Grace · Part 1

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For Mickey.

As darkness fell, Grace closed the curtains on the world outside and prepared the evening meal for her and her partner Stella, Stella was just the wrong side of forty and Grace was starting to feel a little apprehensive about turning fifty in a few months. Grace had fallen under the spell of Stella online on a Bondage Forum and after months of talking had met up. and found they really liked the other one. Stella had always been dominant and Grace the submissive years later were still together.

Stella had a highly paid job in local government and was a liaison officer who’s job dealt with all things feminist. Grace, on the other hand was a director of her own printing company.

Dinner was nearly done when Stella walked through the door "Evening Grace!" Said Stella giving Grace a peck on the cheek. "How was your day then?" Said grace getting the food ready.

"Well something’s come up and I’ll have to go out tonight and sort it out!"

"Damm I thought we’d spend the evening sat beside the fire!"

"Oh I can’t I’ve got to sort out the roster for the social workers, they’re changing the amount of time allocations!"

"Oh well!" they sat down to eat and after a few minutes Grace sensed Stella was uncomfortable with something. "You OK? You look a bit flustered!"

"Oh no, it’s nothing it’s just the fact I haven’t dome the rosters before, so I might be a long time, I could be all night!"

"Oh I see. If you want me to come over and keep you company, you just have to say."

"No it’s a long boring job and at least you can sleep tonight, at least it’s Saturday tomorrow!"

As they finished dinner Grace cleared and Stella readied herself to go back to work. An hour later Grace got bored and looked at her emails online. All she had was email’s from companies. She needed something to do so she thought of writing to Sally her friend from university, her first Mistress. She hunted round for her email address but could not find it. Grace remembered that Stella’s PC was in their bedroom so she got it to find out if Stella had Sally’s email address.

Grace fired up Stella’s PC and went into Stella’s email, looking for Sally’s address. She found Sally’s address but found an email address for a Master

Oslo. Grace knew that Stella felt nothing for men and had many, many, times spoken out against chauvinism by men. It was her bugbear, she flew into male chauvinism and could talk about it for hours.

Grace didn’t have to roll down the list of previous emails, Stella had got an email from him that morning. As she read it her blood ran cold!

My Whore.

You master requires your presence tonight at my dungeon. I expect you to wear your slutiest hooker clothing and I will use you in any way I see fit. Do not clean your fuck holes as I delight in using it and having you clean me using your tongue. I will use my whip on you at last, I cannot wait any longer despite your pleadings for your partner you crave be kept out of this. I shall destroy your fuck hole tonight and you will thank me for the privilege.

Usual time, usual place

Master Oslo

The answer that Stella had given shocked Grace to the core!

Master

Please except My humble mouth for your pleasure as I freely give it and any other part of my body I can give you Master. I shall wear anything I can to please you Master. I shall not clean myself so you may pleasure yourself and watch as I lick you clean of my shit. Please whip me until my whore body is bloody with welts, I care not for my partner and she means nothing to me!

Your very Obedient Whore

Grace looked in disbelief at the history of emails basically they all told the same story Stella had met this Master on a bondage forum and went to meet him. Now there was the evidence, in front of her. Grace burst into tears. for over an hour she just sat there and cried. The one person whom she trusted had lied and cheated to her. She thought about just throwing her stuff out the back door. She bagged the thought up and stored it. Maybe later. She had things to do. Firstly she found Sally’s phone number and rang her, and told her what she found. Grace downloaded the email on to a memory stick and hid it for Sally. Sally worked for a detective agency so Grace told her what ever it cost she wanted his butt on a platter and enough on Stella to "persuade" her to do whatever Grace wanted.

Although Grace was the submissive, she was only submissive to Stella. She saw Men in general and Masters in particular as social workers! You know they exist but never did you ever see one!

Everything was put back as it had been before and Grace wiped her eyes, she would pretend nothing had happened!

Stella had left at around six thirty at half past two Grace woke when Stella opened the front door. Grace prepared herself and pretended to still be asleep, Stella tip toed into the bed room and undressed, then slid under the covers. She cuddled up to Grace and gently kissed the back of her neck. "Hi babe!" Grace mumbled.

