Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 13

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

The story so far:

Grace is a young, fast-rising career woman who in a moment of weakness, embezzles a sum of money from her company, only to be discovered by her rival and ex-suitor in the office, Royston.

The scheming Royston blackmails and tricks Grace into a series of humiliating acts, including wearing a sheer dress to a client dinner, and photography shoots for a client of Royston's, Mr Nakamori, where she wears nothing more than skimpy bikinis, and lingerie that becomes ever-more titillating and revealing with each shoot. Not satisfied, Royston arranges for Grace to do an office presentation with a vibrator buzzing in her pussy, from which she nearly orgasms in front of important people from her company. When Grace's boss is let in on her secret, he takes the opportunity to rape her.

Royston steps up Grace's humiliation by making her strip in his office, displaying herself in degrading positions, and giving her a facial. On the way to Grace's next photography shoot, Royston makes her take a crowded bus in scanty clothing, resulting in her getting molested. Mr Nakamori and his photographer brings Grace to the shopping mall where she learns new heights to her humiliation and training in public.

Chapter Thirteen (MF, humiliation, public D/s, exhib) -

"Are we taking the escalator or the elevator?" Joe asked Nakamori.

Nakamori replied, "Neither. Since Grace is looking so gorgeous, let's take the main staircase from the mezzanine floor."

Grace felt very nervous as she walked ahead of Nakamori and Joe, periodically turning around to make sure she was walking in the right direction. The last thing she needed was for Nakamori to put on the leash on her collar especially now that her revealing dress was bound to draw a lot of attention to her.

As the two men and Grace made their way to the wide staircase of the shopping mall, Grace could already hear some whispers from other shoppers as they walked past them. "Did you see what that woman was wearing?" a lady in her thirties said in hushed tones to her husband. Grace felt her neck and face grow hot in embarrassment.

Reaching the staircase at the mezzanine, Nakamori instructed Grace to walk down the left side. "We're going to take some photos of you at the fountain Grace, so you might as well get accustomed to the attention. Don't be so shy," Joe said to the nervous girl in a teasing manner. By walking down the left side of the staircase, Grace knew that with the slit on the right side of the dress, her leg and body would be most prominently displayed. Anyone going up or down the staircase with them, or even shoppers on the ground floor or one floor above them could see her if they were looking at the staircase, as it was very centrally located in the concourse of the mall !

Balancing herself on the stiletto heels, and with her left hand on the banister, Grace started to take the staircase down. With each step she took, she would show her entire right leg, for the front piece of the garment was only as wide as her pelvis at the hip level, and tapered down to her knee. Three teenage boys were coming up the staircase and they stopped in their tracks when they saw Grace coming down the staircase. Their mouths open, they stared at this wonderful vision of this lovely fair creature in a revealing black dress, making her way slowly toward them. The boys could not believe their eyes as they stared at her fair naked skin on the side of her bosom, running down to her trim waist and her hip, accentuated only by the criss-crossing string that held the front and back pieces of the sexy garment together.

Grace glanced at them for a second, and knew the spectacle that she presented, and continued her way down the staircase. The teenage boys were staring up and down her dress, and in particular the butterfly knot on her hip. In their mind, they were wondering if the knot was the only thing that prevented the front and back pieces of this sizzling hot dress from falling apart, which in turn was the only thing that was preventing them from gazing upon the naked charms of this stunning chick.

"Excuse us boys, " said Joe as he squeezed his way through the boys, lugging his equipment, "we have a photo-shoot to do." Making his way down the staircase, he grinned as he knew the teenage boys were following them behind.

And so, Grace, Joe and Nakamori made it to the fountain in the concourse at the center of the mall. Grace was glad that there was not too many people around - only a handful scattered here and there. As Joe prepared his camera, Nakamori was already directing Grace to the poses he wanted her in.

Grace shifted uncomfortably, as she realized that while there were only a handful of people around, they were starting to take interest in her photography shoot. Some people were looking or pointing in their direction. Grace was especially cautious on the way she moved. She knew that if the front or rear parts of her dress below her hip moved away from her body too much, she'll be revealing her naked pussy or ass-cheeks to everyone.

By now, a few curious bystanders have walked closer to take a better look. The three teenage boys were there too! Joe focused his camera on his model. "Okay Grace, let's do it. Stand with your feet at shoulder width apart, left shoulder back, toward the fountain, lean your weight on your back foot. Good, turn your right shoulder toward me, yes. Tilt your chin up slightly. Good."

FLASH!

Joe started to snap many photographs. The shoot was on! Grace was in a daze - she could not believe that she was doing this in a public place now.

"Her name is Grace!" said one of the teenage boys excitedly to the other two boys. He had apparently overheard Joe talking to Grace, and was quick to share this new found nugget of information with his friends. Grace felt a twinge of humiliation that not only was she having such titillating and provocative pictures of her taken in a shopping mall, these kids actually now know her name too! What would she do if her colleagues, friends or family saw her now, or found out? Might she say that she had switched jobs to become a model? Even so, what would they think when they see the skimpy clothes, bikinis and lingerie that she modeled in?

FLASH!

Joe continued taking more photos, and had Grace switch poses.

"Wow - look at that dress." Grace overheard someone say. "She's practically naked". Grace tried to ignore the comments and the stares but inside she was feeling humiliated. But she knew that if she did not comply with Nakamori's instructions, he would have something much worse for her.

"Geez," another person in the audience would say, "look at that leg. And that ass." A mother with a little girl who just joined the crowd, quickly covered the little girl's eyes when she realized just how revealing Grace's dress was. A man whispered to another, but just loud enough for Grace to hear, "These models would do anything for money. I wonder if she poses nude. I wouldn't mind seeing her nude photos. hehe." The constant humiliation that Grace felt over the next half an hour soon became a dull feeling, and she just mechanically followed instructions from Joe - she simply did not care anymore, even if she flashed too much ass or accidentally exposed her pussy, she would deserve it, she told herself.

After Joe snapped about fifty photographs of Grace in a variety of sensual and titillating poses, Nakamori decided to move on. By that time, Grace felt exhausted. Physically exhausted from holding her body in certain poses. Mentally exhausted from thinking about whether everyone who saw her in the mall in the revealing dresses thought her a slut, thinking about her lack of underwear and whether she had unwittingly exposed herself, thinking about what she had become. She had willingly or unwillingly paraded herself in a public place, wearing whatever tickles the fancy of her masters. They controlled her every move, removed her right to wear underwear, displayed her, had her pictures taken. Was she still human, or just a pet animal now?

Nakamori and Joe boarded the escalator going up, followed by Grace behind. And right behind her, at a strategic distance away, were the three teenagers, craning their necks to get a better view of this beauty in the revealing dress which had a high-cut slit below.

