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GRACE'S VERY HARD LESSONS
by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006. Email comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com
CHAPTER 15 (MF, bondage, humiliation, nc)
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Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
** Present day: THE SECOND BONDAGE SHOOT
When Royston saw Grace in the studio, she was already chained to the wall, with the umbrella studio light
trained on her. He had arrived shortly after she did. Just in time to watch Joe preparing his camera to take
pictures of a bound and gagged Grace.
On the sofa near the entrance was a pile of clothing - the ones she had turned up in. Like he remembered, the
vinyl outfit he ordered for her was outrageous and dangerously sexy. Next to it was a pair of high platform shoes.
Royston marveled at how Grace had been transformed to an obedient slut now.
The first time she gave him a blowjob, was when he blackmailed her into doing so -she was unwilling, only
performing the degrading sexual act in his office upon his coercion.
Three days ago, she was submissive. She came to him, pleading for his permission to let her cum. He offered her
his cock. She sucked hungrily. Her fingers played with her twat as he used her mouth. When he blew his load
into her waiting mouth, it was deeply satisfying to look at the lovely Grace at his feet, her small mouth slightly
open, his white semen coating her tongue, the sticky substance staining her ruby lips as she looked up at him,
trying to keep his sperm load from overflowing out of her mouth. "Can I hath perrmi-shion - " Grace had
mumbled with her head tilted back, struggling to avoid his semen from spilling out as she begun to speak. As she
completed her sentence, " - to cum, Sir?" he remembered vividly her right hand busy between her thighs,
kneading the inside folds of her cunt, while her left hand brushed surreptitiously over her breasts, trying to
disguise her attempt to draw a cheap iota of pleasure from her aroused nipples that had hardened to little points.
Royston simply loved how she looked when she was consumed by the need to orgasm.
He had responded, "As you swallow my semen, you may cum, slut." He was pleased with her for she had learnt
his newest rule for her: to even have the right to ask for permission to orgasm, she must first have man-cum in
her mouth.
Shortly after he gave permission, he witnessed the slut's petite body twitching as she spent herself - all that was
left of his fresh sperm load was mingled in saliva in her mouth, and around her lips.
Two days ago, when she again needed his permission to cum, he made her call her boyfriend on her phone, and
had her put the boyfriend on hold as he used her mouth. Royston knew that with her putting her boyfriend on
hold to give him a blowjob, and then keeping his cum in her mouth to say goodbye to her boyfriend was an act of
great humiliation for her, one that will create distress in her mind for months to come. Apparently that did not
diminish the magnitude of the orgasm that she experienced just seconds after putting down the phone when
Royston had let the little slut cum.
Best though, was yesterday.
Yesterday Grace had appeared in his office, with George's cum in her mouth, in order to ask permission from him
to orgasm. George was a shy sort of guy from the accounting department who had the hots for her. Grace, the
office slut, had searched out her own prey, given a blow-job and returned to show Royston the man-cum in her
mouth. She was undeniably the new company whore.
His whore to control. His bitch even asked him yesterday for permission to pee.
Royston rubbed his chin, in a thinking mood, as he watched Joe adjust the long metal chain on the bitch's body as
she sat quietly on the floor next to the brick wall. Has she been broken yet? Or 'house-broken' as Nakamori put it?
Royston wanted to claim his reward soon from Nakamori, for training the Japanese fashion designer's pet.
For the shoot, Joe had removed the bitch's anklet - a thin chain threaded with beads. This was the only time it
was not on her body, for she had to wear it whether she was sleeping, bathing or working, as a reminder of her
status.
"By the way Royston, she was late for fifteen minutes," said Joe. The cuff restraints on the bitch's ankles and
wrists, and her studded collar were already secured to the same heavy metal chain locked to a thick metal ring
connected to the brick wall. Joe snapped on large padlocks on the cuffs on her wrists, and her ankles. Larger than
practical for Doms and their live-in slaves, but great for photography.
"Really?" replied Royston, looking at his bitch.
"Mmmmmmmmmfff.." was all he could make out of her verbal response, and her wide eyes.
A cleave gag - a simple piece of black cloth pulled between her teeth - kept the bitch silent.
FLASH! Joe took the first photograph of Grace's second bondage shoot.
Royston mused that this morning, an attractive young executive had just gone to work in the office, every inch
looking like a high-powered career woman wearing sexy designer clothes. Now she was no better than a bitch
chained naked to the wall, restrained and gagged.
