Kingston, Sara - Grace's Final Submission [Locks and Chains] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (12 page)

Jason slowly slid his cock almost out of her tightly clenching pussy and then started a slow thrusting rhythm. Michael matched his rhythm in her ass and timed to enter just as Jason withdrew.

Michael could feel the ridges and pulsing of Jason’s cock through the thin skin barrier separating Grace’s glorious caverns.

Grace
was overwhelmed with sensation. “Please, Masters, fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast. Use your slave,” Grace screamed.

Their control snapped at her pleading, and they began thrusting with a relentless fever. Minutes, seconds, hours, time lost all meaning for Grace as her body began to burn and throb. As one orgasm hit, her body flew straight toward another. Over and over they pounded her, forcing her to have orgasm after orgasm. The room echoed with screams and groans and a slave chanting, “Fuck me, please fuck me. Use me. I’m your slave.”

Michael pushed a small vibrator between Jason and Grace, positioning it on her clit at the highest speed. Immediately, the most powerful orgasm overtook
her, and she felt her muscles clamp hard on both the cocks inside her. The pulsating muscles were not just in her pussy but her ass as well. Two male voices hollered
their release and both cocks bathed her pussy and ass in cum.

Panting, Michael spoke directly in her ear. “See, my dear slave, look at what your Masters can do for your body. It was built for your Masters to own and control, to cherish and protect, to pleasure and punish. Accept your destiny and submit to us. Trust us to care for you.” The vibrator continued on her poor abused clit. The orgasms didn’t stop. They just rolled on again and again. Now in deep orgasmic pain from the continued abuse of her tortured clit, her last thought before she passed out was
I am their slave
…

The next week disappeared quickly. Grace had fallen into a routine in the house and with her Masters. Each day she took care of the household needs, at night she took care of her Masters’ needs, and they took care of hers. She tried one day to count the number of orgasms she’d had in a day, and after seven she decided, who needed to count? How things have changed, she thought
.

Grace was very excited about starting a personal assistant job the next week in the offices of her Masters. They had discussed the issue thoroughly and decided she was ready for a change, and thought she wouldn’t lose her new slave knowledge by being out in the world again. She loved the time she’d had in the house, but at times it did get boring and lonely. A few days a week in the office would break the time up nicely for her. However, before she could go into the office, they needed to break down a few more of her barriers. Both claimed she was still holding back.

Friday night arrived and Grace couldn’t wait for her Masters to get home from the office. She was dressed in a red sundress and matching strappy heels and nothing else. Underwear was forbidden. The boys had bought her the dress and shoes especially for tonight, and she loved them. She hadn’t been told where they were going or what was happening, and the suspense was killing her. She’d never liked surprises, but maybe that was the old Grace. Maybe the new Grace liked surprises.
Yeah right!

Michael had told her before they left the house that tonight she was going to learn pride and the acceptance of her body, and Grace was panicking in the car as they drove to the Locks and Chains club.
What the hell did that mean? How does someone find pride and acceptance of his or her body?
She knew this would be some type of public event, and she ran through numerous worst-case scenarios. She reminded herself repeatedly that they would never hurt her.
Nevertheless, they are constantly pushing my limits. They even show me limits I didn’t know I had.
Gathering the last vestiges of her courage, she got out of the car and walked with her head held high. She felt terrific as she walked into the club with the two men who were her Masters. As they passed the security director at the door, Michael gave him a nod of acknowledgement. Proud of Grace and proud to be out with her for the first time, he hoped tonight would go as he had planned.

Once inside the club, Michael directed them over to the seating area. He turned to Grace and commanded, “Strip, slave.”

Grace
turned looking at everyone in the club. She knew from last time she was here that slaves and
submissives
were scantily clad and even a few naked, which was also the case tonight. Grace could feel the heat of shame not only on her face but crawling over her body as well. She couldn’t do it. She wasn’t confident enough with her body to be naked in front of all these people.

“Slave, take off your dress now!” Michael again demanded. Shocked, she looked at Jason and was hoping he would help her. “You don’t want me to ask you again. Take off the dress now, or Jason will rip it off you. You have already earned one punishment for your delay in obeying me. Do you want another for disobeying me?” Grace again gave Michael a pleading look. She was shocked by the force in his voice, but admittedly turned on by it, too. She just wished he had commanded her to do something else. She stood now, not knowing what to do. Was he really telling her to take her dress off and stand here naked in front of the whole club?

She felt Jason behind her, but still she stood frozen, her mind was so confused. Her face was aflame with her embarrassment, and panic sped through her veins. Jason grabbed the straps of her dress and ripped them. The flimsy material tore, and her breasts sprang free of the bodice. He continued to tear the material from her body, and Grace was left standing naked in the middle of the club, her dress in tatters at her feet.

“Slave, you will be punished for your disobedience. Follow me.” It took Grace a few seconds to realize Michael was walking away. She raced to catch up with him, trying to suppress her shame at being naked for all to see. She knew that the people in the club were all living the Lifestyle, and there were other naked subs in the room, but they all looked so much younger and prettier than her. She felt that every eye in the club was on her, and she cringed in shame and embarrassment.

Grace followed Michael through the club and down the stairs to the dungeon area. The three of them entered together. Michael led them to a corner of the room that held what looked like old-fashioned stockades.

