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GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS
by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006 & 2007. Email comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com.
CHAPTER 21 (bondage,mast,toy,humiliation)
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Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
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Grace stood there in front of her audience, her upper body slumped forward in humiliation. The trickling of her
warm piss dribbled down between her legs, onto the puddle of clothes she wore to the office that morning. She
just had a forced orgasm at her Owner’s manipulations, and was made to lose control of her full bladder right
after.
The vibe still active inside her pussy stimulated her vaginal muscles, ensuring a couple of good post-climax
shudders to pass through her pelvic region, as her bladder emptied. So even if she had tried to, she might only be
able to pause the stream of urine momentarily, but ultimately had no way of holding it in. The young female
executive cried out in distress, unable to help herself from releasing her bladder completely in front of Nakamori,
Joe, and the camera.
The stream of pee dwindled to a tiny trickle, nearing its end. Grace did not know what to do, but remain standing
there stupidly. The humiliation from the knowledge that Joe had taken several pictures of her in the last few
minutes - photos of her disgraceful climax at her Master’s hand, and photos of how she urinated on herself –
welled up inside her. Overcome by deep shame, the sobs erupted convulsively from Grace’s heaving chest, even
before the peeing had stopped completely.
Marvelous! Joe thought. Joe always delighted in taking the pictures of the aftermath – crumpled mess of piss-
soaked work clothes under Grace’s bare feet, her shoulders heaving with breath-hitching sobs, while an
occasional shudder escaped from her lower body due to the buzzing vibrator still forcibly crammed up her cunt.
Looking at the scene, Nakamori remembered a girl owned by another Master.
Nakamori remembered that girl clearly, for she had worn a dress that he designed. She had a fashion spread
photographed by Joe for a reputable magazine in fact, at this very studio. Her Master had the girl wear a chastity
belt at most times. Even when she was at this studio, she wore one under her dress, posing on the couch. She was
tall, blonde and pretty. But she was haughty, and her Master wanted her to learn a lesson. Nakamori knew
because her Master showed Nakamori the video tape.
Her Master brought her to an outdoor charity event, dressed in a sexy cocktail dress. She attracted a lot of
attention, as she always did. After several drinks, the girl asked for permission from her Master to borrow the key
to her chastity belt so that she might relief herself in the ladies. Her Master denied her that request, making her
mingle with the crowd with a full bladder. When she reached her a point of desperation where she could hardly
hold it in anymore, her Master brought her to a somewhat more private area. In the presence of some people that
her Master knew and whom she had just met at the event, her Master stood behind her and without warning, had
his hand on her lower belly and pulled her toward him. His pressing down against her full bladder, caused the
girl to pee in her dress. She was utterly distraught. To make it worse, her public peeing was caught on tape by
somebody – a calculated move by her Master to ensure her good behavior for a much longer period thereafter,
since he knew the owner of video camera.
Nakamori had also seen a video of another girl who, for her twenty-first birthday was given a swimsuit to wear.
The men whom her Master arranged to celebrate her birthday appeared to be all middle-aged men who shared
two fetishes – one of which was young girls in swimwear. Wearing the swimsuit, and with her hair tied in a
ponytail, the girl was the center of attraction with the men crowded in a circle around her. The girl was then
made to pee, while still wearing her swimsuit in front of her appreciate audience, thus satisfying their other fetish.
Looking at a sobbing Grace, Nakamori smiled to himself. His bitch would make a good piss slut yet.
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It was about half an hour later. Grace was accompanied by Natasha, who had cleaned her up. Grace was wearing
a white bathrobe, appearing at the doorway of the studio. Her eyes betrayed little emotion as she stood in front of
Nakamori, Royston and Joe. In front of the men, Nat undid the belt of the bathrobe that Grace had on her body.
The front of the bathrobe fell apart, revealing Grace to be completely naked beneath. Nat stood behind Grace and
grasped both sides of the robe above Grace’s shoulders. Nat took off the bathrobe completely, leaving Grace
standing in her full naked glory. Unlike earlier, Grace no longer seemed to betray any sign of shyness in her
complete nudity. Her forced orgasm and urination in front of them seemed to have had effected a change in
behavior. Perhaps in Grace’s mind, the men had ‘seen everything’, well, almost everything, so her nudity was
nothing to be modest about anymore.