Next, Nakamori brought them to a sports store. They browsed around for a few minutes, and Grace did not see the three boys. She almost sighed in relief. Finally they have shaken them off!

"Grace I want you to try out this." Said Nakamori, handing her a low-cut sports bra and a pair of really short lycra jogging shorts. "Let's see how you look."

The fitting rooms were unisexual. Grace went to the last fitting room and closed the door. She proceeded to take off her black dress. Due to the tightness of the dress, and the string which secured the front and back pieces together, it took some time for her to take it off. As she put on the jogging shorts, she realized that Nakamori had given her the smallest size possible. It was one of those stretchy lycra shorts that many women would wear for biking or jogging. Wearing it without any panties, one could see the puffy lips of her pussy through the exceptionally tight and thin garment. Next, Grace put on the sports bra. Suddenly she saw a movement from the corner of the eye - at the bottom of the partition separating this fitting room with the adjacent one, there was a two inch gap to the floor, and she saw someone's hand holding a mirror there. A peeping tom! Grace screamed. She quickly put on the sports bra, and opened the door to her fitting room. Looking sheepish, the three boys emerged from the fitting room next to the one she was changing in.

"You perverts! You were peeping at me!" Grace fumed. She was not sure how much they had seen. They had been so quiet in entering the adjacent fitting room that she did not know anybody was in there.

Indeed, the three boys had secretly followed Grace into the sports store. When they saw her enter the fitting room, the temptation was too great to resist. They had quietly piled themselves into the adjacent room, and managed to close the door without any sound. Now, one of the boys usually carried a small mirror with him - being pranksters, the mirror came in useful for reflecting the sun into people's eyes, or spying around the corner to make sure the teacher wasn't coming yet when they were up to their tricks.

Using this mirror, they had observed this sexy beauty changing. When the dress came down Grace's bosom, they had stifled a hiccup of wonder as they saw the whiteness of her skin around collar bones and bare shoulders, and then her fine, pert tits emerging from under the dress. As the dress went further down, there were three very hard cocks as three sets of eyes were glued to the sight of the sexy model's fine pubic hair covering her pussy, and her cute naked ass. Watching Grace pull on the impossibly tight shorts which hugged her crotch, the boys nearly came in their pants. For the three teenagers raging with male hormones, watching Grace changing was the stuff of wet dreams for many, many nights to come.

"What's the commotion? " Nakamori said, as he appeared.

"These perverts were peeping at me!" she pointed accusingly at the guilty looking teenagers.

"Don't be so rude Grace," said Nakamori disapprovingly. Grace was shocked at his reaction.

"It's a compliment that they think you are attractive Grace," continued Nakamori. "Isn't that right gentlemen?"

"Yes, yes. We just thought your dress was so cool." said one of the boys.

"But Sir, they were peeping at me changing!" Grace protested.

"What did I tell you before about this body, pet." Nakamori looked at her with a piercing stare. "I want you to apologise to these gentlemen. This body is no longer yours pet, it is mine. I will let anyone see it as I please. "

Grace knew that it was useless to argue. She was not going to win. Reluctantly she turned to the boys, and snapped, "I'm sorry."

"That's hardly the attitude for expressing apologies, Grace. Come with me." Nakamori grabbed Grace by the wrist and led her to the fitting room. "Come with me gentlemen," he said to the boys, who followed, curious to see what would happen.

"Stand in the fitting room, "Nakamori ordered Grace. She obediently did so.

"Now apologise again. Properly this time."

"I - I'm sorry." Said Grace, this time in a more polite tone.

"Sorry for what?" Nakamori interjected.

"I'm sorry I called you guys perverts. And I'm sorry I said you were peeping at me." Grace said in a hushed tone.

"It's okay!" the boys were beaming, not believing their ears. This gorgeous girl was apologizing to them when they had just peeped at her naked body as she changed!

"Good, now to show you're really sorry, you'll offer them to see your body. I'm giving you a choice. Either ask them if they would like to see you lift up your bra OR you can ask them if they would like to see you pull down your jogging shorts," said Nakamori. The boys' jaws dropped.

"That's not fair!" Grace said defiantly.

"You have a choice to offer them to see your tits or your cunt Grace. If you aren't making the choice, I will let them make the choice for you." Nakamori said.

Grace fumed, and said nothing for ten seconds. Then she said in a barely audible voice, "Would you like to see my tits"?

"Yes, yes!" chorused the boys in unison.

Grace slowly lifted up her sports bra, exposing her fresh, perky breasts to the horny boys who feasted their eyes on them.

"Whoa!" said one boy. "Cool." said another. The boys whistled and cooed in appreciation at the view. Grace felt cheap.

Nakamori said,"Alright gentlemen. We have a busy schedule ahead. If you want to meet Grace again, you can give her manager a call and he can arrange something. Here's his name card. His name is Royston."

The boys took the name card and happily left, chatting to each other excitedly.

"You can change back Grace. This is not particularly the look I want," said Nakamori, "Last stop for the day - the men's toilet."

"What?" Grace could not believe her ears when she heard the location of the final shoot for the day.



Grace was standing inside the men's restroom, in front of the row of standing urinals. Nakamori was at the door of the restroom, lighting up a cigarette. Joe was loading up his camera. Outside the restroom door was a sign that said "Cleaning in progress - do not enter", which Joe had put up. Grace was extremely reluctant to go to this very strange location where she would get pictures of her taken, but was persuaded that nobody would disturb them while the shoot was in progress.

"OK, let's take off the black dress and change to this," said Joe. He held up a pair of red leather wrist wraps with black laces. Handing the wrist wraps to Grace, Joe continued rummaging in his haversack, as if looking for something else.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Grace untied the knot on the side of her dress, and loosened it. Slowly, she shrugged her body out from under the tight fitting dress. She was standing there naked, her silver belly-button stud displayed proudly on her flat navel. Nakamori marveled at how she was still shy about exposing her body to the two of them, even in private. Well, to be accurate, it wasn't a private place, but a semi-public location.

Putting on the red wrist-wraps, she looked magnificent as a slave, totally nude except for garment that covered half of Grace's forearms, from the wrists to midway to her elbows.

"Can you give me the rest of it, now," she said to Joe. Grace's motions were like a little girl who had been inadvertently caught naked - her arms subconsciously went to the front of her bosom to try to block the view to her breasts, while she kept her thighs close together, trying to make the triangle of pubic hair inconspicuous.

"There's nothing else to wear for this shoot," said Joe matter-of-factly.

Grace looked up at him in horror. She had assumed that besides the wrist wraps, there was perhaps another one or two pieces that she had to wear. Now she stood there stark naked, except for the wrist wraps. This only article of clothing on her, merely served to emphasize the nakedness of the rest of her body. It was the perfect look that Joe wanted for the last shoot of the day.

