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Grace's Hard Lessons II

Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20


GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006 and 2007. Email comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com.


CHAPTER 20 (bondage,humiliation,spanking,toy,forced orgasm)

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                                       I’m a bitch, I’m a lover

                                       I'm a child, I'm a mother

                                       I'm a sinner, I'm a saint

                                         I do not feel ashamed

                                       I'm a bitch, I'm a tease

                                       I'm a goddess on my knees


Royston watched from his office as Grace as she made her way up the staircase carrying a box of files. The radio

was playing a pop song about a tease. Judging by the group of men hanging around near the bottom of the

staircase, Grace was also a tease given the number of hard cocks under those pants as Grace navigated her way

up in her short dress and high heels, showing off her legs in sheer black nylon. None of the men helped her, not

because they wanted to stare at her hosiery-covered legs and get a chance to spot the color of her panties, but

because the one or two chivalrous men who tried to help her were rejected.


Apparently Dawn had requested for a whole bunch of documents to be photocopied, so that they could be

couriered back to her office. Royston could have asked a secretary to do so, but it seemed that Grace

“volunteered” herself for the task, since she was not too busy. Grace was not allowed to get any other guy from

the office to help her, since she was already guilty of being distracting in the office with her slutty clothes, and

slutty act. If a guy at work did help her to carry the boxes, her punishment would be to suck his cock. Royston

would take it that she had selected the guy to be the contributor of the cum she must have in her mouth, for the

next time she reported to him to ask for permission to cum.


Grace made it to the top of the staircase, and placed the box on the railing, pausing to rest. Looking through the

window blinds from his office, Royston noted that she was wearing the suit jacket and dress he mail ordered

from Victoria Secrets. Underneath a black tight-fitting single button jacket, she wore a scoopneck dress, also in

black, with a back zip and seamed underbust. Nothing too provocative, compared to all the other times he might

have her wear a translucent camisole or a micro-mini skirt to work. It was what she wore below that dress today

that was more interesting.


Apparently though, Grace had no complaints whatsoever when she was given what she would wear below. The

hotel bellboy Steve told Royston that she was unusually reticent and submissive that morning when she had to

model the underwear for him in her room before she left for work. Royston thought to himself - perhaps it had

something to do with her being caught by Dawn yesterday with her hand between her legs and a wet benwa ball

on the floor? Perhaps Grace had accepted her place in the office – a slut who had already sucked three men, a

cum-whore who could only thinking about her next orgasm.


According to Steve, she tried on both bodystockings that morning without complaint, even though she had

realized that underneath the bodystocking, she would only be wearing thongs with no bra, underneath her work

clothes. Both bodystockings were long sleeve, covering her entire body except from her neck up – quite a visual

treat for Steve when Grace put them on for him. One was black in large open fishnet, while the other was simply

in sheer black nylon, but open crotch. Steve chose the latter for its open-crotch, titillated by the idea that Grace’s

whole body would be covered in nylon but her crotch would remain accessible to the men in the office.


As Grace tottered past his office and in front of the other cubicles in fuck-me heels, Royston also noted that Grace

had applied her lipstick, rouge, and eye makeup heavily as instructed when she reported for work. The deep

cherry lipstick with a pearly dazzling shimmer focused attention on her mouth, and the texture of the lipstick

made her lips cling slightly together if she opened them slowly. He wanted Grace to see this for herself when she

looked into the mirror - the effect was exactly like the reluctant parting of her cunt lips when she spread her legs

open. The immediate thought that any man would have, staring at her shimmering, slightly parted lips, would be

to slip his cock into her invitingly wet, scarlet mouth.


At the same time, the black eyeliner would make her look wide-eyed, as if she were pleading for the opportunity

to suck cock. As her luscious lips in glossy scintillant cherry were stretched around the bulging cockhead, and the

cockshaft began sliding along her pink tongue, her eyes would close involuntarily, revealing the powdery

charcoal eye-shadow that completely covered her eyelids. Her lashes, coated with thick black mascara, would

flutter prettily as she struggled to accommodate the cock down her throat. Her red-rouged cheeks gave the

impression of a flush reminiscent of the flush she experienced when she was sexually aroused.


