...Clitoral vibration level 6.

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!

BRRRRRZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

The room comes alive with the sound of 15 clitoral augments activating at a high setting. Most of the girls go rigid with pained expressions on their faces. You know from experience that the transition from no stimulation to a vibration level of 6 can be rough. A few girls collapse to the floor and frantically claw beneath their skirts, but most manage to maintain their stance awkwardly on their knees. Gasps of "Please no!!" and weary groans fill the air. Veins in their fore heads and neck are raised as their faces contort in strained effort. You know some of them have probably been augmented like you and 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 bare down into the experience. The controller's weight felt heavy in your hands. You were causing their own womanhood to betray them.

"Eeeeeeeeghhh! Eeeeeegh! Eeeegh! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!"

Within seconds a woman behind a nearby desk suddenly reached out and grabs the chair next to her. Her moans signal a rough orgasm to entire the room. Her fingertips were white with effort as she continued to tighten her grip. Her D-cup breasts heaved with each breath as she cried out her submission to the intense vibrations coursing within her!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Several girls cried out from a far side of the room. They grabbed with futility beneath their skirts between their legs. Most who had lost this much control were not wearing **** collars. They must have been members of the Outer Harem. They likely had not felt the almost painful pleasure of their clitoral augments set so high before. It was a good thing that they were not one of Master's concubines. Such a display would never have been tolerated within your ranks. Your own conditioning has changed your own views. You watch them claw uselessly between their legs and flail pathetically on the floor. Their simultaneous orgasms failed to stop as they came one after the other. You know the discomfort each of these girls must be feeling as each orgasm compounded the over-sensitivity of their untrained clits!

"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. Only half managed to obediently stay on their knees. The others 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.