At the workplace, he was one of the few who would know that underneath the façade of this young pretty thing
was a slut that had already been used by six men. Her anklet of six beads was a reminder of how she was used.
Four in the mouth and two in the pussy, including one that raped her with foreign objects.
FLASH! FLASH ! Several more photographs were taken to complete the series.
Next, the bitch was unchained and brought to sit down on a bar stool. Her collar was changed to a broader one,
and a smaller set of chains brought out. Her gag was removed and she was allowed to put on a pair of black
panties. She was placed in front of a red backdrop with one hand tugging on a chain linked to her collar and
another pulling down her panties on one side. Grateful that the cloth in her mouth was removed, she wetted her
dry lips and relaxed her aching jaws, and certainly knew better than to gripe since she was at least wearing
panties then. FLASH!
Royston lounged on the sofa, thinking if he should have a collar made specially for his bitch, one that said
"GRACE" in large letters on a brass plate in front. He took a big bite from a green apple he had grabbed from a
nearby fruit bowl, watching Joe apply a layer of oil on the bitch. Joe had instructed her to stand up and chained
her to a big metal eye-hook from the ceiling with her wrists overhead.
When Joe secured her hands above her head, she had gotten nervous, and asked, "Sir? What is going on?" Being
chained to the wall earlier wasn't an easy experience for her to stomach already, but now being strung to the
ceiling gave her a new sense of helplessness. Joe had simply told her, "You will find out soon enough. Now keep
quiet or we'll have to gag you again."
With her wrists immobilized above her, Grace could not really do much except the occasional fidgeting as Joe
took careful delight in massaging the shiny oil all over her body. He spent an inordinate amount of time applying
the oil on her breasts, her inner thighs, lower belly, crotch and buttocks, making sure he got every inch of skin,
nook and cranny. Unable to look at the photographer in his face when he stepped up close to her naked body,
Grace had closed her eyes. Somehow the act of looking down at his oil-coated hands rubbing her would make her
feel a stronger sense of being violated, so she avoided looking. She felt both his hands massaging her sensitive
breasts simultaneously, and fought an overwhelming urge to shrink back and turn her body away.
Royston had noticed how conscientious Joe was in working the oil into her skin thoroughly, not missing the
chance to use his middle finger to rub her areola in little circular motions, an action that would inevitably make
the nipple grow hard and erect. Grace shut her mind off and told herself to be still and quiet as she felt his fingers
slip below the panties to spread the oil carefully over her pubes, feeling his fingers run freely through her pubic
hair, as if he was combing them.
Joe eventually returned to his camera and took more shots, of the now slick-bodied bitch standing with arms
shackled overhead, in several variations. Legs together, barefoot. Legs apart, with high heels. Panties slightly
pulled down revealing the top of the pubic turf. Panties pulled all the way down to her mid-thighs. Panties at
half-mast, bunched at her knees. Panties dangling around one ankle, resting artistically around a high heel and
arched foot. He even turned up the air-conditioning in the studio. The cold air helped her nipples to stay erect
and elongated. What a perfectionist.
To get the right shot, he took great care in positioning his exquisite model exactly the way he wanted. To get her
weight on the ball of her feet, he raised the chain up, stretching her lean nubile body toward the ceiling - pulling
already tired arms even tauter and higher. He knew that many of the clients would love a good view of her bare
underarms with her slender arms stretched taut above her head. He pulled the chain to one side forcing her body
to turn partially to create the illusion that she was twisting and struggling. Of course, there was always the option
of using a feather to tickle her to really make her twist and turn.
Joe paused at his camera, and went up to his nude model, helplessly strung up from her wrists, with her weight
on the balls of her feet and her soles barely touching the floor. As if that wasn't enough, he reached down to her
ankle, unbuckled one high heel and then pulled it off Grace's foot, eliciting a gasp of alarm from the girl. He
repeated with the other side, leaving her barefoot.
With the few inches of height gone, Grace found herself on her tip-toes, the strain on her outstretched arms
causing a terrible ache.
"Please Sir, I can't.. stand.." she pleaded.
"Stop whining," said Joe, "you're getting on my nerves."
Grace held her tongue, forcing herself to ignore the burning sensation in her tired muscles.
Joe continued taking his time to snap several more high resolution photographs - high resolution enough to
capture the thin sheen of perspiration forming on the girl's forehead, the minute dimples on her areola, and even
the hair follicles on her armpits.
Grace's calves were trembling from the effort of standing tip-toe, while her arms felt like they were ready to
dislocate from her shoulder joints.