"Did you get it done?" She said with her care head on.

"Yeah, most of it anyway."

They fell asleep almost straight away.

The following morning Grace brought up coffee and toast on a tray for Stella.

Stella tucked into the toast and slipped her coffee, Grace noticed that Stella had put on a long T shirt, She sat on the bed. "Were you cold last night?"

"Yeah, a bit!"

"Well that’s why I got a twin chamber water bed! should turn the thermostat up a bit!" Stella looked a bit embarrassed, she didn’t know that Grace knew why the cover up!

"I’ll bring the tray down with me. I think I’ll have a bath and relax for a while."

"OK babe, I’ll see you down stairs!"

Grace had a little moment when she could have let the whole thing out, she just wanted to scream out loud! She had an email from Sally requesting Stella’s email address. She sent it by reply and asked a few questions at the same time. Grace had just closed her Laptop when Stella walk in. "I’ll pop off and grab some shopping." "OK!" Stella kissed her on the head, and walked out to the front door when the door slammed shut she had realized that Stella had probably got another email, and she was going out for a while to ring him with whatever he wanted.

She went upstairs to find Stella’s laptop and had a look. Sure enough she had another email.

My Whore, Your master requires your presence as soon as your able. I have an opening tomorrow night I will allow you to confirm by phone.

Master Oslo

She rang Sally who asked the question "Could you get to her cell phone without her knowing?"

"Why of course!"

"Good I’ll over in about two minutes!"

"Wow! That’s quick!"

"Not really I was on the way over to see you anyway." Grace looked out the window to see Sally walking down the road, walking straight to the house.

They hugged warmly "Its been a while!" "Hasn’t it just!"

"Right number one! Are you sure?"

Grace handed her the stick and she uploaded it into her computer.

"Good we have his IP address so we know where he is! Ok number two do you want to get rid of Stella?"

Grace looked at Sally. "I’ll take it that’s a yes!"

Grace felt she had wasted six years on someone that cheated and lied to her. Once the trap was set, Stella would have to suck a lot of pussy before she would see the inside of Grace’s home again.

"We have hacked into her email address so we know what’s going on. What type of cell phone does Stella own?"

"Oh a new Nokia, I’ll get you the model number, the box is upstairs."

"What we have here is a new battery for her phone, it’s fully charged. It looks like a normal battery but it’s got a tracking device which uses the cell phone system to pass the information and location to us where ever we are!"

"Information, what information?"

"It sends out everything she says, it picks up every sound that’s made near the phone and we digitally record every word uttered including Phone calls."

"Wow! I didn’t know you could do all this!"

"No, well It’s illegal in this country but who would know about it! And anyway we’re checking out this Master Oslo, he’s been on most of the good websites and he has a fairly terrifying reputation. He’s basically an anti Feminist He loves to destroy women."

Grace had mixed feelings, she on the one hand wanted to strike back at Stella for lying and cheating to her she wanted to do something about this Master Oslo.

Sally went before Stella came back and Grace had to calm down before facing her. The more Grace pondered her position she found herself in the more angry she felt. Grace hardened, she cried last night and Stella wouldn’t make her cry any more. Stella came home with some shopping and took it through to the kitchen. Grace walked after her and helped put the food away.

"Where do you want to go tonight?" Asked Grace.

"Oh I’m going to be too tired to go anywhere after last night"

"Mmmm, Pity I thought we might rubber up and go to the club for a few hours."

"Well I rang work while I was out and they want me to work late tomorrow night as well!"

"I don’t believe this! They expect you to work on a Sunday night, as well as during the week! What’s you’re bosses name? Adams? Christine Adams was it I’ll be having words with her I can tell you!"

"Oh don’t do that! She never got over the last time you had a word! The thing is it all goes in my file and if she feels like being a bitch then when our next pay agreement is due It’s brought up in conversation by the heads of section. It’s a ploy to wrong foot us but it usually works!"

Grace looking at Stella lying her face off so wanted to tell her to pack her bags and go. "So how long is this going on for?"

"Probably a good few weeks yet!"

