Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 11 Grace and Royston went through the posh glass doors that were the entrance to Joe's photography studio. Grace noticed that the pretty receptionist Natasha was not at the reception today. Royston brought Grace to one of the studios, and told her to wait there for Joe, while Royston had to make a couple of phone calls. As Grace waited, she recalled the previous photography shoot which was just a few days ago. She had to model several pieces of lingerie. First was a 'carabaret' half-cup bra in red color that had embroidered floral detail on the straps and cups, which matched her look of young femininity. The only thing was that the bra cups were actually quite sheer and the embroidered light and dark patterns camouflaged the darker color of the areola visible under the material, making the undergarment look deceptively demure at first glance. Upon close-up though, the shape and color of her nipples can be seen, so normally Grace would not have worn this. But knowing that she had little choice if she wanted to pay-back the money she stolen, so she agreed to model it. Joe of course, made sure that he had several close-ups of Grace showing her nipples visible. The second piece of lingerie she had to model made her blush. It was also a demi-cup bra, underwired, in raspberry red and black. This time though, it was completely sheer, and had only some sparse patterns of lace embroidery that gave any sense of modesty. Her areola would be very visible if she wore this. Matching the temptress top, Grace was made to wear a sheer black shorty - once again, completely sheer with the exception of some scant embroidered red and black patterns. Taking the pictures of Grace wearing this together with the sheer bra, Joe's cock grew hard as he could see her small pubic bush visible under the sheer shorty. The third set of lingerie Grace had to model was a white bandeau bra and 'lip-hugger' panties. The bra, made of soft stretchy fabric that was satin-smooth, hugged and defined the bust, but was so thin that the darker color of the nipples under the white fabric can be seen. The sexy see-through lip-hugger was made to show off the wearer - a special seam down the front separated the pubic area for a dramatic look and great feeling to its wearer. In this series of shots, Grace wore a necklace of pearls and had a glass of white wine in her hand, normally making this a very classy scene. But, wearing the lip-hugger, Grace felt especially exposed and vulnerable, regretting how she must look as Joe kept on taking photographs of her. Lastly, Nakamori wanted to see what Grace looked like in wedding lingerie. He chose for her the "Opulence" bustier, which had shaped, underwired cups and a fitted body, with a lace-up pattern at the front. The Opulence thong was in semi-sheer mesh, and featured indulgent floral embroidery and delicate shaped edging at the waist and the legs. Coupled with the thong, Nakamori had Grace wear the stockings and garters that came with it luxury embroidered sheer mesh with embroidered strapping and soft ribbon coverings. Standing back, both men heaved a sigh of wonder. The petite girl was pure allure in the bustier, thongs, stockings and garter-belt with detailed floral embroidery and panels of sheer mesh all over, Grace was a vision of fantasy that would stoke the fires in the loins of any bridegroom on that special night. Except now there was no special night - rather Grace's lingerie pictures belonged to Nakamori now, and would fuel the fantasies of a voyeuristic clientele that enjoyed the perverted and gradual deflowering of a maiden. The memories of the lingerie shoot playing in her mind, Grace felt increasingly nervous about what they had in mind for her today. Hearing some voices next door, Grace peered out of her room. As the door to the adjacent room across the hall was slightly ajar, she realized that Natasha was in that adjacent room. What astonished her was the fact that Natasha was wearing a leash and collar on her neck, naked, and on all fours on the carpeted floor. As the door was not fully open, she could not yet see who Natasha was facing or talking to. "Please fuck me Sir," the receptionist pleaded softly. "Natasha's slut cunt needs a fucking badly," she said, putting her forehead on the floor, her ass sticking out. "Not today, Nat. You have not earned it. Your reward will come later. We have much work to do today." It was Nakamori's voice that replied, so Grace assumed he was standing there behind the door in front of the pronated receptionist. Natasha turned her head and saw Grace looking at her through the doorway. She gave a slight, knowing smile. Which was unusual because Grace had never seen her smile at her the last two times they met. Then someone on the other side of the door closed the door shut. Five minutes later, Royston returned to Grace's room with Joe. Royston instructed her to get into position. After all, Nakamori did tell her during the first photo-shoot that from then on, Grace would always be on all fours in front of him unless permission was given otherwise. "Hello Grace," Joe grinned widely, "its real good to see you again...hehe.." "Hi... Sir," Grace forced herself to return the greeting, as she sank to her knees. For a moment she was going to address Joe by his name, but remembered what she had been taught the last time she was in the studio. Grace obediently got into position on the floor - knees, elbows, arms and open palms all touching the cold floor. The middle-aged Japanese man called Nakamori entered. Grace was in Position Three, a position that signified her absolute submission, almost like a kow-tow but where kow-tow required one's forehead to touch the ground this position only required the lower arms and palms to be flat on the ground but did not require her forehead to be touching the ground. Nakamori preferred this position for his girls as they would