BDSM Library - Story: Grace's Hard Lessons II, Chapter: Chapter 7

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 7 (MF, forced exhib, toy)

** 10 days ago: THE ORGASM TRAINING

“All you need to do Grace is to ask me for permission to orgasm. You are trying so hard not to cum aren’t you? Why do you deny what your body wants Grace? Once you let go and give your body what it clearly wants, I will stop,” said Royston.

When she got into the office, Royston had made her take out the shiny cigar shaped vibrator from her handbag and then made her insert it into her pussy. He then sent her on errands all around the office. Orgasm was a privilege, not a right, he told her. Her owner wanted him to see to it that she learnt that orgasm was the reward for good behavior and obedience.

After half an hour of the vibrator humming in her, she returned to his office. Her face was blanched. Clearly, the effort of not succumbing to the sweet pleasure of orgasm was a challenging one. “Please stop,” she had pleaded with Royston. When he told her his condition for stopping the orgasm training, as he called it, she refused to do it. It was one thing to have her mouth and pussy used against her will, but it was quite another to ask Royston for permission to orgasm, like she wanted it – it was simply too humiliating. She told herself that she would endure it.

Grace was obstinate, so she left Royston’s office unfulfilled, and went back to her cubicle, walking like she was tipsy. She could feel her pussy tingling, the juices sloshing in her cunt desperately seeking release. The vibrator kept her on a constant state of arousal. Royston’s rules were that if she did not cum, the vibrator would stay in the whole day, and he would turn it on every hour or two. If she orgasmed with permission, she would be punished.

Grace contemplated going to the restroom and removing the vibrator without telling Royston. But he warned her that if she removed the vibrator without permission, she would be punished severely – for instance, sucking the old janitor Chong’s cock for five bucks anytime that he wanted it, or a night with the mailroom man doing everything he wanted. While she resisted Royston’s invitation for her to humiliate herself by asking him for permission for something as private as her orgasm, Grace did not yet dare to oppose him or deceive him by removing the vibrator without his consent.

After all, if she made him unhappy, he had the power to make her life miserable – he controlled every aspect of her life now, including where she had to go at all hours of the day or night, and what she wore on her body. What made it worse was that Grace herself signed that contract, in return for him keeping the secret of her theft safe. Just that morning, he had messaged her on her cellular phone, before she went to work. He congratulated her for having spent her first night with Mr Ko, but also berated her for leaving her high-heel shoes behind. He told her to expect punishment, but she did not expect it to be humiliation at the hands of the bellboy who tailed her yesterday on her way to the restaurant and discovered that she had disobeyed instructions. She had purchased and worn a stick-on bra under that sexy dress that she wore to have dinner with Mr Ko, and Steve the bellboy from her hotel had discovered it.

That morning, Grace discovered that even the bellboy would have a hold on her life. Previously she already had to model different office clothes and undergarments for Steve to choose for her to wear to the office – Royston’s way of humiliating her. Every morning, she had to change into different g-strings and thongs that he brought her from Royston, and she had to parade in the underwear in front of him so that he could make a choice of what the sexy young executive would wear underneath her office clothes that day. But that morning it would get worse.

First of all, he was late…

Grace was pacing up and down in her hotel room, waiting for her office clothes to arrive. If she turned up late for work, Royston would be sure to punish her. It would be very bad considering that he already said he was going to punish her for leaving her high heel shoes in Mr Ko’s residence. She contemplated calling up the concierge to ask for Steve, but decided it was too embarrassing; most hotel guests would be looking for any bellboy, not a particular one, and she did not fancy having to explain that she would have no clothes to wear to work if Steve did not bring her any.

When Steve finally rang her doorbell, she quickly ushered him in, forgetting for an instant that she was wearing the translucent nightgown which she was made to wear to bed every night.

Steve had a sheepish grin on his face as he walked in with the suiter and a large paper bag. As usual, he didn’t make any pretense about staring at Grace’s darker colored nipples barely visible underneath the thin, diaphanous material of the sleeping gown. Below, she was wearing a lacy pair of boyshorts-style panties, which she was given to wear.

