Jane sat at her office desk nervously looking at the package that the Fed-Ex man had just delivered. Checking her watch she moved a few papers around without studying them before jumping at the sound of her mobile phone bleeping at her.
Slowly she opened it.
"Hello?"
"Hello Jane, this is Steven. It's good to hear your voice at last."
"And yours Sir," she replied meekly to this man she had never met.
"You are completely happy with today's decision?" His voice gave her the chance to say no, not to test her limits. She breathed deeply.
"Yes Sir I am happy that my Master has lent me to you for the day."
"Good girl. You will do exactly what I say. Open the package that has been delivered to you."
Cradling the mobile on her shoulder against her strands of deep red hair she opened the small packet. Inside was a sandalwood box.
"Open the box," said Steven.
Doing so she found a coil of chain inside, covering up a small device.
"Remove the chain and spread it out on your desk so you can see what it is."
She did so and her heart skipped when she saw crocodile clips that were clearly meant for her nipples, joined together by a chain. From the middle of that chain hung another with thin elastic straps holding a small, flat metal object.
"The clips are obvious. I hope your clothing will provide enough camouflage for you to place the clamps on your nipples as you will be wearing it in public until I phone again. You wear the other device, the elastic should hug your waist and the object held by it will fit snugly over your vulva. It is a vibrator that should stimulate your pussy lips and near your clit. It is silent in operation so don't worry about it giving you away as a sex hungry slut. You will turn it on and then go about your normal work as well as you can. You should, of course, be wearing no underwear today, that's right isn't it?"
"Yes Sir, you are correct."
"Go now and put them on. I will call again." The line went dead.
Jane gathered up the chains and walked a little light-headedly towards the women's toilets where she found a free cubicle and removed dark tailored jacket, hanging it up on the door with her crisp cotton blouse. She ran a hand over her firm left breast, feeling her soft skin, squeezing her yielding flesh. Her fingernails teased her areola and her fingertips circled her nipple, stimulating it to erection before opening one of the clamps and experimentally closing it on its arousal. She moaned, leaning forward as the clamp bit, harder and harder into her. This was going to be agony, she thought.
Removing the clamp she continued to undress, unzipping her knee length dark skirt over the curve of her hips and kicking off her shoes. Gingerly she stepped into the web of fastenings and pulled the toy into place, fitting it against her moist slit, ensuring the elastic held it against her tightly. She experimented walking in it as best she could in the confined space and found its soft interior not uncomfortable against her shaved lips. She swallowed and began to stroke and arouse her nipples ready for the clamps. At that moment someone else came into the room and she had to stifle her moan as she let both clamps dig into her nipples tightly. Reaching down, her hand shook as she turned on the vibrator between her legs and she juddered a little with its soft, continuous massaging of her outer sex.
Unsteadily she began to pull her clothing back on, with each button she closed on her blouse disturbing the chains and making her wince. Even the soft fabric seemed like a hair shirt against her throbbing breasts, nipples held taut by the clamps. On leaving the stall she walked to the mirror to ensure if she had to remove her jacket there would be nothing to give away her unusual underwear. Meeting her green eyes for a moment she licked her lips before flicking back her soft, loose red curls as she left the safety of the ladies room.
Slowly, with a measured step she walked back to her office, the mingling of pleasure and pain in her petite frame making her swallow and avoid colleagues gaze as she felt sure the swirling moistness of her own eyes she would give away that something strange was happening to her.
As she sat at her desk her PA popped his head around the door. "Have you forgotten? Meeting about the Headley case? Two minutes." Shit. Oh God. She squeezed her thighs together against the vibrator's relentless motions. At least I'm not doing the presentation, she thought. She began to wonder if she should try to give herself an orgasm now, in the hope of delaying any others that might be drawn out of her as she sat in the conference room. Checking the time she realised it was too late, so she walked to the meeting room, her heart thumping hard against her tormented breasts.
Her role in the case wasn't central but she was Amanda's back-up if there was illness in the team once they got to court. As they sat together Amanda tried to go over some details of the case but glanced up and frowned. "Jane, are you all right? You seem flushed."
"I'm OK," Jane blurted out the words, then more calmly, "maybe a bit of a bug." Inside though she was far from all right. despite trying to concentrate, trying to wriggle and move the vibrator it still managed to caress her now wet lips. Still the dull ache from her tortured nipples seeped down to meet the churning in her belly.
As Michael began to address the gathered lawyers Jane moved in her chair, leaning forward, knowing that she was about to climax. She crossed her legs tightly, squeezing her sex against the device, laying a hand on her skirt, on her thigh as she tried to sit as though listening intently. The waves of her orgasm flowed from the machine's ministrations to her wet sex, filled her belly making her stomach muscles, her vagina, twitch and contract. Her hand on her thigh was rhythmically stroking and caressing herself under the table.
Desperately, half open mouthed, she tried to keep her breathing under control. Now, though, she couldn't turn the machine off and she always became very sensitive after her orgasm so she again tried to slide in her seat unobtrusively, desperate to get the vibrator away from her pussy and certainly nowhere near her clit. Her whole body seemed as if it was sensitive to the air, to the very words of the speaker, making her want to cry out "stop, please stop," to everything; to sitting there, to her anguish.
Pain now began to fill her chest, her pussy; the words of the speaker flowed past her in a meaningless jumble. She was worried as the ache wove its tapestry into her submissive mind that she might slide into subspace but was fortunate that the meeting came to an end, though she still had to negotiate getting back to her office, preferably without work issues or chit-chat with anyone. As she stood up she was aware of a trickle of her juices running down her inner thighs and she blushed, begging it to dry up and not run down her shapely honey coloured calf.
In her office, her mobile rang.
"Yes Sir?"
"How are you feeling Jane?"
"In pain Sir."
"Awww. Surely though you've climaxed by now?"
Jane explained what had happened while Steven called for the details before saying, "you have pleased me Jane, well done. Would you like to remove the toy?"
