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

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