"No! Pleeease. not like this." Grace pleaded. She moved her arm up helplessly, looking at the camera in Joe's hand. Then she moved her hands to her pelvic region. It was as if she could not decide whether to hide her boobs or her pussy from the camera. "Please don't do this Joe. I'll do anything. Not nude pictures. Not in here!"

"That's enough Grace," Nakamori said in a controlled but forceful tone. "No bargaining. Your body is now mine, since you can't pay up the money. I will do whatever I want with it. If you protest further, I'm going to take out the sign on the outside of this door." He sucked on his cigarette, looking at the distressed girl.

To make his threat good, Nakamori placed one hand on the door handle, as if he was going to open the toilet door. His other hand took the cigarette out from his mouth, and he exhaled a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling.

"And guess what are people going to see when they enter this men's toilet?" he said.

Grace's face blanched, as she realized the helplessness of her situation once again.

"That's right. They are going to see a naked slut in the men's toilet."

Shaking her head, Grace pleaded, "No. please. Nakamori-san."

"Be a good girl now. Let Joe take the pictures. It'll be over very quickly. If you drag this on longer, I can't guarantee that some shoppers may start coming into this toilet."

"Grace, stand by the urinal. Put your arms by your side." Joe ordered, focusing his camera.

Grace reluctantly obeyed.

And so, Joe started taking nude pictures of Grace, dressed only in the red wrist wraps, with the row of men's standing urinals in the background. Nakamori was pleased with how the shoot was going, and the pictures he would be anticipating of Grace. While Nakamori was a fashion designer, he had a side-line publishing idol photo books in Japan, Taiwan and Hong Kong. Idol photo books feature a celebrity, usually an actress, adult-video actress, singer, TV personality, or could be also be a yet-unknown starlet or wannabe celebrity. The model can be posed nude, in a bikini, or in regular clothes. He specialized in a subcategory of idol photo books called the "hair nude shashin-shu" which are nude photo books that expose the pubic hair of the idol being featured. He would make Grace into a fine arts subject yet.

Suddenly, the toilet door swung wide open. A big burly man with a hairy face walked in. He froze in his tracks, as he first saw Joe with the camera, Nakamori standing near the door looking at him, and then finally his eyes laid upon the strange sight of a naked girl standing there. What's this young beauty doing in the men's toilet?!

"Chikuso! Some people can't read signs." Nakamori swore under his breath.

Grace quickly squatted down, her arms covering her chest, her head down, staring at the floor. She wished she could curl up into a fetal position. This stranger was staring at her naked body ! She tried to hide her private parts from his lustful eyes.

"Oops, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt something?" the burly man said, his eyes still fixated upon the naked feminine charms of the girl displayed in front of him.

"Its alright, " said Nakamori, who appeared relaxed. Joe did not say anything, but merely turned his attention to his camera, fiddling with its settings.

The man took a few more tentative steps, toward the standing urinal. His eyes searched the faces of the other two men in the toilet, trying to figure out what was going on. Nevertheless, he had some urgent business to take care of, so his hands proceeded to unbuckle his belt as he stood facing the urinal. As he pulled down his zipper, his attention turned toward the sight of Grace in the squatting position - this pretty young lady was naked, save for the pair of striking red things she wore on her fore-arms, which merely served to emphasize the lack of clothing on the rest of her slim body.

"We're just doing a promotional shoot for one of our new starlets," added Nakamori. "Grace here is a soft-porn actress. She will be launching her own calendar showing off her nude body."

Grace felt utterly humiliated by Nakamori's biting words in front of the stranger. She could feel the man's eyes boring into her, scanning her naked body which she is displaying here in the men's toilet, judging her, thinking of her as a porn star being fucked by various men.

"Wow. that's cool," the burly man grinned, nodding at Grace who refused to look at him. "She's hot," he stated unabashedly, to Nakamori and Joe, as he started relieving himself. "But her tits are a bit small," he added.

Grace felt her ears turning hot. She was being discussed as if she was not there. She continued staring at the floor as she heard the steady trickling of the man's urine.

Nakamori took another puff of his cigarette, and replied, "Well, though she's got small tits, you should see her go when she's having sex. She may look shy and coy, but don't let that fool you. She's tried four cocks recently, and you should have seen how she much she loved it. Especially when she's cumming, hard."

Anguish and humiliation were written all over Grace's face as she recalled the meaning of the four beads on the anklet she was wearing - each one signifying one man who had used her. And how she had forced orgasms that morning in front of Nakamori and Joe.

"Cool man!" said the man, who was peering at Grace now with much interest as he continued urinating.

Finally the trickling sound stopped. The man zipped himself up and the flush activated. The man walked to the washbasin and washed his hands. "She looks kinda shy to be a porn star," the man said.

"Like I said, she's new," said Nakamori.

"What's her full name again?" said the man, eyeing at the girl who remained fairly still in her squatting position.

Grace looked up at Nakamori with a pleading look, shaking her head.

"Well, just Grace for now. We haven't decided what name to market her under, you know."

"Can I take another look at her?"

Nakamori looked like he was a little caught by surprise. But he replied, "Yes, of course. We are trying to promote her after all."

Turning toward the distraught Grace, he said, "Grace, could you stand up for this gentleman please?". "He could be buying your video and calendar in the future you know. And you would want him to remember your name right?" Nakamori said with an edge in his voice - Grace knew that if she did not follow his instructions, Nakamori would probably tell him her full name !

Bearing the terrible humiliation - and this was to a level she has never felt before in her entire life - Grace stood up slowly, exhibiting her body to this man she had never met before. To her utmost shame, she knew that her nipples were hard and pointed, from the cool air in the toilet.

She heard an intake of air from her burly admirer, who was standing at least two heads taller than she was. His eyes moved up and down her petite, slim body lustily, pausing to stare at the fine triangle of soft downy pubic hair.

"Turn around Grace," instructed Nakamori. As Grace started to do so, Joe quietly held up his camera, as he saw the opportunity coming.

With much hesitation, and her arms close to her body, trying in vain to cover up her exposed parts, Grace turned slowly around. "Sweeet ! " the big man exclaimed.

FLASH! Joe snapped a photograph of Grace's nude body from behind, capturing her naked ass, as she displayed it for the stranger to see. Grace felt even more pained than she already was, knowing this degrading moment had been captured on film.

"Alright, we have a busy schedule ahead, so if you don't mind," said Nakamori to the burly man.

"Oh, sure. thanks ! " the man said. On the way out of the toilet, he looked back twice at Grace.

As the door swung shut, Grace felt tears welling up in her eyes.

