Chapter 71 – Nipple Stimulators

Seeing as Mal won’t accept no, it doesn’t take me long to mentally select the nipple clamps over the stimulators. It will be horribly embarrassing and humiliating to not only expose my breasts here in Mal’s office again, but to have him more than likely play with them before placing the clamps on. But at least then I’ll be able to just complain about the discomfort. Say that they hurt. Mal may not be lovey dovey and sweet, but he’s not mean spirited.

With a little frustrated huff, I look down and say quietly, “The clamps.”

As I hear Mal drop the nipple stimulator box onto the desk and start opening up the clamps, I start unbuttoning my blouse. Just looking down I’m reminded how different everything in life has become. My fingers deftly move from button to button, slipping each open without hesitation or difficulty. The long bright red nails don’t slow me down. The buttons being on the wrong side don’t slow me down. My slender fingers nimbly doing their work appear perfectly normal and natural. And feminine.

When I have enough buttons undone, I pull my blouse open and pull my bra cups down, exposing my nipples for Mal’s amusement. Looking up at him, I see his salt and pepper stubble spread wide in a grin. I’ve spent so much time with Mal that I can identify and classify all of his various facial expressions. How he can lie with a smile. Fake a frown. Appear angry when happy and seem calm when raging. This, however, is a genuine happy grin. I imagine he must be happy to see me squirm in anticipation of this humiliation.

After pointing the clamps in my direction and opening and closing them menacingly a few times Mal steps forward until we’re in each other’s personal space. Instead of immediately clamping the toy onto my nipples though he slips the chain into his shirt pocket and cups my large breasts. I can’t help but take a sharp breath in as he casually rubs his thumbs over my exposed nipples, the pleasure momentarily overwhelming me. Mal naturally takes advantage of my surprise by leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. With repeated swipes to my hardening nipples and squeezes to my voluminous breasts, he is soon deeply French kissing me. Our tongues start up the dance that is maddeningly familiar with as often as we do this.

Say what you will about Mal and his intents, he knows how to fill me with physical pleasure. It doesn’t take long for me to be reduced to little whimpering moans as Mal’s hands, fingers, lips, and tongue, start moving from body part to body part, pleasuring each one in its own distinctive way. In one moment, both of my nipples are being gently rubbed and touched while my breasts are held and cupped like valuable treasures and my mouth is kissed like a true lover’s would be. The next moment Mal has crouched down enough that his hands can cup and knead my ass like baker’s dough while he seals his lips around my right nipple and suckles on it like a newborn. Soon after that he continues to grip my rear with one hand while pinching my left nipple with the other, letting his lips kiss their way up my chest and neck to finally nibble on my earlobe. Back and forth Mal moves with my eyes closed tight, keeping me guessing where he’s going to please me next until my legs are shaking and I can feel my panties growing wet with my prosthetic’s lubricant.

It comes as a complete surprise then when I feel the clamps bite down on both of my nipples at the same time. It’s clear that one of Mal’s intentions was to ensure my nipples were fully hard and engorged as they now make a wonderful target for the wicked clamps. Even in my heels I lift further up onto my toes as I suck in a sharp breath of surprise, pleasure, and pain.

The pain and surprise both make sense to my overstimulated mind. I’d expected them to hurt and Mal’s worked for several minutes to completely distract me and make me forget that the clamps were coming. But the pleasure is a complete surprise. The clamps are a perverse combination of Mal’s finger pinches and gentle nibbles on my sensitive flesh. But where Mal changes his tempo and pressure every time he plays with me, the clamps press down hard and constant. Which makes the pleasure turn on, hard and constant.

When my eyes flash open, they have to be showing my overwhelming surprise as Mal’s smile grows wider. He reaches forward and taps the end of my nose, “See? I bet you thought they’d hurt. They do, of course, but it’s a good hurt. Like a good spanking.”

