Grace's Epilogue Part 2

Grace made her way to the elevator. She reached it at the same time as Jason. He greeted her with a smile, "Grace how did the interview go?"

"It went well thank you. Any update on the Briceland acquisition?"

Jason shook his head, "No. Not yet unfortunately. I'm afraid I'm going to have to fly back out there and convince them."

Grace nodded, "Yes. Do that. I don't want to lose that opportunity...but then you need to take a break. You've been working too hard, you need to spend some time with Vera and the kids." Grace thought for a moment, "Actually...why don't you take them with you?"

"With me? I don't know..." Jason said slowly.

"Why not? Have your meeting and then spend a week or two. I remember you saying how much you loved California last time you visited. Bill the whole trip to the company, it'll be worth it if you land this deal."

Jason's eyes lit up, "You mean it? Then yeah, that sounds amazing. Thanks Grace!" The elevator doors opened but Jason didn't step inside, "I'm just going to head back to my desk and make the arrangements. I'll let you know how it goes."

"Just get me that deal!" Grace said as the doors shut. She smiled to herself. There was a time when she'd been worried that she'd fucked up his life forever but that clearly wasn't the case. Vera couldn't get enough of him and despite his androgenous looks he had no problems in the bedroom as evidenced by his two kids. Shortly after starting her firm she'd hired him. He was still under the influence of the choker forcing him to be absolutely professional and he really did have a keen mind.

The elevator dinged again and she stepped out to the main floor. As she walked outside she saw a group of men standing around a young woman shouting at her. She seemed to be stoically taking it all in without making any moves to defend herself. Despite the awful sexist commentary towards her nobody walking past gave the scene much attention.

"Come on, just show us your tits!" One man yelled.

"Ya. Stop being a bitch!" Another cried out.

Grace reached them and laughed, "Unfortunately she can't stop being a bitch...but she can show you her tits. Can't you, Bitch?"

Bitch looked at her. She couldn't speak and they both knew it. Shailene had transferred Bitch's absolute obedience over to Grace so a simple command and Bitch would be **** to obey, but Grace preferred making Bitch serve her without issuing commands. It was just more fun that way. Even her presence here today wasn't based on an order. Grace had trained her to being her chauffeur and she made her wait beside the car every day for her instead of hiding in the car. She'd even bought Bitch a nice little hat to go with it.

Bitch sighed and slowly pulled down her bra to whoops from the assembled men.

Grace smiled, "Very good Bitch. Now gentlemen I'd love to let you cop a feel but I have to get home and I need my driver. Let's go Bitch." Bitch quickly pulled her top back up and opened the backseat door for Grace. Grace climbed in and Bitch quickly got into the driver seat and away they went.

The mansion was a fair drive from her office. She'd considered finding a condo closer to town but in the end she just loved her home too much to move. And moving the office wasn't an option either, in her line of work her clients expected something from her office that could only be found downtown. That's why she'd bought this car. It was so comfortable she could just relax and take this time to herself. Sometimes she worked, sometimes she took a nap. Today she spent the trip researching destinations for her upcoming vacation.

When they arrived Bitch got out first to open the door for her, then she ran to the front door to open that one as well. Grace ignored her as she walked past and was only vaguely aware of Bitch running in behind her to go start dinner. Grace went into the living room to look for Jon. He was sitting on the couch and using Eva as a footstool. When he saw Grace he took his feet off her back and stood up, "Grace! How did the interview go? Eva said she called but you were too busy."

Grace raised an eyebrow, "She did? Hmm...which one of you is lying..."

Jon looked at her nervously, "What? I'm not..."

Grace smiled, "I'll just have to punish you both." She slide her jacket off and set it on the back of the couch, "...but first I know you are pretty ****. Eva go get the choker," Eva stood up and ran to the bedroom immediately. Grace stared at Jon with a smirk while they waited. Soon Eva handed her the choker and Grace held it out to Jon, "If you want to get out of the cage...just ask me."

She'd eventually told Jon about the gatcha game. He wasn't under any effects of the game by itself, but he was well aware of the power of the choker. He looked at it and shook his head, "No way. I can't imagine what your price would be."

Grace laughed, "Smart boy...or not..." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small key which she pressed into Eva's hand, "Go ahead. Free him."

Eva did as she was told and pulled Jon's pants down and quickly removed the cock cage. His dick immediately swelled as blood rushed in. Jon looked at her in surprise, "Wow, I can't believe it."

Grace moved to sit down in an armchair, "Don't think you are free yet. This is just a taste. I'm offering you a double or nothing. You have to hold yourself back for 5 minutes against Eva. If you succeed we put the cage away and I'll lock myself in the straightjacket until tomorrow morning and do whatever you want."

Jon gulped, "And if I don't?"

"Then Eva puts it back on, and I hold onto the key for another month." Grace looked at Eva, "Oh and Eva in case you were thinking of shirking your duties...if you fail to make Jon cum then I'll revoke your permission to cum for a month."

Eva looked at her in shock, "Mistress!"

Grace pulled out her phone and started a timer, "Begin!"

Eva didn't hesitate. She dove onto Jon's cock and started giving it her all. From the look on Jon's face she was highly effective. She grinned, "You can give up now. Save yourself the embarrassment." She said to him.

He shook his head, "No...I...oh God...I got this..."

Grace wasn't worried. At first. But as the timer wound down and Jon was still holding on she sat forward in her seat. COuld he really hold off? He must be so ****?

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Her alarm sounded and Eva pulled back. At that moment Jon shouted in relief as he emptied his balls all over Eva's face, "I did it!" He cheered.

Grace looked at him incredulously, "You did...wow..."

"Eva go get the jacket. Grace, strip!" Jon ordered.

"But..." The jacket removed her clothes anyway.

"No excuse. Strip. And make it sexy." Jon said with a grin.

Grace had promised. She stood up and started to slowly shake her hips as she unbuttoned her blouse. She tried her best but she wasn't as good of a dancer as Maya. Still Jon definitely appreciated it, by the time she was naked he was hard again. Grace accepted the jacket from Eva and said the magic phrase to trap herself in it. "Ok, I'm all yours." She told him, "Oh by the way Mary's coming by later. She's going to beg you to spank her."

Jon reached out and squeezed Grace's tits, "She is? Maybe I'll let her play with your boobs first," He moved one hand between her legs, "Or she could eat you out while I smack her? What do you think?"

"Whatever you say." Grace said.

"Whatever you say, Master." Jon said.

"Ya right, don't push it." Grace said. Jon squeezed her nipple hard, "Ouch, ok. Whatever you say Master!"

"Good girl...actually speaking of that Eva did technically make me cum. It would be a shame to take away her orgasms, wouldn't you say?"

Grace shook her head, "No. I meant I'd take them away if she failed, and she did."

Jon grinned, "Eva, let's take Grace down to the dungeon, maybe we can make her change her mind."

"Yes Master!" Eva said with a wink.

Grace couldn't help but giggle. She didn't know why but it always made her smile how Jon could go from being submissive to dominant so quickly. Sometimes she had a hard time taking him seriously as a Dom, but only for a short while. "Are you laughing?" Jon asked. "Yes, you are definitely in need of some 'correction'"

Grace nodded, "Of course Master. I'm sorry." She wasn't sorry. After all Jon's 'corrections' always involved tying her up and fucking her senseless. What more could a girl ask for?