"Alright, we're done with the shoot today." Joe announced, after he snapped a few last shots. Nakamori walked over to Grace and patted her on the head. "You did well pet. Why don't you get changed now."

Joe handed Grace a casual, tight-fitting baby-tee, and short skirt which Grace gratefully put on. She did not even think about underwear.



Author's note: For pictures illustrating what Grace had to wear in the mall, please email darkavenger at tokyo.com

- - Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 14

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

Chapter Fourteen (mF, humiliation,exhib) -

It was the next morning. With some trepidation, Grace got out of her bed upon hearing the chime of the doorbell.

The previous night, when she returned back to her hotel room, she had realized that all her clothes had been removed from her wardrobe, including her sleeping clothes. In their place was a single nightgown. There was a piece of paper and an instruction on the paper that her office clothes for the next day would only be delivered in the morning, and that she had to go to bed dressed only in the nightgown, and to answer the door the next morning only in the nightgown. Grace wondered what devilish scheme Royston had hatched now, as usually her clothes that she was to wear for a given day would have been delivered to her room the night before. Examining the sleeping gown, she could guess. The gown went to a few inches above her knees, which was fine. But it was white and the material was light and thin, to the extent that it was translucent. When she tried it on and looked at herself in the mirror, her skin was visible under the diaphanous material, and the darker color of her nipples were very clearly visible.

It was this very nightgown this morning which she had on her, as she went to open the door of her hotel room. Looking through the peep-hole, she saw the bellboy standing outside the corridor, the same one who had been delivering her clothes every day. Taking in a deep breath to brace herself, she unlocked the door and opened it.

"Good morning, Miss - " the bellboy stopped short in mid-sentence, his eyes mesmerized by the sight of the attractive young lady in the see-through sleeping gown.

Grace quickly invited him into the room to avoid anyone else seeing her in the gown. The bellboy brought in a suiter and paper bag, hanging the suiter on the door to her wardrobe, and handing over the paper bag to Grace.

"There's this envelope too, Miss" said the bellboy. Grace noticed for the first time that his name tag said Steve. Grace's face felt a little hot as she also noticed that he bellboy, who was in his late teens, was staring at her chest.

Indeed, Steve could not stop himself from staring at the pointy nipples poking out through the front of her white nightgown.

Grace read the note in the envelope. The instructions told her that there were three sets of g-strings in the paper bag, and she was to try out all three in front of the bellboy and let him choose which one she would wear to the office today. Again, there was a warning that failure to comply would result in "consequences".

Grace looked up at Steve. He only smiled. Grace had hoped that he was going to leave after handing over the stuff to her, but her hopes were dashed when he remained standing there. He was expecting something - and it wasn't just a tip.

Taking the paper bag into the bathroom, Grace locked the door, and emptied the contents. There was a purple g-string, a pink g-string and a blue g-string. She decided to go first with the blue g-string. As she pulled it up to her hips, Grace realized that the bra was not in the paper bag. Opening the door slightly, she peered out, and saw Steve waiting expectantly outside. "Umm. Steve, where is the bra that goes with the panties?"

"Oh. Everything is in the bag and suiter. There is nothing else. Do you want me to look in the suiter?"

"Um. sure." replied Grace, keeping the door slightly ajar.

"Sorry, there's no bra in here either."

"Alright, nevermind" replied Grace, as she closed the door and locked it. "Damn it." muttered Grace. It was one of those days she was not given a bra to wear. The last occasion was on the day she had to take the public bus to the photography studio with Royston, and then go to the shopping mall. She didn't have to go to the office that day though - it felt a lot weirder when she was bra-less in the office where she knew everybody and everybody knew her, quite unlike in a public place where nobody knew who she was.

Still she wasn't going to model the g-string in front of the bellboy wearing nothing else under her translucent nightgown. Picking up the bra that she wore yesterday, she put that on. Rather than having to lift up her nightgown to let Steve see her g-string, she chose to take off the gown completely.

Finally, Grace opened the bathroom door, and stepped out. Steve was sitting down on the side of her bed - uninvited !

His grin was from ear-to-ear as he watched Grace walking barefeet across the room to a spot about six or seven feet away from him. Steve thought, "Awesome! This is SO much better than the last time!" Indeed, the previous week, Grace had to model her office clothes for him to choose the top and the bottom pieces that she was to wear to work. This time round, she was clad only in bra and panties!

Grace stood in front of him, looking at him directly with a hint of annoyance in her eyes, but Steve was too busy staring to care. His eyes took in her supple skin on her lean frame, traveling up her flat stomach and sexy navel stud, to her perky bra-encased tits, prominent collar bones, and then down again to the g-string she was wearing and the bare legs. Very quickly, his grin had turned into the slightly open mouth of a dumbstruck school-boy, as it dawned upon him this sexy female body was standing so closely to him, clad in only her undies!

"Well?" said Grace, with a slight impatient edge to her voice. While the feeling of humiliation was still there, since she had no choice but to pose for this guy who was years younger than her; for some reason, she did not feel the same feeling of vulnerability, and fear of exposure, as before. Perhaps her experience at the shopping mall had been worse that she was now numb to this. Back there, Nakamori had her pose first in a most degrading leather harness, model a revealing evening dress in a very public location with so many bystanders, show her breasts to a bunch of pesky boys, and finally pose nude in the men's toilet. This is relatively safe now for her in her hotel room, with only one person that would see her in this state of undress.

"Can I show you the next one now?" Grace said. Steve swallowed, as his mind started to process the interruption to his overwhelmed sense of sight. His eyes darted up from the front of her g-string to meet her eyes. Finding his tongue, he said, "Very nice. ". Grinning again, he said, "Could you turn around so I could see the back?"

Grace slowly turned around, enduring the humiliation of having to do this in front of the bellboy, knowing he was enjoying seeing her in the g-string.

As Grace turned around to show Steve her ass, Steve's eyes nearly popped out from his head. He felt his cock growing uncomfortably hard in his pants. Grace's ass was almost completely bare for him to see! There was only a very narrow strip of cloth, not more than half an inch across, that covered the crack of her ass - and he was sure from behind he could already see the fuzz of her pubic hair peeking in her crotch with only that tiny strip covering her pussy. "Shit." he muttered, not believing the amazing view he was getting.

Grace turned around to face him again. "Alright, I'm going to change to the next one," she said, and walked back to the bathroom, and shut the door. She could feel herself getting flustered. Her neck was feeling hot with embarrassment and anger from having this guy stare at her while she paraded around like a cheap slut. Grace told herself, just get it over and done with.

She took off the blue g-string and picked up the pink g-string. Just as she was about to put it on, Grace noticed that the crotch area of the panel, right over where her pussy would be, had a tiny spot which was slightly darker in color than the rest of the material. What is it? She touched it with her finger, but couldn't decide why it was like that. It couldn't be a defect in the garment could it?