still be looking up from him where they are, and he could see their pretty faces, and this position most resembled a puppy crouching on the ground, ready to play with its master. "Today is your fifth photo shoot, is it not?" Nakamori said to Grace. "Yes it is Sir," she replied, from her submissive position on the floor. "Good. You have done well so far Grace... you may get up into kneeling position." "Yes sir, thank you." Grace lifted up her upper body, but still stayed on her knees, looking up at the older, tall and well-tanned Japanese man who stood in front of her. Royston watched from a short distance away. Nakamori marveled at how much progress has already been made with the training of the attractive female office executive. With Royston's help, Grace has already been accustomed to taking instructions to get into display positions in private. In time she will grow more and more used to obeying and accepting that displaying her body is part of her duties as a slut. Grace has also learnt that choice of her underwear and what she wears in public is completely dictated by Royston. The notion that she has no control over her attire whatsoever, and that she simply has to wear what she has been told to wear each day would soon become second nature to her. As Nakamori had done before with several girls, once a girl is used to private display and accepting that she no longer controls the way she dresses and walks, the next stage of training required the girl to learn (usually while dressed in short skirts, or skimpy dresses) to sit with her legs parted - the natural posture of a slut. It starts out with insisting that the girl open her legs and display herself whenever nobody is watching, like in a quiet restaurant, or while seated in a cab, bus, or subway. Again the girl is conditioned to behave and think that her natural state is being exposed and available. It progresses quickly then to the girl having to give immediate access to her body at all times to her trainer or master. To reinforce this, the girl is usually required to wear a baby-tee or cutoff tank-top which stops just below the breasts, with no bra or with a cord binding the breasts lightly to make them protrude out. The master would make sure to take every opportunity touch and squeeze her tits by putting a hand under her t-shirt or blouse. For the bottom, it could be side-tie panties under a short skirt (or a skirt with a high slit) that the master could untie easily and massage her pussy while seated next to the girl in a restaurant or the bus, hidden by the table cloth or a strategically placed bag. In the earlier stages of this, the master would touch her body only when the girl is confident that there is nobody watching, but this would gradually be carried out more and more openly. If she protests, she will be suitably punished. Once the girl learns the feeling of being accessible and docile at all times, and understands that her body is her master's property for him to use as it pleases him, she is ready to move on. The fourth stage is when the girl is brought to a secluded but public place. She will be required, upon command, to exhibit herself at this point. Sometimes the girl would be wearing a top that she can easily lift or open to show her tits, while other times it would be a long coat that she would be expected to unzip or unbutton completely, upon request, to reveal provocative slutwear underneath. Nakamori delighted in seeing the expression on many a girl's face as they mentally resist opening up their blouses to expose their naked tits, or lifting up their skirts for him like a cheap whore, knowing there was a definite risk of being observed. So many of Nakamori's girls would demonstrate the great reluctance to comply at this stage, but he found that he would frequently discover them soaking wet between their legs upon inspection. The goal of course, is a slut who would display herself upon command, in private to her master in front of his guests, or in public even in the presence of other people. Nakamori looked forward to the day he would have Grace willingly display herself to his friends at his simple command, and let her body be inspected by his guests without question. "You look like you want to ask me a question, Grace?" "Yes, Sir. How many more of these photography sessions do I have to do?" "Well you've completed the bikini series and have been doing the lingerie series. Today, you are starting on the bondage series, and then you should be done by next week," replied Nakamori. Grace's mind spun as she tried to process what he meant by 'bondage series', but she had another more urgent question."Why are you taking all these pictures of me, Sir?" she asked timidly. "We're making your personal photo album, Grace. An insurance policy for us to make sure you complete all your obligations to us. And I'm sure you agree with me, the fact that we have all these pictures of you in various states of undress keeps you on your toes. They keep you obedient. Should you be entertaining any thoughts of running away from us, just bear in mind that your family and friends will all be receiving about two dozen full sized, full color photographs of you in my latest swimwear line," said Nakamori with a smile. Grace recalled in dismay that some of these bikinis she modeled for him were not much bigger than a postage stamp. "Uhhhhh...." An involuntary cry escaped from Grace's mouth. She almost doubled over in her kneeling position as an overwhelming pulsation surged through her nether regions. Royston had turned on the slim silver vibrator which is still buried in her pussy ! Grace gritted her teeth, trying to fight the tiny oscillations hammering her tender vaginal walls mercilessly at a hundred times per second. Nakamori continued talking, as if nothing had happened. He said, "I'm sure your father and uncles would have quite a reaction seeing that much of you in their mailbox. And remember that no