hormones that would make
Grace’s menstrual cycle stop. It simulated pregnancy, so the ovulation would stop, and she
wouldn’t get pregnant from the clients whom she would be servicing. As a side effect, the
progesterone would also make her skin beautiful and her hair shiny – appealing traits for a
whore aiming to please men. The hormones would also make her breasts swell in the coming
months, probably by one cup size larger, as the body is fooled into thinking it needs to ready its
mammaries for feeding a baby in the near future. The areola would also grow in size, and the
nipples become distended.
This would explain why Grace’s breasts were feeling tender, and why her nipples were erect
most of the time now. The downside of this pill was that in some cases, the areola would darken
from pink to brown. As such, some Masters in Nakamori’s network choose not to put their slaves
on the pill, if they prefer them to keep a virginal look (pink nipples) rather than the mature look
(brown nipples). These slaves not put on the pill are called oral slaves. They have a steady
appetite of semen from men who use their mouths, but don’t need the pill because their pussies
are never used in these sessions, except by their owner.
One alternative that Nakamori and Royston discussed for Grace was for her to become an oral
slave. But in the end they decided Grace could be a lot more – her ass and pussy were worth a lot,
and would be put to good use. It seemed like a waste otherwise to keep her as an oral slave.
Yes, it was a contraceptive, but the pill was also more than that. One of the ingredients was a
slow-acting aphrodisiac, a version of what the Japanese black market called Yellow Star which
was much faster acting. It made it easy for the blood vessels in the nether regions to dilate, in the
right circumstances. It can’t make a woman think of sex or make her aroused on its own. But it
made it easier for her to climax under the right stimuli.
Many women who take the pill report their nipples hard, and their pussies feeling damp the
whole day; even secreting copious amounts of lubrication by just being touched behind their
neck, knees or other erogenous zones on their body. Being an excitant, the same ingredient also
counter-acted the sleepiness that most women would feel with increased progesterone. The
effects of alcohol sometimes affected the balance between the two effects.
The effects of the pill would make Grace more pliable in his shaping of her new identity, thought
Royston, perhaps deepen her humiliation in the right situations when she can’t stop lubricating
or having multiple orgasms.
Furthemore, the hormone oxytocin, associated with orgasms, is naturally released into the blood
in lactating women when their nipples are stimulated by suckling. Some mothers actually
experience orgasm while breastfeeding. With Grace lactating (unknown to herself at this stage), it
would be fun to make her ask her male colleagues to suckle on her nipples, and then watch her
involuntarily orgasm from it.
Royston smiled, as he copied the video clips he received from Joe into a folder on his portable
memory-stick. The photographs of her swimsuit, lingerie and bondage shoots, and the video
clips that he had been compiling would go into grace’s dossier in the Network, for potential
clients to peruse. “Grace Anatomy” was the name he gave to her dossier. As a crowning touch, he
would have grace_slut provide a voiceover for some of the files.
“grace_slut’s pussy” would be the name of a file that a client might click on. It would show close-
ups of her privates taken from last month’s shoot where her pussy lips had been spread open.
And it would have a voiceover from grace_slut herself, saying, “hi, my name is grace. You can
call me grace_slut. This is what my worthless cunt looks like, up-close. My cunt welcomes a
detailed probing by your fingers or your personal slave’s tongue, if you wish to inspect
grace_slut. By appointment through my Owner only.”
Royston can imagine Grace’s exquisite humiliation in saying those words, and having it recorded
or her voiceover.
**
MONDAY, 8.49am
Grace walked into the office main foyer. The receptionist said, “Good morning”, like she would
to any other office employee, but the crink in her smile and how her eyes looked up and down
Grace said it all. It was as if she had said it aloud, “So that’s what the office slut is wearing
today.”
Grace replied good morning of course. She wouldn’t want any complaints going to Royston.
Somehow word had gotten around that she was reporting to Royston, even though they were
technically from different departments. And the same word on the grapevine also said that he
kept her on a tight leash. Her comeuppance for some mistake she made while working on an
important deal for Mr Shih. Grace shuddered, wondering if the office rumor mongers knew she
had literally been leashed and collared indoors as well as outdoors on one of her photography
shoots.
She had been paid ten thousand dollars for the last shoot. She hoped that Nakamori and Royston
would keep their word and let her go once she has earned back her debt to them.
“Mr Shih wants you waiting in his office at 10am this morning. He told me to hand you this,”
said the receptionist, her face unemotional, a sealed white envelope in her hand. Grace accepted
the envelope with thanks, and kept it in her bag, meaning to open it later in the privacy of her
own cubicle.
In the corner of the reception area as she entered, was the office janitor, watering a number of
potted plants. He was a decrepit and bent old man named Chang. Grace could remember vividly
just last week how the old man’s face lit up when she appeared in his quarters and lifted her skirt
to show him her pantiless crotch and thigh-highs. It was the second blowjob she gave the janitor
under Royston’s instruction, but it did not diminish her humiliation. How his whole body
lurched and listed from side to side like a sinking ship, while she sucked him off ! Until he finally
ejaculated a stinky load into her mouth. He patted her backside when she was done cleaning him
up, and paid her twenty dollars, the same amount she was paid the last time. Twenty bucks was
a lot of money for Chang’s janitor salary, but a paltry amount compared to the salary Grace used
to draw as an executive of the company. The fact that she gave a blowjob to an old man to earn a
lousy twenty bucks showed how cheap she had become.
Grace avoided eye-contact with the janitor, and walked to the main office staircase.
“Looking sexy, as usual, Grace?” said Ryan, flashing her a wide smile, not hiding how he was
scoping out her short skirt. “Meeting at eleven with Mr Shih. He asked that you attend.”