A minute later, Grace came out again, wearing the pink g-string. Returning to the spot in front of Steve, she turned her body a few times, holding it there for a few seconds each time. She noticed that Steve's eyebrows was really raised high now, as she pirouetted for him, showing him the front and back of the g-string. Unlike the previous one which had a very narrow strip as the back panel, this one literally had a string starting from roughly the halfway mark between where her pussy and anus was. This string separated Grace's ass cheeks and left nothing else to the imagination.

Grace turned back to face Steve, and asked him, "Well?". Then she saw. To her horror, Steve had a huge tent in his pants as he sat there on her bed. He was sporting a full hard-on.

"Very very good." said Steve, as he mustered a few feeble claps, not noticing the expression on Grace's face, as he was still staring at how well the underwear hugged her pelvic area, showing yet hiding every curve and crevice.

"Can I show you the last one now?" said Grace.

"No wait. not so fast." said Steve.

Grace paused in her tracks. She wasn't expecting him to take control. Wait a minute. He's not taking control. He's just objecting, she told herself.

Steve grinned, seemingly still oblivious to the huge tent in his pants and the embarrassment he was causing to Grace who tried to avoid looking at it.

"Stand there and face me," he said. Grace crossed her arms defensively, facing him directly but with her weight on one leg, trying to come across that standing in front of a guy she hardly new in only underwear was an everyday thing for her.

"I think you need to wear it higher." Steve said.

"What?"

"I said I think you need to wear it higher." Steve repeated.

"No, it's right." Grace said.

"No, wear it higher." Steve stressed.

Grace pulled the top of her g-string slightly higher up her hips. She could see the look of lust on Steve's face now.

Steve on the other hand was staring intently at her crotch as Grace pulled her g-string higher. Perfect! He could see the camel-toe now - the shape of her pussy lips !

"Oh my god," said Grace, as she saw Steve adjust the bulge in his pants with his hand. She suddenly realized what the spot on her g-string was. The spot which was right over where her pussy is at the moment. It was his pre-cum!

Before Steve brought the g-strings to her room, he had been examining them in his own privacy. Knowing that she was going to be trying on the different g-strings, he had masturbated and rubbed his cock with the panties. Poking the tip of his hard cock into the crotch area of the three pairs of the underwear where he thought Grace's pussy would be in half an hour, he had gotten his pre-cum there. The spot was darker pink because the material was slightly damp from the pre-cum that came from touching the tip of his erect cock.

"You pervert!" Grace strode off into the bathroom.

Grace picked up the blue g-string that she had just worn a few moments ago. It had the same spot, but she didn't see it the first time as blue was a darker color. She picked up the third and last g-string, the purple one. Yes, this also had a tiny damp spot. Grace was annoyed that she had worn two pairs of panties in the last five minutes with some guy's pre-cum smeared right over where her pussy was. Taking a towel from the rack, Grace wet it with tap water, and proceeded to wipe off the crotch area of the purple g-string. Suddenly remembering that one could get pregnant from pre-cum, she also used some wet tissue paper to gently wipe her pussy lips.

Picking up the purple g-string, she realized that there was now a large damp spot because she wiped it. She put on the g-string, unlocked the door and stepped out for her final catwalk.

Like the second g-string, the purple g-string was basically a string behind, but this came with a little heart shape trinket that linked to the waist string. The pink g-string though, looked tinier in the area it covered, than the purple from the front. After making Grace turn her body a few rounds in front of him, Steve looked like he was still undecided about which of the three he would pick for Grace to wear.

"Please decide quickly, I don't want to be late for work, or I'll get into trouble," pleaded Grace.

"Well change back to the pink one. And if you don't want to be late, you can save some time by changing in front of me," said Steve.

"What?" said Grace incredulously. Then she saw the note lying on the bed next to Steve. Shit, he read the note!

The note did say that Grace was to change in front of the bellboy. Grace's heart sank, as she realized she was once again made to perform an act of immodesty.

Steve felt his mouth water as Grace's fingers slowly hooked under the waist string of her panties, and pulled it gently down. It was like a slow-motion picture as the tiny garment revealed the top of her pubic hair, and then all of the magnificence of her pubic area was unveiled to him with the purple g-string strung around her upper thighs like the petals of a flower inviting the admirer to come closer up to the center. Then her fingers hooked it down to the knees, as she bent forward to do this. The rolled-up panties hung forlornly at half-mast for an instant, before she lifted one ankle off the ground, and using the same fingers to hold on to the panties, one leg slid up through the underwear to free her ankle, with her knee bending inward to protect her modesty. Then she repeated with the other leg, and the g-string was off totally.

Grace did not stop to look at Steve, who was very much enjoying the view of her naked bottom half. She quickly picked up the pink g-string and put it on. Grace pulled the undies up quickly to her hip so that she could minimize the amount of time her pussy was exposed to Steve's eyes. Then she suddenly remembered that she had not wiped the crotch of the g-string after realizing that Steve had masturbated in it and rubbed his pre-cum into the crotch area. Too late!

Grace stood there, her face flushed.

"Marvellous! Let's go for the pink one!" he said.

"Thank you Sir, " Grace said absent-mindedly, walking toward the suiter to fetch the office clothes she would wear. She realized that she had called him Sir! He was supposed to address her as Miss or Ma'am as she was a hotel guest!

"You're welcome Grace," said Steve. Obviously reluctant to leave, he excused himself, as he had spent too much time delivering the stuff to her room already. Grace was elated to see him leave of course, so that she could wash-up and prepare to go to work.

Half an hour later, Grace was standing in front of the mirror in her room, in a black v-cut jacket, and short black skirt, her make-up applied. If Grace tried to bend forward as much as forty-five degrees, a person sitting on her bed could see her pink g-string - that was how short the skirt was. And there was no bra. AND no top! Just a jacket. Grace could hardly believe it. It was like she was one of the models on the Fashion TV channel - one of the models on the catwalk who would wear a daring low-cut jacket - and nothing else underneath. How could Royston make her go to the office wearing this?

Knowing it was useless to sigh, Grace left her room to go to work.

Unknown to her, only two minutes after Grace left, Steve came back into her room, and entered her bathroom. Picking up the panties and bra that Grace was wearing the day before, he inhaled deeply. Steve dropped his pants, and his already hard cock grew fully erect as he recalled the fresh images of Grace posing in the various g-strings in front of him. Stroking his hard cock, he then picked up the blue g-string and purple g-string. These lucky undies were just next to her pussy recently! Sniffing it madly, he picked up the pace of his hand working his schlong. "You smell nice, Grace. Your pussy smells sooo nice. Ohhh Gawd." The bellboy quickly grabbed the bottle of bathing lotion on the bath-tub and opened it. The mental image of Grace's little ass in that pink g-string and her little dance as she peeled off her panties to show him his pussy pushed him off the edge.

