BDSM Library - Story: Grace's Hard Lessons II, Chapter: Chapter 9

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 9 (MF, D/s, humiliation)

** 7 days ago: THE BRINK

Twelve times. It was on the twelfth time when she finally gave up. Royston interspersed the tenth, eleventh and twelfth vibrator session of medium intensity with random bursts of high intensity, pushing Grace closer to the brink of involuntary sexual release. As she ran the errands that Royston gave her with the vibrator working inside of her, she found herself on the verge of cumming several times.

Earlier, she had almost orgasmed in the open office while climbing the staircase, dropping all the files she was carrying and creating a humiliating mess. Everybody saw Grace slip and fall down, where she most certainly flashed her panties from wearing such sluttily short skirts. She deserved to slip too – for strutting around on those ridiculously high heels that made her look like a Playboy centerfold. Five guys had to help her up from the floor. Such a disgrace. Such a tramp. Grace imagined that was what everybody was saying about her.

Although the vibrator stopped to give her temporary relief as she collected her files back and walked back to her cubicle – slowly – Grace could feel her juices seeping through the thin panties. She was on the verge of letting an orgasm slip in earlier, and subconsciously she knew that the heightened state of arousal she was in - her blood-engorged ‘sexual organ with a mind of its own’ had been stimulated and over-stimulated continuously for the last few hours - now put her in a dangerously vulnerable position. A position that she still teetered on, hanging on a thin thread trying to maintain a façade of dignity. With her confused state of mind, and all that sexual tension that had built up in her body, her self-control was waning.

Fighting hard to maintain her composure, she found it more and more difficult to walk or even remain standing up with the vibrator humming like a swarm of bees inside of her. If Royston succeeded in pushing her over the brink with his vibrator treatment, she would be overcome with a giant, toe-curling orgasm. She would be cumming uncontrollably in the presence of people in the office, and when she did, she would be, god forbid, crying out like a whore, sitting down on the floor as she spent herself. To avoid disgracing herself in public, she had to cum now, cum quietly somewhere. She needed to cum desperately. She needed release. And cum hard, she would. She knew from how her entire lower abdomen area felt tight, and from the little tremors that would pass through her vaginal walls with increasing frequency, giving her goose bumps.

She certainly did not want to cum in the file archive room where Royston kept sending her on errands to. If she orgasmed without permission, Royston threatened to make her give blowjobs to the spooky mailroom man, or to the old office janitor again. After several hours and the twelfth time the vibrator went off since she stepped into the office, Grace’s resistance finally broke down. She picked up the phone in her cubicle, and dialed Royston’s extension. Her eyes rested on a pair of legs below as she cradled the phone between her neck and shoulder. She saw the high skirt hemline that went to mid-thigh, revealing the legs to all the men in the office, the tight, clingy material that hugged the hips, the only thing stopping the upper thighs from parting further when the slut sat down . She saw the humiliating anklet of beads around a high-heel encased foot, a reminder of the number of men who used her.

She heard Royston’s voice. “Sir, may I cum now please?” said Grace politely, over the phone. Her lips were pursed, and her eyes half-closed, as she struggled to maintain her composure, with the insane vibrations hammering her pussy. It had gone non-stop for the last ten minutes. She felt like her pussy was immersed in molten fire – a combination of heat, lust, guilt, pleasure, shame and wetness. Grace shifted her thighs uneasily, feeling the clingy material of her skirt riding up to her hips.

“Wait, I don’t think I heard that clearly. Could you repeat that again?” said Royston, feigning deafness. Grace could imagine the smug look on his face on the other end of the phone.

“Sir, could I have your permission.. to cum please?” said Grace. The seconds ticked by, as if Royston was trying to decide if he would grant her the privilege of release that her body so desperately craved.

“In a moment, Grace,” said Royston, his voice firm over the phone. “First, take off your slut panties. Make sure the vibrator stays in your pussy.”

It was indeed a slutty pair of panties. Her skirt was an ultra-low rise mini, and hung low on her hips as she walked around the office. Whenever she reached up to an overhead cabinet to retrieve a file, or sat down on a chair, her behind would reveal the top of her nude frilly thongs, peeking above the low waistline of her skirt, sending male pulses racing as they imagined the rest of the undergarment she was wearing. When she was sitting down in the tall cushioned chairs in the conference room where Royston would call frequent meetings, he would sometimes have her take minutes from the back of the room if there were not enough seats at the conference table, and would not allow her to cross her legs. Those who sat down near her, turning their chair to face her to say “hi” or ask a question, would inevitably get a glimpse between her legs due to the shortness of her skirt – the nude mesh thongs giving some the impression that the office hottie was not wearing any underwear. After all, one could still spot the pattern of dark pubic hair visible through the lacy patterns of the gossamer thin material.

Grace looked around in her cubicle. There was nobody near by. Carefully, she reached down, hooked her thumbs over the elastic band of her panties and tugged them down to her knees. All this while staying seated. Then using one hand she pulled the wet undergarment to her ankles and stepped out of them one foot at a time. Grace had her thongs, damp from her juices, in her hand.

“Done, Sir,” she reported over the phone. The cylindrical object that was the vibrator stayed embedded in her naked cunt.

Royston’s voice continued, “Now I want you to ask for permission to cum via Messenger. Yes, log into Messenger on your computer. Send me a message to ask if you can cum. But before you do so, I want your panties in your mouth.”