“Thanks Ryan,” muttered Grace in surprise.
“Hi, Grace…” said a thin gaunt man who appeared out of nowhere, a foolish grin on his face. It
was Tony, the stuttering mail clerk, dragging a mail bag behind him. At least he didn’t call her
“Miss Grace” anymore. For good reason. Tony used “Miss” as a polite form of address to female
office executives, no matter that he tended to append first names instead of last names to that
salutation. Since that day last week, he has felt closer to the previously untouchable office hottie
he called Miss Grace.
On that day last week, the bra and panties that Grace wore were completely sheer – her areola
and pubic hair was easily visible through the material. That morning, Royston had instructed her
to go to the mailroom to help Tony sort the mail. Cunning Tony had spread out the mail on a low
sorting table, and sat on a stool opposite where Grace was sitting. Through the security camera,
Royston could see that Grace had crossed her legs while sorting the mail, which was clearly
contravening rule #3. Royston promptly called Grace and told her to stop crossing her legs. In
addition, she cannot refuse any of Tony’s demands or Tony might find a sample of the newest
pictures from her bondage photo-shoot in his mailbox.
Throughout that day, Tony grew bolder and bolder, ‘accidentally’ bumping against Grace’s body,
usually pushing against her ass with the front of his jeans, as she worked in the narrow space
with him to slot the mail into the right pigeon holes. Grace could not protest as there was a
constant flow of people from the office that morning collecting their mail from their pigeon-holes.
By the time the guys from sales were collecting their mail, Tony’s hand would mostly be on her
ass or waist. She endured her groping silently, though she could hear the voices of her co-
workers loud and clear – they were standing only a few steps away, but on the other side of the
mailboxes. She did not want to draw attention to herself and start another office rumor as to why
she, an assistant vice president, was slotting mail in the back of the mailroom with Tony.
When Grace finally reported to Royston’s office that evening, she had a fresh load of semen in
her mouth. “Pray tell, Grace, who’s cum do you have in your mouth?” He laughed cruelly when
she told him. Tony rubbed his erection against her in the mailroom, until he was almost creaming
in his pants. When Grace did not protest or runaway, he had produced his cock and masturbated
in front of her. Still, it was the man-cum she needed in her mouth to ask for permission to orgasm
that day.
Remembering how Tony tasted like, she lowered her eyes to the floor, and replied, “Hi Tony,”
before she quickly ascended the staircase, her heels clicking loudly on the polished floor. “Will y-
y-you – hhelp me – me in the ma-mail today?” he shouted up the staircase.
She might be an Assistant Vice President wearing an Armani suit during office hours - reduced to
taking minutes and admin support, but nevertheless an executive – but after hours, she was
being used by the janitor and mailman like a cheap whore. But this is how Royston drilled the
rules into her.
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Rule #1 – grace’s mouth is public property. Her pussy and ass are private property
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No one is to use her pussy or ass without permission from her Owner or Trainer. But anybody
could use her mouth. Anybody could ask her to suck them, and she would have to do it. No
questions asked. No refusals tolerated. By extension of that rule, if anybody touched her earlobe
while she was wearing her hoop earrings, she would have to drop to her knees and open her
mouth, no matter where she was and who touched her earlobes.
Chang, Royston, Tony, Mr Shih, and George. She’s tasted the semen of quite a few men in the
office already. Not to mention Steve the bellboy from the hotel she is staying at, and three
strangers she sucked off. Grace’s face felt hot as she climbed the broad staircase, taking care not
to flash her panties at her co-workers walking across the foyer below. And there was that semen
she tasted during the photography shoot itself when she asked permission to orgasm while being
blindfolded and tied to the track – who did that belong to? Was it someone else from the office?
Grace’s face turned red, disgusted at her own thoughts running through her mind.
Sitting down at her desk, she turned on her computer and started her email program. The first
mail she saw was from Mark, her boyfriend who was currently overseas. “Hey grace, missed you
babe. What have you been up to? Company working you hard?? Can’t reach you by phone
anymore! Call me back ok? Love, Mark.”
Grace shut her eyes, swallowing the bitter feeling in her throat. She couldn’t bear the thought of
what she was doing, what her boyfriend would do if he found out. How many men’s semen she
had tasted over the last few months. She stared at the anklet of blue beads on her ankle, each of
the twelve beads a testament to the number of men who used her, and felt an uncontrollable urge
to cry.
She opened the envelope from Mr Shih, the one that the receptionist had handed her. Looking at
the piece of paper inside, her throat felt dry. She opened her desk drawer. Inside was a pair of
metal handcuffs, and a black strip of cloth.
GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS
by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006,2007,2008. Email comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com.
CHAPTER 24 (MMF,reluc,bondage,exhib,oral,anal,mast,toy,humiliation)
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I wear tight clothing, high heel shoes
It doesn't mean that I'm a prostitute..
Free your mind and the rest will follow
Be color blind, don`t be so shallow...
**
That was the song playing in the guy’s ear-phone. Sporting a crew-cut, wearing a Levi’s t-shirt
and jeans, with his i-Pod in one hand, the guy looked curiously like the one who worked at the
diner near Grace’s office. He was just standing next to Grace, and his music is turned up so loud
that she could hear the song he was listening to.
It was just two weeks after the bondage photography shoot, but it felt like two months. Grace’s
Owner, Nakamori, has been away in Japan since her photo shoot, and so she had it easy. Royston
told her so.
