Grace's Hard Lessons By Dark Avenger (Send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)

The story so far:

Chapters 1-3 : Grace is a rising office executive in her twenties, who in a moment of folly embezzles some money from her company. After her colleague and rival, Royston, discovers her secret, Grace is made to go for a dinner in a sheer evening gown with his client Mr Nakamori, who takes a fancy to her. In the office, Royston blackmails her into giving him and the office janitor a blowjob.

Chapters 4-6: To pay back the money she took, Grace signs up for a photography shoot with Nakamori, not knowing that it would progress from skimpy bikinis to pictures of her topless, getting bound and spanked, verbally humiliated, and made to bark like a dog. She is made to show her pussy and masturbate under the threat of the video of her giving blowjobs in the office being made public. She is forced to go to work with a vibrator and short skirt, and made to orgasm in the office. The humiliation escalates with Royston making her give him a blowjob in front of another male co- worker, and then giving the co-worker a handjob.

Chapters 7-9: Royston blackmails Grace into wearing revealing clothes and a vibrator to an office presentation by threatening to play the video of her half-naked and crawling around on all fours. At the presentation, Grace nearly orgasms from the vibrator, and is tricked by Royston to expose herself. Grace is called by her supervisor into his office. He chastises her for stealing from the company, and rapes her. Royston continues Grace's humiliation by making her strip and get into submissive positions in his office, and gives her a facial. The story continues.

Chapter Ten (MF, nc, molest, exhibitionism) -

It was Wednesday morning.

Grace was wearing a tank-top that was cut-off at the waist. And a beach skirt that was extremely short. So short that if she bent forward forty-five degrees, someone standing behind would see her thong-covered ass. If the wind blew slightly, everybody could see her thong-covered ass. Standing by her side was Royston, and as they walked out of the hotel lobby, Royston was pleased to observe that Grace was a little distressed by the attention that she was getting from all around her.

Coupled with a pair of sandals and her anklet, crimson red lip-gloss, and a pair of sunshades in her hair, Grace was a head-turner. There was plenty of leg to admire, not to mention her bare midriff, and shoulders. Normally she wouldn't mind going out like this, but for the second time this week, she was not allowed to wear a bra. She was going out braless. Just the tight tank-top, and she knew that if someone looked carefully they would know she was not wearing a bra because the outline of her nipple was visible through the thin cotton garment.

Adding to her discomfort in going out like this was that she had a slim silver vibrator under her thongs, buried in her pussy. She knew the Royston's finger was on the remote control, in the pocket of his pants. Knowing that Grace would find it hard to go out this morning dressed like that, Royston had offered to escort her personally to her next photography shoot with Joe.

When Royston walked past the line of taxis waiting outside the hotel, Grace pulled his arm. "Wait, why aren't we taking the cabs here?"

Royston turned around, a grin on his face. "Who said we're taking a cab? We're taking the bus today."

With much dismay, Grace followed Royston to the bus-stop. There was an old lady with a shopping basket, and a scruffy looking man dressed in overalls, waiting at the bus-stop. The old lady did not bat an eyelid at them, but the man couldn't stop staring at Grace.

"Listen up Grace. We're taking the bus today because Nakamori says you're not ready for your next photo-shoot. I told him you're ready. Now you know that if you don't finish your shoot, you don't get the money right? So you need to help me to help you."

"What did you say I am ready for?" Grace enquired.

"Your outdoor shoot." Royston replied.

"What?" Grace did not quite get it.

"Nakamori will explain more later girl. Don't be impatient. Now all you need to do first is to convince him, and me, that you're ready. Otherwise we go back to the hotel."

"Okay, what am I supposed to do?"

"Since it's an outdoor shoot, you need to be able to take instructions in a public place," Royston paused for this to sink in. "So to prove now to Nakamori that you're ready, I'm going to give you two instructions. First of all, from now on, whenever you are taking public transport, you are to sit with your legs open as long as nobody is looking at you. Yes, you heard me - legs open. Be it a bus, subway or taxi. Second of all, if you are traveling with me, or Nakamori, or any other person that we deem it necessary, your private parts will remain accessible to your companion at all times. That means you will allow me to touch your breasts or pussy when it pleases me to - you will not refuse me."

"You can't do that!"

"Yes I can. Tell you what. To make it easier for you, I will not do that if there is someone watching alright?"

"I don't know."

"That's not a good answer. No shoot, no money. Your choice. You still have to repay back the money you took in a month or you'll go to jail."

Grace was in mental agony. Royston looked at her and said, "Here comes the bus. Follow me."

Royston let the old lady board the bus first. Then he boarded the bus, his long legs making the big steps of the bus easily. Then Grace boarded the bus. Smartly, the scruffy man in overalls boarded the bus after Grace, admiring the legs and butt of the girl getting up in front of him. Grace could feel him looking up her skirt as she boarded the bus, but there was nothing she could do.

Royston leaned over to her and whispered,"If you don't do as I say on the bus, I will switch on the vibrator."

Grace bit her lip as she followed closely behind Royston meekly. She certainly did not want to have to have the vibrator buzzing in her pussy, and pushing her to the edge of an orgasm in a bus full of people.

There were no seats on the bus, and there were already a number of people standing up. There were mostly middle-class workers going to work, but there were also office professionals, and a few high-school students. Grace stood next to Royston, keeping close to him, feeling self-conscious about her extremely short skirt, and tank-top that showed off her midriff. She really looked out of place, as if she was going to the beach.

Over the next few bus-stops, the bus started getting packed with passengers. Grace herself was sandwiched between Royston, and another man carrying a briefcase, while seated in front of her now - as more people boarding at the front of the bus pushed the standing passengers toward the back of the bus - was the scruffy looking man. How did he managed to squeeze in past them and find a seat?

