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Subject: {ASSM} "Grace's Hard Lessons" chp 15 (MF, humiliation,  nc, public D/s, exhibitionism)
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Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 15
 
 
Grace's Hard Lessons
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By Dark Avenger (send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)
 
Chapter Fifteen (MF, humiliation, toy, toilet training) 
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It was two weeks later, in the office.
 
"Thanks Grace," said George. 
 
Grace was carrying a stack of five binders in her arms, as she walked 
beside George. What made this more eye-catching was her spectacularly 
short and tight skirt, extremely tall heels, and the fact that George had 
only recently joined the company at the most junior level in the 
accounting department, and Grace, being more senior in the organization than 
George, was carrying HIS files. 
 
It was a busy period for the accounting department this month, and 
somehow Royston have had a casual conversation with one of the accounting 
managers in the elevator and learnt that they were really short-handed 
because one of their part-time staff had taken maternity leave. And so, 
Royston had volunteered Grace to go help out in the accounting 
department every morning. And because she knew nothing about accounting, she 
could only help in the most mundane of tasks, such as moving files, 
retrieving documents from the office library, and photocopying- menial 
office chores. Specifically, Royston had suggested to the accounting manager 
to have Grace support George. Royston knew that this change of status 
would humiliate Grace further - she would be treated like an office 
assistant, and office assistants were typically paid lower than the 
secretaries, if this was a reflection of the pecking order in the company. 
 
As they walked past a couple of female co-workers, Grace could not help 
but notice that there was some giggling and sniggers. Grace hid her 
face behind the files she was carrying, and could only ignore them and 
swallow her pride. The office gossip was that Grace was trying to seduce 
the younger George by carrying his files and helping him with all these 
administrative chores. In the meantime, George seemed oblivious to the 
attention that they were getting whenever the two of them were seen 
together - he was too preoccupied paying attention to his attractive 
colleague.
 
George watched Grace arrange the files on the large table near his 
cubicle, and shelving them in the overhead cabinet. Each time she stretched 
up to reach the overhead cabinet, and each time she bent down to 
retrieve blank paper from the low cabinet to refill the photocopier, George 
would unconsciously find himself glancing at her. She was wearing 
ultra-sheer black pantyhose today - and George found himself wondering if it 
was pantyhose or stockings. If she leaned a bit further, he was sure he 
would have spotted the top of her stockings. 
 
His lusty thoughts aside, he did offer his help to her a couple of 
times when he saw her struggling with a heavy box of files or trying to 
load the photocopier. But each time Grace had refused his help. She told 
George that Royston forbade it, and that "it's a lesson" to her. George 
had the feeling that somehow, Grace was concerned that Royston would be 
mad if he found out that Grace had let George help her with her work. 
 
George didn't quite understand it, but he remembered that there was 
something strange about the relationship between Grace and Royston. Ever 
since the day George witnessed Grace sucking Royston's cock, and then 
had the fortune of cumming into her small hand, wrapped around his 
spasming cock, George has been beating off every day and night recalling 
those sexy images. 
 
Sometimes he would get so excited just watching Grace walking around 
the office in her ultra short skirts and revealing blouses. He would 
imagine himself going to her cubicle, taking out his cock and making it 
hard while standing behind her. Then he would move in front of her, in 
front of her face, and see the shock on her face, as she saw what he 
wanted her to do, at seeing his erect cock. He would hold the back of her 
head, and she would know she has to give him what he wanted. He would 
move in, and he can see she's almost frightened, and struggling a little.  
He would brush her lips with his fully erect cock, push it all the way 
in, past her lips, all the way in. He would fuck her mouth, and shoot 
off; shoot his dirty cum down the back of her throat, making Grace lick 
his cock clean. After living that fantasy in his head, he just had to 
go to the restroom and shut himself in the cubicle. With a few quick 
strokes, he would end up with streams of jism on the bathroom walls.
 
Now with an incredible stroke of luck, Grace has been assigned to his 
department, George thought. So he could watch his princess in the flesh, 
the whole day. It was difficult for him to concentrate on his work with 
her walking around him, being busy. Just then, George realized that 
Grace had caught him glancing at her.
 
 "Those are very nice...um..." George started to say. Grace had looked 
up, and caught George staring at her panty-hose clad legs. "..um.. 
shoes," George finished his sentence, a little embarrassed, feeling like a 
schoolboy who had been caught staring at his pretty teacher's legs. 
 
Indeed, those heels - they looked like they were five or six inches 
high, which were incredibly tall given Grace's petite frame. Grace looked 
a little surprised, but quickly said, "Thank you..." flashing a little 
smile, before returning to her work. George thought she looked a little 
uncomfortable discussing her heels, so he decided not to ask her how 
many inches they were.
 
