...Clitoral vibration level 3.

All of the girls shift uncertainly on their knees. They look at you apprehensively. Some clasp their arms obediently behind their backs. Others grip the desk next to them in fear. Still others are too terrified to move. Somehow you know everything each girl must be thinking. How many times had you been subjected to the punishing effects of one of these controllers?

You flip the switch!

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

The room comes alive with the sound of 15 clitoral augments activating at a low setting. Gasps of "Oh the Master!" and groans fill the air. You watch their faces contort in effort as they try to maintain their disciplined position on their knees. You know some of them have probably been augmented like you and have had the number of nerve endings within their clits cloned. As pleasurable as the experience can be you know the humiliation each girl was likely feeling. It was terrible having your body violated without you consent. The vibrations from the augment buried deep within your clit are impossible to avoid. Impossible to find any relief from. There was nothing you could do except bear down into the experience. You were controlling each one of them by causing their own womanhood to betray them!

"Eeeeeeeeghhh! Eeeeeegh! Eeeegh! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!"

A woman behind a nearby desk suddenly reached out and grabbed the chair next to her as she signaled a rough orgasm to the room. Her D-cup breasts heaved with each breath as she cried out her submission to the intense vibrations coursing within her!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Another girl cried out from a far side of the room. She was grabbing with futility at the skirt between her legs. She was not wearing a **** collar and was therefor a member of the Outer Harem. She likely was not subjected to the clitoral augment that often. It was a good thing that she was not one of Master's concubines. Such a display would never have been tolerated within your ranks. You watched her claw uselessly between her legs before falling on the floor. After her orgasm, the continued vibrations were likely too sensitive for her untrained clit!

"Eeeeeeeeeeh! Eeeeeeeeeh!"

"Aaaaaaaaah!"

"Oooooooooooooooooh, the Master!"

By now the cries were firing across all of the girls within your secretary pool. The arousing sounds of their sister workers and wives were likely mixing with the punishing vibrations of their clitoral augments forcing them over the precipice of their orgasms. Some managed to obediently stay on their knees. Several failed and were flopping on the floor undignified.

The Queen gives you a slight nod and you flip the controller in your hands to the off setting. Immediately, the buzzing sound stops and all of the girls sag to the floor in relief. Some of them awkwardly rub between their legs trying to ease the sensitive feelings on their overstimulated nubs. Others practiced deep breathing exercises and attempted to regain their composure.