Grace shifted uneasily as the public bus started to pack with rush hour commuters. She was
wearing a racy red bra under her thin, fitted white blouse, a platinum lycra skirt that was
exposed three quarters of the length of her thighs, see-through black stockings and garters, and a
pair of extremely high-heeled stilettos. On her ears and wrists, loud earrings and bangles, while
the usual anklet of blue beads adorned her ankle. Her assemble of clothes and makeup screamed
slut. And the toys in her pussy made her strut like one.
They didn’t call them Burmese bells for nothing. Also known as benwa balls, but with an inner
core that floated independently within its smooth metallic exterior, and jangled with every
movement, these ancient sex toys massaged Grace’s vaginal walls with every step she took, when
she sat down or stood up, or tensed her pelvic region. She could feel the Burmese bells tumbling
in her when she walked in her high heels, causing tingling sensations of pleasure inside of her.
And yes, they made her walk like a provocative slut.
No wait, she was already walking like a provocative slut without the Burmese bells rolling and
jangling in her cunt - the extremely tall heels made sure of that. With the bells colliding and
rubbing against each other as she moved, she practically had the words “Fuck me, PLEASE”
written on her face – her eyes semi vacant as she tried to focus on the simple task of walking
without having an orgasm, her lips parted subconsciously as she reminded herself not to drip her
juices on the floor.
The lurching start and stop motion of the bus did not help either. Grace cursed as the driver
jammed his brake and accelerated again for the zillionth time that morning, driving like he was
on crack. Each lurch of the bus, each sudden brake, each rude passenger pushing past her, or
pressing against her behind as another tried to alight from the crowded bus gave her petite body
exquisite sensations. Grace closed her eyes, as she felt her nipples hardening.
Standing in the bus, Grace tried to not focus on the sensations her body was feeling. Her nipples
have been mostly erect most of the time now. Not quite as hard as they become when she was
fully aroused, but nevertheless distinctly standing up. She noticed it in the bathroom mirror last
week when she disrobed from her office clothes to take a shower. Her breasts felt more tender,
her areola looked bigger and her nipples more elongated. Was it her imagination? Grace’s eyelids
flipped open and she tried to not think about the memories sipping up to the surface, but the
more she tried to push it out of her mind, the more they came back… when she closed her eyes
now, she could recall exactly how it felt – how her breasts were ravished when she was
blindfolded on the rack during the photography shoot.
The fact that Royston now had the hotel bellboy deliver open-tip bras for her office wardrobe on
Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays did not help. As Grace attended office meetings or walked
about in the office, her exposed nipples would rub against the front inside of her blouse, making
them stay in a heightened state of erection the whole day. Some days the blouse was made of soft
silk. Some days, the material of the blouse was coarse. Other days the blouse was slightly sheer;
that day was also when the bellboy came on her tits and rubbed his ejaculate over her swollen
nipples standing proudly from their bra-cups. That explained the damp spot on her slightly sheer
blouse when she took the bus to go to work. By the time she reached the office, her nipples were
stuck to the front of her blouse, caked with some teenage boy’s cum.
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Rule #3 – grace is to keep her legs uncrossed at all times.
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She recited rule #3 in her head. Since Royston could not monitor this all the time, punishment
would be severe if he witnessed even one infraction. And he convinced her that he had his ways
of knowing.
Grace did not think that observing rule #3 was as hard as it sounded. She realized that in many
situations, like if she was wearing a short skirt and had to sit on a low stool or high chair, she
would automatically cross her legs. This was automatic behaviour through years of modesty
conditioning and part of the lady’s etiquette she had been taught in her upbringing. Now each
time she attends an office meeting (with or without Royston), she cannot count the number of
pair of eyes on her whenever she is sitting down. All the men’s eyes would dart to the same place
in the room, at the very moment she sat down or got up, waiting to catch the small window of
opportunity when her thighs were not closed. Given the short skirts she was disposed to wear
now, she got many dirty looks from the women in the office.
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Rule #4
– grace is to take only mass public transportation
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The exceptions are when she is with her trainer (Royston), owner (Nakamori) or unless there was
someone who would be willing to pay for her ride. That meant no taxi cabs. Only the public bus
or subway.
Grace chose to take the bus to and from work everyday. Besides the occasional stray hands she
had to fend off, it seemed safer than the subway. It seemed bearable until yesterday when she
had to urgently alight from the bus and wait for the next. She had noticed a couple of passengers
at the back of the bus pointing to her. “It’s her isn’t it?” Grace lowered her face. Despite her
sunshades that she wore, they might have recognized her. “Yes, its that woman. She had a
freaking orgasm on the bus!”
Her face burning with shame, Grace quickly alighted from the bus, her hands tugging her short
skirt (which had ridden up her thighs) down. The Burmese bells chimed in her slick, moist cunt
as she hurriedly stepped off the bus onto the sidewalk on her clumsy heels. All eyes in the bus,
and at the bus stop were on this woman. She walked like a provocative slut auditioning for
Playboy’s cover girl.
This was how she would walk the whole week ahead.
**
LAST FRIDAY, 8.20pm
“Suck me off like you did the other day,” the bellboy said loudly.
Grace hesitated, her brow furrowed with nervous energy as she studied Steve’s face. They
weren’t in the privacy of her hotel suite after all. For bringing her the clothes Royston dictates she
wears to the office each morning, Steve would demand a tip. She could have tipped him money,
but he refused, since she didn’t the first time. He had other ideas for his tip, and Royston seemed
to think it was fair. Usually it would be a handjob, but sometimes a blowjob was called for on
occasions where there were two sets of clothes to choose from, and Grace was dependent on
Steve’s choice of her attire for the day.
