I steepled my hands as I looked at her seriously before breaking into a smile. Her expression now was one of relief and hope. Relief that she had pleased me and hope that her ordeal might soon be over.
“Shall we take them off?” I asked knowing she had no choice in the matter. “a few more steps as you come round here and sit on my lap.”
She looked delighted as she started on the long slow journey to my side of the desk. She turned and delicately lowered herself onto my lap. The weights still hung free pulling on her nipples and cunt lips. At least they had stopped swaying and swinging about. I picked up her cunt weights and watched as her brutalised labia began to return to normal. I felt her relax slightly.
“Hold these in the palm of your hand,” I told her.
One hand came out, palm up and I carefully placed the weights down for her to look after. Then I reached down to the first clamp. Slowly I squeezed it together and her labia retreated almost to normal. She gave a little “fuck” as the feeling returned. I repeated the process for the second clamp, and she was free. I lifted the clamps and chain pulling the weights out of her hand and laid the assembly gently on the desk. She watched intensely as they swung through the air away from her. I waited for her to recover slightly before I continued. I stroked her abused lips and discovered how wet she was. She was magnificently aroused. I decided then that she would cum before she left this time. She had deserved it. I pushed two fingers deep inside her and she moaned, a deep guttural moan, like an animal.
I turned my attention to her breasts, the chain still tight, the clamps still biting, the weights still pulling them out of shape. I used the chain to lift the weights and move them to her still open and waiting hand. I squeezed, first one then the other of the clamps and it was over. Apart from the after party of agony she now had as the blood returned and her crushed nipples recovered. I place the clamps and chain on the desk and then put my arms around her, holding her tight to me as her breathing slowed to normal. I bent my head and kissed her nearest nipple. It was still erect and proud with arousal, but she twisted slightly and pushed it forward eagerly to meet my kiss. I played gently with her other one. No more pinching or twisting, just soft caresses. She snuggled into me like a favourite pet.
I felt for and found her pussy. It was oozing with her arousal. Oh no, not another pair of ruined trousers, I asked myself. She was so small and light that it took little effort to lift her up and sit her on the desk in front of me. This also gave me a better view.
“Do it now,” I told her, “Fuck yourself.”
Obediently she spread her legs wide and she moved one hand to her pussy and pushed two fingers inside herself and began a rhythmic thrusting in and out. Her head was flung back but her eyes were closed as her arousal grew. I reached forward and slipped two of my fingers alongside hers, stretching her cunt forcefully. She stopped briefly and then joined me and together we fucked her. A flush spread across her body as she neared her climax.
“May I cum for you, Sir?” she pleaded.
“Soon,” I told her, “Keep fucking.”
A frown of agony crossed her face, but she continued keeping time with me. She stiffened with resolve as I slowly increased our pace.
“Please, Sir, I am so close,” she pleaded.
I ignored her and kept pumping. I heard her whimper with the agony of denying herself.
“Almost there,” I whispered and was greeted by a muffled “fuck” through clenched teeth.
“Now!” I told her and pulled both our fingers out. I was just quick enough to scoot my chair sideways on its casters to miss most of her spray. She gushed for what seemed like ages, her spray splattering across the floor. The room fell silent apart from her heavy breathing as she collapsed backwards on the desk. I thought she had fainted, but her eyes flickered open, and she looked for me. When she eventually located me off to one side, she gave me a weak smile and silently mouthed the words, “Thank you, Sir” before closing her eyes. Her whole body seemed to sag, and I think she fell asleep. It had obviously been a draining day for her. I let her rest for another ten minutes or so, watching over her fondly. She was proving good to work with although somewhat messy at times. In the end I prodded her dangling leg with my foot to wake her.
“Wake up, slut,” I said, raising my voice slightly, “time for you to leave. I have other things to do.”
She rolled her head from side to side trying to wake up. Her eyes opened and she slowly and carefully sat upright. She began to slide off the desk but stopped when she saw the wet mess on the floor.
“Oh, Sir … did I …? Should I clean …?”
I interrupted her. “Yes, you did and no, I will deal with your mess. You have already exceeded your time. Same time same day next week. Now, go!”
She climbed off the table and, on unsteady legs, managed to get as far as the door. She opened it and looked back, sadness spread across her face, before leaving, closing the door behind her. As soon as she was gone, I opened a drawer and pulled out my laptop and opened it. I watched as she slowly and unsteadily got dressed. A couple of times she had to grab the banister to steady herself. Finally, she disappeared inside her coat and gingerly went down the stairs and out of sight. I determined that next week I would confiscate her coat. Suddenly, I felt exhausted, so I followed her out and went up to my apartment. The mess could wait. Mrs Jacobs was coming in tomorrow, and she could deal with it.