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Subject: {ASSM} Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 7 (Repost with edits by permission)
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Grace's Hard Lessons =================== By Dark Avenger (Send comments to
darkavenger at tokyo.com)

   The story so far: Grace tries to resist her moral perversion under
Royston's manipulations, but finds herself having to give sexual favors to
another male co-worker who has also found out about her secret.  While
unwilling, her subconscious mind is beginning to accept her sexual
degradation and submission with arousal.

   Chapter Seven (MF, humiliation, forced exhib, toy)
-----------------------------------------------------

   It was Monday morning, and Grace was in her room at the hotel which
Royston had put her up in.  Same as what happened last week, the clothes
she would wear for the day were delivered by the same bellboy at the same
time to her room.

   The day before, she was in Nakamori's photo studio again.  Nakamori had
praised her for the excellent bikini series of pictures that was taken of
her, and gave her a post-dated ten thousand dollar check.  Grace was
relieved that she indeed would be paid like Royston said she would - she
needed the money to pay back the amount she had stolen.  But Nakamori also
told her that to cash in the check, she had to continue modeling for him;
after the swimsuit series, it was the lingerie series, which was the shoot
she had to do that day.

   Grace whinged, thinking about the seductive, see-through, and many
times, saucy lingerie that she had posed in the day before.  But at least
she had the ten thousand dollar check with her.  She encouraged herself
that in a month's time she would be done repaying the debts of her sin and
leave behind these nightmarish memories !

   She was surprised when the bellboy handed her an envelope together with
the bag of clothes and shoes.  The instructions in the note in the envelope
told her that there was a choice that day on what to wear, but that the
choice was not hers.  She was to model both sets of clothes, and ask the
bellboy to decide for her !

   For the top: A white button-up shirt (to be worn with top two buttons
undone) with a black, sheer demi-cup bra, OR a figure-hugging, lace-up top
with a jacket and lacy pink push-up bra.

   For the bottom: A long, black side-slit skirt (the slit would go to her
mid-thigh) with black, side-tie thongs, OR a beige mini-skirt that was a
size too small, with beige thong panties made of very thin material.

   Grace swallowed her pride as she was forced to model the clothes in
front of the bellboy, who was obviously delighted to take his pick.  To
complete her humiliation, there was a pair of four-inch high heels which
had a small graphic imprinted on the bottom of the shoe between the instep
and heel.  It was a cartoon of a woman being taken from behind by a man. 
The note told her that she was to wear these "fuck-me shoes".

   A couple of hours later, it was with much trepidation that Grace entered
the board room of her company, wearing the white button-up shirt with the
black, demi-cup bra with two of the top buttons undone, and the extremely
short and tight mini-skirt.

   In the board room, there were eight men and two women, mostly middle
level to senior executives.  Her boss Mr Shih, and Royston's boss Mr Ko
were also there.  Grace hoped that George would not be there.  No such
luck, there he was sitting at the far end.  She hoped that he would not
notice anything, as she thought about the vibrator firmly ensconced between
her panties, and her clit.

   George smiled, when he saw her enter.  She looked strikingly sexy as
usual.  Royston beckoned her over, and asked her to sit down in front of
the room, next to him.  He had started the presentation, judging by the
slide show already showing on the huge screen in the conference room.

   As Grace sat down, she was aware that the seat he wanted her sitting in
was quite low, and that it was difficult for her to sit down while wearing
such a short skirt, without revealing her crotch to the other people in the
room that she was facing.  Indeed, she was quite sure that all the male
executives' eyes were looking at her legs, the entire time that Royston was
speaking.  Particularly she felt a little creepy how Mr Ko was looking at
her.  Mr Ko had a reputation of changing secretaries frequently, young
secretaries who dressed sexily.  It was with mixed relief when it was her
turn to standup.

   As she started talking, the vibrator in her thongs suddenly turned on.
"Uhhh.." she cried out softly, as she stumbled half a step forward, her
right hand holding on the backrest of one of the armchairs for support.

   "Are you alright Grace?" Royston feigned concern.

   Grace pictured herself strangling him with her bare hands, right then
and there, as she knew that he must have secretly turned on the vibrator
with his remote control.  George, with an eye for detail as always, was
staring at the chain around her ankle, now sporting three beads, instead of
two, like the other day.

   "Err..  yes..  I'm alright." she replied, as she steadied herself.  She
tried to prevent her hands from going to her crotch, as the maddening
intensity of vibrations assaulted her pussy.

   Earlier that morning, Royston called her to board room.  They were
alone, as it was still an hour away from the meeting.  She knew that he had
wanted her to be doing the presentation with him, but only suspected that
he did for kicks so that he could be seen ordering her around in front of
other colleagues and department heads, and to embarrass her by having her
parade her body in the sexy clothes he had her put on.  Little did she know
that he had more diabolical plans for humiliating her.  When he produced
the vibrator, she had flatly refused.  She have had a vibrator buried in
her cunt as she walked about

   the office the previous week, and had it wreaking havoc on her cunt as
she sat in her cubicle till she finally climaxed.  But this was different -
to be in the board room in front of her bosses and colleagues with a
vibrator buzzing in her pussy was totally out of the question !  What if
they found out??  She would be ruined.

   "You sick bastard.." Grace had told Royston, almost spitting out her
words.