When it was a handjob, Steve loved it best watching the look of disgust on her face when he
would start to cum, and Grace had to pump his cock faster and harder to ensure he achieved a
fully satisfying ejaculation. Yes, he would ejaculate in her small hand, and her fingers would be
all sticky with his fresh load of white semen, some spilling over to the back of her hand, or
dribbling down to her wrist. He would let her wipe her hand on the inside of the panties she was
wearing for the day, or the inside of her bra cups.
When it was a blowjob, Steve loved watching Grace positioning her mouth over a small glass jar,
and letting his cum, mixed with her saliva, drool down into the container. She would bring this
jar to work, her supply for the day so that she was even qualified to ask for permission to orgasm
from Royston.
Grace had just arrived at the hotel in the evening, after her work day. The young bellboy had
intercepted her in the lobby on her way up to her room. He told her he had something to show
her, and led her to the luggage storage room, closing the door behind them.
The room had several aisles of racks which were as long as the width of the room and taller than
them, stacked with suitcases belonging to regular hotel guests. There was a dim light bulb on the
far end which was on, and one nearer them, but Steve did not bother to switch it on. He led Grace
down to the middle of an aisle, with trolley bags parked on the racks on either side of them.
“Suck me off like you did the other day,” Steve said loudly. He reached out with his right hand
and pinched Grace’s earlobe gently between his thumb and index finger. “Lovely earrings,” he
whispered with a boyish grin.
Grace was too surprised to react for a moment. Then it came back to her. Royston had once told
her that if anybody touched her earlobe while she was wearing her hoop earrings, she would
have to sink to her knees without so much as uttering a single word, and proceed to service the
man or woman orally. Failure to do so would result in severe punishment. The act of touching
her earlobe was like a code. Grace’s public key, as Royston would put it.
Royston must have told Steve about her public key. She shut her eyes momentarily as a sinking
feeling hit her in the pit of her stomach. It was her punishment for not telling Steve what the
beads on her anklet meant, when he had asked her that question weeks ago. Royston had told her
that if anybody asked her about the meaning of the anklet, she would have to tell them the truth.
She didn’t tell Steve and he must have asked Royston about it and he found out.
Grace felt nauseous. Slowly she sank to her knees, on the uncarpeted floor in the cold and dimly-
lit luggage room. Grace undid Steve’s belt. Steve had a pleased look on his face.
When Grace unzipped his pants, she could already feel the tent in his boxers. Pulling down his
boxers, Grace mechanically took his three-quarters erect cock into her mouth, and proceeded to
service him orally, sucking on his cockhead.
Steve was obviously excited, perhaps more than usual due to the more daring location where he
was having a blowjob. Unlike in Grace’s hotel suite, the luggage storage room door had no lock,
and any hotel staff could access it. He was also excited by his apparent power over this attractive
lady. Usually she might refuse him outright or try to negotiate, but she was completely
subservient this time. He let his rock-hard shaft explore the limits of Grace’s cock-stuffed mouth,
excited to see the petite, sexily-dressed office executive struggle at his feet.
“Oh yes,” uttered Steve in a low growl of pleasure, rolling his eyes, “I can feel the insides of your
cheeks massaging my cockshaft, Grace. You suck cock so good, Grace. “
“Grace, you’re such a talented cock-sucker, oh – my - god..”
It did not take long for Steve to achieve orgasm under the circumstances. His cockhead swelled
inside Grace’s tight oral cavity with his pre-imminent climax. With a loud groan, Steve’s body
started to jerk. His hands were grasping Grace’s head tightly, her nose touching his belly and his
ball-sac slapping against her chin, as he poured a steaming load into her foxy little mouth, and
down her spasming throat.
Before he had even completely come down from his orgasm, Grace heard a rustling noise behind
her. Quickly dislodging Steve’s cock from her mouth, whereupon some of the cum flowed out of
her lips to her chin, Grace heard the sounds of laughter, to her horror.
“Jesus, Steve ! You were so totally not lying!” said another bellboy who burst out of another aisle
deeper inside the luggage room, an incredulous look on his face. He had been hiding behind the
racks of suitcases, watching them from the space between the suitcases.
“Shit.. she really gave you a blowjob when you told her to!” Yet another bellboy appeared beside
the first, grinning widely. He was younger than the other spying bellboy, and sported a nose-
stud. He did not bother to hide the fact that he was staring hard at Grace’s body, as he adjusted
his hard-on in his pants. Grace was still on the floor, her face lowered, apparently preoccupied
with wiping the cum on her chin off.
“Fuck, now you believe me? She’s worth every dollar too,” Steve said smugly, zipping himself
up.
Gathering herself up, Grace’s face burned with shame as she dashed out of the luggage room.
The bellboy with the nosestud said, “Hell, it’s fucking cheap. Babe, will you blow me too?”
“Hey wait, you forgot this!” said Steve, waving a twenty dollar bill at Grace. Her neck flushed a
crimson red as the laughter of the three bellboys rang in her ears. Royston has made her into a
whore.
**
MONDAY, 8.42am
Royston was sitting in his leather chair in his office, viewing on his monitor screen the video clips
that Joe had emailed him. Joe had extracted some highlights from the hidden video cameras
installed in the studio during the shoot, and sent it to both Nakamori and Royston.
There was a short video-clip of Grace standing on a puddle of her office clothes, her pee dribbling
down between her legs, her face showing the deep humiliation that she was going through. She
looked like she was on the verge of crying. Then there was another clip of her naked with her
wrists and ankles restrained to the St. Andrew’s cross, or “X frame”. Her body writhed on the X-
frame, as a massive black dildo on a stand impaled up her pussy vibrated in spurts.