“I’m going to be late for work you know!” Grace said in a cross tone.

“Sorry!” said Steve, still grinning. “Oh, there’s new instructions today,” he said, handing Grace the sealed envelope. Grace opened the envelope and took out the paper, turning around to read it, away from the bellboy’s eyes.

The typewritten note simply said: “From now on, change in front of Steve. No more changing in your bathroom. Make sure you wear what is given OR ELSE don’t wear it at all”

Grace felt her temperature rising a few notches, but said nothing. Steve was still grinning – she could have sworn he knew what was in the note even though the envelope was sealed! He must have told Royston that she changed in the bathroom the last time she had to model the different undergarments for him to choose.

“You have these this morning,” Steve said, holding up a pair of knee-high boots made of polished black leather. “You lost your shoes last night, I heard?”

Grace stared at him, wondering how much he knew. Surely Royston can’t be serious to expect her to wear knee-high boots to the office?!

“There’s also this,” the bellboy said. In his palm, was a tiny blue bead. The memories of the previous evening with Mr Ko came back like a bad dream, and she pushed it out of her mind.

Grace took it from his palm, undid her anklet, and threaded the bead through it. She quickly put the anklet, now with five beads, back on.

“What does it mean?” said Steve inquisitively.

“Curiosity killed the cat,” Grace replied curtly.

Opening the suiter and bag, she took out her clothes for the day. The top, jacket and skirt was nothing she didn’t expect – the top was figure hugging and low-cut as usual, while the skirt only covered half her thighs. Still it wasn’t as short as the day before, so she almost heaved a sigh of relief. She was shocked when she came to the underwear though. As Grace picked up the panties to wear – which was made of baby blue silk, she saw that there was a damp spot in the crotch area on the outside. The large damp spot was fairly obvious as it was dark blue rather than the light baby blue.

Every weekday morning, the bellboy had a lucky task of delivering this sexy lady’s clothes to her hotel room, and picking up the previous day’s clothes that she wore. Like many mornings before, this morning before he delivered the clothes to Grace, Steve had been in the men’s room. Sitting down on the toilet seat, Steve had pulled out a pair of crumpled panties from his pocket – it was the pair that Grace had worn two days ago. It was full of her womanly odor. That day Royston had turned on the vibrator in Grace’s cunt in generous doses, causing her to lubricate copiously into her panties. Putting the used undergarment over his nose and mouth, Steve inhaled deeply and felt his cock hardening, as he pictured in his mind the mental image of Grace in the professional office clothes. As he undid his pants, his other hand searched into the bag of the fresh clothes that he would be delivering, and pulled out a pair of panties. Steve groaned in pleasure as he wrapped the silk panties around his cock, feeling the soft material around his shaft. Unable to stop himself, he masturbated. With Grace’s heady feminine smell flooding his nose, and the cool, silky material wrapped around his cock, it took only half a minute before he ejaculated into its crotch panel.

Steve felt his cock hardening again now as he watched Grace holding up the silk panties, her nose screwed up in disgust as she realized what it was. With an expression of shock and anger, she showed the damp spot to Steve, saying, “What the hell is this?? You’re disgusting!” In the center of the large damp spot on the inside crotch of the otherwise clean silk panties was a pearly white substance.

This was not the first time she caught him. The last time, it was just a drop of pre-cum that created a tiny damp spot, which Steve had tried to wipe off. This time round, it was a full spunk load, still steaming fresh. And he obviously did not even try to hide it from her, the fact that he had ejaculated into the panties that she would be wearing.

Grace went into the bathroom with the panties. Steve watched her. She put a towel under the tap, making it damp. It looked like she was going to clean his spunk off with the wet towel. Steve decided to give it a gamble.

“You’re not supposed to wipe it off,” he said softly.

“What?” said Grace, pausing to look at him incredulously. “What did you say?”

“I said you CANNOT wipe it off,” the bellboy said more boldly, “you don’t have permission to.”