As he peered at Grace bending forward in her short skirt to retrieve 
the files from the cabinet, her breasts straining against the tight 
blouse she was wearing, his cock grew hard. Damnit - get back to work, he 
chided himself. Absent-mindedly, he noticed the anklet that she was 
wearing had a couple more beads than when he last saw it...
 
**
 
It was after lunch hour, and Grace was walking along the corridor in 
the office. Ming, the girl from Mr Ko's department who had a beautiful 
head of long, straight hair, happened to be walking in the corridor in 
the opposite direction, when Grace stumbled. Ming quickly went over to 
help the smaller girl. 
 
"Are you alright Grace?" said Ming, holding Grace's arm to steady her. 
Ming noticed that Grace's jacket was buttoned up almost fully, up to 
the one just below her collar.
 
Grace looked up at Ming. "Yes - yes.. I'm... fine... thanks.." she replied, 
finding it hard to speak. 
 
Unbeknownst to Ming, Grace had a vibrator in her pussy as she spoke. It 
was secured tightly against her vulva and clitoris by her panties. It 
was a new model that Royston got from Nakamori just to try out on Grace. 
Where most wearable vibrators focus on the clitoris, this model boasted 
a powerful vaginal stimulator with a realistically contoured shaft made 
of a rigid jelly material. This shaft was penetrating Grace all the 
time she wore her panties, whether she was sitting, or standing or 
walking. There were also a few versions of this special vibrator. One version 
had a shorter, two-inch shaft made of softer jelly, to enable the 
wearer to be able to walk or sit normally without feeling a thing, if the 
vibrator was not on. Royston had selected for Grace the other version - 
with the three-and-the-half-inch contoured shaft made of harder jelly, 
so that she could always definitely feel it filling her. 
 
To top it off, the vibrator had an additional nub for simultaneous 
clitoral pressure. The tight pantyhose she was wearing further restrained 
the nub from moving away from the spot where Royston had positioned it - 
right against the tiny swell of her vulnerable clitoris. A wire from 
the vibrator led to a small silver plastic box unit clipped to the 
waistband of her panties. This unit was actually the wireless receiver to the 
remote controller which Royston kept. It magnified the range which he 
could control the vibrator remotely. From halfway around the other side 
of the office, he could turn on and off the vibrator which he had 
strapped against Grace's private parts, even if she was not in the line of 
sight. Besides turning it on and off, he could even vary the speed and 
intensity of the vibration by six different levels.
 
Grace had stumbled because moments before, Royston had just activated 
the remote-controlled vibrator, as she was walking. Grace attempted to 
cover up her shameful secret, by telling Ming that she was just careless 
with her new shoes. All this time as she conversed with the pretty 
Ming, Grace could feel the strong impulses of the sex toy purring 
relentlessly in her crotch. Ming said, "Ok, walk slowly then, you don't want to 
sprain your ankle," she said sweetly, "It is the highest heels I have 
seen you wear Grace... and probably the highest in the office." Ming 
smiled at her before she walked away, just as Grace felt the impulses reach 
a new level of ferocity that she could not walk. Holding onto the wall 
for support, Grace stood there for a full minute before the vibrations 
slowed down again to a purr. Grace could feel her juices leaking out 
from her crack now, crawling down her inner thighs.
 
Grace continued her way, slowly, as the vibrations wreaked havoc in her 
nether regions. She must fight it! Grace told herself. She refused to 
be beaten by Royston. Her nipples had grown hard and erect over the last 
minute, and their tautness seem not to subside as she tried her best to 
ignore the feelings washing over her, forcing herself to walk back to 
her cubicle. The material of the jacket rubbed against her naked nipples 
and exposed skin of her breasts as she walked. 
 
Just ten minutes ago, she had been in Royston's office to report on 
what she had done for George that morning. Royston had made her take off 
her blouse and her bra - he had used her lipstick to write on the front 
of her white blouse - "Sluts don't wear bras. They love walking in the 
office with vibrators in their cunts." 
 
Grace had no choice but to leave her bra and blouse in Royston's 
office. Just before she left his office, she buttoned up her jacket - the 
only garment covering her upper body. 
 
Curiously, as she thought about the fact that she was naked under the 
jacket, and that it was the only thing shielding her modesty from the 
eyes of horny men in the office, she felt an uncontrollable shiver 
traveling up from the epicenter of the mess of slushiness between her legs, 
to the curve of her bosom. In that instant, her nipples grew so hard 
they became painful.
 
**
It was 7 p.m. Most people had left the office. Grace was in the 
executive washroom on the top floor of the office. The washroom was only 
available for the use of management executives like Mr Shih, Mr Ko and the 
other department heads. And somehow Royston had the key. During the 
hours of nine in the morning to five in the evening, whenever Grace had to 
use the restroom, she would be using the ladies as she normally did. 
But after office hours, Grace had to always ask Royston for permission to 
release her bladder, and she was to only use the executive washroom. 
There was only one men's executive washroom and one lady's executive 
washroom in the whole office obviously, and Royston only gave Grace the key 
to the men's washroom. So Grace had to go to the men's executive 
washroom, go to a cubicle, close the door, sit down on the toilet seat, pull 
down her panties, and call Royston on her cellular phone.
 