"AHHHHHH.FFUUCK!" he cried as he ejaculated, aiming into the bottle. "Fuck." Steve swore as his sperm came out in truckloads, courtesy of Grace. Moments later, he capped it back, wiped off the remnants with the g-strings, and placed the bathing lotion back on the bath-tub. Steve would get excited much of the day thinking about how Grace would be rubbing his cum all over her body when she returned that night and showered, thinking the milky-white viscous liquid was just the bathing lotion.



Grace and Royston were in a posh office tower about twenty minutes away from their office. She and Royston, who was smartly dressed in a business suit, were waiting for the elevator to bring them to a client's office for their eleven o'clock appointment.

Grace was dressed in a deep v-cut jacket. Her eyeshadow was dark, and her eyeliner and mascara heavily applied, giving her the smouldering eyes look. She felt like she was one of those Valentino models in the female glamor magazines - those wearing office clothes that ordinary people would never ever wear to work. Under the v-cut jacket, she was not wearing a top, and not wearing a bra. Ordinary people never look like this going to work, only those models in those ads. Yet she was dressed like this because she had to - these were the clothes that were delivered to her hotel room that morning by the bellboy.

"Now, you've met Mr Sorag last year before," said Royston to Grace.

Grace nodded in reply, "Yes I have." In one arm, Grace carried a document folder, while Royston carried his briefcase.

"Good. I think he likes you, since he asked about you. That's why I am bringing you for this deal. Here, why don't you carry this too."

Royston handed her his briefcase, in addition to the folder she was already carrying. Grace had both her hands full as the duo stepped into the elevator which had just arrived. It seems clear to her that Royston did not bring her to this meeting to talk, but just to look pretty.

As she watched the floor indicator going up, Grace felt Royston's hand under her jacket. Instinctively she wanted to pull-back, but stopped herself, knowing the consequences if she disobeyed Royston's instruction that her tits were to be available at all times when she was with him and nobody was watching.

Grace felt her nipples stiffen between Royston's thumb and forefinger. A shiver of unbidden pleasure traveled down her spine like an electric jolt as her realization at her own helplessness struck her. There she was standing in the elevator, allowing her colleague to roll her nipples with his fingers, as if it was as normal as them just having a conversation in the elevator.

"Oh wait, even better." Royston rummaged in Grace's purse, and found her lipstick. Shifting himself to stand behind her, he lifted the back of her jacket up.

"What are you doing?" Grace protested in a panic.

"Don't move," replied Royston.

Through the reflection of the mirror in the elevator, Grace could see Royston using the lipstick to write on her back.

First it was the letter S.

Royston started to talk to her, as he went on to the next letter. "This time round when you meet Mr Sorag, I want you to flirt with him."

The lipstick continued writing. it was a L next.

Royston said, "Smile at him every time he looks at you. Wink, touch your hair, bat your lashes, whatever."

Then a U.

"If I don't feel you doing your best to flirt with him, I will be switching on that vibrator in your pussy," Royston commented.

Then a T.

SLUT. In big letters on her bare back. Royston then let the jacket drop back down. Just in time.

"Twenty-second floor", the disembodied female voice that was the elevator announced the arrival of the floor they were going to. The doors opened, directly into a brightly lit reception area.

As Grace walked into the client's office, carrying Royston's briefcase, the document folder, not to mention her purse, she felt that she had really become Royston's personal assistant. No, it was worse, she told herself. She was much lower than a personal assistant.

The client they were meeting, Mr Sorag was already waiting at the reception for them. Mr Sorag exchanged greetings with Royston, then turned his attention to his young, pretty companion.

"Grace! Very nice to see you again!" the portly Thai businessman said.

"Yes, my pleasure to see you again Mr Sorag," said Grace effusively.

"I like your new look!" proclaimed Mr Sorag. As she shook hands with him, she gave him a big warm smile, remembering Royston's threat. Simultaneously, she felt a sense of disgust with herself, that she had the words SLUT spelt in big caps on her back.

Walking from the reception to the meeting room, Grace and Royston walked past several people. They both smiled at everyone of course. Even if it were hidden from view below her clothes, she felt as if everyone could see the accusing title emblazoned on her back, spelling out her new status in life.

Sitting down in the meeting room, Grace felt no better.

Grace crossed her legs under the glass table, noticing how Mr Sorag at once glanced at her legs for a split second before turning his attention to the proposal that Royston had placed in front of him. Each time Mr Sorag client looked at her, she imagined that he could see the underwear she was wearing or not wearing. Perhaps it had to do with the events of the morning when she found herself, to her shame, having to pose in her underwear for the bellboy.

For the rest of the meeting, Royston would turn on the vibrator when he felt she was not trying hard enough to flirt with Mr Sorag, like he told her too. The first time Royston turned it on, she quickly crossed her legs, afraid that Mr Sorag would hear the buzzing noise that she could hear. Upon crossing her legs, she realized that the sensation was even more intense. Luckily it was only for a few seconds, for when she caught Mr Sorag's attention, she had quickly flashed him a cryptic smile, and immediately Royston had turned it off. The second time the vibrator turned on, Grace leaned forward, breathing in deeply, and Mr Sorag immediately looked at her. Again the vibrator stopped as she realized that by leaning forward, her jacket was falling forward slightly, showing a little cleavage. The third time the vibrator went on, Grace's legs were crossed.

Grace was thinking - what the hell does Royston want? When her legs were uncrossed, he turned the vibrator on! Now does he want her to uncross them? Oh god, the vibrations just feel so much more intense with her legs crossed - Grace uncrossed her legs slowly, looking straight at Mr Sorag, feeling a little contradicted as to whether she was hoping to catch his attention or not. It did. As his eyes moved to look into hers, she tried to add on to what Royston just said in his sales pitch. "We can offer you much more than other companies can, Mr Sorag," Grace said, trying not to squirm in her seat from the maddening sensation emanating from her crotch.

Grace could feel her body starting to betray her. Her pussy was like a velvet glove snuggly fitted around the smooth vibrating object, which was buzzing like mad. As an instinctive response to the rapid vibrations, the heady feeling of sexual arousal was swelling in her pubic region as blood flowed to her young reproductive organs. Her breathing became shallow and fast. Tiny tremors were starting to emerge from the depths of her vagina walls in some kind of echo response to the object vibrating away gleefully in her drenched cunt. She felt her face flush slightly, as she prayed that this little show of her bare legs had met with Royston's approval and that he would turn off the vibrator.