Joe had paused his picture taking, contemplating something. He had detected the faint shadow of a light fuzz in
her armpits, indicating that she probably had not shaved for a few days. Should he do it for her there and then?
What would Nakamori want? There were both clients who liked to see the girls in the photo books totally devoid
of body hair, as well as some who wanted girls to be au naturel with a full bush or even requested to see their
armpit hair grow out. Nah, there was no time for shaving her. He continued taking more pictures, enjoying the
change in posture of his subject as the strain took its toll on her leg and arm muscles.
"Alright, costume time. Wanna help me change her?" said Joe, turning to Royston, who had just finished
crunching the last of his second apple.
"I already have," said Royston sardonically, getting up from the sofa.
When Grace was let down and released from her chains, she almost collapsed. Royston caught her, and sat her
down. She was only vaguely aware of what was happening as Royston dressed her patiently. By this time Grace
was mechanically going through the motions of whatever she was told.
When Royston stepped back, his bitch was wearing a mesh waist-cinching corset with three vertical strips of
studded leather running down the front, shiny black leather panties that were also studded on the perimeter,
matched with sheer wide-top stockings and garters. Combined with a heavy-duty studded collar sporting a big
ring at her throat (where a leash would snap on), and a pair of wrist-cuffs chained together such that she could
not spread her arms further than half an arm-length, this transformed his bitch into an exotic and sensuous vision
of a submissive Gothic vixen.
Judging by the look on the bitch's face as Joe focused the camera on her, she seemed to think the risqué corset -
which sort of covered her abdomen but left her tits exposed - more degrading than earlier photos where she was
stark naked. Indeed the mesh corset, which simultaneously hid and displayed her naked skin underneath, created
the juxtaposition between her constricted waist, and her freely exposed boobs, accentuating her womanly curves
unabashedly by pushing her naked bust up and out.
FLASH! FLASH!
"Hang on. Let's not forget the accessories."
Royston picked up a ball-gag from a chest, stepped behind her. "Look in front."
Joe could see the panic in Grace's eyes as Royston pushed the ball into her mouth behind the teeth, with the
straps going around the head to secure it in place.
"No.. no.. iilihhh," she protested.
With the piece of silicone forcing her mouth open, Grace found that while she could breathe once she calmed
down, since there were holes in the ball that allowed airflow, plenty of saliva was forming in her mouth. The ball
gag made it impossible for her to swallow her saliva, so it soon dribbled out from the holes in long webby strands.
Unconsciously she tried to wipe the saliva with the back of her hand but her chained wrists did not allow her to
lift her hand that far. There was nothing she could do as she salivated all over the place.
But of course, Joe didn't mind the bitch's drooling on her own body, using the opportunity to take some close-up
shots. Embarrassed at her inability to control her salivation, she tried to say something, but talking was of course
impossible too. She only succeeded in making unintelligible noises, worthy of an animal, which Joe ignored. The
ball gag was definitely a good physical reminder that nobody was interested to hear what bitches had to say.
FLASH! Another dozen photographs were taken, with variations of Grace's wrists cuffed to different parts of her
body, such as her ankles, and to the back of her collar behind her neck. She looked like a very obedient bitch
indeed.
"You've been a very good pet today, slut," said Royston to her. "I'm starting to like you. It seems that we can be
hospitable to each other."
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For the next costume change, Grace wore a harness on her body.
It was like she was wearing some plastic flaps which were held together by a few straps and three metal rings,
displaying more of her body than covering it. In addition, she wore sheer lace-top stockings in striking purple.
Then her hands were bound together with rope.
"Sit on the sofa with your legs wide open," Royston instructed her.
He secured Grace's bound hands to an overhead chain suspended from the ceiling to prevent her from lowering
her arms. Then he tied Grace's ankles to the legs of the sofa on either side of her, keeping her legs spread apart.
As he put on the ball-gag on her once again, he told her, "Nakamori should be here any minute now. He will
enjoy being greeted by you in this scene I am sure."
He easily folded the flimsy flaps on her bosom, tucking them to the side, baring her tits to the camera once again.
Grace was once again, bound, tied and gagged in bondage display.
"We want more realism in this set of pictures though," he said mysteriously.
Moments later, Royston produced a strange looking object resembling a baton with a rounded top. Grace did not
know that this was the Hitachi Magic Wand, famed for delivering clitoral orgasms through its high-powered
vibrations.
He turned it on, and immediately a strong humming sound could be heard. Unlike the usual personal vibrators,
this thing packed a phenomenal punch compared to its weaker battery-operated cousins.