I slowly move down from my tip toes as the swirling sensations coming from my chest changes from a sharp invasive pain and pleasure to a dull pervasive discomfort… and pleasure. At the same time, still standing right next to me, Mal starts buttoning up my blouse, leaving my bra down and the clamps on. “Now with practice, we can have a lot of fun with these. Especially with the chain. You’d be surprised how responsive you can be with just a little tug! But for now, we’ll just let you get used to the sensation. After all, you need to be able to work with them on.”

While I’m sure I could work with this level of distraction, there is no way in hell I WANT to work this way. Especially with my bra down, each move would drag my clamped nipples across my silk blouse, driving me ever more mad. My desire would never drop or dip and I’d be a mewling mess within an hour. I don’t have time to develop a clear plan as I know if I don’t speak up now, Mal will seal the little **** devises on and won’t let me back out, so I look up into his eyes and just start speaking, “Uhh… no, Mal, I… umm… it… it’s…”

It strikes me as soon as Mal looks back into my eyes. He’s so proud of how good these would make me feel that I simply have to focus on the discomfort and deny the pleasure. Or at least play down the pleasure as denying it would be an easy lie to detect. I add a little squirm before continuing, “Mal, I can’t. They… they hurt too much. It’s too much. Too much pain, too much sensation. I… I appreciate you wanting me to feel good, but I can’t use these here in the office. Not around other people.”

I’m ready for Mal to show anger but am happy enough when instead he shows concern. With one hand he reaches up to cup my cheek as he says, “Ah, I’m sorry Paris. I forget that your nipples are practically new. Of course they’d be more sensitive. We can always play with these at my apartment on our next date night.”

A bright flash of sensation almost blinds me as my right nipple momentarily feels like it’s on fire. Before I realize what’s causing the sensation it’s mirrored on my left nipple. Understanding comes quickly, however, as Mal lifts the clamps and chains up for me to see. That’s what it feels like for the little fuckers to come off after only a few minutes on. Jeez, what would they feel like after a half hour!?

I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths as both my nipples seem to tingle with pins and needles. I hear Mal putting the clamps and chain down on his desk and rummaging through the boxes, looking for the original packaging. Or at least that’s what I thought he was looking for.

When I open my eyes and start to button my blouse up I freeze as Mal has the nipple clamp box on the desk, ready for it to be packed up but is still rummaging through the box of toys. When he turns around, I take in another sharp breath, dreading what’s coming next. Mal’s smile is happy and wicked in equal measure as he holds up the box of nipple stimulators, “These should work just fine. They don’t clamp on nearly as tight. Just enough to keep from falling off when they start to vibrate. Here, let me show you.”

Mal steps forward and it takes all my willpower to not step backward and keep the distance between us. It might buy me a few moments, but it would also anger Mal if I tried to physically avoid him like that. And while trying the nipple stimulators is going to be bad, there are plenty of worse things Mal could do to me. With a sigh of resignation, I close my eyes and arch my back, pushing my breasts out to him.

Evidently my nipples are still hard enough to work with as there’s no play time to get them erect. Instead, I feel the pink plastic flower shaped toy lightly clamp on my right nipple. Mal’s correct as the clamping **** is minimal. When I open my eyes and look down, I see that it could be closed tighter, but this lowest level of **** is enough to keep it pressed around my nipple and tight against my breast. The whole toy is barely bigger than my areola, and barely thicker than my finger.

I let out a little jerk as Mal places the other stimulator on my left nipple but it’s more of habit from the stimulation rather than actual pain or even discomfort. There’s certainly no way that I could reasonably complain that they hurt. And when Mal slips my bra cups up and over them, I note that you can barely tell they’re attached.

Mal picks up the remote and instructions as he holds up a hand, preventing me from buttoning up my blouse. Stepping forward, he obviously expects me to simply stand still for him as he again pulls my bra cups down and unclamps the stimulators one by one. I see the devious little toys have an on off button… on the back of the toy. The side pressed up against my breast. It’s not as convenient as I’d hoped, but I will still be able to turn the little toys off. I’ll just need to get to the restroom and some privacy. That might even work in my favor, as I can later tell Mal that they must be malfunctioning.