The seated man's eyes lit up when he realized Grace was standing right in front of him. The fact that he was seated while she was standing next to him also meant that his head was at the level of her bosom. From her angle and distance, she was also unable to tell if his eyes were roving at her cute belly-button or at the soft smooth skin of her thighs just inches away from him.

The man stared at Grace's bosom, his eyes tracing the contour of her nipples slightly visible from under the tight garment, trying to imagine what her nipples looked like. He fantasized about touching the young lady whose body was pressed against him because of the crowded bus - he imagined his hand going under her tank-top, caressing her soft breasts, his other hand caressing her inner thighs as she stood helplessly pinned against him.

More people got on and off the bus. Grace tried to shift toward the back of the bus, but Royston barely budged, ignoring her as eager men squeezed past the scantily-clad girl, brushing against and pushing their groin into petite Grace's ass. Royston wondered how many hard cocks there were that morning under all those pants as the many male passengers on the bus pushed into, and squeezed past his pretty companion's scantily-clad ass.

As the bus lurched to a stop at the next traffic light, that was when Grace felt a hand brush her bum. Hoping it was accidental, she did not turn her head to see who it was. The bus moved off again, and then she felt the hand - this time, it stayed on her bum under her short beach skirt. Grace moved her body forward in alarm (much to the delight of Mr Scruffy as the lovely thighs came so close toward him he could touch her pussy with his fingers if he wanted to). Grace tried to turn her head, but it was too crowded that she could not tell who it was who got his hand on her butt.

"Roy!" she whispered, trying to catch Royston's attention. The hand moved away. Grace moved her body back as she realized that Mr Scruffy seemed to be leaning toward her bosom.

"What?" Royston turned his head toward Grace. Grace leaned toward his ear and whispered, "I - There's someone. behind. touching me."

"Stay where you are. Don't move. If you move, I'll turn on the vibrator," he whispered back. Royston secretly smiled. This was what he wanted. He knew this bus would be crowded, and mainly with men who could not pass up the chance of feeling up such a pretty chick in town who happened to be on the wrong bus. And to be wearing such skimpy clothes was simply asking for it.

Grace closed her eyes, not believing what was happening to her. Again, she felt the hand, more daring now. It was squeezing her left ass-cheek. Grace endured her molestation by the unseen stranger, only because it would be worse if Royston turned on the vibrator! She did not want to get wet and aroused on a bus full of people while some unknown hand caressed her ass brazenly. She could imagine the consequences if the hand found her panties soaked wet with her juices. As this thought crossed her mind, a delicious shiver escaped through her body, and at once she felt shocked at herself.

The hand moved to the other ass-cheek, then lower into her ass-crack. Grace almost let out a scream. Her heart was pounding now. What if the hand pulled her panties down on this crowded bus. Would she allow it ? And then what if the molester started touching her pussy? Is Royston going to stand there next to her pretending nothing is happening while the hand molested her naked pussy? Grace started to panic as she felt the fingers move down to her crotch between her inner thighs. Would the fingers feel the end of the vibrator in her pussy through the panties? The molester would soon find out this slut has a vibrator up her cunt while wearing such a skimpy skirt, a tight tank-top and no bra on a crowded bus ! What a slut, asking to be molested, he would be sure to think!

Grace opened her eyes, and realized that the half the bus had just emptied. It was one of the major stops down- town. The molesting hand was also gone. Royston pointed out a pair of empty seats right behind the exit of the bus. With a sigh of relief, Grace moved towards the seats, and sat down together with Royston.

"You remember my instructions Grace?"

Grace nodded. Making sure there was nobody was looking in their direction, Grace slowly opened her legs, and kept them open as she sat there. Royston nodded his approval.

Just then, the three high-school students - two guys and a girl - got up from their seats and moved to the exit. Grace quickly closed her legs as they approached. Grace could swear the guys were smiling at her as they stepped off the bus. And so Grace repeated this exercise of keeping her legs open when nobody was near, and then closing them whenever someone wanted to get off the bus. It helped that as their seats were right behind the exit, there was a panel in front of their seats which protected her modesty. The more times she did this, it became easier.

Royston was thinking to himself that with some practice Grace would soon unconsciously shed her inhibitions about her exposure, as she told herself that nobody would see what she was doing. Then with more practice, he would soon have her do this in a public place knowing she would be observed by other people - once her sense of modesty is overcome, she will become a well-trained slut that would sit appropriately with her legs open at all times, or exhibit herself at her master's leisure.

Grace cringed as she suddenly felt Royston's hand under her tank-top. He was reaching for her breasts. Trying not to struggle, she couldn't help but still squirm. Finally she managed to overcome her natural reaction of trying to flee from the assault. Royston let a small smile escape, as his right hand roamed under her tank-top freely, feeling her perky breasts. This was really cool. Grace the department favorite, the office hottie, now giving him free access to her boobs.

As Grace felt her right nipple becoming erect from being between Royston's thumb and forefinger, she noticed the old lady from the bus-stop getting up from her seat. As she hobbled toward the exit in their direction, Grace pushed Royston's hand away. Grace figured that even if somebody saw them, they would only assume they were a horny couple.

"Good. You are ready for Nakamori now." Royston smiled.

Finally it was their stop, near the photography studio. As they waited for the bus to come to a stop, Grace felt her heart leap to her throat, as she stood at the exit of the bus and saw the mirror that was above her head. The mirror was there so that the bus driver could see people getting off the bus safely before he shut the doors. Looking in the mirror, Grace realized too late that the driver could probably see what was going on where they were sitting! While the driver couldn't have seen under her skirt, he would have be able to see her opening her legs whenever there was nobody close by, and then closing her legs whenever someone was approaching. Furthermore, he must have seen Royston feeling up her breasts under the tank-top, and the fact that she let him do so for five minutes! Grace's face turned bright red as she quickly glanced in the mirror and saw the elderly male bus driver looking in their direction.