The thought that just half an hour ago, Grace was in his office bent over his desk, as he inserted a double-headed

plug into her ass and pussy under her thongs, put a smile on his face. The open-crotch was quite convenient. He

made a mental note to tell Steve of the good choice in the open-crotch bodystocking Grace was wearing for the

day.


Royston wondered if Grace had truly become subservient, and that they had really succeeded in breaking her will.

If that were true, Royston thought to himself, he would be extremely pleased with himself, and relieved – it was

not easy to be monitoring her all this time, and there’s no telling if she might “blow up” and do something

irrational that might compromise all of them. It was a gamble that Royston, Nakamori, and now her boss Shih

were taking all the time.  Step by step, they  pushed her towards things she wouldn’t normally do if she wasn’t

blackmailed to do so. If they pushed her too much, they might lose control if she decided to run, or divulge their

secret outside their circle of influence, or  go to the police.


Yet, as Royston watched Grace struggle along the corridor with the box of files, knowing that the double-headed

plug in her anus and pussy was making its presence felt each step that she took, he felt a slight disappointment. If

Grace stopped fighting, her training as submissive slut would not be as challenging and interesting for him

anymore.  Half the pleasure he derived was from the overt humiliation she felt in following his instructions,

which invariably involved something sexually degrading.


He also knew that Nakamori was considering an enema party for Grace in the near future, a suggestion from Mr

Ko. Grace would be stripped naked, standing in the middle of a room ,with men watching from their seats

around her, till the only thing she wore would be her makeup, earrings, high heels and anklet. She would then be

administered an enema in full view of her audience, and made to strut around the room with a bloated and

severely cramping belly. Perhaps some members of her appreciative audience might also participate in lightly

whipping her as she crawled on all fours, and humiliated for their entertainment.


Tonight was Grace’s third bondage photography shoot, and Royston looked forward to it. No only because he

knew that the pictures and poses would become more extreme, and the bondage more strict and severe than the

first two shoots. Tonight would also be the first time Grace’s cunt would be used by her Owner, Mr Nakamori.


After tonight, Royston would get to fuck Grace at last. A proper pussy fuck, not just blowjobs. Royston had

waited long for this. When Mr Shih had found out about Grace’s situation from Royston, Mr Shih’s deal was that

he would get to fuck her first. Then it was followed by Mr Ko. Since she worked for Mr Shih and indirectly for Mr

Ko, being the directors at her company, Nakamori would only become Grace’s owner after being used by the two

other men. Royston was therefore fourth in line; in the slut’s training thus far, he had only used her mouth as her

other two holes were off limits. Not anymore after tonight.



** THE THIRD BONDAGE SHOOT


Grace arrived at Joe’s photography studio that evening, right on schedule.  


Natasha was already there. Grace was told to sit down in front of the makeup table. Natasha helped to brush her

hair, and touch up her makeup. Grace was surprised that she wasn’t already told to change to some skimpy

swimwear, slutty lingerie, trashy dress, or titillating evening gown. Nat told her that her first set of pictures

would be in office attire – a tight fitting white blouse, single button jacket, and a black skirt.


Nakamori was there too. Seated in front of the makeup table, Grace looked at her Owner’s reflection in the mirror

– he was watching Nat touchup her makeup, while drinking from a flute of champagne.


When Nat was done with her, Nakamori offered Grace a full flute of champagne, and told her to bottoms-up as it

would help her to relax. Grace did so without question.


Next, Grace was told to sit down on a chair as Joe setup his tripod and camera in front of her.  He shot a few

pictures of her doing nothing more than crossing her legs. Grace was then told to ditch her skirt, which she did.

Joe took another few warm-up shots of her on the chair, wearing what looked like office attire on top, but only

wearing panties below.


Nakamori approached Grace, holding a long length of thin rope in his hand. He instructed her to surrender her

panties to Joe.