Excellent, Nakamori thought to himself, his hand rubbing the stubble on his chin. Grace’s first stage of
submission had been achieved by Royston recently – she had accepted that her body was not hers, and that an
orgasm was a privilege which she had to seek permission from either her Trainer or Owner. The second stage
which he would say they have achieved tonight was her being totally comfortable being nude in front of them.
That would soon move to being nude in front of other people. He wondered if Grace had also been acclimatized
to lose her inhibitions about cumming in front of others, to give in to her own need to cum above all else. This he
would find out soon. When a girl was totally comfortable being nude in front of others, and lost all inhibitions
about orgasming in front of others, he would have a true slut.
For her next pose, Grace was brought to stand in front of a big frame shaped like the letter “X”. It was taller than
she was. Her eyes betrayed her incomprehension and dread when she saw the metal shackles on the four corners
of the “X”. Nakamori and Joe each held her left wrist and right wrist up respectively, placing them in the open
shackles on either side of the upper ends of the “X”. With the two men holding her arms in position, Grace let the
iron shackles close around her delicate wrists. Standing spread-eagled, her left ankle and right ankle were also
shackled into place on the lower ends of the “X”. The dildo in her mouth was replaced with a ball gag, while
Natasha applied oil liberally all over Grace’s nude body.
Nakamori brought out a black wooden stand which stood at about Grace’s knee height. Although Grace was
secured to the platform by her shackled wrists and ankles, she was not secured so tightly that she could not move
herself up and down a few inches. This was what Nakamori counted on. Grace watched on as Nakamori
produced a black eight-inch dildo, and inserted one end of it into a hole at the top of the stand. It fitted perfectly.
Turning a couple of knobs at the side of the stand secured the dildo firmly in place, with the business end sticking
up vertically.
Nakamori moved the stand between Grace’s legs, whereupon Grace realized the stand’s height was adjustable.
Nakamori raised it an inch at a time, till the head of the dildo was an inch away from her vulva. At this point, he
paused, and looked at his slut, who was as silent as she could be. Her helpless eyes were staring at him, while her
mouth was forced open by the ball gag stuffed in it. Her chest rose and fall with her heavy breathing, as she
waited in anticipation for his next move. The Japanese fashion designer cupped his slut’s pubic mound with his
hand – for a split second their gazes met - in one deft motion, his finger had tested her readiness.
She was moist. Grace tore her gaze away from her Owner’s eyes; she could not bear him seeing the recognition of
her state of dampness, in her eyes.
Nakamori continued raising the height of the stand – Grace reacted with a soft involuntary cry, muffled by the
gag, when she felt the tip of the dildo touch her labia lips. She knew what he intended. He would only stop when
the head of the dildo was inside of her. Still she attempted to postpone the inevitable by trying to stand on her
tiptoes as the head pushed against the entrance of her vulva. Nakamori said nothing, allowing the slut to delay
her fate, as he raised the stand higher by another inch, till again, the head was pushing so lightly at her moist cunt
lips.
She was on tiptoes already, and could raise herself higher no further. The Japanese man stepped back, taking his
place beside Joe who was focusing the camera on his hapless model. Her calves were already beginning to ache
from the effort of keeping her body from bearing down on the cold, unfeeling, bulbous head of the vulgar sex toy.
A minute later, her calf muscles began to tremble, and Grace found her will and strength waning as the pressure
at her vulva grew.
When the head of the dildo penetrated her - by her own failure to sustain her bodyweight from standing on her
toes - her eyes flew wide open in surprise, then rapidly transitioned to shame. The surprise came from how
quickly and how deeply her vagina had accepted the circumference of the massive dildo head and slid down the
thick shaft like a velvet sheath, fully impaling herself. The shame from the realizing the reason for why her cunt
swallowed the dildo whole was that her inside walls were very well-lubricated. Slick with her secretions in fact,
which also accounted for her relatively painless penetration.
Grace’s unceremonial ‘deflowering’ by the mechanical dong, and her conflicted reactions were captured faithfully
by the camera in front of her silently. The camera had been setup by Joe on a tripod in front of her, and preset to
take a series of ten pictures at half second intervals when he pressed a button in a little remote in his pants pocket.
With the dildo fully entrenched in his pet’s hole, Nakamori turned it on at a low vibration setting, causing an
immediate reaction from her. One thousand vibrations per second of an undulating seven-inch long shaft buried
in her tight cunt, made Grace’s body quiver like an electric shock was going through her.