When the bus came to a stop, Grace hurriedly alighted and started walking briskly toward the building that housed the studio. Royston appeared to be amused at her haste, as he said, "Can't wait for your photo session to begin Grace?"

- Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 11

Grace's Hard Lessons By Dark Avenger (Send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)

Chapter Eleven (MF, lingerie, D/s,vibrator) -

Grace and Royston went through the posh glass doors that were the entrance to Joe's photography studio. Grace noticed that the pretty receptionist Natasha was not at the reception today.

Royston brought Grace to one of the studios, and told her to wait there for Joe, while Royston had to make a couple of phone calls.

As Grace waited, she recalled the previous photography shoot which was just a few days ago. She had to model several pieces of lingerie.

First was a 'carabaret' half-cup bra in red color that had embroidered floral detail on the straps and cups, which matched her look of young femininity. The only thing was that the bra cups were actually quite sheer and the embroidered light and dark patterns camouflaged the darker color of the areola visible under the material, making the undergarment look deceptively demure at first glance. Upon close-up though, the shape and color of her nipples can be seen, so normally Grace would not have worn this. But knowing that she had little choice if she wanted to pay-back the money she stolen, so she agreed to model it. Joe of course, made sure that he had several close-ups of Grace showing her nipples visible.

The second piece of lingerie she had to model made her blush. It was also a demi-cup bra, underwired, in raspberry red and black. This time though, it was completely sheer, and had only some sparse patterns of lace embroidery that gave any sense of modesty. Her areola would be very visible if she wore this. Matching the temptress top, Grace was made to wear a sheer black shorty - once again, completely sheer with the exception of some scant embroidered red and black patterns. Taking the pictures of Grace wearing this together with the sheer bra, Joe's cock grew hard as he could see her small pubic bush visible under the sheer shorty.

The third set of lingerie Grace had to model was a white bandeau bra and 'lip-hugger' panties. The bra, made of soft stretchy fabric that was satin-smooth, hugged and defined the bust, but was so thin that the darker color of the nipples under the white fabric can be seen. The sexy see-through lip-hugger was made to show off the wearer - a special seam down the front separated the pubic area for a dramatic look and great feeling to its wearer. In this series of shots, Grace wore a necklace of pearls and had a glass of white wine in her hand, normally making this a very classy scene. But, wearing the lip-hugger, Grace felt especially exposed and vulnerable, regretting how she must look as Joe kept on taking photographs of her.

Lastly, Nakamori wanted to see what Grace looked like in wedding lingerie. He chose for her the "Opulence" bustier, which had shaped, underwired cups and a fitted body, with a lace-up pattern at the front. The Opulence thong was in semi-sheer mesh, and featured indulgent floral embroidery and delicate shaped edging at the waist and the legs. Coupled with the thong, Nakamori had Grace wear the stockings and garters that came with it - luxury embroidered sheer mesh with embroidered strapping and soft ribbon coverings. Standing back, both men heaved a sigh of wonder. The petite girl was pure allure in the bustier, thongs, stockings and garter-belt - with detailed floral embroidery and panels of sheer mesh all over, Grace was a vision of fantasy that would stoke the fires in the loins of any bridegroom on that special night. Except now there was no special night - rather Grace's lingerie pictures belonged to Nakamori now, and would fuel the fantasies of a voyeuristic clientele that enjoyed the perverted and gradual deflowering of a maiden.

The memories of the lingerie shoot playing in her mind, Grace felt increasingly nervous about what they had in mind for her today.

Hearing some voices next door, Grace peered out of her room. As the door to the adjacent room across the hall was slightly ajar, she realized that Natasha was in that adjacent room. What astonished her was the fact that Natasha was wearing a leash and collar on her neck, naked, and on all fours on the carpeted floor. As the door was not fully open, she could not yet see who Natasha was facing or talking to.

"Please fuck me Sir," the receptionist pleaded softly. "Natasha's slut cunt needs a fucking badly," she said, putting her forehead on the floor, her ass sticking out.

"Not today, Nat. You have not earned it. Your reward will come later. We have much work to do today." It was Nakamori's voice that replied, so Grace assumed he was standing there behind the door in front of the pronated receptionist.

Natasha turned her head and saw Grace looking at her through the doorway. She gave a slight, knowing smile. Which was unusual because Grace had never seen her smile at her the last two times they met. Then someone on the other side of the door closed the door shut.

Five minutes later, Royston returned to Grace's room with Joe. Royston instructed her to get into position. After all, Nakamori did tell her during the first photo-shoot that from then on, Grace would always be on all fours in front of him unless permission was given otherwise. "Hello Grace," Joe grinned widely, "its real good to see you again.hehe."

"Hi. Sir," Grace forced herself to return the greeting, as she sank to her knees. For a moment she was going to address Joe by his name, but remembered what she had been taught the last time she was in the studio.

Grace obediently got into position on the floor - knees, elbows, arms and open palms all touching the cold floor. The middle-aged Japanese man called Nakamori entered. Grace was in Position Three, a position that signified her absolute submission, almost like a kow-tow but where kow-tow required one's forehead to touch the ground this position only required the lower arms and palms to be flat on the ground but did not require her forehead to be touching the ground. Nakamori preferred this position for his girls as they would still be looking up from him where they are, and he could see their pretty faces, and this position most resembled a puppy crouching on the ground, ready to play with its master.

"Today is your fifth photo shoot, is it not?" Nakamori said to Grace.

"Yes it is Sir," she replied, from her submissive position on the floor.

"Good. You have done well so far Grace. you may get up into kneeling position."

"Yes sir, thank you." Grace lifted up her upper body, but still stayed on her knees, looking up at the older, tall and well-tanned Japanese man who stood in front of her. Royston watched from a short distance away.