Later Grace changed the new battery for the old one. She put the old one in her bag so she could throw it away without attracting attention. After they ate they sat down and listened to some Russian classics, Stella walked out the room to check her inbox. Grace’s cell went off silently, just as Sally asked her to do. She looked at the text message. It said: Master sent email He wants you! Grace couldn’t take this in, what did he want with her? And far more important how is Stella meant to explain this one away? Grace deleted the text and resumed her listening to music mode.

Stella Sat down next to her, she whatever she was thinking stayed silent. Grace thought she was trying to formulate a way of getting her to see him. She wanted to know what Stella’s email was about. Grace thought it could be that Her master had ordered her to bring Grace along but why? She had already told her that Stella was working tomorrow night. Grace glanced at Stella she knew that Stella had something on her mind. An idea struck Grace, and as she thought about what she knew of "Master Oslo," she felt not only could work but would work.

"Oh I’m going to have a bath!" Grace announced, Stella looked like she was going to say something. Grace disappeared upstairs not really caring what she has to say for herself. After Grace had been in the bath for quarter of an hour Her cell rang on silent, she saw it vibrate on the side where she had put it. The text message said "She is on cell to him!"

Grace rang Sally, "Hi Sal what do he say in the email?"

"He wanted to see you! Presumably all he wanted was to see your face so he could identify you. We don’t think he actually wants to say anything to you yet. We think he will tell Stella she can be his slave and she’s to leave you! We’ll know what he’s doing before it happens!"

"That’s good!"

"Oh we’ve found out he’s a Nigerian, his real name is Kenneth

Leone. He sometimes goes under the name of Kenneth long. Oh She’s finished, hang on! Yes the computers printing a transcript, Yes he want to see your face, that’s all!"

"Well I won’t disappoint him then! I’ll talk to you soon, Bye!"

She could hear Stella starting to climb the stairs she opened the bathroom door and put her head round the corner. "While you were in here soaking they called me and said they had thought it unfair to ask me in on a Sunday night."

"Well At least they had the guts to tell you before you went in!"

"Yes well they were sorry!" replied Stella.

"To you maybe the mere fact they ruined my weekend as well didn’t bother them did it!"

"I’m sorry, I’ll tell you what we’ll go down the club tomorrow!"

"The Club! Did I hear you right? The Club! Oh which Club do you mean? The Club where you get to talk to all your friends and have a few drinks while I’m dragged around on a leash with a gag in my mouth I can’t talk to my friends, I can’t have a drink, I can’t even sit on a bloody seat! Remember I’m only your slave! No I don’t want to go to the bloody Club!"

Stella looked shocked, She had decided to cure Grace’s boredom by going down the Club, but as Grace had just pointed out It’s not exactly a fun place if you’re a slave, and that was exactly what they had done for years!

Stella was knocked for six! The plan she had come up with should have worked, but now she had promised her lord and master that Grace would be there tomorrow night and obviously she was going to get Grace to the Club, It was going to be a lot tougher than she thought! "What do you want to do then?"

"Well I was having a nice soak.."

"Well I could always join you!" Seizing her chance Grace nodded hopefully.

Stella realizing she had made the most stupid mistake because of her back. "Oh no I had better wait I had a bath last night didn’t I!"

Stella came over and kissed Grace, a long a passionate kiss on the mouth, "I’ll make some coffee!" Walking out the door and down the stairs.

Grace wiped her mouth with a towel. "He’s had his shitty bloody cock in your mouth you bitch!" she thought!

Grace hardened that night the more she thought about her lover cheating and lying to her, the more evil her revenge became. Even though Grace had a plan, she didn’t get any sleep. She went to the loo about four in the morning and checked her phone again, she had another text It said 'Master Oslo sells DVD’s of Slave action, we have her on DVD!'

This made her laugh out loud! The stupid bitch had been conned into selling her soul and for what? So Kenny boy can pass round DVD’s of his latest slut! The laughter changed to tears in a few seconds as she knew she was kicking Stella out, maybe in days. Grace texted Sally and asked for some favours, she didn’t feel like going to bed and dwelling on the subject she went back into the bedroom to get her robe and realized Stella wasn’t in bed. Grace searched the house and when she couldn’t find her checked her laptop.

The newest email

My Whore, Bring your partner to the Club Sunday night so I might see her. If I think your slut is suitable, I might use her in future sessions.