Joe took over the still-warm underwear from the girl who unwillingly handed it over to him. He did not make

any pretenses of feasting his eyes on her triangular turf of pubic hair on her crotch, making Grace feel even more

self conscious. She stood in such a way that her legs were closed, which was quaint, Joe thought, for her feeble

effort to protect her modesty. After all by the end of the evening, dozens of high definition pictures of her cunt

displayed in full glory would be in his camera.


The tanned Japanese man began Grace’s introduction to various forms of Japanese rope bondage.


** Shinju


First Grace’s thighs were spread wide and bound to the legs of the chair. Her heel-encased feet were placed on

the cross-bar of the chair below her seat to elevate the height of her lower legs so that her knees could be bent

fully. With her knees flexed fully, a rope was looped over her thigh and under her shin, binding them tightly

together.


Next her arms were tied to either side of the chair, behind her body. The top three buttons of her blouse were

undone, and the front of the blouse pulled open, exhibiting her bra.  Forcefully, Nakamori pulled down the jacket

off her left shoulder, then the right shoulder. As her arms were bound to the chair, the jacket was bunched up

around her elbows. He noted Grace’s eyes were looking up at his face in apprehension. Grasping the front of her

open blouse, he forcefully pulled it back and down, baring her left shoulder. With his fingers, he tugged further

on the material of the blouse that was bunched up at the rope, making it go as low as the rope would allow.


His eyes admired the slim, fair shoulders of the girl, and the soft white skin of her nape. Gently touching her 

pronounced collar bone that was now revealed to his gaze, he slipped the bra strap off her left shoulder, pulling it

down to her elbow to where her blouse was bunched up around the rope. In the olden days, the sight of her nape

would hold an erotic attraction for Japanese men. Grace also had a hollow near her collar bone, as some thin

teenage girls tend to have.


Nakamori repeated the same on the other side, pulling off the blouse and bra strap, baring her right shoulder. 


With the rope, he looped it around her torso a couple of times just above the breasts, and another one just below

them, then pulled the ropes together to squeeze her tits from the top and bottom. Another loop passed over her

shoulders and between her breasts to a knot behind her the back, drawing the rope above and below the breasts

together.


This was the Shinju shibari, or ‘pearls’ breast bondage. Properly applied, the torso wraps of the shinju presented a

wide range of possibilities, from sensually sensitizing the breasts and nipples through vascular restriction, to

providing a stable harness from which to move to a full suspension. In this position, the ropes laid over the rib

cage and shoulders, lifting and pinching the breasts. The tie could be intensified with cinching ties to the sternum

area or sides, or both, something which would be introduced to Grace in due course.


Nakamori’s fingers grasped the edge of the bra that was sticking out from under the rope, and tugged it

downwards, tucking the material at the top of the bra cups inside and underneath. The end result was it made her

breasts protrude out even more between the ropes, baring her breasts completely in a lewd manner.


Stepping back, he enjoyed the look on Grace’s face, looking thoroughly humiliated as she sat there powerless on

the chair, with legs spread wide open, stripped in her office wear and bound to the chair. Putting down his

camera, Joe stepped forward to Grace, unbuckling her belt, then worked his way up the buttons on the front of

her skirt. With her skirt unbuttoned completely, it simply fell apart, leaving her naked from waist down.


Joe took up his camera again, and resumed taking more pictures. The look on Grace’s face was priceless, showing

her shame at being photographed like this, her cunt displayed and her breasts bound so lewdly. Joe reached into

his pocket, retrieved her crumpled thongs and stuffed them in her mouth, before taking another six shots.


** Karada


Grace was untied from the chair. She was told to stand. The chair was removed. Her underwear and clothes were

put back in order, and she was given another glass of champagne by Natasha. Grace downed the bubbly wine,

hoping the alcohol would make the time go faster.


Use a twelve yard rope, Nakamori doubled it up and made a loose loop around her neck, with both single ends of

the rope towards the front of her body. He made a first overlay knot just above the breasts, a second one just

under the breasts, a third one on the belly button and a fourth one on the lower belly, just above her patch of

pubic hair. A fourth and fifth knot were added, just over her pussy lips and anus. This would allowing dildos to

be inserted in the knots later.