Nakamori marveled at how much progress has already been made with the training of the attractive female office executive. With Royston's help, Grace has already been accustomed to taking instructions to get into display positions in private. In time she will grow more and more used to obeying and accepting that displaying her body is part of her duties as a slut. Grace has also learnt that choice of her underwear and what she wears in public is completely dictated by Royston. The notion that she has no control over her attire whatsoever, and that she simply has to wear what she has been told to wear each day would soon become second nature to her.

As Nakamori had done before with several girls, once a girl is used to private display and accepting that she no longer controls the way she dresses and walks, the next stage of training required the girl to learn (usually while dressed in short skirts, or skimpy dresses) to sit with her legs parted - the natural posture of a slut. It starts out with insisting that the girl open her legs and display herself whenever nobody is watching, like in a quiet restaurant, or while seated in a cab, bus, or subway. Again the girl is conditioned to behave and think that her natural state is being exposed and available.

It progresses quickly then to the girl having to give immediate access to her body at all times to her trainer or master. To reinforce this, the girl is usually required to wear a baby-tee or cutoff tank-top which stops just below the breasts, with no bra or with a cord binding the breasts lightly to make them protrude out. The master would make sure to take every opportunity touch and squeeze her tits by putting a hand under her t-shirt or blouse. For the bottom, it could be side-tie panties under a short skirt (or a skirt with a high slit) that the master could untie easily and massage her pussy while seated next to the girl in a restaurant or the bus, hidden by the table cloth or a strategically placed bag. In the earlier stages of this, the master would touch her body only when the girl is confident that there is nobody watching, but this would gradually be carried out more and more openly. If she protests, she will be suitably punished. Once the girl learns the feeling of being accessible and docile at all times, and understands that her body is her master's property for him to use as it pleases him, she is ready to move on.

The fourth stage is when the girl is brought to a secluded but public place. She will be required, upon command, to exhibit herself at this point. Sometimes the girl would be wearing a top that she can easily lift or open to show her tits, while other times it would be a long coat that she would be expected to unzip or unbutton completely, upon request, to reveal provocative slutwear underneath. Nakamori delighted in seeing the expression on many a girl's face as they mentally resist opening up their blouses to expose their naked tits, or lifting up their skirts for him like a cheap whore, knowing there was a definite risk of being observed. So many of Nakamori's girls would demonstrate the great reluctance to comply at this stage, but he found that he would frequently discover them soaking wet between their legs upon inspection. The goal of course, is a slut who would display herself upon command, in private to her master in front of his guests, or in public even in the presence of other people. Nakamori looked forward to the day he would have Grace willingly display herself to his friends at his simple command, and let her body be inspected by his guests without question.

"You look like you want to ask me a question, Grace?"

"Yes, Sir. How many more of these photography sessions do I have to do?"

"Well you've completed the bikini series and have been doing the lingerie series. Today, you are starting on the bondage series, and then you should be done by next week," replied Nakamori.

Grace's mind spun as she tried to process what he meant by 'bondage series', but she had another more urgent question."Why are you taking all these pictures of me, Sir?" she asked timidly.

"We're making your personal photo album, Grace. An insurance policy for us to make sure you complete all your obligations to us. And I'm sure you agree with me, the fact that we have all these pictures of you in various states of undress keeps you on your toes. They keep you obedient. Should you be entertaining any thoughts of running away from us, just bear in mind that your family and friends will all be receiving about two dozen full sized, full color photographs of you in my latest swimwear line," said Nakamori with a smile.

Grace recalled in dismay that some of these bikinis she modeled for him were not much bigger than a postage stamp.

"Uhhhhh." An involuntary cry escaped from Grace's mouth. She almost doubled over in her kneeling position as an overwhelming pulsation surged through her nether regions. Royston had turned on the slim silver vibrator which is still buried in her pussy ! Grace gritted her teeth, trying to fight the tiny oscillations hammering her tender vaginal walls mercilessly at a hundred times per second.

Nakamori continued talking, as if nothing had happened. He said, "I'm sure your father and uncles would have quite a reaction seeing that much of you in their mailbox. And remember that no matter what company you are working for next, just imagine all the men in the company receiving an invitation to join an electronic mailing list where they can subscribe to pictures of Grace in her lingerie, sent to their mailbox every week. One week they'll see you in that alluring translucent babydoll chemise you wore for last week's shoot. Another week it will be you in sexy red garters and sheer lattice bustier. Yet another week it may be this half-cup bra and v-string here."

Joe, with a grin on his face, was holding up a dark red v-string that looked so scanty she might as well not be wearing any panties if she put those on. If she wore this, her pussy lips would be clearly visible around the string which went up her ass. The half-cup bra was literally only going to cover the bottom half of her breasts, with the top of her nipples peeking out.

Grace shook her head in indignation and agony, trying to fight the assault of the vibrator on her pussy. "Why don't you just. you know. just - "

"Fuck you?" Nakamori finished the thought in her mind.

Nakamori laughed, and looked at Joe and Royston, who also joined in the laughter. Grace felt her face burn in shame. Isn't that what they want? She shut her eyes, trying to fight the growing sensation of liquid fire between her legs.

"In time you will realize that me fucking you is your privilege. You will be asking for it, begging for it." Nakamori said matter-of-factly, without any hint of bragging or arrogance.

"Any more questions?" said Nakamori. Grace had her arms folded over her lower abdomen, and was feeling a little off to concentrate on the conversation. The delicious sensations infiltrating the pores of her entire body were starting to get to her.

"No? Good. By the end of today, you would have earned ten thousand in addition to the first ten thousand you had already earned. By the time you finish the final shoot next week, you would have earned another ten thousand."

