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Subject: {ASSM} New: Grace's Hard Lessons, Chp 11 (MF, lingerie, D/s, vibrator)
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Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 11

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

   The story so far: The scheming Royston blackmails Grace into do an
office presentation with a vibrator in her pussy, from which she nearly
orgasms in front of several people.  When Grace's boss is let in on her
secret by Royston, he takes the opportunity to rape her.  Royston continues
her humiliation in the office by making her strip, submitting herself to
degrading display positions, and giving her a facial.  On the way to
Grace's next photography shoot, Royston makes her take a crowded bus in
revealing clothes, resulting in her getting molested.

   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.
   ** TO BE CONTINUED ** 

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