Royston squinted closely at the screen and smiled. The motion was small it was almost
imperceptible from afar, but once you zoomed in, you could make it out, thanks to the high
definition quality of the film. In the video clip, Grace’s eyes were closed, and her skin was slick
and glowing with her perspiration, a look of frustration on her face. Zooming to her lower body,
one could make out her hips and bum jerking up and down, fucking herself on the dildo, trying
to make herself cum. Couple that with the look on her face when Royston and Joe walked in on
her – the shock of being discovered and the resulting humiliated look on her face – it was a
priceless scene.
If there was anything Royston wanted more than anything else than owning Grace and making
her submit completely to him, it was her humiliation. Breaking her from the proud, confident
career woman that she once was, into an cum-craving slave who existed only to be used by men
was not enough – he relishes the look in her eyes when she loses control over her own body and
mind, and realizes it. When she is being degraded, and treated like a dirty slut and yet her body
betrays her, the light of self-respect in her eyes being extinguished was what he loved to see.
Grace being destroyed. Reduced to a fucking whore.
And the pills she was being fed regularly would help him to achieve this. The bellboy was
responsible to see her take the pill when he delivered the clothes for her wardrobe in the
mornings. He knew that Grace would ask the bellboy what is was for. The bellboy was told to tell
her, “It’s what whores take to avoid getting pregnant from all the cum they get in their pussy.”
Yes it was a contraceptive. She had taken it the morning of the last bondage photography shoot,
where she had fucked herself on her Owner’s cock.
The pill was full of the female hormone, progesterone and other hormones that would make
Grace’s menstrual cycle stop. It simulated pregnancy, so the ovulation would stop, and she
wouldn’t get pregnant from the clients whom she would be servicing. As a side effect, the
progesterone would also make her skin beautiful and her hair shiny – appealing traits for a
whore aiming to please men. The hormones would also make her breasts swell in the coming
months, probably by one cup size larger, as the body is fooled into thinking it needs to ready its
mammaries for feeding a baby in the near future. The areola would also grow in size, and the
nipples become distended.
This would explain why Grace’s breasts were feeling tender, and why her nipples were erect
most of the time now. The downside of this pill was that in some cases, the areola would darken
from pink to brown. As such, some Masters in Nakamori’s network choose not to put their slaves
on the pill, if they prefer them to keep a virginal look (pink nipples) rather than the mature look
(brown nipples). These slaves not put on the pill are called oral slaves. They have a steady
appetite of semen from men who use their mouths, but don’t need the pill because their pussies
are never used in these sessions, except by their owner.
One alternative that Nakamori and Royston discussed for Grace was for her to become an oral
slave. But in the end they decided Grace could be a lot more – her ass and pussy were worth a lot,
and would be put to good use. It seemed like a waste otherwise to keep her as an oral slave.
Yes, it was a contraceptive, but the pill was also more than that. One of the ingredients was a
slow-acting aphrodisiac, a version of what the Japanese black market called Yellow Star which
was much faster acting. It made it easy for the blood vessels in the nether regions to dilate, in the
right circumstances. It can’t make a woman think of sex or make her aroused on its own. But it
made it easier for her to climax under the right stimuli.
Many women who take the pill report their nipples hard, and their pussies feeling damp the
whole day; even secreting copious amounts of lubrication by just being touched behind their
neck, knees or other erogenous zones on their body. Being an excitant, the same ingredient also
counter-acted the sleepiness that most women would feel with increased progesterone. The
effects of alcohol sometimes affected the balance between the two effects.
The effects of the pill would make Grace more pliable in his shaping of her new identity, thought
Royston, perhaps deepen her humiliation in the right situations when she can’t stop lubricating
or having multiple orgasms.
Furthemore, the hormone oxytocin, associated with orgasms, is naturally released into the blood
in lactating women when their nipples are stimulated by suckling. Some mothers actually
experience orgasm while breastfeeding. With Grace lactating (unknown to herself at this stage), it
would be fun to make her ask her male colleagues to suckle on her nipples, and then watch her
involuntarily orgasm from it.
Royston smiled, as he copied the video clips he received from Joe into a folder on his portable
memory-stick. The photographs of her swimsuit, lingerie and bondage shoots, and the video
clips that he had been compiling would go into grace’s dossier in the Network, for potential
clients to peruse. “Grace Anatomy” was the name he gave to her dossier. As a crowning touch, he
would have grace_slut provide a voiceover for some of the files.
“grace_slut’s pussy” would be the name of a file that a client might click on. It would show close-
ups of her privates taken from last month’s shoot where her pussy lips had been spread open.
And it would have a voiceover from grace_slut herself, saying, “hi, my name is grace. You can
call me grace_slut. This is what my worthless cunt looks like, up-close. My cunt welcomes a
detailed probing by your fingers or your personal slave’s tongue, if you wish to inspect
grace_slut. By appointment through my Owner only.”
Royston can imagine Grace’s exquisite humiliation in saying those words, and having it recorded
for her voiceover.
**
MONDAY, 8.49am
Grace walked into the office main foyer. The receptionist said, “Good morning”, like she would
to any other office employee, but the crink in her smile and how her eyes looked up and down
Grace said it all. It was as if she had said it aloud, “So that’s what the office slut is wearing
today.”
Grace replied good morning of course. She wouldn’t want any complaints going to Royston.
Somehow word had gotten around that she was reporting to Royston, even though they were
technically from different departments. And the same word on the grapevine also said that he
kept her on a tight leash. Her comeuppance for some mistake she made while working on an
important deal for Mr Shih. Grace shuddered, wondering if the office rumor mongers knew she
had literally been leashed and collared indoors as well as outdoors on one of her photography
shoots.