When Royston placed the rounded head of the wand against the flap which covered Grace's cunt, he was
immediately rewarded with a muffled squeal from Grace, as the girl tried in vain to avoid the insane assault on
her private parts. She could not budge her restraints as much as she tried to twist her body this way and that.
FLASH! FLASH!
"Excellent!" cried Joe, snapping his camera away.
"Mmmmmmggggggfffffff..." Grace cried through her ball gag. She only succeeded in making hollow
unintelligible noises, as the head of the heavy wand was rested against her crotch. The sensations running
through her pubic region drove her crazy. Royston would contact her pussy with the wand for ten seconds and
then lift it away, and then repeat again, allowing Joe to take as many pictures as he needed with the girl
squirming and screaming through the gag.
A minute later, Royston moved away with the wand, leaving Grace heaving and panting. Beads of perspiration
had already formed on her face. Her eyes were half-closed as her body recovered, but flew wide-open again when
Royston returned. In his hands were the two used condoms she had brought to the studio.
Grace flinched and uttered a muffled cry as he emptied the two balloons of semen on her face and her tits.
Joe continued snapping more photographs, clearly enthused with the composition of the picture he was getting
with sperm splashed and dripping all over his model's face and bosom, as Royston continued the onslaught on
her helplessly vulnerable pussy by pressing the huge wand head against her clit.
With her eyes shut in humiliating agony, Grace could only think of one thing on her mind. She heard Royston's
voice from the past days when she had lowered herself to the scum of the earth by begging him for permission to
orgasm:
"What are the rules for cumming, Grace?" he said sternly.
"I- I can't cum unless I've been given permission Sir.." she struggled to say, trying to keep George's
runny semen in her mouth.
"And?"
"And, I can't ask for permission unless I've got man-cum in my mouth," she continued, her eyes downcast in
shame.
"Suck my cock, bitch," were his words to her. "As you swallow my semen, you may cum, slut," he told her. And
swallowed she did - she recalled tasting his hot viscous seed traveling down her gullet to her stomach, just as her
fingers worked her clit to the climax it so desperately sought while she was kneeling before her trainer. She was a
filthy cum-whore, now covered with the semen which she sucked from strangers' cocks just less than an hour ago,
where she was also kneeling on the sidewalk to perform her ignominious deed. The burning sensation on her
pussy now was an echo of how her fingers had been thrusting into her cunt feverishly in the past days, drawing
copious amounts of love moisture till she spent herself in front of him.
"Holy Smokes!" someone exclaimed.
Grace opened her eyes in surprise, and recognized the silhouette standing behind Royston, who had stopped the
wand and turned his head to see who had interrupted the scene. Nakamori had just arrived apparently, just in
time to see his semen-decorated slut on the path to an impending forced orgasm. But it wasn't Nakamori's voice
that Grace heard. It was the burly guy standing next to Nakamori. As she focused against the bright lights to
make out the features of the man's face - the man was unapologetically staring at her lewdly bound body - the
recognition that dawned in her eyes was accompanied by panic and utmost shame!
She wailed, with the ball-gag in her mouth, her only form of protest available. It was the burly man from the
shopping mall, the one with the hairy face that came into the men's toilet while she was being photographed
naked in there.
"Don't look at me!! No please.. don't look..." Grace screamed mostly in her head - what came out from her gag
were merely animal-like noises. She was overcome with distress that yet another man, someone she hardly knew,
was looking at her cum-covered body, in slut-display bondage. Even more so, at that moment, Royston pressed
the wand against her crotch, delivering an intense blast of vibrations to her cunt which had already started
lubricating against her will.
"Ken is here to see his porn starlet," announced Nakamori with a smile. "Would you believe I bumped into him
yesterday?"
Ken shook Royston's hand and Joe's hand, beaming. "Gee this is the first time I'm on a set like this! Hope you
don't mind me being here!"
"Oh no, not at all. Please feel free to look around," said Joe, "we're in the middle of a shoot, so pardon if Grace
can't shake your hand or greet you," he said with a grin.
"Well this is not a video shoot. Just a promotional photo-spread," said Nakamori. "Hey maybe you want to help
us with it?" Nakamori's head nodded toward the Hitachi magic wand that Royston was holding.
"Are you serious?!" Ken almost jumped for joy when Royston handed him the huge vibrator.
The three men - Royston, Nakamori, and Joe with his camera - stood back and watched as the burly Ken grabbed
the chance offered to him to use the wand on his idol.