Nakamori took both ends of the rope, going in between Grace’s legs, over her labia and in between her ass-cheeks

up over her spine and through the neck-loop. Then he split the ends going forward - one end on each side of the

body. By winding the rope in between the first and second overlay knots, retaining the tension and tying the ends

together right next to the spine, Grace’s body soon resembled a fish being caught in a net.


Although Grace could still move, she would feel the rope with every move that she made. This was the Karada

shibari, favored by shibari masters for bestowing a sensation of containment without restriction, making their

submissives constantly aware of their whole body. In essence a body harness made from a single rope, it could be

worn above clothing as Grace was doing now, or tied on the naked body and worn under regular clothing, to

enhance feelings of vulnerability and exposure.


In time to come, Nakamori would train Grace to wear only the karada underneath her clothes – a symbol of her

true status as his property. She would stop wearing underwear, only the karada, whether she went to work or

went shopping. At his command, Grace would open her blouse or lift her skirt to show him the karada on her

body, whether or not they in a private or public place.  Eight weeks was his guess. To top off the karada,

Nakamori also secured her arms behind her back in kote kote shibari, a wrist-to-wrist tie.


FLASH !

Joe started taking photographs again of Grace. She looked like any female office executive in her work clothes,

with the sole exception of the rope criss-crossing her body, highlighting sensitive parts of her bound body

through the diamond patterns between the rope. 


Curiously, Joe gave Grace a big glass of water to drink while she was still bound, feeding it to her mouth, as her

arms were immobilized behind her back. Grace gulped it down, feeling thirsty. Joe did not wait for her to

swallow, and kept tipping the glass. She could not keep up even though she was drinking as fast as she could.

Much of the water spilled out, onto her chin and onto her clothes, but Joe did not care. In fact, he seemed to take

delight in it. He picked up his camera again and resumed the photography session.


Several photographs later, Nakamori produced a pair of tailor’s scissors. Relentlessly, he began to snip away at

Grace’s clothes, between the ropes. Sometimes he would just make a clean snip. Sometimes he would cut out

pieces of her clothes altogether. The scissors in his hand were merciless. 


Grace did not struggle but her eyes betrayed her anxiety and distress as Nakamori systematically cut away pieces

of the clothing on her body. She was afraid to move for fear of getting cut by the scissors. Even if she wanted to

move, she was uncomfortably restrained from doing so because her wrists and forearms were secured tightly

behind her back.


Aiming at Grace through his viewfinder, Joe marveled about how a girl could be posing in front of them to have

her nude photograph taken and not utter a peep, but yet when Nakamori started ripping her clothes to shreds,

the same girl could cry. It was the same thing when a girl would wear much less with a bikini but feel

comfortable walking around on a public beach, yet suddenly feel modest if her skirt blew up while she walked on

a street.


Joe recalled that at Ming’s first photography shoot, the poor girl had wept hysterically throughout as her clothes

were slowly ripped to shreds with a penknife, while her wrists were bound to a rope suspended above her head.

Joe had never fucked a girl taller than him before, so he was especially fascinated with Ming’s long legs.


Nakamori ripped off a piece of Grace’s blouse, eliciting a cry from the girl. He stepped away. Joe immediately

snapped away, capturing photographs of her body for posterity. Pictures of Grace’s front and back of her body,

with major rips in her blouse and skirt. While she was technically wearing formal office clothes, the large circular

holes in her bra cups and thongs put her naked tits, ass and pubic bush on exhibition.

“Hang on,” said Nakamori to Joe.


Grace tried to move away, but Nakamori easily held on to the rope harness around her body. He placed a black

studded leather collar around her neck in no time. With the collar in place, and hand looped around the short

leash linked to the back of her collar, Nakamori could control Grace’s every move easily. At first Grace shook her

head in fear, then tried to turn her head away, but eventually she realized that she could not escape from her

Owner with his firm hand controlling her collar. Her lips parted, and she allowed him to slowly insert an eight

inch black dildo slowly into her mouth.


FLASH !


Joe smiled. This was a great shoot , and one of the best pictures he had taken. He could imagine the caption now.


