Your new augments are calibrated!

"Now, let's ensure your augments are functioning properly!" the girl's little frame practically shivers in excitement.

You can't help but smile back and unsteadily rise from the hospital bed. You shuffle into a nearby medical chair as instructed. It's metal is cold against your nude skin. Your heart flutters nervously as the technician locks your wrists into restraints above your head. Your ankles are strapped into the chairs metal stirrups and your legs are **** far apart. You shiver in the chilly air of the sterile clinic.

The young technician leans in and gently kisses your forehead.

"You're perfect now," she whispers into your ear.

You blush under her praise.

She makes some quick adjustments to controls on the chair and the stirrups pull your feet higher and further apart. The muscles of your legs strain within the restraints, but your **** training has made you plenty flexible. The girl's head suddenly pops back into view between your thighs inches from your **** sex. She blows her long black hair from her face and studies your folds intently.

Your heart beats louder within your ears and are filled with a growing feeling of self-consciousness. Nervously you await her prognoses.

After several moments of intense scrutiny she smiles, "Beautiful! I did a great job on you!"

"Thank you!" Your voice is still hoarse from the gag reflex removal.

She smiles, "This is my favorite part!"

She giggles, purses her lips, and gently blows a cool stream of air across your exposed clit.

"UUUUuuuuurrrrrrrrrghhhhhh...."

You grunt at the intense sensation of your clitoris' response to the lite stimulation. You close your eyes and shudder. What the hell was that?

The technician giggles again, "Good response, girl! Very good!"

She blows against your clit with a little more ****.

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh..." You shudder in the chair again under the new sensation, "What am I feeling?"

"The normal clitoris has eight-thousand nerve endings. As part of your augmentation, I've cloned the nerve endings within yours to thirtytwo-thousand!"

"Shit!" you say coming down from the intense feeling within your nub, "You quadrupled my sensitivity?"

"That's not all... we've installed a vibrating augment that will stimulate you from inside your clitoris."

"Holy Amaterasu!?" you exclaim shocked. "How does it work?"

"With these," the girl holds up a small handheld controller. "Master's Harem is a hierarchy. All of our superiors have a controller calibrated to activate our clitoral augments. Their superiors' controllers are calibrated to control theirs. On and on up to Master himself."

"And let me guess... I am at the bottom of the hierarchy."

She ignores you, "These can be used for pleasure... or for punishment."

You shudder at the last word.

"Shall we begin the calibration procedure?"