Grace braced herself as the wide-eyed man descended on her with his hairy arm wielding the wand. "Do I just
stick it here?" he asked, pressing the wand's large head against her pubic mons, causing her to give a long
muffled scream.
"Excellent, just like that! Hold it there, hold it - " said Joe, focusing his camera. FLASH! FLASH!
"Are you sure she's ok?" said Ken, turning to look at Nakamori and Joe, "she's making an awful lot of noise."
"Don't worry mate - she's enjoying it," said Royston with a grin.
Grace pulled and pulled on her restraints, involuntarily crying out, as the jarring vibrations reverberated through
her pubic bone and entire pubic region. A trickle of cunt juice escaped down her thigh, which was immediately
noticed by her fan. "I can't wait for your film to be released!" he told her enthusiastically. Grace did not hear what
he said nor was she able to respond, for she was only conscious of the unbearable tension and stimulation in her
pelvic region that told her she was hovering on the verge of orgasm.
FLASH! "Done," said Joe, "we can move on to the next series."
Ken looked disappointed as he handed the wand back to Royston.
Over the next forty minutes, Grace was subjected to more extreme bondage in front of her new-found fan.
First Nakamori used a long length of rope to tie up her body. Rope bondage, he called it. The rope went around
her almost naked body several times, above and below her breasts, even between. The only thing she wore was
the sheer purple stockings which ran in several places after he was done. The rope bound her breasts tightly,
making them protrude out lewdly. Then he lifted one of her legs, and tied that as well, such that she only stood
on one leg, her other thigh suspended in a vulgar angle to display her pussy. Her ball-gag was swapped with a
dildo, which was somehow secured in her mouth also by the rope. Joe took a dozen pictures of her in this pose.
Then Nakamori stuck a dildo in her pussy, using the rope that bound her lower body to loop it around the handle
and hold it snugly in her orifice. Joe took some close-up shots of the twin dildos in her mouth and in her pussy.
To spice up things further, Royston offered Ken a chance to write some words on her body. These words would
appear in the photographs - kinda like a reverse autograph, since Ken would see the words he wrote, on his fav
starlet's body!
Unable to speak with the dildo still in her mouth, Grace could only quietly listen to the conversation on what to
stick into which orifice of her body and whether they had a permanent marker to write on her body
"Oh brother, that's such a great idea," Ken confessed. "But I don't know what to write!"
In the end, at Grace's suggestion (when Royston took out her gag to let her speak), her fan wrote the following
words with lipstick on her ass, thigh, and torso.
I LOVE S&M
FUCK ME
RAPE THIS PUSSY
Joe took more pictures from several angles. At this point, Ken took leave, albeit reluctantly as he had an
appointment. He exchanged some words with Nakamori and Royston, but Grace was so exhausted from having
her body twisted and bound in so many awkward positions that she was past the point of caring what was said.
Towards the end, it was a blur to Grace. She remembered two dildos being inserted into her pussy and up her ass,
while her body was still trussed up like a turkey, with her arms tied behind her back. The ropes bound her body
so tightly that movement was impossible; one length of rope extended from her navel down to her crotch and
back up like a g-string, except it was purposely made so tight that it crept up into her pussy lips and ass-crack.
The dildos were pushed into her orifices until the ends were secured in place by the rope. Both were vibrator
dildos, and were turned on simultaneously. She remembered how her saliva dripped from her open mouth
through the holes of her ball-gag onto her own naked body when she howled, and it was then when she finally
orgasmed that evening.
That was not the end of the shoot, as she hoped. Nakamori lent his expertise in Japanese rope bondage for the
final pose, binding Grace's petite body in such a way that her arms were straight but bound together behind her
back, her hands touching the back of her feet as her knees were bent fully such that her legs arched back. Using an
elaborate setup of ropes, her whole body was horizontally suspended from the ceiling, at about waist height from
the floor, with the front of her body facing the floor and her head facing forward.
Shortly after, Royston and Nakamori left the studio for the night, leaving Joe to finish up the shoot. An early
game of golf the next day, Nakamori had said. Joe took several more pictures of her with a large dildo stuffed in
her mouth.
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Author's note: 1. Pictures illustrating the poses of the shoot available upon request. 2. The use of a gag on anyone
is risky due to inhibition of breathing and may cause asphyxia, especially if the subject is ill or has a cold.
Vomiting and choking is also a risk, which further blocks the airway. A gagged subject should never be left alone.
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