She would then have to say, "Sir, this is Grace. I am in the men's 
executive washroom. Can I please have your permission to take out the 
vibrator and pee?"
 
If Royston was happy, he would give her permission to pull out the sex 
toy from her wet cunt and urinate, and she would then relieve herself. 
All this time, she would be required to keep Royston on the phone, so 
that he could hear her go. After she was done, she would then have to 
thank him, before she hung up, and replaced the vibrator before pulling 
her panties back up. If Royston was not happy or was busy, she would 
have to sit there with her panties around her knees, and a full bladder, 
and he would tell her to stay on the line, or call back in five minutes 
or ten minutes later to ask for permission again. During the ten 
minutes in the cubicle, her heart would be beating very fast each time she 
heard someone come into the washroom - she wondered if it might be Mr 
Shih, or Mr Ko, and could not imagine what they would do or think if they 
realized she was in the men's washroom.
 
Grace was sitting on the toilet, having already lowered her pantyhose 
and panties to her knees. She called Royston on her cellular phone. 
 
"Sir, this is Grace. I am in the men's executive washroom," she said 
softly. Her voice trembled slightly, as she forced herself to say those 
debasing words, "Can I please have your permission to take out the 
vibrator and pee?"
 
"Hmm...," said Royston, "let me see..." he said. 
 
Grace waited patiently for Royston's answer. Thankfully, George did not 
ask her out for coffee today like he did the day before, so her need to 
go was lesser.
 
Grace heard the rustling of paper over the phone. Royston's voice 
seemed further away, and he came nearer again, as if he was busy at his 
desk. "Before I answer that, let me ask you a question Grace," Royston 
said.
 
"Yes Sir?" Grace replied.
 
"You remember Mr Sorag, don't you?" Royston said.
 
"Yes Sir." Grace's mind whirled for an instant, as she tried to figure 
out what Royston was up to.
 
"Well, he wants to ask us out for drinks tonight, and he asked me what 
I thought of that."
 
Grace did not know what to say, and waited to hear what Royston had to 
say next.
 
"Since you haven't yet earned the right to have the vibrator removed 
from your cunt today,  I am thinking of sending you to drinks with him by 
yourself.  The vibrator will be on-timer of course, since I won't be 
there."
 
Grace felt horrified as the prospect of having drinks with Mr Sorag by 
herself, with the vibrator turning on automatically on timer every ten 
minutes. The first time in the hour it turns on, it would be on for 
half a minute and then it would turn off. The second time it would be for 
one minute. And so on, until the last time the vibrator would be on for 
a full three minutes. The last time she had this experience was in the 
group meeting with Mr Sorag, and it was excruciating not to cry out 
when the vibrator started and not to betray any emotions on her face as 
the sex toy attacked her helpless cunt. This time it would be worse if it 
was just the two of them, with him just concentrating on her !
 
Royston added, "In fact, I am even thinking of suggesting to him to 
compliment you on your earrings and touching your earlobe." Grace 
visualized Royston saying this with the annoying grin on his face. But she knew 
Royston was serious. If Mr Sorag did touch her earlobe, this would mean 
that she would have to give him a blowjob, and failure to do so would 
result in dire consequences to her.
 
"Please Sir, please... please don't make me give a blowjob to Mr Sorag," 
Grace pleaded over the phone.
 
"Well it's up to you really, Grace. You do have a choice. If you do 
what you have to do as a good girl does, then you won't have that vibrator 
in you when you go meet Mr Sorag. And I won't mention the earrings to 
him."
 
Grace shut her eyes tightly, as she held the phone against her ear.
 
She knew what Royston wanted. She had to ask for permission to cum 
before she was allowed to remove the vibrator. She hated this part very 
much, perhaps even more so then being blackmailed by Royston to do the 
nasty things she had to do over the last month, like giving the office 
janitor a blowjob, and walking around in the shopping mall in those slutty 
clothes. She hated most the humiliation of having to ask him for 
permission to orgasm, and actually orgasming with the full knowledge that he 
knew exactly when she came, and he controlled whether she would be 
allowed that guilty pleasure or not. What made that guilty pleasure worst 
of course, was that it was a pleasure in the first place - while her 
rational mind wanted her to stop, to resist and to run away from this 
situation happening to her, her body had overruled her in that she was 
forced to enjoy this involuntary climax whether she wanted it or not.
 
"Take your time to think about it Grace...but till I hear your answer, 
you won't have permission to relieve yourself. So call me back when you 
made your choice." The phone went dead.




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