OFFICE PET BITCH GRACIE. In designer office clothes and heels. Body in rope bondage, with cutout holes in her

clothes and underwear displaying her private parts. Collar around her neck and a dildo stuffed in her mouth.


Standing, facing the camera.


FLASH !


Then the pet bitch was turned around. The big tear in the back of her skirt, the circular hole in her stockings and

panties displaying her ass. Nakamori produced a crop, not unlike something used for horses. He lashed her bare

ass a few times, causing her to flinch and utter muffled cries. Red marks on her ass became visible.

FLASH !


Besides the stinging pain of the crop on her ass, and the high pitched whirr of the photographer’s flash bulb

recharging, Grace could not see or hear anything else.


Next the slut was brought to her knees with Nakamori tugging her collar down, her arms still immobilized. “Yes

fantastic,” said Joe, “let the office pet bitch go on all fours like she was born to.”


With her arms still bound behind her back, Grace was helpless as Nakamori pushed her upper body forward and

down, controlling her with the collar around her neck. Without her arms in front of her, Grace could not support

her upper body, and as a result her head and shoulders were pressed to the floor, faced turn to the side (eight

inch dildo still protruding from her mouth), her ass pointed up.


Joe took several closeup shots of Grace’s face and body in the degrading position, pausing between shots to pull

off first her blouse, then her torn bra, hanging by tatters on her body. All this time, Nakamori kept her on her

knees, her head pressed to the floor. Joe continued walking around Grace, taking pictures of her from all

directions, taking his time to strip her - ripping off the remnants of her stockings, pulling the material of her

ripped and crumpled skirt down to her knees - till she was totally naked, except for the collar on her neck, the

dildo in her mouth, and the pair of torn panties still hanging around her one ankle. Just a couple of months ago,

she was a confident career woman, an executive high-flier. Now she was just a fuck toy, a sexual plaything to be

used and abused.


“You know who requested this pose of you, Grace?” the photographer said to her softly, snapping away with

gusto. “Your boss Mr Shih,” he grinning, “oh yes – Nakamori-san will make quite a bit of money selling your

pictures to the bosses of the company you stole from, and who knows who else in your office. Hahaha.”


Grace felt her eyes welling up in humiliation, knowing that Joe was standing behind her, enjoying the view and

undoubtedly training his zoom lens on her naked ass propped up in the air, and knowing the same pictures

would be viewed by Mr Shih and Mr Ko, both of whom had already violated her once. Judging by how close Joe’s

camera was to her ass, and the sharp intake of breath from Joe, Grace knew it wasn’t just her ass the

photographer was focusing on. FLASH ! While she could not see the photographer because her cheek was

pressed to the floor and he was behind her, the bright flash of light told her that her captors now had a high

definition image of the most intimate part of her body.


“Spread your legs further,” instructed Nakamori. As her Master placed his warm hand on her left inner thigh,

Grace obediently moved her knees further apart, wondering if he could feel her thighs trembling.


Grace screwed her eyes shut, imagining her Master parting her cunt lips with his fingers, and holding them apart,

so that Joe’s photographic lens could capture her tender pink flesh inside. With her exposed cunt caught on film,

and her face in it, Grace knew her fate as bitch slave would be irrevocably sealed. 


“The money shot,” said Joe to Nakamori.


FLASH !


Instead, her Master eased a curved black dildo into her pussy and turned it on, causing little spasms to escape

from her body.


“Beautiful,” Joe remarked to himself, turning his camera to check his flash light.  Aiming his camera between

Grace’s legs again, he took a few more photographs. He took some shots of his reluctant model’s face too – taking

advantage of the how the working vibrator would put even the most reluctant of his subjects into “the mood”, a

facial expression which he sought to capture in his photography.


With her head still down, Grace swallowed the saliva accumulating in the back of her mouth. The dildo in her

mouth made her salivate plenty, and if she allowed the excess saliva to drool out of her mouth, it would only

make herself feel more humiliated in front of the men. On her other end, her pussy was producing secretions too,

a natural response to the dildo’s vibrations. Powerless to stop herself from lubricating, she felt shamed by her

body’s reaction nonetheless.