She had been paid ten thousand dollars for the last shoot. She hoped that Nakamori and Royston
would keep their word and let her go once she has earned back her debt to them.
“Mr Shih wants you waiting in his office at 10am this morning. He told me to hand you this,”
said the receptionist, her face unemotional, a sealed white envelope in her hand. Grace accepted
the envelope with thanks, and kept it in her bag, meaning to open it later in the privacy of her
own cubicle.
In the corner of the reception area as she entered, was the office janitor, watering a number of
potted plants. He was a decrepit and bent old man named Chang. Grace could remember vividly
just last week how the old man’s face lit up when she appeared in his quarters and lifted her skirt
to show him her pantiless crotch and thigh-highs. It was the second blowjob she gave the janitor
under Royston’s instruction, but it did not diminish her humiliation. How his whole body
lurched and listed from side to side like a sinking ship, while she sucked him off ! Until he finally
ejaculated a stinky load into her mouth. He patted her backside when she was done cleaning him
up, and paid her twenty dollars, the same amount she was paid the last time. Twenty bucks was
a lot of money for Chang’s janitor salary, but a paltry amount compared to the salary Grace used
to draw as an executive of the company. The fact that she gave a blowjob to an old man to earn a
lousy twenty bucks showed how cheap she had become.
Grace avoided eye-contact with the janitor, and walked to the main office staircase.
“Looking sexy, as usual, Grace?” said Ryan, flashing her a wide smile, not hiding how he was
scoping out her short skirt. “Meeting at eleven with Mr Shih. He asked that you attend.”
“Thanks Ryan,” muttered Grace in surprise.
“Hi, Grace…” said a thin gaunt man who appeared out of nowhere, a foolish grin on his face. It
was Tony, the stuttering mail clerk, dragging a mail bag behind him. At least he didn’t call her
“Miss Grace” anymore. For good reason. Tony used “Miss” as a polite form of address to female
office executives, no matter that he tended to append first names instead of last names to that
salutation. Since that day last week, he has felt closer to the previously untouchable office hottie
he called Miss Grace.
On that day last week, the bra and panties that Grace wore were completely sheer – her areola
and pubic hair was easily visible through the material. That morning, Royston had instructed her
to go to the mailroom to help Tony sort the mail. Cunning Tony had spread out the mail on a low
sorting table, and sat on a stool opposite where Grace was sitting. Through the security camera,
Royston could see that Grace had crossed her legs while sorting the mail, which was clearly
contravening rule #3. Royston promptly called Grace and told her to stop crossing her legs. In
addition, she cannot refuse any of Tony’s demands or Tony might find a sample of the newest
pictures from her bondage photo-shoot in his mailbox.
Throughout that day, Tony grew bolder and bolder, ‘accidentally’ bumping against Grace’s body,
usually pushing against her ass with the front of his jeans, as she worked in the narrow space
with him to slot the mail into the right pigeon holes. Grace could not protest as there was a
constant flow of people from the office that morning collecting their mail from their pigeon-holes.
By the time the guys from sales were collecting their mail, Tony’s hand would mostly be on her
ass or waist. She endured her groping silently, though she could hear the voices of her co-
workers loud and clear – they were standing only a few steps away, but on the other side of the
mailboxes. She did not want to draw attention to herself and start another office rumor as to why
she, an assistant vice president, was slotting mail in the back of the mailroom with Tony.
When Grace finally reported to Royston’s office that evening, she had a fresh load of semen in
her mouth. “Pray tell, Grace, who’s cum do you have in your mouth?” He laughed cruelly when
she told him. Tony rubbed his erection against her in the mailroom, until he was almost creaming
in his pants. When Grace did not protest or runaway, he had produced his cock and masturbated
in front of her. Still, it was the man-cum she needed in her mouth to ask for permission to orgasm
that day.
Remembering how Tony tasted like, she lowered her eyes to the floor, and replied, “Hi Tony,”
before she quickly ascended the staircase, her heels clicking loudly on the polished floor. “Will y-
y-you – hhelp me – me in the ma-mail today?” he shouted up the staircase.
She might be an Assistant Vice President wearing an Armani suit during office hours - reduced to
taking minutes and admin support, but nevertheless an executive – but after hours, she was
being used by the janitor and mailman like a cheap whore. But this is how Royston drilled the
rules into her.
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Rule #1 – grace’s mouth is public property. Her pussy and ass are private property
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No one is to use her pussy or ass without permission from her Owner or Trainer. But anybody
could use her mouth. Anybody could ask her to suck them, and she would have to do it. No
questions asked. No refusals tolerated. By extension of that rule, if anybody touched her earlobe
while she was wearing her hoop earrings, she would have to drop to her knees and open her
mouth, no matter where she was and who touched her earlobes.
Chang, Royston, Tony, Mr Shih, and George. She’s tasted the semen of quite a few men in the
office already. Not to mention Steve the bellboy from the hotel she is staying at, and three
strangers she sucked off. Grace’s face felt hot as she climbed the broad staircase, taking care not
to flash her panties at her co-workers walking across the foyer below. And there was that semen
she tasted during the photography shoot itself when she asked permission to orgasm while being
blindfolded and tied to the track – who did that belong to? Was it someone else from the office?
Grace’s face turned red, disgusted at her own thoughts running through her mind.
Sitting down at her desk, she turned on her computer and started her email program. The first
mail she saw was from Mark, her boyfriend who was currently overseas. “Hey grace, missed you
babe. What have you been up to? Company working you hard?? Can’t reach you by phone
anymore! Call me back ok? Love, Mark.”