Grace would have jumped for joy, if not for the fact that she was kneeling on the floor in front of the three men, writhing in forbidden pleasure from the vibrator humming in her pussy, enduring the sexual humiliation. Through her fevered mind, Grace told herself that there is an end to her nightmare in sight now! Though she was forced initially to strip in the first photography session against her will - where she had those disgraceful pictures taken of her in a dog leash and collar, it seems that Royston and Nakamori are keeping their word in her payment. Ten grand by this week and ten more for next week! With thirty grand in her pocket, she would be one step closer to paying off the amount she stole that got her into this mess.

"However," continued Nakamori, "I have taken over the one hundred thousand that Royston had put up for you. So I am your owner now. You will do my will as long as you owe me the one hundred grand."

A soft cry escaped again from Grace, as she felt the pounding rhythms in her pussy multiply. Royston the bastard must have turned up the intensity of the vibrator even higher!

Through the half-daze of fighting the inexorable sensations that continue to pulse through her tense body, she heard Nakamori's voice drone on. "In the next six months, your body is mine to use, at my pleasure. Your body will be mine to offer to anyone to use, at my pleasure. Your body will be used in any manner that they choose, as long as you are not put in any situation of physical danger or permanent harm. For each night, you will earn back one thousand per night. Thirty days a month multiplied by one grand per night, multiplied by six months, that's enough to repay me a hundred, plus eighty grand more extra for yourself. "

"You want me to be a prostitute?" Grace gasped in indignation. Her hands balled up in fists, but they remained on her side. She dared not show any disrespect in front of Nakamori. The last time she did, she had learnt her lesson. Nakamori did not reply immediately but merely watched the beautiful girl, kneeling in front of him.

Grace felt flushed and breathless. In spite of herself, she felt the first tell-tale signs of a dam building up in her nether regions. Her nipples were taut and erect. Her body was bathed in a fine sheen of perspiration, from the effort of staying in control of the wild stimulations threatening to consume her entire being in orgasmic release.

Nakamori replied, "Call it whatever you like. If for some reason after six months you are unable to pay me back the hundred you owe, this album is your auction book. I know a Middle-Eastern trader who is looking to buy fair-skinned petite girls like yourself. You WILL be auctioned off to the highest bidder. With some luck, you'll end up in some rich oil Sheik's camp for sex slaves somewhere in the Sahara."

Grace felt her hands and feet turning cold, as she visualized for a few seconds in her mind what it's like being sold as a slave.

"Well enuff said. Let's go for the shoot," said Nakamori, standing up. "Before we go outdoors though, I want you to orgasm here."

Grace's eyes fluttered open as she hung on the edge. She could feel the dam swelling, and the orgasm approaching.

"Come on Grace. I know you're almost there. If you don't cum in here, I will make you cum outdoors. Be a good girl now and I won't make you go out for the shoot with a vibrator in your pussy. Don't fight it any more. You don't want to cum in public in front of strangers, do you? Girl, you have permission to cum. NOW!"

Grace stifled her cry, as the dam burst. Wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her, as her small body convulsed. With both her fists clenched, Grace rode the crest of the wave of orgasm, her small mouth open in a soft cry. The pleasure showed on her flushed face despite all her efforts to stop spending herself. Finally, her body sapped of energy, she felt herself slumping to the floor. Grace felt utterly disgraced, cumming so wantonly in front of the three men.

- Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 12

Grace's Hard Lessons By Dark Avenger (send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)

Chapter Twelve (MF, humiliation, piercing,public D/s) -

"First stop," said Nakamori, beckoning Grace inside the shop tucked away in the corner of the mall. He had brought Grace to a high-end shopping mall, with numerous fashion boutiques spread out over five luxurious floors, including brand names like Gucci, Hugo Boss, Prada, Chloe, and Lanvin. In the corner of the second floor, there was a small shop selling jewelry.

Grace was wearing a long overcoat. Under the coat, she was wearing a black leather harness that she was made to put on in the photo-studio. When she opened the box that she was given by Joe in the studio, she had let out an audible gasp. It was like a series of leather straps with small metal studs embedded along every inch of its length. It made her think it was a harness for an animal. It took some time to figure out how to put on the leather outfit.

Back in the studio, she had looked at herself in the mirror, and realized that it would be less embarrassing if she were totally naked. The black leather on her fair skin accentuated where the outfit did not cover her, which was more than the area where it did cover her. There were straps which ran diagonally across her chest connecting from two small metal "O" rings on her shoulders near her collarbone, to a another slightly larger "O" ring in the center of her chest. From this ring there were two more leather straps which extended diagonally out below and then converged again at another metal ring over her navel, and then eventually connected downward to the crotch panel. The crotch panel was a diamond shaped piece of leather that barely covered her pussy from the front, but her ass was totally bare on the back. Connecting to the straps across her chest were two small triangular flaps of black leather which were the breast panels. When the breast panels were not tied to the shoulder straps, her tits were on display like she was wearing a cupless bra.

In the shop, Grace felt very uneasy wearing only this leather harness under her coat. Nakamori picked out a silver belly-button stud for her from the display. "We do piercings" was the sign in the display. Grace realized, a little too late, the significance of them coming in here.

"Sir, please. can I not do this?" Grace pleaded with the older man.

Nakamori replied, "The choice is not yours, Grace. Now open your coat so that we can move on."

With some reluctance, Grace opened her coat a little, conscious that the lady shop-owner would be shocked to see the harness that she was wearing on her body - a harness that felt more degrading to wear than being totally naked.

The lady only smiled, and made her sit down on a comfortable chair whose back leaned all the way back. The lady worked efficiently, using a sterilized swab to wipe her belly-button and then marked on her skin two dots. Grace grimaced in pain as she felt the clamp. The lady told her that she was going to count to three. Grace closed her eyes, feeling scared. "Oww." Grace cried. Before she knew it, the lady had already pierced her belly-button. Grace was surprised that the clamp had actually been more painful than the piercing itself.