“Are we done for this pose?” said Joe. He looked at Nakamori for direction. The close-ups of Grace’s naked ass

not only captured her puckered anus and the curved dildo sticking out of her pussy, but also showed the reddish

welts on her ass cheeks from the earlier lashing. Joe thought of some of the shoots of Nakamori’s other girls,

where he would finger-fuck them in this position to orgasm – the pictures would show their juices spraying out at

their climax. There were also those ones, whom he would whip their exposed cunt, but they would usually be

shaved clean, or Brazilian waxed.


That thought reminded Joe of a question he had for Nakamori. “By the way, when are you going to shave her?”


Grace hated Joe. As if him raping her once was not enough, Joe seemed to delight in defiling her completely. He

wanted to capture her maidenhood’s image for eternity; he was the sort of person who wanted to gloat to the rest

of the world what he had taken, and share with others what her cunt looked like on the inside. He was an asshole.


Nakamori pulled Grace up by her collar, eyeing his bitch and replying wryly, “Be patient, Joe, it will be very

soon..”


On her knees, Grace only looked at her Master’s feet, hoping it would just be depilation they were considering for

her. After all, Natasha’s pussy was not depilated. Her labia were also pierced, and she also had tattoos in

Japanese on her lower back just above her ass, on her upper arm, and above her left breast. Grace was left lying

on the floor at her Master’s feet, still bound, contemplating her fate, as he puffed on a cigar. The dildo in her

pussy was left on, causing an involuntary spasm to pass through her body every now and then.


**


It seemed like ages later, when Grace became aware of her surroundings again. Her Owner was not beside her –

he was discussing with Joe about the pictures they took of her earlier. She heard Natasha’s voice.


Natasha sashayed back into the studio, smiling to herself. She had vanished while Nakamori was tying the

karada on Grace’s body. On Nakamori’s instruction, Nat came over and helped to untie Grace from her bonds,

switching off the vibrator in her pussy. Grace thought that Natasha’s face did seem a little flushed, and it wasn’t

the blusher. Nat only smiled at her as she removed the vibrators in Grace’s mouth and sopping wet pussy.


Royston announced that he had some business to take care of, so he left.


With her bladder already feeling full for the last ten minutes, Grace felt this was an opportune time to put in her

request. It was the two full glasses of champagne she had earlier, plus the big glass of water. Her mouth was tired,

and dry from being stretched around the dildo for so long just minutes ago, but she had to risk the punishment of

being gagged again for opening her mouth when she was not spoken to.


“Please Sir,” she asked Nakamori tentatively, “may I go to the ladies to relieve myself?”


“No you may not,” he replied instantly, without so much as looking at her. “You go after the shoot.”


Grace endured the feeling in her bladder, as Nakamori adjusted the ropes over and around her body. She looked

at Nat pleadingly for help, but Nat refused to make eye contact with her.


Nat led her by hand, walking her to where the pile of her office clothes was lying on the floor, from her first pose

that evening. Joe had already setup his tripod there, and was adjusting his camera.


Nakamori moved a stool in front of Grace, while holding the black vibrator dildo in one hand. He sat down on

the stool while she remained standing. “Say hi to your old friend,” said Nakamori. Grace had to spread her legs

while he slowly inserted the dildo into her cunt. It was clearly too large for Grace’s petite cunt, as she was a petite

girl, but he persisted. When he stopped, the end of the fat dildo stuck out from her cunt by about an inch, but was

secured loosely in place by the ropes traversing from her navel down to the front of her crotch, underneath and

over her cunt lips and up her butt crack to the bottom of her spine.


“I’m terribly sorry, Sir, I really need to go..” she said sheepishly. Her bladder was bursting.


“You need to pee?” said Nakamori without a hint of irritation.


She nodded.


“That’s too bad. You hold it in. The ropes are already done as you can see.”


Without further ado, he turned on the vibrator to the medium speed setting. Grace’s body instantly tensed up. He

also activated the pulse button, meaning every fifteen seconds the vibrator would ramp up to high speed for three

seconds before returning to medium speed.