She was vaguely aware that Joe must be taking pictures of her, but could do nothing to stop her body from
violently reacting from the flood of sensations overpowering every inch of her muscles and nerves. It was as if
there was another Grace inside her mind, that was looking at her bound naked body on the “X” while the stand
invaded her vaginally. The Grace in her head was totally mortified at being exposed, abused, manipulated, and
humiliated like this, but yet the grace that had her wrists and ankles restrained could feel the wanton warmness
spreading in her loins.
Grace let a low moan escape her slightly open mouth. As her Master toyed with her shamelessly lubricating hole,
she tried frantically to lift her body up to escape his ministrations on her sex. Escape proved to be futile, as the
resilient bonds around her wrists and ankles attested.
Unlike all of the vibrators and vibrating dildos that had been used on Grace, the vibrating dildo that Nakamori
was using on Grace had an additional function that could be turned on or off separately. The knobbly head of the
dildo had three rounded protrusions. This entire head could be made to rotate – more accurately there was a
secondary motor inside that caused the head of the dildo to turn in a small circular motion – making the three
rounded protrusions clearly felt as they turned inside their subject.
Nakamori turned up the vibration to medium speed, and pressed the switch that also turned on the rotator motor,
watching the knobbly head turn around and around in small circles.
Unprepared for anything like this, Grace made unintelligible grunting noises. With her tiny vagina enveloped
around the thick shaft of the dildo, Grace was already in outer space with two thousand vibrations per second.
With the head of the dildo rotating in small circular motions inside of her, Grace was near hysterical, throwing
her head back, eyes closed, her wrists flailing in their shackles. Her lower body heaved and rolled from side to
side, as the vibrating dildo worked inside her. She had no escape, for she was impaled on the dildo.
Grace could do nothing but mew meaningless sounds through her ball gag. Saliva drooled from her mouth down
between her breasts. Through the periphery of her vision, she saw Joe taking some pictures of her, but she was
hardly able to register any more shame nor self-restraint.
When Nakamori pushed the vibration setting to high for twenty seconds, perspiration broke out on her from
head to toe, causing her oiled body to glisten with a new intensity. Grace bucked wildly against her bonds, and
was humping her ass back and forth, but this time she stayed mostly silently.
Again, Joe snapped several more photographs. Something started flashing on his viewfinder screen.
“Damn, it’s full,” said Joe, looking at his camera, “hold on a sec – I gotta go download the pix to my Mac.” With
that, Joe walked away.
Estimating that Grace would cum within a minute if he left the vibrating dildo on at high, Nakamori turned it
back to a low setting. From Royston’s reports of Grace’s orgasm training so far, and what he had witnessed in her
first orgasm that evening, he predicted that the low setting would keep his slut hot and bothered, but was not
enough to get her off a second time, unless she had some ‘help’.
Nakamori sighed audibly. He took out his cigar case, selected a cigar and snipped off an end, pausing to watch
Grace. She was silent. Her body was mostly motionless albeit tense, but every now and then he detected a tremor
passing through her body. Ah good, she was enjoying this, no doubt. “Where the hell has Nat disappeared to?
Getting coffee for all of us, I hope!” he said, as if expecting an answer from the gagged and perspiring Grace.
Dipping in his pocket for his matchbox, he found none. Cursing in Japanese, he walked off to, leaving Grace
alone.
Tied and gagged, with a vibrating dildo humming and rotating inside of her, Grace shut her eyes, trying her best
to ignore the sensation of her cunt slime dribbling down her inner thighs. There was nobody around her. No Joe,
no Nakamori, no Royston, no Natasha. She was alone. This was the second time they left the vibrator in her that
evening.
Grace slid her wrists forward in her shackles, and shifted her ankles ever so slightly apart from each other, and
leaned her upper body forward while pushing her ass back against the surface behind her.
She was instantly rewarded with a hot rush of pleasure and a louder buzzing sound emanating between her legs,
lasting the few seconds when she had leaned forward and allowed her knees to bend slightly. Before she was
conscious of it, Grace had allowed a murmur of pleasure to escape her lips – manifested by little more than a
muffled sound thanks to the ball-gag, and a webby strand of drool fell from the corner of her mouth onto her
naked breast.