"Next - I want you to put this on," said Nakamori, as the lady helped Grace out of her chair. Grace was looking at herself in the full length mirror, at her silver belly-button stud. Nakamori had a collar in her hand, much like the one he had her wear in her first photography shoot. Embarrassed as she was, Grace let Nakamori put on the collar for her in the shop. Grace looked quite stunning with high heels, a coat that covered her from head to calf (except for the bared belly-button with a stud), and what looked to most people like a choker around her neck.

At the back of the collar was a metal link but it was partly hidden by her hair. Nakamori took out a very short leash of about three inches, just enough for one to slip the fingers through, and clipped it onto the link. Using this leash, he led Grace out of the shop. Grace felt even more shamed that not only was she forced to wear the leather harness under the coat, and just been pierced without her consent, she was being led around like a dog, with a collar and a leash! She comforted herself saying that the leash was not really visible, and that nobody really knew, besides herself, Nakamori, and Joe, that she was wearing a collar and not a choker. Nakamori of course, just smiled to himself. In time, that leash would become longer and longer, and more obvious to bystanders until one day he would be leading Grace in public with a long leash.

"Alright, where's the first location Joe?" Nakamori asked. While Grace walked slightly ahead of the tall Japanese man, he had one hand on her shoulder, looped through the leash, which he would tug to bring her into step if she moved too far away from them.

"I would like to start of with a series of shots in a location that gives us a sense of motion," said Joe cryptically.

"Motion? You mean like the escalator?" Nakamori enquired. "You want Grace to take off her coat and pose for you on the escalator?"

"Nooo!" Grace tried to turn around, almost dropping to her knees in shock. But Nakamori held firmly to her leash, making her stand up, and look forward, as he himself turned to Joe, ignoring her completely.

Nakamori commented, "That's going to attract too much attention - not in this mall. There are too many people at this time."

Grace felt like dying there and then. She could not be wearing just that impossibly lewd attire that would tell everyone that she was a slut slave, while taking the escalator! Not even for just half a minute. Unconsciously Grace grabbed onto the two sides of the front of her coat tightly.

"Hmm. how about the elevator?" said Joe.

"Yes, that's fine. Let's go," replied Nakamori.

Nakamori led Grace by the leash toward the direction of the elevators.

"Sir, can't we do this at another place where there's less people?" Grace said. She quickly corrected herself, "Where there's NO people around?"

"Why yes, for your third and last location, there won't be any people around."

Knowing it was useless to resist - no, it might even make matters worse if she resisted - Grace relented, and followed docilely. The elevator they were heading to was in the corner of the mall, and less people frequented that area, compared to the escalators which were right there in the open, and starting to get crowded with shoppers.

They arrived at the elevator. Joe started to setup his equipment, putting out his tripod, and then his flash.

Nakamori unhooked the leash from Grace's collar, and beckoned her to stand by the elevator door.

"Relax Grace. after all the photo shoots we've been through, you should be a pro by now," said Nakamori in a half-smile.

Grace did not reply. She stood there, in her long coat, conscious that she was wearing only a slut leather harness underneath.

"Ok, first pose. Stand on the right of the elevator door and face us. Put your right hand over the elevator button as if you are going to press it."

Grace obeyed. Joe took the first photo, his flash bulb going off. He followed with a few more.

"Now, turn around and face the elevator. Unbutton the top three buttons of your coat."

Grace's hands were feeling cold and slightly sweaty from the anxiety, but she followed Joe's instructions.

"Good. I want you to slide the coat off your shoulders, but keep it draped around your elbows. Keep your arms bent."

Grace glanced anxiously at the corridor behind Joe and Nakamori, concerned that some shoppers may inadvertently stumble upon them.

As if anticipating her concern, Nakamori said in a loud voice, "Don't worry, its still early. Not many shoppers around yet. But if you don't hurry, there'll be more people later."

Her fingers trembling, Grace slid off the top of the coat, baring her creamy white shoulders and back. From her front, she was exposing the studded black leather harness that barely covered her upper body with the criss-cross strips of leather. But as she was facing away from Joe's camera, she was 'safe' for now.

Joe was focusing his camera. "I need to see more of your lower back. Unbutton the next button down from the top and lower your coat even more."

Grace unbuttoned the fourth button of the top half of her coat, and saw the new shiny silver stud on her belly- button. The piercing, of which she had no say, reminded her of her new status - that she had no longer had control over her body dressed or acted. "Alright, hold that position, " said Joe as he re-focused his camera.

BING! The elevator door suddenly opened. Grace let out a tiny squeal as she quickly pulled up her coat, simultaneously turning away from the elevator door in panic. There was nobody in the elevator.

Both Joe and Nakamori burst into laughter. Grace felt extremely distressed.

The elevator door closed and the elevator began its descent. Grace watched the floor indicator showing the elevator going down.

"Alright, Grace. That position again." Joe said.

Grace reluctantly faced the elevator door again, and led the coat slide around her shoulders to her elbow, exposing her leather encased bosom to an imaginary observer in front of her.

Joe snapped two shots. "Okay, now turn your head as far right as you can without moving your body."

Joe took another few shots with Grace's side profile of her face, with her exposed back.

Grace would periodically glance at the floor indicator to make sure the elevator door was not going to open unexpectedly again. It would be very humiliating to be caught with her the top of her coat open, and strangers staring at the daring leather costume encasing her upper body.

"Alright, you may button up the top now, and turn around Grace."

Grace turned around, gratefully unbuttoning the top of her coat.

"Now press the elevator button. We will take a few shots of you standing against the open elevator door."

Grace did as instructed. BING! The elevator came and the doors opened.

"Now, stand in the doorway Grace. Put your left arm up against the doorway, and lean your body against it. No, your elbow higher up, I want your head to be leaning on, almost cradled, in your arm. Yes, now give a big smile to the camera."