He turned Grace to face the other way, so that her ass was facing him. Due to its weight, the dildo had a tendency

to slip out if it wasn’t checked by the loose ropes going over Grace’s pussy and butt crack.


Using the index and middle fingers of his right hand, with his palm facing up, he supported the bottom end of

the vibrating dildo, pushing it up when he felt it slipping out. Nakamori wondered: was it slipping out from its

own weight, or was Grace squeezing her cunt? He caressed the hair at the back of her neck lovingly, like he

would scratch the back of a dog’s ears.


Occasionally, he grasped the end of the large dildo with his fingers, and jiggled it in her cunt for three seconds,

evoking a pronounced reaction from the tart. He would vary the direction of the jiggling to catch her offguard, at

times side to side, at times up and down, and at times in both directions simultaneously. 


Right after each jiggle, he would let go of the dildo, and give a sharp smack to Grace’s left butt cheek with his

palm. The smack was delivered in a calculated fashion – not like a spanking with the full force of his palm onto

her ass cheek, but a glancing blow. The effect was a stinging pain that smarted for two full seconds while the

victim would involuntarily clench her butt cheeks together for half a second after the blow was delivered. If he

was lucky, her clenching would coincide when the vibrator went into its burst of high speed pulses, causing

Grace’s body to arch like she has been electrified.


Nakamori repeated this several times, throwing in some randomness with appropriate pauses in between – jiggle

the dildo for three seconds, deliver a hard smack, pause for five seconds, jiggle the dildo for five seconds, deliver

another smack, jiggle the dildo for two seconds, pause for three seconds, jiggle the dildo again for another three

seconds, deliver a smack, jiggle again for another two seconds, and so on.


Not forgetting that throughout this ordeal the dildo was deep inside her delivering two thousand vibrations per

second, Grace’s body was forced to react in ways she had absolutely no control over.  The alternating jiggles of

the vibrator deep in her pussy and ass smacks forced Grace’s vaginal walls and ass cheeks to contract and relax

every few seconds. Grace could feel herself losing grip – not just muscular control. The ability to reason was also

slipping from her mind, and she couldn’t think. She could only react, there was no mind, only body. And her

body reacted to every move her Master made, like the way he wanted to.


Like a reflex, her pelvic muscles were coaxed into this rhythmic cycle of pain and pleasure, while the orgasmic

urges surged inside her like molten lava emerging from the cracks of a dormant volcano. All this time, her full

bladder did not help. Tears ran down her face, as each blow and jiggle raining down on her ass and pussy

systematically dismantled her mind’s control over her body.  She could feel the cracks appearing in her façade of

control as the unbridled desire swelled in her bosom and in her loins - her Master was going to unveil her natural

state, reveal her vulnerable side, expose her raw sexuality.

 

It would happen so quickly and unexpectedly that Grace had forgotten to ask for permission to cum.


Grace started to cum, in front of her Master. With closed eyes and gritted teeth, the silent climax took over her

body, making her shudder violently. She had denied her body the release for so long that when it finally came, it

was like an explosive volcanic eruption that would not stop. But her explosive orgasm was not all to it. He

wanted to humble her. Make her accept her bodily functions, were just that, bodily functions, in front of Him. 


With a carefully placed palm on her lower abdomen, he exerted a firm pressure. Distracted by the pleasurable

contractions her body was in the midst of, Grace offered no resistance, nor did she see it coming. Her bladder was

already like a reservoir at the verge of overflow, and she was too caught up with her climax that she did not

realize her Owner’s hand was touching her lower belly until it was too late. He pressed down on her bladder, not

in a hard way, but firmly. Grace uttered a cry of anguish and despair at the exact point when she started peeing. 


Her Master had stepped back once it begun, knowing Grace could not stop the deluge of her own pee raining

down on the crumpled office clothes at her feet.


Grace closed her legs and tried in vain to hide her shameful lack of self-control, her hands desperately trying to

cover her crotch in front of her audience. She wailed, feeling the hot stream steadily running down her legs,

feeling conflicted by the wonderful sense of relief which pervaded her as her bladder finally let go. Another

shudder went through her body, the last contraction of her forced orgasm.


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