Grace had a defeated look on her face. It worked! Steve was tempted to do a handstand but contained his excitement, as he did not want his deceit to be detected by her.

“Can I have permission to wipe it off?” Grace asked.

Steve held his breath. He couldn’t believe he actually had a hand in controlling this lovely creature. She was actually asking for permission to wipe off his spunk from her panties that he wanked off in!

“No, I’m sorry,” he replied.

Grace looked even more defeated. Unless she decided to go pantiless to the office that day – which she feared would be a disaster with the short skirt that she was wearing – she had to wear the panties with the bellboy’s cum in them.

Still dressed in her translucent nightgown, Grace stepped out of her boyshorts panties in front of Steve, trying to do it quickly. Steve stared unabashedly at the lovely vision of the lady revealing her thatch of pubic hair, set in the apex of where her slender legs adjoined to her young womanly hips. This she revealed to him for the first time, making his cock bulge painfully in his pants.

Grace stepped into the silk bikini panties, gingerly pulling them up past her knees, thighs and then to her hips. As her crotch came into contact with the wet spot in the panties, a sharp pang of deep biting humiliation shot through her chest – it was disgustingly wet and squishy. Putting on the rest of the office clothes that Steve brought, her face and neck stayed hot with embarassment as she could feel the guy’s cum sticking to her intimate parts. Steve had sat down on the bed, enjoying the whole show. Quickly putting on her makeup, and then the high boots, Grace hurriedly left her hotel room, ignoring Steve.

In the hotel lobby, Grace had contemplated changing out of the panties and cleaning it in the ladies, before taking a cab to the office, but decided she did not have time. She did not want to risk giving Royston an excuse to punish her for coming to the office late. So wearing the figure-hugging open-breast jacket, clingy top that was cut amply low to show her bosom, tight short skirt that barely covered her ass, flashy black boots that went up to her knees, and baby blue silk panties with Steve’s cum stuck on the inside crotch panel, Grace hopped into a taxi. Her outfit screamed sexual promiscuity, but she had no choice. When she walked, she felt the semen on the inside of her panties brushing against her cunt lips. As she sat in the taxi quietly, she had no choice but to keep her legs closed, wondering if the semen would stick to her pubic hair as it dried.

Minutes after Grace walked out of Royston’s office, where he had just told her his condition for stopping the orgasm training, she felt sick, physically and mentally.

She was outside the ladies on the first floor of the office when it happened. The receptionist asked if she was alright. Grace was stooping over, with her arms folded over her stomach. It was as if she suddenly had a major cramp. The toes of her feet were pointing inward toward each other. Royston had turned on the vibrator remotely, the first onslaught for the morning.

Grace replied to the receptionist that she was just having bad cramps. With much effort, Grace took one step at a time, to try to make her way back to her cubicle to sit down. The slim silver vibrator was buzzing industriously in her cunt, secured in place by the baby blue silk thongs. At the control of a button from somewhere else in the office, the vibrator roared alive, barraging her tender pussy relentlessly. Her pussy was feeling especially tender after being sexually assaulted by Mr Ko the night before. But what made her feel nauseous now wasn’t the memory of what Mr Ko did to her, or the feeling of warmth building up in her pelvic region. It was the sensation of Steve’s cum, the squishy damp spot in her thongs that stuck to her vulva. The knowledge that within minutes, the entrance of her vagina would be oozing her secretions, mixing with Steve’s cum. It was the humiliating recollection that moments ago, when she had to peel down her thongs to show Royston, how he laughed at her when he saw how Steve’s pearly trail had stuck to her pussy lips and pubic hair. The fear, anxiety and shame when she had to insert the vibrator into herself despite Steve’s cum being all over her pussy lips. The cruel laughter rang in her ears.