Once Mal has both stimulators turned on and returned to my nipples he draws my bra cups up hiding them away. He returns to examining the instructions and remote as he gestures for me to finish buttoning my blouse. Looking down, I take a moment to again marvel at the completely feminine vision of my delicate hands with their long nails effortlessly buttoning up the smooth silk blouse.

When I’m finished and look back to Mal, I see him holding the remote out toward me. I barely register his thumb pressing down on the remote when my world is filled with sensations from my nipples. It feels like tongues and lips and teeth and fingers and palms are rubbing and licking and tickling me all at once. The sensation starts and just keeps going and going and going. My knees wobble as my legs turn to jelly and the only thing I can voice is an incomprehensible “mmmWwwhaaa!?”

And just like it hadn’t happened, the sensation ceases. Mal’s look of sly satisfaction as he marvels at the remote is matched by his comment, “Hmm… and that was only the first setting!”

I take a less than confident step forward to plead my case, that I can’t possibly wear these in the office. But just as Mal looks back up at me, the phone on his desk rings. Mal’s phone will only ring once my phone has failed to pick up. Even then, it’s only a small set of numbers that will bypass the office voicemail. This call wasn’t one that could be reasonably ignored, even for something as important as getting these little pleasurable **** devices off my tits.

While scrunching my face, trying to indicate to Mal that we’re not done with this, I step past him, pick up his phone, and answer in my bright happy sing song voice, “Good Morning, this is Miss Beaufort, secretary to Mr. Malachi Orpheus, Director of Mergers and Acquisitions at K Edison Global. How may I help you today?”

I bend over Mal’s desk to reach a pen and pad as Mr. Zeller’s secretary fills me in on a new meeting for this afternoon. I’m able to keep up with the conversation while at the same time shifting slightly on my heels, purposefully making my breasts sway. I can barely feel the stimulators on my breasts. Without looking in a mirror, I can’t be sure, but I’m fairly certain that they won’t be visible either. Knowing Mal as I do, I can easily imagine him taking advantage of both facts. He’ll let me forget that they’re on then activate them while I’m in a compromising position, like in a group or in front of a client. Somewhere that I shouldn’t break out into a moaning wet mess.

My mind is snapped back to the present with Mal’s hand slapping against my upturned ass. I’ve now felt Mal’s hand on my posterior often enough to read his intentions. He can hit me in a way he believes makes me feel good. He can hit me in a way that he knows hurts. This is neither of those. It’s a mere sexist call for my attention. Standing upright I don’t bother looking at Mal as that will certainly only warrant another slap to pay attention. As I’m on the phone there’s only one other thing that I should have been paying attention to, and that’s the door, since I’m not at my desk to filter guests.

Through the window and the drawn shades I can see the shadow of someone trying to peek in. That immediately eliminates any employee of K Edison as they’d all know what drawn shades and a closed door mean. It also means it’s a guest of enough importance as to come directly to Mal’s office, which isn’t exactly the easiest office to find on the seven floors of K Edison Global. With a side eye glance at Mal, making sure he knows I’m on it, I interrupt Mr. Zeller’s secretary and quickly end the call. Ripping the note off the I hand it to Mal with a passing, “You have a new three o’clock upstairs.”

Striding toward the door I go through the same quick mental checklist that I do before I ever exit Mal’s office. Is my lipstick okay. Should I cover a particularly bright embarrassed blush. Is my skirt straight, is my blouse buttoned. Is my hair straight. With a final flip of my hair, I put on my winningest smile and open the door, immediately going into my standard introduction, “Good afternoon, how can I…”

My voice freezes in my throat as I see Arthur Dwight Cromwell. Billionare. One of Mal’s biggest clients. And the guy that hit on me at the bar during Rhea’s original test.

“Paris! Long time no see!”