A few minutes later, Royston saw on his computer that Grace had appeared online on his list of contacts in Messenger. He had given Grace a nickname on his system, which she did not know about. The message window popped up with a message from his female colleague, which he promptly responded back with his replies through the computer.

grace_slut: Can I have your permission to cum Sir?

Roy: What is in your mouth slut?

Grace’s felt the tip of her ears and the back of her neck growing hot when she saw Royston’s words flashing on

her screen. She peered up from her computer to check that nobody would accidentally see her mouth crammed

full if they walked by her cubicle. Slowly, she typed on the keyboard.

grace_slut: My panties Sir.

Roy: What does it taste of?

grace_slut: My juices Sir.

Roy: Are you sure that is all?

There was a pause. And then Grace’s reply appeared slowly on Royston’s screen, as if she just remembered.

grace_slut: There is also taste of the hotel bellboy’s cum, Sir

Roy: Yes, you jerked him off this morning didn’t you slut?

There was another pause. Then the letters appeared slowly, guiltily.

grace_slut: Yes Sir

Roy: And he wiped his cum on your panties, didn’t he?

grace_slut: Yes Sir, he did

Roy: He told me you begged to jack him off. Begging like a cheap whore, grace.

Roy: Begging to make him cum into your panties.

Close to the edge of orgasm as she was, Grace felt the stinging humiliation stabbing her soul like knives in winter. She did not dare to retort.

Roy: Do you want to cum badly slut?

grace_slut: Yes, please.. Sir

Roy: Good. At the count of 3, you may cum you little horny bitch.

Roy: 1

As Grace watched the screen, she squeezed her legs together, leaning forward at her seat. This had the effect of bringing the vibrations to her aroused clitoris. The next line appeared on her Messenger window.

Roy: Not satisfied in giving the office janitor a blowjob, now you’ve tasted the bellboy’s cum too.

You’re a cum-hungry, dirty little tramp, you know that?

Grace felt the burning humiliation of her status in the office, taking orders from Royston, her mouth stuffed with the panties which had previously just been soaking up her juices from her cunt, the fact that the bellboy that morning had wiped his spent cock in the very same panties in her mouth. She waited for the next magic digit to arrive on the screen.

Roy: Open your legs WIDE

Grace did so, feeling the shame wash over her slutty body.

Roy: 2

Roy: Diddle that nasty clit of yours. LEGS WIDER

Grace complied with the instruction, her mind overheated beyond reason, as she used two finger tips to rub the outer labia of her vulva, just above her clitoris. It made her feel so good – a pleasure which overcame all logic and all inhibition. She could feel the rush building up in that special place deep down below.

Roy: Your cunt juices, mixing with young Steve’s jism – are you sure you can taste both in your mouth?

Grace could only type one letter at a time at this point.

grace_slut: Y

grace_slut: e

grace_slut: s

Roy: 3

Roy: CUM NOW YOU SLUT

Grace’s hand was already slippery with all the wetness made by her vagina. When she saw the final number appear on her screen, she could hold back her orgasm no longer. Grace’s body spasmed and jerked as her first orgasm hit her hard, each wave surpassing the previous one in intensity.

Roy: Come HARD for me, grace …Yesssssss.. CUMMM YOU LITTLE SLUT….cumm again, and again, you SHAMELESS whore !! Yess.. oh you nasty, cheap little slut, you’re making my cock hard.

With the vibrator on full throttle and Grace’s eyes fixed onscreen at those hurtful, humiliating words, she couldn’t stop herself from getting a second and third orgasm off it. The spasms passed through her slender body, as she felt her cunt-hole contracting and relaxing repeatedly.

Roy: Ohh yes, watch this GRACE SLUT cumming like a bitch in heat, her juices gushing like there is no tomorrow!

Overcome with shame and the sudden release of tension from her body, Grace slumped forward, laying her forehead on her desk. When she came to, she saw the words from her tormentor still on her screen.

Roy: Have you finished cumming yet, slut? Did you watch how your own slutty body came again and again at my command? Bet you’ve wet your seat with your cum, you disgusting tramp. So are you done yet?? What did I teach you to say?

Because her mouth was still stuffed full with her panties, some of her saliva drooled down from the corner of her lips down to her chin. She typed her reply.

grace_slut: Yes Sir. Thank you Sir, for letting this one cum…

Tears ran down her face, as Grace pulled out the wretched, soaked undergarment from her mouth.

Afterwards, Royston marveled at the wonders of technology. With the aid of a two web-cams he had secretly installed – one in the air-conditioning duct overlooking Grace’s desk, and another under her desk - he was able to spy on her. From the camera above, he was able to witness how Grace had taken off her panties and stuffed them in his mouth. It faithfully captured her hand being busy under her desk as she stared at her monitor screen leading up to her climax, and how her small body spasmed in its throes of pleasure as she spent herself. It made for a super-hot erotic video clip that he would be sending off to Nakamori shortly.

Better yet, Grace did not know that when Royston told her to open her legs wide, the spy camera under her desk was zooming in onto her pussy in all its naked glory, a live vibrator dancing in it. It captured how her finger tips were moving up and down quickly over the apex of her outer lips, pulling the skin of her clit hood over the erectile nub of her clit to give herself pleasure. The video clip would show how her fingers moved faster as she neared orgasm. The picture zoomed in to a close-up of her pussy as she climaxed the first time, then two more times, and finally ended with showing how her juices leaked out after her orgasms.