matter what company you are working for next, just imagine all the men in the company receiving an invitation to join an electronic mailing list where they can subscribe to pictures of Grace in her lingerie, sent to their mailbox every week. One week they'll see you in that alluring translucent babydoll chemise you wore for last week's shoot. Another week it will be you in sexy red garters and sheer lattice bustier. Yet another week it may be this half-cup bra and v-string here." Joe, with a grin on his face, was holding up a dark red v-string that looked so scanty she might as well not be wearing any panties if she put those on. If she wore this, her pussy lips would be clearly visible around the string which went up her ass. The half-cup bra was literally only going to cover the bottom half of her breasts, with the top of her nipples peeking out. Grace shook her head in indignation and agony, trying to fight the assault of the vibrator on her pussy. "Why don't you just.. you know... just - " "Fuck you?" Nakamori finished the thought in her mind. Nakamori laughed, and looked at Joe and Royston, who also joined in the laughter. Grace felt her face burn in shame. Isn't that what they want? She shut her eyes, trying to fight the growing sensation of liquid fire between her legs. "In time you will realize that me fucking you is your privilege. You will be asking for it, begging for it." Nakamori said matter-of-factly, without any hint of bragging or arrogance. "Any more questions?" said Nakamori. Grace had her arms folded over her lower abdomen, and was feeling a little off to concentrate on the conversation. The delicious sensations infiltrating the pores of her entire body were starting to get to her. "No? Good. By the end of today, you would have earned ten thousand in addition to the first ten thousand you had already earned. By the time you finish the final shoot next week, you would have earned another ten thousand." Grace would have jumped for joy, if not for the fact that she was kneeling on the floor in front of the three men, writhing in forbidden pleasure from the vibrator humming in her pussy, enduring the sexual humiliation. Through her fevered mind, Grace told herself that there is an end to her nightmare in sight now! Though she was forced initially to strip in the first photography session against her will - where she had those disgraceful pictures taken of her in a dog leash and collar, it seems that Royston and Nakamori are keeping their word in her payment. Ten grand by this week and ten more for next week! With thirty grand in her pocket, she would be one step closer to paying off the amount she stole that got her into this mess. "However," continued Nakamori, "I have taken over the one hundred thousand that Royston had put up for you. So I am your owner now. You will do my will as long as you owe me the one hundred grand." A soft cry escaped again from Grace, as she felt the pounding rhythms in her pussy multiply. Royston the bastard must have turned up the intensity of the vibrator even higher! Through the half-daze of fighting the inexorable sensations that continue to pulse through her tense body, she heard Nakamori's voice drone on. "In the next six months, your body is mine to use, at my pleasure. Your body will be mine to offer to anyone to use, at my pleasure. Your body will be used in any manner that they choose, as long as you are not put in any situation of physical danger or permanent harm. For each night, you will earn back one thousand per night.. Thirty days a month multiplied by one grand per night, multiplied by six months, that's enough to repay me a hundred, plus eighty grand more extra for yourself. " "You want me to be a prostitute?" Grace gasped in indignation. Her hands balled up in fists, but they remained on her side. She dared not show any disrespect in front of Nakamori. The last time she did, she had learnt her lesson. Nakamori did not reply immediately but merely watched the beautiful girl, kneeling in front of him. Grace felt flushed and breathless. In spite of herself, she felt the first tell-tale signs of a dam building up in her nether regions. Her nipples were taut and erect. Her body was bathed in a fine sheen of perspiration, from the effort of staying in control of the wild stimulations threatening to consume her entire being in orgasmic release. Nakamori replied, "Call it whatever you like. If for some reason after six months you are unable to pay me back the hundred you owe, this album is your auction book. I know a Middle-Eastern trader who is looking to buy fair-skinned petite girls like yourself. You WILL be auctioned off to the highest bidder. With some luck, you'll end up in some rich oil Sheik's camp for sex slaves somewhere in the Sahara." Grace felt her hands and feet turning cold, as she visualized for a few seconds in her mind what it's like being sold as a slave. "Well enuff said. Let's go for the shoot," said Nakamori, standing up. "Before we go outdoors though, I want you to orgasm here." Grace's eyes fluttered open as she hung on the edge. She could feel the dam swelling, and the orgasm approaching. "Come on Grace... I know you're almost there. If you don't cum in here, I will make you cum outdoors. Be a good girl now and I won't make you go out for the shoot with a vibrator in your pussy. Don't fight it any more. You don't want to cum in public in front of strangers, do you? Girl, you have permission to cum... NOW!!" Grace stifled her cry, as the dam burst. Wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her, as her small body convulsed. With both her fists clenched, Grace rode the crest of the wave of orgasm, her small mouth open in a soft cry. The pleasure showed on her flushed face despite all her efforts to stop spending herself. Finally, her body sapped of energy, she felt herself slumping to the floor. Grace felt utterly disgraced, cumming so wantonly in front of the three men.