Master Oslo

Grace very nearly emailed him back! She wrote out an email and was that close to sending it. She stopped Grace would have ruined everything! She deleted her reply and put Stella’s laptop back where it was.

Stella must have crept out of the house, probably to her Master. She aimlessly walked around her house. Her house, not their house. Stella was history, but she needed to keep up the act a while longer. Around seven in the morning Stella hobbled in obviously in a great deal of pain Grace was sitting on the sofa. One look and Stella knew that Grace knew!

Stella burst into tears! "I’m so sorry!"

But Grace cut her off, the first time in six years "No your not bitch! All your sorry about is I’ve caught you and you’ve nowhere to live!"

"But Grace I love you!"

"What was it you said, I care not for my partner and so is nothing to me! Pretty damm stupid thing to say on your own laptop wasn’t it! The laptop I paid for! Let me tell you about Master Oslo, his real name is Kenneth Leone. He’s an illegal immigrant from Nigeria. He get stupid little whores like you and whips them! He fucks them in the arse, in the mouth, that turns him on watching you lick your own shit off his cock, and you come back here into my home and you think I want to kiss you on the lips. Well Best of all he make DVD’s of all the stupid whores he fucks and fairly soon we’ll have a few copies sent over. "

"But, He made, DVD’s."

"HE MADE DVD’S OF YOU BEING FUCKED UP THE ARSE AND OF YOU SUCKING YOUR SHIT OFF HIS COCK!"

Grace recomposed herself.

"Now strange as it may seem I am unused to sharing my home with a cheating lying, cocksucking whore that is the laughing stock of the council offices, so I’ll make it simple Things will never be the same, Ever!" Grace walked over to the hall table and picked up Stella’s keys. "Now You have no reason to have my keys, And you will not be using my car ever again! Now the good news, Well there isn’t any!"

At that moment Grace’s cell went. "Hi yes the whore just walked through my front door, like she owns it! Yeah! Oh good! Who Oh yes I have a plan! Could you all assemble at the Club tonight. Oh for sure! Oh I could. Oh definitely, Oh sure, I’ll be there Oh Of course It’s Mistress Grace! OK, and you, bye!"

"Grace who was that?"

Grace looked down with obvious distaste. "I don’t believe it! You’ve actually look like a whore! Did you turn a few tricks on the way!"

Stella burst into tears again. "He makes me wear these clothes!"

"No cock sucker You wanted to wear the clothes. I dare say he would look fairly stupid wearing that lot wouldn’t he!

For the moment you can live in the dungeon. Right now your presence makes my skin crawl!"

Stella hobbled downstairs to the dungeon, it was a good choice as it had it’s own sink and loo.

"Right you can throw your 'hooker clothes' in the bin, by the way there better not be any trace of your whore ways in my car because you’re paying to have MY car thoroughly cleaned! So Is there?"

"There’s a suitcase in the boot of the car, I’m so sorry!"

"No you not sorry for what you have done to me, you’re just sorry you were caught!

If I hadn’t been there when you walked in you would have changed and pretended nothing had happened. Which shows you just what a cheating lying Whore you have become".

Stella stood in the middle of the toys stripping off her clothing, sniffling. Grace shut the door and locked it. She knew first hand that the room was cold, but she wouldn’t have the whore walking round her house helping herself to her things! Grace spent the morning clearing out Stella’s clothes out of the wardrobe. She threw her stuff into black bin liners and lined them up in the hall. She had no idea what she was going to do with Stella long term, Grace had realized that change was coming. She thought the first thing was to ring Sally!

"Hi It’s me anything new?"

"Well she spent the night there according to the tracker and we are going through the recording as we speak to see if there’s anything we can use."

"Could you get me another sub for tonight? Well I could do it."

"No I would prefer you next to me as another Domme. No I need someone who could play the part really well, because I want two subs! The reason’s simple, if I only have one that infers a one to one relationship. If there’s two it infers a Pro Domme. Also could you be there by my side, I would feel better baring in mind this man has destroyed my life!"

"I understand Grace I have had a lot of help on this from the people here at the agency I’m sure I can get you a willing sub, but then what about Stella?"

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