Ever since she was raped by Mr Shih, she had taken the pill every day. She could not bear the thought of getting impregnated by her boss, or by any of the men whom she now had to put out for. She struggled to walk, if in a slightly weird gait back to her cubicle, feeling the chain around her ankle and the beads that reminded her that she was someone’s property, to be used at someone else’s pleasure. When she inserted the silver vibrator into her pussy earlier, careful as she was not to touch her cum-coated pussy entrance (and so she had to spread her legs real wide in front of Royston), she imagined that some of Steve’s cum had gotten stuck to the cigar shaped vibrator as it was pushed past her pussy lips by her own fingers. Thinking about the bellboy’s cum-bits inside her pussy, Grace felt like vomiting. She certainly did not want to be impregnated by the teenager if the pill failed to work.

Grace pulled on a black vinyl skirt from her wardrobe, as her mind went over the events that were only ten days ago. Because she refused to ask permission to cum, Royston had given her the vibrator treatment regularly over the next three days in the office. He had set her deadlines to get a load of chores done - she was sent on errands around the office, delivering documents to various people, fetching coffee for him, or borrowing a file from someone. All the time with the vibrator buzzing in her cunt, wreaking havoc on her body and sanity.

To her chagrin, the knee-high boots she wore as a replacement for the high heels she lost attracted even more attention. Who was this bold young thing dressed like a slut, strutting around the office in high boots and a short skirt, inviting stares from everyone? People in the office would be talking behind her back, gossiping about how she had no regard for the office dress code, and rumors that she had been seen having dinner with Mr Ko at a downtown restaurant. Grace saw the looks, the hushed tones when she walked by the pantry or into the ladies, and she knew that her co-workers had been talking about her.

Nobody else wore something so outrageous in the entire office block. And not only did she dare to wear such slutty clothes, she had the audacity to go out in public without any panties. Grace squeezed her eyes shut as she recalled the sordid details.

** 8 days ago

The bellboy had also chosen for her black fishnet lace top thigh-high stockings to go with the high boots and ultra-short skirt. When she walked through the hotel lobby to hail a taxi to work, Grace realized just how much attention she would get. The lace tops of her stockings were already clearly visible when she was not walking, due to the shortness of her skirt. When she did walk, one would occasionally glimpse her white thighs above the black tops of her stockings. Walking past a bunch of tourist crowding the reception area at the hotel lobby, she felt the chatter in the lobby suddenly dissolve. All eyes were on her. The men’s jaws dropped, while their wives elbowed them or shot her dirty looks. A bunch of young teenagers turned to stare at her openly. To her utmost embarrassment, she got propositioned while waiting for a cab outside her hotel, being mistaken for a streetwalker.

What made it worse was the fact that she was not wearing panties. Steve had wanted a blowjob for giving her panties. She refused to give him one, so she left the hotel room pantiless. In the cab, she had to take care not to flash herself when she sat down in the backseat and when she got out of the cab. Still she could feel the cab driver’s eyes on her the whole trip from the rear view mirror.

At her office building, Grace saw the looks on the faces of the security guards who were screening the morning office crowd reporting to work. She did not want to guess what they were thinking. After all they found a metallic silver vibrator in her handbag the last time it set off the metal detector. They looked at her office security pass and checked her name. They ogled her legs. They smiled at each other.

Reporting at Royston’s office, she was in for more humiliation. Royston had instructed her to open her legs to take the vibrator in her cunt. That was when he found out she wasn’t wearing panties.

“You didn’t want to suck his cock?” Royston had chuckled when she explained why she wasn’t wearing the panties that were delivered to her hotel room. “Perhaps you’d rather not wear panties for good?” he asked.

“No… please Sir.. I do want to wear the panties you have picked for me. But.. it’s so humiliating to - you know.. I feel so… so cheap to be giving him a blowjob for it,” Grace pleaded.

“Cheap? Haha… the moment you stole that money, you’ve become a worthless slut, not cheap, but worthless. You’re a worthless slut that has already sucked quite a few cocks Grace, “ said Royston, pointing to the beads on her anklet, “what’s the difference to suck one more? I think you’re getting to be a real expert cock-sucker. Nakamori would be real pleased to know you’re training yourself up to be an oral cumslut,” Royston guffawed.

The insulting remarks made Grace felt like she was being slapped. And she could not fight back.