Nakamori smiled as he saw the sexy pose of the girl leaning against the doorway of the elevator, her left shoulder next to her chin as she looked straight ahead at the camera.

"I want you to lean a little more. Put your feet further away, thrust your hips to the side. Looks like your coat is getting in the way - unbutton the last two buttons of your coat.Try again. yes, that's it. "

Grace was leaning in heavily against the elevator doorway. With the last two buttons of the coat undone, her left hip was thrust out to the side, and to anyone watching it was obvious that the girl was not wearing a skirt or dress, for her inner thigh could be seen through the open front of the bottom of the coat.

"Hang on," Nakamori told Joe, as he stepped toward Grace.

Grace did not move, as Nakamori hiked the open front of the lower half of the coat over her left hip, exposing her entire left leg. Grace did not dare to move from where she was. Nakamori stepped back.

"Nice." Joe crooned, as he continued taking more shots with his camera.

"Okay, you may step forward toward us now Grace. Let the elevator door close. Face the camera now. Stand with your feet apart. No wider. Lift the back of your coat up."

"But - " Grace started to protest.

"No ifs and buts. If you don't follow Joe's orders quickly, I'm going make you do this WITH the elevator door open and with PEOPLE inside the elevator."

Grace had no choice but to comply. Slowly, she lifted up the bottom of her coat.

"Good," said Joe, "now bend forward. more. more. lift it higher. bend more. more"

When Joe was satisfied, Grace realized that she was in had lifted up the bottom of her coat behind her to nearly her waist level, while her chest was bent forward almost perpendicular to her lower body. Joe snapped some pictures. The effect of the picture was that Grace was bending her body forward with her ass thrust back, legs apart, with her hands holding up the bottom of her coat. It looked like she was exhibiting her ass to whoever would be in the elevator when the doors open. Joe considered whether to ask Grace to turn around in the same posture, so that he might snap pictures of what the attractive girl would look like from behind. But by taking the picture from the front, it had the advantage that Grace's face could be captured fully - and her embarrassed look was priceless.

"Good. Now stand up straight. we're almost done here Grace, " said Joe, as he changed the film in his camera.

"Alright, unbutton all the buttons of your coat now. Hold it open, show us what you're wearing underneath."

With great humiliation, Grace followed Joe's orders, realizing that she was completely committed now to relinquishing control of her life to these men, as they had such photographs of her. They had photos of her clad in this slut leather harness and nothing else, under her coat, in a shopping mall. Not only would they have control of her life - they have control over her body. A chill went through her spine, and Grace tried to block out those thoughts in her mind. Nakamori's words echoed in her ears, "In the next six months, your body is mine to use, at my pleasure. Your body will be mine to offer to anyone to use, at my pleasure."

"Marvellous!" cried Joe, as he focused his camera, ready to snap away. Nakamori smiled and nodded in agreement, seeing the lovely female executive exhibiting her full glory wearing only the studded leather harness - the hallmark of a slave - underneath her coat.

Suddenly, around the corner appeared a woman holding a shopping bag in one hand, and holding the hand of a young girl in another. The woman and her daughter were walking to the elevator.

Grace whipped the front of her coat shut. Her face turned a bright red.

"Oops. excuse us." the lady said, leading the girl past Joe and Nakamori, walking toward Grace who was still standing directly in front of the elevator.

Grace turned her body away, feeling embarrassed. She was quite sure that the woman had not seen what she was wearing underneath as she was looking at and talking to her daughter when they came around the corner. The little girl did see her though for a split second before Grace managed to close her coat, but she was probably too young to understand.

As the woman and her daughter stood in front of the elevator waiting for it to arrive, the little girl turned and looked at Grace curiously. "Mommy, why is sister wearing such a big coat?" The woman turned to the little girl, adjusting her clothes and replied, "Well, maybe sister is feeling cold." As she stood up, she smiled at Grace, who managed a weak smile back.

It seemed like an eternity before the elevator arrived, and the woman and the little girl got into the elevator. As the door closed, Joe said, "Quickly Grace. let's get this done before more people decide to wander here."

Unwillingly, Grace opened her coat again. She felt a sharp pang of shame gnawing away on her insides as the flashes from Joe's camera went off, capturing high resolution images of her dressed in the bondage leather harness, her belly-button stud marking her body as someone else's property.

"Let's move on." Nakamori said.

Grace was allowed to button up her coat. Clipping the leash back onto her collar, Nakamori led the girl to the next stop. With Grace wrapped up in a heavy coat indoors, and two men behind her, one carrying a camera and other equipment, there were some stares, as the trio made their way down the escalator to the fourth floor. They walked past a Donna Karan boutique, and stopped outside a lesser known, but nevertheless, brand-name designer store.

Nakamori looked at the mannequin in the store window, wearing a figure-hugging black evening dress. The interesting thing about the dress is that on the right side, starting from the bust right below where the armpit is, all the way to the hip, there were two sets of eyeholes, one set on each side of a wide gap in the garment, which extended all the way vertically down. The garment on both sides of the gap were essentially held in place from falling apart, by a black string that criss-crossed the eyeholes, ending with a butterfly knot at the bottom right where the hip is. It was a very daring dress which would show that its owner was not wearing any bra with a strap, nor any panties, for if she was, the undergarments would be showing through the three-inch wide slit.

Nakamori pointed out the dress to Joe and Grace, and said, "Isn't that lovely?"

Grace felt her hands and feet turning cold even as she was feeling quite warm under her overcoat.

The trio entered the store, and were greeted by two pretty saleswomen. They appeared to know Nakamori, as they greeted him by name.

"Hi hi, I want you all to meet Grace here. She's taken a fancy to that black dress. Could you help her try it on please? I do think she will look gorgeous in it."