Grace shut her eyes, swallowing the bitter feeling in her throat. She couldn’t bear the thought of
what she was doing, what her boyfriend would do if he found out. How many men’s semen she
had tasted over the last few months. She stared at the anklet of blue beads on her ankle, each of
the twelve beads a testament to the number of men who used her, and felt an uncontrollable urge
to cry.
She opened the envelope from Mr Shih, the one that the receptionist had handed her. Looking at
the piece of paper inside, her throat felt dry. She opened her desk drawer. Inside were a pair of
metal handcuffs, and a black strip of cloth.
***
MONDAY, 10.24am
Mr Shih entered his office, and took off his jacket, hanging it on the tall back of his black leather
cushion chair.
“Apologies for being late, Grace. Suzie tells me you’ve been waiting in my office for half an
hour,” said Mr Shih.
As he finished speaking, Grace’s supervisor turned his eyes towards her for the first time since he
came in. She saw the expression in his eyes, imagining how she must have looked to him, and
immediately felt stinging bite of humiliation in her heart.
She was topless, her blouse and bra neatly folded on his table. She was sitting on the floor behind
the table, most of her body in the space below the table top where a sitting person would
normally put his legs. Her wrists were cuffed behind her back, like the piece of paper instructed
her to.
“HOLY Shit,” said the middle aged man, his eyes drinking in her form, “you sure look like a
bondage slut.”
Following the instructions on the paper earlier, Grace had came to his office, stripped herself
naked waist-up, sat down in the space under Mr Shih’s table. Next she had taken out the black
strip of cloth, one end in each hand, opened her jaws, pulled the cloth gag between her teeth and
then tied the knot behind her head. She had then taken the cuffs out, snapped one side onto her
left wrist, bring it behind her back and snapped on the right wrist, cuffing herself securely. There
she waited in Mr Shih’s office, semi-naked on the floor, gagged, cuffed and helpless, until he
came in.
Mr Shih pulled out his chair and sat down on it. “Let me look at you,” he said, his eyes lighting
up as if he had found a new prize. “I’m sorry if our first time was a little rushed,” he said. Grace
had a flashback of how he raped her on his table when he found out how Royston was
blackmailing her.
“I won’t be so rough this time,” he continued in a low voice as he looked down at the girl, his
hand caressing her hair, “ – I promise…. After all, you’re my favorite employee grace.”
Mr Shih untied the knot at the back of Grace’s head, ungagging her. The strip of cloth came out of
her mouth, all wet and messy with her drool.
He moved his chair forward, extending his legs on either side of Grace’s shoulders as she faced
him. He liked how she was sitting on the floor on her side while waiting for him, her legs
modestly closed together behind her, restricted by the tight skirt. But now he was going to use
her mouth, and he wanted her on her knees for that.
It didn’t take long for Shih to be completely hard, with Grace on her knees, her mouth locked
around his cockmeat, her lips encircled three-quarters way down the base of his shaft.
“Royston tells me that Natasha has been teaching you how to give a blowjob without using
hands,” he said, enjoying the small warm mouth around his erection. As he spoke, his hands
ruffled her hair, grabbing it, twisting it with his fingers, messing it up with no regard to how she
might look later. “Isn’t that right, grace?”
Grace dislodged the cockshaft from her mouth by lifting her head up, her eyes looking up at him.
“Yes Sir,” she said in a soft voice.
“Oh please don’t stop. Just nod will do, I want to feel my cock throbbing inside your mouth as
you speak.”
With her hands cuffed behind her back, Grace repositioned herself again, her neck outstretched
so that her lips can reach the hard cock pointing skyward. Locking her mouth onto her target, she
slid it further down her mouth, and repeated her words. “Yyyesshh Shhhirr”
“Ah, yes. Marvellous,” said Mr Shih, feeling the vibrations from her voicebox massaging his
cockhead.
“Well I would like to test drive the new slut mouth today,” said Mr Shih, laying back to enjoy his
office cocksucker fellating him.
“Yyyesshh Shhhirr,” said Grace in her muffled voice with her cock-filled mouth.
The young executive commenced bobbing her head up and down on her boss’s veinous
manhood, relaxing her throat muscles as Natasha had taught her to.
“Ahhhhh…” responded Mr Shih in bliss, with the blowjob well underway. Months ago, Grace
was his star employee. Beautiful, capable, and with so much promise in the company. But
untouchable sexually. Now she was half-naked sucking his cock under his table. What a turn of
fortunes.
“So grace…”, said Mr Shih, loving how her tongue was swirling alternately below his cockhead
and on top, “.. have any of your male colleagues asked you out yet?”
Grace did not immediately reply, but she continued her vigorous cock-sucking. Mr Shih could
sense her hesitation. She was thinking. Hopefully not thinking of whether to lie to him or not.
Just thinking of why he would ask her this.
“Don’t lie to me, grace. I have ways of finding out. And if I find out that you lied to me, you will
be reported to Royston,” Shih said gravely.
“Yyyesssh Shhiirrr. Rrryyaann arrshh me ahh,”
“Ryan asked you out?”
The girl nodded as she slurped and swallowed on his throbbing cock. He could feel himself
getting close. He was so busy with work that he hadn’t blown his load for more than two weeks.
Sex with his wife wasn’t the way it used to be. Seeing Grace as a submissive slut had reawakened
his lust. He was not oblivious to the office gossip about Grace, given the kind of attention seeking
outfits she was wearing to work at Royston’s instruction.
“Just Ryan?” he chuckled, “and..?”
He could see it in her eyes, and the slight shaking of her head.
“You said no? Keep me posted if any of the guys ask you out grace. You have to go on a date
with anyone in the office who asks you, is that clear?”
