In a moment, Grace, said Royston, his voice firm over the phone. He had given Grace an online nickname on Messenger a very apt one reflecting her new status in the office. Email comments to darkavenger at CHAPTER 1 (MF, nc, humiliation, toy) ==================================== Grace walked across the polished marble corridor of the office. Then she saw Ming glancing at her very short skirt. As the elevator door closed with the two ladies inside, Ming said, You dont mind if I say something Grace? Which is great Why, thanks Grace smiled quizzedly, knowing that there would be a but coming up. Carefully, she reached down, hooked her thumbs over the elastic band of her panties and tugged them down to her knees. Then using one hand she pulled the wet undergarment to her ankles and stepped out of them one foot at a time.While heightening the sensuality of a womans legs, walking in these extremely tall heels was an art, as the lady would have to balance her entire body weight, between her toes and that tiny stiletto heel on the back of the shoe.This has pleasing side effects from a male point of view.Synopsis: A young female executive finds herself blackmailed into a cycle of submission, humiliation and depravery after being discovered by her colleague that she had embezzled money from the company. ========= GRACES VERY HARD LESSONS ================ By Dark Avenger. Email comments to darkavenger at ** PROLOGUE : 7 days ago: ASKING FOR PERMISSION TO CUM Sir, may I cum now please? Her lips were pursed, and her eyes half-closed, as she struggled to maintain her composure, with the insane vibrations hammering her pussy non-stop for the last ten minutes, the twelfth time that day since she stepped into the office. Grace had her panties, damp from her juices, in her hand. The cylindrical object that was the vibrator stayed embedded in her naked cunt.
The heels were part of his plan for Graces training.
In reality, she felt uneasy walking around in the embarrassingly short skirt, which tended to ride up her thighs. He changed his secretaries, typically quite young, very often too. She was just forced to admit that she liked dressing like a slut.
The extremely high heels made it even worse, making her sway from side to side as she walked, and she was worried that if her skirt climbed higher, her panties would be exposed to her colleagues on the floor. The humiliation burned in her heart, as her mind drifted to thirteen days ago.
The whole outfit made her out to be the office slut. This was the day when Royston first made her wear the six-inch heels, probably the most symbolic of her becoming the office slut ** 13 days ago: THE HEELS.
Grace walked across the foyer in the office, holding a coffee cup and saucer in her small hands.