   "I kind of expected this response, " Royston smiled confidently as he
half-sat on the conference table with one leg on the ground, "that's why I
prepared this little clip to show before we started the presentation."

   He pressed a button on the remote in his hand.

   "That's a good girl now.." a familiar voice played on the audio system.
The image on the big screen came into focus.  Grace saw herself on the
screen, practically naked, getting on her hands and knees.  "Let's take a
short walk shall we my little canine pet," the male voice continued,
tugging on the leash attached to the black leather collar around her neck.
The docile girl in the video clip was topless, and only wearing the tiniest
bikini bottom that showed off more than three-quarters of her ass.  This
was captured in different angles by four hidden video cameras in the studio
where she had the photo shoot!

   Grace paled, staring at the screen.  She could imagine everyone in the
board room laughing.  Laughing at her.  Grace had already seen the
photographs that were taken without her consent in Nakamori's studio that
day - photos of her in the collar and leash, of her on all fours.  But this
was worse - to see a moving and living image of herself, crawling on the
floor, clambering down from the sofa on all fours, like an obedient... 
bitch.

   Grace's reverie was interrupted by Royston saying to her, "Let's get the
presentation going now shall we?"

   Grace looked at all the faces looking at her, as the vibrator buzzed
very slightly in her pussy, creating a growing sensation of heat near her
clit.  She could not bear to have everyone in the room seeing that video
clip of her behaving like a dog, crawling on all fours on the floor. 
Before the meeting, she had acceded to Royston's demands, and let him
insert the vibrator, something which he called "the butterfly" under her
thong panties, over her clit.  The vibrator was designed to stay in
position right over the woman's most sensitive part, and elicit the
strongest orgasms.

   For ten minutes, Grace presented the slides, trying hard to concentrate
as the vibrations in her pussy grew in intensity gradually.  Royston must
be slowly increasing the speed through his remote control.  She could feel
her thong panties getting soaked from her juices.  Very soon, her juices
would run down her leg.

   She saw the strange expressions on the audience's faces, as they
wondered why she was talking so slowly and frequently drawling, even making
strange noises on a couple of occasions.  "Rev..venues..  are expected to
..to ..  go..- Uhh up..  next year..." she said, as she fought to retain
her composure.  She must not have an orgasm while presenting in front of
her bosses !

   George was looking slightly amused.  Royston just pretended not to
notice anything, but he had his hands in his pockets.

   "Ok, thank you Grace." Royston said, as she presented the last slide.

   The vibrator also stopped, thankfully.  Her face was a little flushed
from the exertion of a near orgasm.

   Royston stood up, and reached for a stack of folders.  "Now we'll give
each of you a folder with the information that we just presented.  Look
through it now, and let me know if you have any questions.  If not, we'll
meet again next week.  Thank you.  Oops!"

   A couple of folders slipped from Royston's hands, and fell to the floor.
Several papers inside fell out messily onto the floor.  "Would you mind
helping me pick that up Grace, while I try to finish up here."

   Grace flushed slightly, as she bent over from the waist to try to pick
up the papers from the floor.  She knew that Mr.  Ko, who was sitting
directly opposite her, would have a glance of her bra, as she leaned
forward.  As she picked up the other papers, she surreptitiously turned
around, so that she wouldn't be letting him look directly down her blouse.

   "There's one in the corner, over there under the table Grace." Royston
pointed out, as he pretended to be busy talking to one of the female
executives.  Royston had already planted the piece of paper under the
furthest corner of the conference table before the meeting, but Grace did
not know this.

   Grace realized that she had no choice but to get down onto her knees to
reach for the annoying document.  As she got on her knees, she also
realized too late, that her skirt was much too short for her to do this
decently.  All the male executives in the room were now watching the pretty
young executive in the very short skirt, with extreme interest, as she
reached under the table to retrieve the errant document.  Her skirt rode up
her thigh, as she leaned forward, and still

   she couldn't reach the paper.

   Red-faced, she leaned forward further, putting her elbow out to support

   her upper body, as she reached for the paper.  She knew at this point,
that everyone behind her could see up her ultra short skirt, and were
staring at her bare bum.  She also regretted that the thong that was chosen
for her, covered her pubic area, but exposed all of her buttocks.  Mr.  Ko
was probably having a heart attack watching her on her knees, exposing her
bare butt to him.  Grace's face turned beet red, but she was glad that
nobody could see her face from where she was.

   Indeed, all of the men were staring hard at her bum, trying to hide
their hard-ons.  Mr.  Ko thought that he saw her pubic hair peeking out
from the side of the tiny piece of garment covering her pussy lips, and
mentally tried to save this image in his head, for a jerk-off session
later.

   A few of the men sitting closer could actually discern that her thong
had an obvious wet spot.  Grace stood up with the document and adjusted her
skirt.  Handing it over to Royston in a hurry, she left the room quickly.
The men wondered if it was her pussy's scent which lingered in the air. 
George smiled, for he knew that it most definitely was her aroma.

   "Grace." someone called her from behind.

   Grace turned around in the corridor, and saw the head of her department
calling her.

   "Yes Mr Shih?"

   "Please come to see me in my office."

   ** To be continued soon **

   Author's note: In the meantime, if you have any messages for Grace,
especially on how you would like to treat her, please email her directly at
grace_slut at hotmail.  Comments on the story please send to darkavenger at
tokyo.com 

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