He was enjoying his power over her. As his employee, her work life was under his power
anyway. Now he would also enjoy exerting his power over her personal life. Shih made a mental
note to talk to Royston soon about his plans for grace.
Mr Shih was groaning now, his hips thrusting up in rhythm to Grace’s continued bobbing of her
head, her mouth locked tight on his shaft. She was good. A good cock sucker. He was so close
now. Without even her using her hands.
“AND.. I want a detailed report.. of each and every date. Any compliments you receive. Any
presents received. You may not reject any. Where and when you are touched. I want to know
any advances made to my pretty slut. Is that clear? ”
Grace was answering in the affirmative in her muffled voice when she felt her boss’s ejaculate
shoot off in the roof of her mouth. “OHHH FUCKK,” said Mr Shih, letting the boiling load of
cum erupt in the girl’s throat and mouth.
Not being told to swallow or spit it out, she held it in her mouth as he continued cumming. Not
having cum for two weeks, he had a huge load to give her. He made another mental note to
congratulate Royston on his successful training of Grace. Maybe he would give Royston a
promotion in the office too.
**
TUESDAY, 9.05am
Royston leaned back on his chair, looking at his computer screen, his hands clasped over his
chest.
Already, there were bidders for grace. Royston looked through the bids online.
Other than the usual bids for puppy slaves and pony girls, there were three which caught his eye.
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Bidder: Meta Artist
Looking for: Nude model for December cover of photography magazine. Clear facial features and
natural breasts a must. Petite body type, light pubic hair and prominent labia lips preferred.
Duration: 3 days
Terms: Half payment upfront, half upon completion of shoot. All expenses paid. Legal rights to
all the photographs assigned to the magazine on a global, exclusive basis, in perpetuity.
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The name of the nude photography magazine was unspecified, but he recognized the moniker
“Meta Artist” that the agent used, from a conversation he had with Nakamori before. The
magazine was fairly mainstream, and operated a website where its clients can view and
download high resolution nude photographs of its models on a daily basis. The magazine prided
itself on using models of ‘natural beauty’ – no professional porn actresses or porn models with
oversized silicone tits.
Indeed many of the models were amateurs or semi-professional, usually under exclusive contract
with the magazine for a year once selected. They were usually young looking (some plain pretty
and some extraordinarily beautiful), ranging from 18 to 26 years old, and definitely do not look
like the average air-brushed, top-heavy Penthouse centerfold. While there are some models
featured who have C cups, many have B cup or A cup breasts, particular the younger ones (or
those who have a particularly nubile look). Invariably though, the daily cover of the magazine
would feature one of the girls completely nude with their pussies in full view. Many of the girls
were selected for having beautiful labia lips. Some shaven, others natural. Some with prominent
outer labia, others with prominent inner labia lips that protruded out.
Royston imagined many of the models the magazine used had signed up voluntarily – there are
plenty of women in the East European bloc that don’t mind baring their bodies for money and a
potential shot at a future modeling or acting career and possible fame. But for some reason Meta
Artist still sourced for new models through the Network, looking for girls that he knows may not
entirely be in their circumstances voluntarily. Whether the magazine knew or not about this,
Royston did not know, and did not care. Perhaps there is a certain type of look they looked for in
a cover girl. The eyes would be different. A girl in submissive bondage, who knows she was
owned, and her body was not hers to display, yet displaying it for all to see because her Master
commanded it. Versus a girl who was merely selling images of her body for money, brazen about
baring her nakedness.
Royston’s cock grew hard, thinking of Grace completely nude for the magazine’s issue for
Christmas. Where anyone she knew could easily access that website and see all her charms
displayed, with nothing left to the imagination. Grace could repay her debt to Nakamori and to
Royston and be let off the hook, or escape from them and hide under a new identity; she could
change jobs and get married and start a family. But once she modeled for this magazine, there
would be high resolution pictures of her naked body available on the Internet for anyone to view
or download, forever. Her nude pictures could be viewed by her future father-in-law. Hell it
could be viewed by her kids.
Wasn’t there the actress Hsu Chi who converted from her soft porn roots into mainstream acting.
Apparently she was getting married to a famous Hong Kong actor, but there were objections
from the actor’s parents. Must be something to do with the fact that the potential father-in-law
could easily google the daughter-in-law’s name and find himself staring at her pussy online.
Pictures from her past where she bared all. The Internet has no memory. Everything published
once is there forever. Deleted from one place but archived somewhere else. Someone would
always be able to find pictures of Hsu Chi’s pussy on the Internet, even after she has retired from
her soft porn career, even after she marries, have childen, and sends them to school.
Royston’s mouse pointer hovered above the Accept button on Meta-Artist’s bid. The assignment
was just for the duration of three days, and it paid handsomely. Grace’s air-ticket and her
handler’s air-ticket would be paid for.
That would really humiliate Grace.
And she could never reveal she was forced into posing nude of course, not unless she wanted the
video clips of her holes being probed and photographed ending up on the Internet too.
Of course, a clip on the Internet of an attractive young woman like Grace, peeing on herself and
having an orgasm while at it, would really destroy her chances of ever working in the corporate
world again. She might find a new job, maybe even work at the new company successfully for six
months or a year and not hear anything. She would feel safe again that her secret is safe if
nothing happens after a year, even though she would never quite be sure. The nagging feeling
would be there, that someone at work would find out. Just when she was all settled in, she might
receive an anonymous email or phone call (no doubt from someone at work who had found her
picture or video clip on the Internet while porn surfing), saying, “I know what you did Grace..
here’s the link I found of you.. ”, and the whole cycle of blackmail would start again.
Royston’s mouse pointer hovered on his screen for a few more seconds, before it moved to open
the next bid.