Mr. Greene adds nipple clamps

“Get up, Catherine” Mr. Greene ordered. Catherine did as told. The anal plug felt weird in her ass, but the pain had quickly subsided.

As she stood to attention, Mr. Greene circled around her. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair formed a triangle above her sex, and the tawse marks formed red lines across her bottom. As she was standing there, he could see that her ass hid something, but he had to kneel to see the company logo on the anal plug.

Her between-C-and-D breasts sagged a bit, as was to be expected by a woman her age. But they still looked inviting, and her small areolas formed fine circles around her nipples.

Mr. Greene pushed his right index and middle fingers against her plump lips, and Catherine immediately opened her mouth to allow him access. He pumped his fingers in her mouth, dragging her lips against the teeth. After his fingers were wet with her saliva, he withdrew his hand.

“Let’s get these going,” he mumbled to himself, and started to trace his wet fingers around her nipples. Catherine felt her sensitive nipples stiffen from the attention. Mr. Greene knew what he was doing, and her breath became deeper as the pleasure intensified.

When he was satisfied with the hardened nipples, Mr. Greene removed his fingers again. Catherine eagerly trust her tits forward, but Mr. Greene turned around and picked something from his desk. As he turned back, Catherine saw he was holding a pair of nipple clamps.

Catherine was grateful that she worked at Fairfield Financials. She had heard horror stories of the clamps other places subjected their employees to. Clamps with serrated edges, or razor sharp edges, or clamps attached to small batteries so electric current was always flowing through them. These nipple clamps were of a far more standard design. They were round, but a full view of the enclosed nipple within was obstructed by the double-F logo of Fairfield Financials.

Even then, even with the far worse alternatives out there, Catherine knew it would hurt. The anticipation of pain was almost worse than the pain itself, and she wished for Mr. Greene to hurry up and get it done with.

Mr. Greene carefully placed the nipple clamps so they covered her areola and the hard nipple itself was at the exact center. Occasionally, he would pinch her nipples to keep them nice and hard for him. And then he started to tighten them.

Tears welled up in Catherines eyes as pressure was applied to her. The pain mixed with arousal, sending conflicting signals to her brain. Mr. Greene gave the nipple clamp a tug to ensure it was securely tied and stepped back to admire his handiwork. Then he turned his attention to the other breast.

This time Catherine knew what to expect, but that did not lessen the pain. Just a few seconds ago, she had desperately hoped he would turn his attention back to her tits, but now her wish was granted in a perverted way. Still, even through the pain, the pleasure was still there, forming a warm center for her thoughts.

The double-F logo formed a protective shield over her boobs, and the plug prevented any undue access to her ass. Mr. Greene ran his eyes over her body, and came to rest at her vulva.