Mr Sorag appeared to be considering what Grace had just said. Then he flashed a smile in return, and said, "Yes, I hope so."

Grace smiled back, and inside she had felt a perplexing mix of two emotions. First she heaved a silent sigh of relief as the vibrator in her pussy died down. At the same time, she felt a sense of self-loathing, remembering the word SLUT written in lipstick on her back as she flirted with Mr Sorag.

Royston smiled too, and added, "If there are any details which you would like us to explain to you again Mr Sorag, I'm sure Grace would be more than happy to do that over drinks with you. Won't you Grace?"

Grace replied with her sweetest smile, "It would be my pleasure to, Mr Sorag."

"Excellent! We'll be in touch," said the Thai businessman, concluding the meeting.

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Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 15

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

Chapter Fifteen (MF, humiliation, toy, toilet training) -

It was two weeks later, in the office.

"Thanks Grace," said George.

Grace was carrying a stack of five binders in her arms, as she walked beside George. What made this more eye-catching was her spectacularly short and tight skirt, extremely tall heels, and the fact that George had only recently joined the company at the most junior level in the accounting department, and Grace, being more senior in the organization than George, was carrying HIS files.

It was a busy period for the accounting department this month, and somehow Royston have had a casual conversation with one of the accounting managers in the elevator and learnt that they were really short-handed because one of their part-time staff had taken maternity leave. And so, Royston had volunteered Grace to go help out in the accounting department every morning. And because she knew nothing about accounting, she could only help in the most mundane of tasks, such as moving files, retrieving documents from the office library, and photocopying- menial office chores. Specifically, Royston had suggested to the accounting manager to have Grace support George. Royston knew that this change of status would humiliate Grace further - she would be treated like an office assistant, and office assistants were typically paid lower than the secretaries, if this was a reflection of the pecking order in the company.

As they walked past a couple of female co-workers, Grace could not help but notice that there was some giggling and sniggers. Grace hid her face behind the files she was carrying, and could only ignore them and swallow her pride. The office gossip was that Grace was trying to seduce the younger George by carrying his files and helping him with all these administrative chores. In the meantime, George seemed oblivious to the attention that they were getting whenever the two of them were seen together - he was too preoccupied paying attention to his attractive colleague.

George watched Grace arrange the files on the large table near his cubicle, and shelving them in the overhead cabinet. Each time she stretched up to reach the overhead cabinet, and each time she bent down to retrieve blank paper from the low cabinet to refill the photocopier, George would unconsciously find himself glancing at her. She was wearing ultra-sheer black pantyhose today - and George found himself wondering if it was pantyhose or stockings. If she leaned a bit further, he was sure he would have spotted the top of her stockings.

His lusty thoughts aside, he did offer his help to her a couple of times when he saw her struggling with a heavy box of files or trying to load the photocopier. But each time Grace had refused his help. She told George that Royston forbade it, and that "it's a lesson" to her. George had the feeling that somehow, Grace was concerned that Royston would be mad if he found out that Grace had let George help her with her work.

George didn't quite understand it, but he remembered that there was something strange about the relationship between Grace and Royston. Ever since the day George witnessed Grace sucking Royston's cock, and then had the fortune of cumming into her small hand, wrapped around his spasming cock, George has been beating off every day and night recalling those sexy images.

Sometimes he would get so excited just watching Grace walking around the office in her ultra short skirts and revealing blouses. He would imagine himself going to her cubicle, taking out his cock and making it hard while standing behind her. Then he would move in front of her, in front of her face, and see the shock on her face, as she saw what he wanted her to do, at seeing his erect cock. He would hold the back of her head, and she would know she has to give him what he wanted. He would move in, and he can see she's almost frightened, and struggling a little. He would brush her lips with his fully erect cock, push it all the way in, past her lips, all the way in. He would fuck her mouth, and shoot off; shoot his dirty cum down the back of her throat, making Grace lick his cock clean. After living that fantasy in his head, he just had to go to the restroom and shut himself in the cubicle. With a few quick strokes, he would end up with streams of jism on the bathroom walls.

Now with an incredible stroke of luck, Grace has been assigned to his department, George thought. So he could watch his princess in the flesh, the whole day. It was difficult for him to concentrate on his work with her walking around him, being busy. Just then, George realized that Grace had caught him glancing at her.

"Those are very nice.um." George started to say. Grace had looked up, and caught George staring at her panty-hose clad legs. ".um. shoes," George finished his sentence, a little embarrassed, feeling like a schoolboy who had been caught staring at his pretty teacher's legs.

Indeed, those heels - they looked like they were five or six inches high, which were incredibly tall given Grace's petite frame. Grace looked a little surprised, but quickly said, "Thank you." flashing a little smile, before returning to her work. George thought she looked a little uncomfortable discussing her heels, so he decided not to ask her how many inches they were.

As he peered at Grace bending forward in her short skirt to retrieve the files from the cabinet, her breasts straining against the tight blouse she was wearing, his cock grew hard. Damnit - get back to work, he chided himself. Absent-mindedly, he noticed the anklet that she was wearing had a couple more beads than when he last saw it.



It was after lunch hour, and Grace was walking along the corridor in the office. Ming, the girl from Mr Ko's department who had a beautiful head of long, straight hair, happened to be walking in the corridor in the opposite direction, when Grace stumbled. Ming quickly went over to help the smaller girl.

"Are you alright Grace?" said Ming, holding Grace's arm to steady her. Ming noticed that Grace's jacket was buttoned up almost fully, up to the one just below her collar.

Grace looked up at Ming. "Yes - yes. I'm. fine. thanks." she replied, finding it hard to speak.

Unbeknownst to Ming, Grace had a vibrator in her pussy as she spoke. It was secured tightly against her vulva and clitoris by her panties. It was a new model that Royston got from Nakamori just to try out on Grace. Where most wearable vibrators focus on the clitoris, this model boasted a powerful vaginal stimulator with a realistically contoured shaft made of a rigid jelly material. This shaft was penetrating Grace all the time she wore her panties, whether she was sitting, or standing or walking. There were also a few versions of this special vibrator. One version had a shorter, two-inch shaft made of softer jelly, to enable the wearer to be able to walk or sit normally without feeling a thing, if the vibrator was not on. Royston had selected for Grace the other version - with the three-and-the-half-inch contoured shaft made of harder jelly, so that she could always definitely feel it filling her.

To top it off, the vibrator had an additional nub for simultaneous clitoral pressure. The tight pantyhose she was wearing further restrained the nub from moving away from the spot where Royston had positioned it - right against the tiny swell of her vulnerable clitoris. A wire from the vibrator led to a small silver plastic box unit clipped to the waistband of her panties. This unit was actually the wireless receiver to the remote controller which Royston kept. It magnified the range which he could control the vibrator remotely. From halfway around the other side of the office, he could turn on and off the vibrator which he had strapped against Grace's private parts, even if she was not in the line of sight. Besides turning it on and off, he could even vary the speed and intensity of the vibration by six different levels.

