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The Real Her Underneath

Her long, hardened nipples are pinched with metal-toothed alligator clips attached to a chain. The center of the chain is attached to a ring. Another chain goes down to two more clips pinched onto her cunt lips, keeping them spread apart. Beyond the pain, she suffers the maddening rub of her silk blouse against her sensitive nipples. Nearly every move she makes tugs, pulls, or yanks on the chains.

Practice allows her to remain cool, calm, and professional, and move normally. Although, the latest addition to her sensory assault keeps it a challenge. It is a sizable butt plug stuffed in her tight ass, stretching her rectum. It is deeply held in place by its size and the thin leather thong. Inside her vagina are two golf ball size orbs with rigid rubber spikes all over them. Each and every step she takes moves them around inside her. The result is that her inner thighs are damp with the flow of her cunt juices leaking out.

Despite the constant abuse and agonizing torture she is subjecting herself to, she is compelled to add more. She purposely sits on the corner off the conference table, talking to her boss. This forces the plug deeper, and pulls her cunt lips sending needles of pain shooting through her crotch. The thrill is twofold, the incredible agony, and the raw sense of fear that he will see something in her that will expose her secrets. She is convinced that he and some others she works closely with can smell the musk of her lust and cunt. The shame and humiliation of possibly being discovered are intense. She can feel the twitching of her clit, the spasms in her shitter, and the fluttering in her belly.

As she talks with a young brunette in the graphic department, she eyes the long, metal ruler the girl uses. Images fill her mind that make her shudder. The thought of her tied over the drawing table. She is naked, with her ass up in the air. The brunette girl has stuffed a fistful of pens and pencils into her twat, stretching painfully. The girl is blistering her ass cheeks with the metal ruler until it is a glowing red.

In her office, alone, the sensations reach an unbearable point again. She pulls up her skirt and spreads her thighs. Taking the metal clip off her pussy lips, she shudders. Her cunt lips throb with awakening nerves. She moans with the agonizing pleasure. Reaching out, she takes her wooden name plate off her desk. It's a foot long and triangular. Aiming it carefully, she smacks it sharply on her pussy. Each blow sends a shock wave through her entire body. After only three, she begins shaking violently with a gut wrenching and mind-bending orgasms. She makes sure that her skirt is hiked up to her waist. As her climax subsides, she finds herself sitting in a puddle of her cunt juices. Her twat and clit are throbbing with burning pain. It takes great effort, but she carefully reattaches the cruel clips to her hypersensitive labia.

She goes about her day still tortured, until she can bear it no more and must get herself off again. She cannot help ponder new ways to abuse herself. It fills her with such overpowering pleasure and satisfaction. Even the sense of shame and degradation if she were to be found out, makes her quiver with excitement. Reaching into her desk drawer, she gets a thumbtack stuck in her finger. Looking at it and relishing the pain shooting up her finger, she ponders. Hhhmmm! A pair of leather panties with these embedded in the crotch. Perhaps lining the inside of a latex bra with a dozen or so in each cup. A pair snug fitting panties, so that every time I sit.” She forms the image in her mind, and smiles with enjoyment.

As she is deep in her revelry, the intercom on her desk buzzes. The secretary's voice comes through clearly. You are requested in the boardroom, and the partners are expecting you.” Her heart pounds at the thought of being in a room with powerful, demanding men and women. Her body tingles with pain and excitement.

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