He unlocked and raised the top panel that split it in half.
Shit! They are stockades. Surely he wouldn’t put me in there?
“I’m sorry, Master Michael. Please, I’ll not disobey you again,” she pleaded.

“Again, slave, your pleas will not help you now. You’ll serve your punishment and learn your lesson. Accept it with grace and honor.” Michael pushed her forward and forced her head into the largest cutout in the middle, followed by her wrists in the other two cutouts. He lowered the top panel, locking it in place with a padlock. He removed the key and put it in his pocket. Taking a few steps back, he shook the stockade, making sure everything was secure.

Grace realized as she felt a breeze on her bare pussy that she was exposed and immediately closed her legs tightly, trying to hide as much of her as possible. Michael made a
tsking
sound and immediately picked up a bar that had restraints on either end. He positioned the bar at her feet, and she felt him tightening the restraint around her ankle. He pushed her legs apart and did something to the other ankle as he let her leg go. Grace tried to close her legs but the bar kept them apart.

It then dawned on her that he had placed a spreader bar between her legs, which stopped her from being able to close them. She had no option but to be openly displayed to everyone. “Do you want to use your safe word, slave?” Grace had to think. She was feeling very uncomfortable and embarrassed. In fact, she was overwhelmed. So far tonight she had suffered one humiliating event after another. However, was it really humiliating, or were they truly trying to get her to accept and be proud of her body? Maybe her shyness and fear was holding her back. What would it feel like to love and be proud of her naked body?

Resolved, she replied, “No, Master.”

He took what looked like a whiteboard marker from his pocket and walked over to a glass wall in front of her. Grace realized that the wall was used like a whiteboard. It had four columns, and each was numbered. She then looked to her right and saw three other stockades next to hers. Each column represented a stockade. Michael proceeded to write in the first column obviously for her stockade position.

Slave must learn pride and acceptance of her naked body. A slave shall never hide her body and must display it for anyone her Master commands. Without hesitation!

Grace’s face paled as she realized the board was in front of her, so not only she could read it, but anyone else who walked past. What a sight, the writing above her head and her pussy and ass on display.
At least they can’t see my face
. She really was stupid. Did she really think Michael was going to let her get away with disobeying him? He had warned her he was going to teach her about accepting her body, but she’d held on to her fears and didn’t see the big picture.

To think she thought walking through the club naked was unacceptable. But this, being locked in a stockade naked and on show was a humiliation so deep, she felt shame wash over her. But she had to admit to herself as she stood there and thought through her feelings. The shame was not at being naked or on view for everyone. The shame was for the sexual heat that pounded through her veins. The thought of being so helpless and on display and everyone being able to see her body started a heat in her pussy, and she could feel the moisture building and starting to seep. She groaned at the realization that everyone would soon see just how excited she was.

She could hear conversations murmuring behind her, and the sounds of the dungeon doors opening as more people entered the room. “There we go, slave, nicely displayed, as every disobedient slave should be.” He patted her behind, and she wanted to scream. She knew she’d gotten herself into this mess but…

“Now you’ll remain here until you’ve learned pride and acceptance of your body.” On that final note, she heard Michael leave the room and the door close behind him. She tried to turn her head, but she could only look directly in front of her and slightly to the sides. Grace was frustrated and angry. How dare they leave her like this. What did they think she was? Stupidly, she remembered they thought she was a slave. Actually, she was a slave.

She prayed that Michael and Jason would come back.
They couldn’t mean to leave me for long
. Obviously, her prayers weren’t going to be answered, and time wore on. So did the many people who walked up behind her. “Look at the slave. What a beautiful pussy. Why on earth would she try to hide this? It was meant to be seen. Her pussy is like a piece of fine art.”

She then felt hands sliding over her ass cheeks and down her thighs, and she tensed in fear at whose hands they were. “Now, slave, how’s your lesson going?” Jason’s voice calmed her, and she melted into his touch. He started rubbing his fingers on her pussy lips over and over. Grace felt herself getting wet as her juices flowed, and two fingers were pushed inside her overheated core. All thoughts of being on display faded, and a slow simmer of lust burned as Jason’s fingers commenced fucking her pussy. With every inward thrust, the hand’s thumb brushed over her clit, and as the minutes passed, Grace started to thrust back against the hand. “Well, my little slave, see how only your Masters matter, see the joy we can give you if you follow our commands. Now come…Come for your Masters.” Grace felt like her clit had just been delivered an electric shock. With those words, she moaned with the waves of pleasure that engulfed her as her orgasm erupted.

As she felt her orgasm subside, she became aware there were a number of people behind her and had watched her orgasm. She had no idea how many, but she could hear some of the comments. “It was beautiful that this slave shares her pleasure. When she climaxes, she should be sharing it with everyone, not hiding it. What a waste.” She felt Jason’s hand leave her body, and again she was alone.

Chapter
Eleven

Grace had no idea how long she’d been in the stockades, but her legs began to cramp. Shuffling from one foot to the other was not relieving the pain anymore, and her body was sweating and shaking. She’d become accustomed to being naked and displayed, and she no longer felt the heat of embarrassment. All the compliments she’d received about her body and the scolding of why she would want to hide it were changing her thought processes. Society as a whole may not accept nudity, but wherever and whenever possible, why not feel the freedom and textures of being naked?
Tribes in Africa and the Amazon don’t have an issue with nudity. My body is no different from any other woman’s in the world!