Grace’s eyes opened slowly, and looked around sheepishly. She realized that when she did what she did, the
dildo entrenched itself even more deeply than it already was in her cunt. When she leaned back and pulled
herself up, she would find herself arching her back because she would subconsciously push out her hips. Not to
the extent of standing on her toes, but nevertheless shifting her weight to the balls of her feet. Peering down at her
body, gazing at her own stiff nipples and feeling them throb, Grace realized what she was doing. She was fucking
herself on the vibrating dildo. Her traitorous knees, her slutty hips, her rocking feet were all in the action. Tears
brimming at the corner of her eyes, Grace berated herself hatefully for being a dirty slut.
Although the dildo was screwed dead to the stand between her legs, the minute rocking action lifted her juicing
cunt an inch off, and also seemed to position the head of the dildo directly against a sensitive spot in the anterior
of her cunt passage. Letting the vibe head contact that sensitive spot in her cunt unleashed a barrage of
pleasurable sensations that made Grace lose herself – she was powerless to resist leaning into it. The only sensation
that connected her to the outside world was the feeling of the rivulets of her juices running down her the inside of her
thighs. Pressing the black invader further into herself caused her to gasp through her nose and ballgag. The
buzzing vibe head of the dildo skittered over her pubic bone, sending shockwaves of ecstasy crashing into her
swollen clit. "Nnnngggggggg!!!" she moaned involuntarily through the gag.
She could only withstand a few seconds of this before it became painfully sensitive there, so she had to ease off by
leaning forward again, and lifting her body up. Grace could feel her rational mind clouded from the cum haze
that her body was already in.
“What on earth are you trying to do, Grace?” A shard of her former consciousness chided herself in disgust.
“Trying to get yourself off?? what are you turning into?”
Unfortunately, the throbbing in her nipples and her loins were all that she felt and heeded. After all, she had
already orgasmed earlier that evening, and without permission too. She was certain that she would be punished
for it – would she be made to expose herself on the bus again, or made to whore herself to Tony the office
mailman, as Royston had hinted to her before? The visions in her head sent a wicked spasm through her heart
and down to her aching cunt. Her body begged for release. She was beyond caring, about what would happen to
her, about what she was becoming, about everything. She could only think about one thing on her mind, and for
that she rehearsed her pathetic plea in her head. “Please – may this one orgasm Sir ?”
Grace’s hips jerked, steadily building a rhythm as her self-control wilted. A deep anguished groan began in
Grace’s throat as she sank the thick toy slowly into herself. "Nnnngggggggg!!!" The muscles in her strained legs
and taut ass twitched. Sliding the ridged, latex shaft out gradually by lifting herself up was sweet torture.
Meanwhile, the men watched Grace with a high definition television from an adjacent room. Unknown to Grace,
this was all part of the plan. The vibrating dildo was set by her masters at a speed sufficient to keep her aroused
and needy, but not enough to let her orgasm. Her being left alone was by design. If she fucked herself on the
dildo and managed to get a couple of good orgasms before they returned, Nakamori would win the bet. If she
hadn’t gotten herself off by the time they returned, Royston would win the bet.
There was a hidden video camera capturing her every move from the front, and another tiny one hidden in the
adjustable stand with the lens pointing up between her legs. The tiny video camera captured every detail of the
thick dildo disappearing into Grace’s cunt when she slid down, and captured how her pussy lips clung on to the
shaft when she slid herself up, leaving behind a trail of diaphanous threads of her sexual secretions. This video of
Grace fucking herself would be useful evidence if she ever tried to press charges against them that they were
making her do things against her will.
Grace felt her pussy clench once. She knew that she was near the point of no return. She was going to orgasm
again. In frantic need, Grace's hips arched even higher and as she drove the dildo into herself and held it.
Her eyes were half-closed, and flipped wide open when she realized her tormentors had returned. Nakamori and
Joe returned, accompanied by Royston. She uttered a muffled cry as she struggled in her bonds. Then she stopped
moving, her eyes staring into her captors’ eyes, while she breathed heavily through her nose. The sound she
made sounded like a cry of protest, but in reality it was a cry of frustration.
On the one hand she was frustrated she didn’t cum before Nakamori turned off the vibe and removed the stand.
On the other hand, she was grateful that she hadn’t – if she did orgasm, Royston would be sure to point this out
to humiliate her further, and punish her again another day.