“And Chong paid you twenty bucks for a suck last time, didn’t he?” Royston grinned. Chong was the office janitor. Royston had blackmailed Grace to seduce him and suck him off after Royston just found out that Grace had stolen money from the company.

“Yes, Sir, “ Grace admitted. She hated it when Royston took every opportunity to remind her of the disgusting things that she had been blackmailed to do.

“Twenty bucks is pretty cheap then,” Royston said, his words laced with insult. “You think you’re some kind of high class whore? Maybe you will need to start getting used to charging five bucks for a suck.” (In his mind, Royston had a visual of Grace’s male colleagues, lining up outside the executive men’s toilet, waiting their turn to get fellated by Grace for five bucks.)

“And you know what, I never wrote the note to ask you to change your clothes in front of the bellboy. I guess he came up with that one.. haha…” Royston laughed.

Grace felt flabbergasted. Steve had deceived her!

“Still, it isn’t a bad idea. So from now on, you WILL change in front of him. And if he wants certain favors in exchange for an item of clothing, so be it.” Royston had an amused look on his face as he said this.

Grace was crestfallen, and she felt like crying. Swallowing the emotions welling up inside of her, she sat there on Royston’s sofa, her legs open docilely as he inserted the metallic vibrator into her. He told her, “Since you’re not wearing panties, I don’t know how this vibrator is going to stay in you. I guess your cunt will have to hold it in as you are walking.”

Grace could just imagine what it would be like to be walking in the office, squeezing the vibrator as it hummed inside her. She knew that when the smooth cylinder came on, she would involuntarily squeeze her pelvic muscles as the toy emitted pleasurable vibrations to her sensitive cunt walls and indirectly to her unwillingly aroused clit. The tensing of her vaginal muscles would naturally tend to push the vibrator out of her vagina. She could just imagine if the vibrator popped out – it would drop out between her legs in a flash as she was pantiless. To ensure this did not happen, she would have to force herself to relax her pelvic muscles even with the vibrator humming deep in her pussy. This thought did not thrill her at all. In her previous experience, the more she tried to relax, and the more her pubic muscle experienced rapid relaxation and forced contractions from stimulation, the faster she would reach the inevitable orgasm. Grace pulled her skirt down, and stood up. She could definitely feel the vibrator inside of her, filling her cunt.

“You know what..” said Royston, looking at his watch, “I want you to go out and buy lunch for me – the sandwich shop across the street is fine..”

Grace raised her eyebrows, her mouth open. But she did not dare to refuse. Resisting would make it worse. Buying takeout lunch for Royston meant that she would have to pass through the security gates in the building lobby once more. The metal detector could well go off again, alerting the security guards of the metallic object hidden between her legs. Royston would definitely be turning on the vibrator knowing that she had to go through the metal detector, and go to the crowded sandwich shop during peak hour. Pantiless, there was also a good chance the wind might catch her skirt as she crossed the busy street and jostled with the lunchtime crowd.

“You know which one I am referring to?” said Royston. “No not this street, the one after the traffic light.”

“Yes Sir..” said Grace demurely.

Grace shifted her weight, feeling the small but heavy metallic object inside of her. Taking a few steps slowly, she started toward the door. The high heel boots she wore forced her to push her ass out and rotate her hips in order to keep her balance as she walked, so she clearly felt the cylindrical object ensconced within her labia lips. She would have to keep it snug, no – totally concealed in her body. If the vibrator did turn on, this time round it would not be nesting against her slit in her panties, it would be completely and thoroughly embedded in her soppy, soppy cunt. To make it worse, if it did pop out from her cunt, the wire that connected to the receiver strapped to her waist would mean that the vibrator would be dangling between her legs (the skirt would be too short to hide it), rather than dropping to the ground. The humiliating would be devastating, as she could imagine so many pairs of eyes already on her because of what she wore. The lobby downstairs, the street outside, the pedestrian crossing and the sandwich shop would all be packed with human traffic and curious onlookers. Grace regretted not having worn panties. Standing in the elevator as several men got in, she could already feel the vibrator starting to hum.