Grace had stumbled because moments before, Royston had just activated the remote-controlled vibrator, as she was walking. Grace attempted to cover up her shameful secret, by telling Ming that she was just careless with her new shoes. All this time as she conversed with the pretty Ming, Grace could feel the strong impulses of the sex toy purring relentlessly in her crotch. Ming said, "Ok, walk slowly then, you don't want to sprain your ankle," she said sweetly, "It is the highest heels I have seen you wear Grace. and probably the highest in the office." Ming smiled at her before she walked away, just as Grace felt the impulses reach a new level of ferocity that she could not walk. Holding onto the wall for support, Grace stood there for a full minute before the vibrations slowed down again to a purr. Grace could feel her juices leaking out from her crack now, crawling down her inner thighs.

Grace continued her way, slowly, as the vibrations wreaked havoc in her nether regions. She must fight it! Grace told herself. She refused to be beaten by Royston. Her nipples had grown hard and erect over the last minute, and their tautness seem not to subside as she tried her best to ignore the feelings washing over her, forcing herself to walk back to her cubicle. The material of the jacket rubbed against her naked nipples and exposed skin of her breasts as she walked.

Just ten minutes ago, she had been in Royston's office to report on what she had done for George that morning. Royston had made her take off her blouse and her bra - he had used her lipstick to write on the front of her white blouse - "Sluts don't wear bras. They love walking in the office with vibrators in their cunts."

Grace had no choice but to leave her bra and blouse in Royston's office. Just before she left his office, she buttoned up her jacket - the only garment covering her upper body.

Curiously, as she thought about the fact that she was naked under the jacket, and that it was the only thing shielding her modesty from the eyes of horny men in the office, she felt an uncontrollable shiver traveling up from the epicenter of the mess of slushiness between her legs, to the curve of her bosom. In that instant, her nipples grew so hard they became painful.

It was 7 p.m. Most people had left the office. Grace was in the executive washroom on the top floor of the office. The washroom was only available for the use of management executives like Mr Shih, Mr Ko and the other department heads. And somehow Royston had the key. During the hours of nine in the morning to five in the evening, whenever Grace had to use the restroom, she would be using the ladies as she normally did. But after office hours, Grace had to always ask Royston for permission to release her bladder, and she was to only use the executive washroom. There was only one men's executive washroom and one lady's executive washroom in the whole office obviously, and Royston only gave Grace the key to the men's washroom. So Grace had to go to the men's executive washroom, go to a cubicle, close the door, sit down on the toilet seat, pull down her panties, and call Royston on her cellular phone.

She would then have to say, "Sir, this is Grace. I am in the men's executive washroom. Can I please have your permission to take out the vibrator and pee?"

If Royston was happy, he would give her permission to pull out the sex toy from her wet cunt and urinate, and she would then relieve herself. All this time, she would be required to keep Royston on the phone, so that he could hear her go. After she was done, she would then have to thank him, before she hung up, and replaced the vibrator before pulling her panties back up. If Royston was not happy or was busy, she would have to sit there with her panties around her knees, and a full bladder, and he would tell her to stay on the line, or call back in five minutes or ten minutes later to ask for permission again. During the ten minutes in the cubicle, her heart would be beating very fast each time she heard someone come into the washroom - she wondered if it might be Mr Shih, or Mr Ko, and could not imagine what they would do or think if they realized she was in the men's washroom.

Grace was sitting on the toilet, having already lowered her pantyhose and panties to her knees. She called Royston on her cellular phone.

"Sir, this is Grace. I am in the men's executive washroom. Can I please have your permission to take out the vibrator and pee?"

"Hmm.," said Royston, "let me see." he said. Grace waited patiently. Thankfully today, George did not ask her out for coffee like the day before, so she had lesser need to go.

Grace heard the rustling of paper over the phone. His voice seemed further away, and he came nearer again, as if he was busy at his desk. "Before I answer that, let me ask you a question Grace," Royston said.

"Yes Sir?" Grace replied.

"You remember Mr Sorag, don't you?" Royston said.

"Yes Sir." Grace's mind whirled for an instant, as she tried to figure out what Royston was up to.

"Well, he wants to ask us out for drinks tonight, and he asked me what I thought of that."

Grace did not know what to say, and waited to hear what Royston had to say next.

"Since you haven't yet earned the right to have the vibrator removed from your cunt today, I am thinking of sending you to drinks with him by yourself. "

Grace felt horrified as the prospect of having drinks with Mr Sorag by herself, with the vibrator turning on automatically on timer every ten minutes. The first time in the hour it turns on, it would be on for half a minute and then it would turn off. The second time it would be for one minute. And so on, until the last time the vibrator would be on for a full three minutes. The last time she had this experience was in the group meeting with Mr Sorag, and it was excruciating not to cry out when the vibrator started and not to betray any emotions on her face as the sex toy attacked her helpless cunt. This time it would be worse if it was just the two of them, with him just concentrating on her !

Royston added, "In fact, I am even thinking of suggesting to him to compliment you on your earrings and touching your earlobe." Grace visualized Royston saying this with the annoying grin on his face. But she knew Royston was serious. If Mr Sorag did touch her earlobe, this would mean that she would have to give him a blowjob, and failure to do so would result in dire consequences to her.

"Please Sir, please. please don't make me give a blowjob to Mr Sorag," Grace pleaded over the phone.

"Well it's up to you really, Grace. You do have a choice. If you do what you have to do as a good girl does, then you won't have that vibrator in you when you go meet Mr Sorag. And I won't mention the earrings to him."

Grace shut her eyes tightly, as she held the phone against her ear.

She knew what Royston wanted. She had to ask for permission to cum before she was allowed to remove the vibrator. She hated this part very much, perhaps even more so then being blackmailed by Royston to do the nasty things she had to do over the last month, like giving the office janitor a blowjob, and walking around in the shopping mall in those slutty clothes. She hated most the humiliation of having to ask him for permission to orgasm, and actually orgasming with the full knowledge that he knew exactly when she came, and he controlled whether she would be allowed that guilty pleasure or not. What made that guilty pleasure worst of course, was that it was a pleasure in the first place - while her rational mind wanted her to stop, to resist and to run away from this situation happening to her, her body had overruled her in that she was forced to enjoy this involuntary climax whether she wanted it or not.

"Take your time to think about it Grace.but till I hear your answer, you won't have permission to relieve yourself. So call me back when you made your choice." The phone went dead.

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