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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

I laid the items out on the sink counter in the bathroom, the silver accents gleaming in the tasteful overhead light. Even though we had very little privacy when it came to our desks, thankfully we had private bathrooms in the office with sturdy locks and impressive soundproofing. If you think I haven't masturbated in every restroom in this damn office, and that I have tested just how soundproof they were, you'd be wrong.

I opened my shirt, thankful that I wore a bra today, since it would have been impossible to hide the presence of the nipple rings if I hadn't. I pulled my bra down over my shoulders and let my nipples breathe and experience their last moments of unbothered existence for at least the next few hours. I pulled at my nipple piercings to the edge of pain, relishing the feeling and the sight of the dark metal lacing through the pink nub.

I took my piercings out and replaced them with the ones Emma prepared for me, sealed in a small plastic capsule with a perforation for easy opening. For as cruel as she was, Mistress Emma kept all of her torture gear very user-friendly. The slight difference in diameter and weight between the rings I was wearing, and these bars were slight, but with how sensitive my nipples were, I felt every gram of change. The bar was capped with two silver disks for the magnets, and when I put the concave purple ring close to my nipple, I discovered just how powerful the magnets were, locking the ring against my body, the shape and contour perfectly shaped to my breast. Had I known that letting Emma do an hours-long laser scan of my naked body would pay off with things like this, I would have let her do it a hell of a lot sooner.

But I had to stop getting so enamored with Emma's dedication to craft, because whatever countdown she had set, it was getting closer to zero with every passing second. I quickly snapped the second nipple ring into place, and when it locked in, I felt a surprising buzz circle around both of the rings, giving me a preview of what was in store.

"Holy shit."

The way the vibrations felt on the edges of my breasts was enough to give me goosebumps, my skin flushed and sensitive from just having had the piercing replaced. My hands were shaky with adrenaline and desire, but I somehow managed to slip my bra and the white and red speckled shirt back into place, attaching the tiny camera lens with the pill-sized battery through the buttonhole.

And then there was the vibrator. It's not that it was the biggest thing I'd ever put in me…it wasn't even the biggest thing I'd put inside me this week, and it was only Wednesday…but, it wasn't exactly a tiny pocket rocket either, and I knew that's exactly why Emma made it the size she did.

So, I thanked my lucky stars that this version of Vi always kept a tiny bottle of lube in her purse, because…you never know, right?

I pulled my jeans and panties down and stepped out of them, then I propped my leg on the counter to give myself the right angle. With my fingers slick with lube and with the vibrator in the other hand, I gently spread my lips and pressed the vibrator into place at my entrance. With the help of my slick fingers and a bit of force, the vibrator slid inside, my lips closing around it, enveloping the egg-shaped toy. Truthfully, I probably didn't need that lube after all, because I was already fucking soaked.

"Oh…shit." I said to nobody, but if Emma had already turned the camera on, she probably heard it.

My heart raced with anticipation, my entire body feeling like a live wire, primed and ready to receive Mistress Emma's torture. I hunched over and washed the lube off of my hands and pulled my jeans back on, feeling every last bit of the vibe filling me up in a delightfully uncomfortable way.

The moment I buttoned my jeans, I felt the vibe jolt inside of me, buzzing straight to my core and causing me to whimper. Oh, this was going to be bad , I could already tell.

The fact that I had no idea how or when Emma was going to trigger these toys, how or when she'd activate them or to what effect was something that sent my heart to the stratosphere. Everything I did for the rest of the day would be an act of sheer will and denial to keep my cool and my dignity.

You made it with four seconds to spare. Fucking pitiful.

I'll try to be faster next time, Mistress.

I'll decide if you deserve a next time later. Right now, go back to your desk.

I walked back to my desk, my gait slightly off. Maybe it was because I had a large vibrator filling the space between my hips, a time bomb waiting to go off the moment my girlfriend hit the button.

I sat down at my desk and waited, trying to make things seem as normal as possible.

When Emma triggered the first long buzz of the vibe and the nipple rings at the same time, making me gulp and grip my desk, I knew normal was going to be damn near impossible.

But when I saw the text from Emma:

That was at 30% power.

…I knew my day was truly going to be ruined. Thank fucking god.