Grace dare not say anything as she was ushered toward the changing rooms by one of the salesgirls while the other brought the dress for her.

In the corridor just outside the changing room, Grace told the salesgirls, "Its ok, I don't think I need any help. I can get changed myself."

"Ma'am, Mr Nakamori specifically told us to help you with this dress. You probably need help to put it on," said one of the girls sweetly.

"What's the commotion?" said Nakamori from outside the changing room area. "Joe, go take a look."

Grace bit her lip, as she saw Joe stepping into the changing room area. Looking at the salesgirls' expressions, he already guessed. Joe said, "Grace, you've already modeled so many bikinis and lingerie already for me and Nakamori-san. Modesty is really over-rated, you know?"

Grace hesitated, for she was wearing that black leather harness, complete with metal studs, under her innocent looking trench-coat. What would the salesgirls think of her if they saw her dressed in that?

"Don't worry Ma'am, we are used to it. We help our customers change all the time, especially since some of these dresses could be quite tricky to put on," said the salesgirl whose name tag said her name was Patricia.

Joe had a slight grin on his face as Grace relented, and stepped into the changing room in front of the mirror. Patricia followed her into the changing room, holding onto the evening dress that Grace was to try on. The other salesgirl stood outside, just watching in case she was required to help. Grace regretted making a fuss because now Joe was also hanging outside at the corridor just outside her changing room. He was probably going to watch her change - just to add injury to insult.

Grace slowly unbuttoned her long coat. As she opened her coat, Grace could see the salesgirl Patricia's shocked expression through the mirror. Patricia's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the leather harness which was the only article of clothing covering Grace's body. Patricia quickly closed her mouth when she noticed Grace looking at her through the mirror. Looking at herself in the mirror Grace realized how slutty she looked in the studded leather harness, and felt a twitch of regret mixed with shame striking her heart. This salesgirl could see just how low she was - wearing nothing but these strips of leather only fit for restraining an animal, on her immodest body.

"We haven't got all day Grace," Joe beckoned, appearing in the doorway. Grace's face colored as she hung the coat on the hook. Patricia tried to keep her smile, pretending that all her customers wore this sort of bondage slut costume under their clothes.

Grace started taking off the leather harness in front of Joe, and felt a paroxysm of deep humiliation travel through her body, a second time. Throughout all the photography shoots she's had in Joe's studio, she was always allowed to change in the changing room. And now, because she tried to avoid having the salesgirls from the boutique see her in this downright degrading and exhibitionistic costume, this had backfired on her when Nakamori had ordered Joe to supervise her clothing change. Besides her boyfriend, no man had ever watched her take off all her clothes! This time round, the feeling of shame rushing through her body like an electric shock seemed to have ended in her groin between her legs.

Soon, she was completely naked, feeling totally vulnerable under Joe's hawkish gaze, and in front of the salesgirl. Without so much glancing at herself in the mirror - for she was reluctant to see Joe's facial expression in it as he gazed upon her naked body, Grace picked up the black dress and started to put it on, with Patricia's help. When she was done, Patricia helped her to adjust the garment so that the slit at her bust showed off her fair skin on the side of her bosom, and the slit ran nicely down the lateral side of her slim body.

Grace stepped back from the mirror and looked at herself from head to toe. From the front or rear, it would just look like an elegant black evening dress. From the right hand side of the wearer, the dress was an instant head- turner that screamed for attention - the criss-crossing string bridging the gap between the front and back pieces of the garment highlighted the bare skin of the wearer visible between the three-inch gap. With the gap running from the side of the bust to the hip, it was very conspicuous to anyone around that the owner could not be wearing any bra or panties under the dress. And from the hip down, Grace realized that she was practically showing her entire right leg as she walked. With the front and back pieces of the garment hanging from her hip, this made Grace extremely cautious not to flash her bare ass and pussy accidentally if she took too big a step.

Stepping back from Grace, Patricia went "ooh.", a look of admiration on her face. The other salesgirl was also watching from the entrance to the changing room now. Indeed Grace looked stunning. To complete the look, Joe had her put on a pair of black, four inch stiletto heels. Even the usually serious Nakamori had a huge grin on his tanned face.

Nakamori looked pleased as Grace paraded the dress in front of him. Leaning a little closer and looking at her straight in the eye, he said, "Now Grace, would I have to drag you out with the leash, or do you prefer to walk by yourself?" Grace realized that she did not have a choice but be seen around the mall in this impossibly daring dress. "I'll walk myself, Sir." she replied submissively.

"Excellent. Show me the bottom of your shoe Grace," he told her.

Grace contemplated whether she should take off her stiletto heels to show Nakamori, but realized that's not what he wanted. Remaining standing on one foot, Grace hooked the ankle of her other foot up and back, holding on to it with her hand, lifting up the bottom of her shoe for the man to see. It had the stitched imprint of two little human figures on the leather, engaged in copulation. It was the same shoes she wore to the board room the time she almost orgasmed during her presentation to a group of people.

"Good," Nakamori said, smiling, "what shoes are you wearing?" he said, raising his voice slightly. Grace knew that the salesgirls were within earshot.

"It's the fuck-me shoes, Sir." she said softly. Joe was listening, and had a smile on his face.

"What's that again?" Nakamori said.

Grace forced herself to repeat herself louder this time, her face reddening. "It's the fuck-me shoes, Sir."

"That's right my pet ! " Nakamori said approvingly, "In fact, your whole outfit is saying 'Fuck-Me'" he commented. Joe chuckled at her expense.

Wearing the evening dress and fuck-me shoes, Grace stepped out of the boutique, feeling extremely self- conscious.

"Alright, let's go to our second location," said Nakamori, beaming at the breath-takingly seductive view of Grace from behind, walking gingerly in the revealing black dress and stiletto heels.

TO BE CONTINUED