Nakamori removed the ball-gag from her mouth first. The other two men helped to untie her, taking every
opportunity to brush against her erect nipples. Royston pointed out, “Oh look, we have a couple of stiffies,”
flicking his fingers against both taut nipples, causing Grace to shrink her upper body back. Grace kept quiet,
enduring the verbal humiliation.
As Joe untied her ankles, she felt his big hand cupping her pubic mound. His thick fingers probed her pussy lips
roughly. “Check it out,” he grinned, holding his wet fingers up for all to see. “You see that bitch?” he remarked
scornfully, holding the secretions-coated digits in front of Grace’s eyes.
Joe smirked, wiping his fingers on Grace’s face. Not easily satisfied, the photographer forced his fingers into her
mouth. “Lick em’ bitch,” he said, “taste yourself…”
Grace resisted at first but very quickly succumbed to the man forcing her fingers into her mouth, her eyes
balefully affixed on Royston. He was watching Joe humiliate her, with his usual cruel grin on his face. Royston
still loved the idea of every man around Grace using her and humiliating her.
“Yes, my kawaii little pet loves to expose herself,” said Nakamori, preparing another length of rope, “she just
doesn’t know it yet.”
**
For the next hour, Grace found herself bound with rope, and forced-tied into positions where she never ever
imagined before in her life – positions of the utmost humiliation where she was completely helpless, where she
was placed in such a way to really expose herself.
She masturbated earlier when they had left her alone, and nearly orgasmed. Although she had no choice with the
vibrator left on inside of her, there was no denying that she tried to push herself over the edge. Grace was feeling
guilty, and perhaps her Owner knew she did.
This guilt had put her in a state of mind where Nakamori wanted her to be at. She was in an acquiescent state of
sub-space, as her body was restrained, immobilized, stretched, suspended, and bent in humiliating positions. He
played to her guilt, taking his time exploring and drawing rope across and around her petite body, his hands
brushing against her while he worked, using his voice and his words to get inside her head, toying with her latent
emotions and deepest fears.
“How do you like the idea of me leaving you tied up like this in your office, blindfolded, over the weekend?” he
said to her. She could not reply not did Nakamori mean for her to reply, as she was gagged with a strip of cloth
tied around her jaw with a knot at the back of her head.
Her body was compliant as a rag doll as Nakamori had her legs and arms spread wide.
Grace felt the rope tighten around various parts of her body as he knotted or tugged the rope, or when he would
cause a specially-placed knot to dig into her damp bits. She felt complete emotional vulnerability.
“Or as Royston suggested, “ said Nakamori as he worked on the ropes, “perhaps you could help him win some
big deals? Like entertaining the group of business men he’s meeting next week? He said they were curious how
Japanese rope bondage was different from Western bondage. Perhaps we could arrange for a live
demonstration?” He saw the flicker of conflicting emotions in her eyes but Grace did not respond to his taunt.
Nakamori stepped back to enjoy a cigar and admire his handiwork. Grace was left dangling standing on one foot,
arms tightly bound to her own upper body behind her back, while her legs were spread so wide it was almost like
a gymnast split. A rope binding the thigh of her bent leg kept the leg suspended to the ceiling. Cinching knots
tightened the bondage rope wound around her breasts, pinching them.
Once again, Grace felt the humiliation of being completely defenseless as her assets were totally exposed. There
was absolutely nothing she could do to prevent herself from being displayed in such lewdness. She was totally
helpless to the men’s manipulations of her body as she stayed bound and suspended. Nothing she could do as Joe
stepped up with a gleeful expression on his face, and took several photographs of her like this.
“What would your boyfriend say if he saw you like this?” he whispered into her ear. Grace shut her eyes tightly.
Royston wheeled out a push-cart. On the tray was an assortment of dildos of various shapes and sizes.
Nakamori untied Grace’s gag, as Joe readied his camera for the next round of shooting.
“Grace, your three holes will be filled tonight,” Nakamori said, “I hope for your sake that you’ve been stretched
out. How many days have you had the butt plug training?”
“F-Five days, Sir,” Grace replied, her lip trembling as she looked upon the curved pink latex dildo that Nakamori
picked from the tray. Her jaw was aching from the gag that had just been removed, but Grace knew that it the
ache would be nothing compared to how her three holes would feel by the end of the night.
**
Author’s note: Send comments on the story to darkavenger at tokyo.com. Send pictures of what type of dildo
grace should take in her holes to grace_slut at hotmail.
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