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carefully as he continues to finger the folds of her pussy. He plays with her sticky nether lips, lifting them up and letting them snare his fingers as they close wetly in again. He runs the pulp of his index digit up and down her clit, shooting exquisite tendrils of pleasure all throughout her groin.
    She whimpers and clutches hard at the hem of her raised skirt.
    When he roughly shoves two of his wet, cud-strewn fingers into her pussy hole, she gives a little squeal.
    “Just so you know,” he says, “this room is soundproofed. I’ve had the walls and doors made that way.”
    She tenses as his fingers rub against her back vaginal wall. He’s seeking her G-spot. He finds it, and she holds her breath as he pauses upon it. She wants him to massage her there – to make her squirm with the sheer ecstasy of it, to render her weak and breathless and aching with hunger and desire, to make her arch her back and throw back her head and scream as she claws at his shoulders and hair.
    But he doesn’t. He removes his fingers instead, all the while burning her face with his sizzling eyes.
    “You like it a bit too much,” he says. “That’s not good. Your climax should be your reward, not an appetizer first thing in the morning.”
    “Yes, sir,” she says meekly. Her head whirls and her pussy still aches with unfulfilled need.
    He raises his sticky fingers to her mouth. She can smell her own pungency – that fishy, earthy scent of wantonness.
    “Suck them. Taste yourself,” he says.
    She takes his fingers into her mouth and sucks them. She sucks them as she has sucked his cock yesterday – with a raw desperation. She wishes he would put them into the needy passage of her pussy again. No man has ever stirred her libido this way before. No one.
    When he decides she has had enough, he withdraws his wet, saliva-slicked fingers. His expression is one of bemusement.
    “I have something for you,” he says.
    He pulls out the lower drawer of his desk and retrieves two objects. He shows them to her.
    “Do you know what these are?”
    “No.”
    “You have never seen them before?”
    “No, sir.”
    “I forget. You are an innocent. Come closer and keep your legs apart.”
    She shuffles closer to him.
    He seizes a wedge of her right pussy lip. He ensnares her tender flesh with one of the objects. It’s a clamp in the shape of silver teardrop – much like a clipped earring. It is painless but relatively firm. The teardrop dangles from her labia, exerting its gentle gravity upon her tender flesh. The sensation is subtle and yet slyly erotic.
    Her entire pubis clenches. She has never experienced such a sensation before.
    “How do you feel?” he asks.
    “It’s . . . strange.”
    “Strange is good. You need to come out of your shell more. Try different things, and not just during this week.”
    He repeats the process with her left pussy lip. Now both teardrops cling to her pussy, separated only by her clit – which is nudged and stimulated in ways she has never previously imagined by the clasps of the twin silver pendants. The metal is now warm, nourished by her flesh.
    “I want you to keep these on all day.”
    “You mean walk around in the office like this?” she says, aghast.
    She can scarcely imagine it – she doesn’t even think she can walk with them. Having the clasps rub against her clit is a constant reminder of her servitude – the two teardrops gently swaying from her pussy lips and nudging her inner thighs.
    Ohhhhh .
    “Yes. Walk with them. Sit with them. If you try to close your legs on them, you will find them quite intrusive. So I would advise you to keep your legs slightly open at all times.”
    “B-but I have meetings to go to.”
    “Then go to them.” His intense eyes arrest hers. “In no time at all, they will become second nature to you. You do not have to worry about them causing your labia any damage. These clamps are designed for long-term use. Now try walking around with them. Hold your skirt