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    The clerk could only imagine how uncomfortable the woman must be, yet it was clear from the pertness of her dark brown nipples, and the light sheen glistening around her vagina, that she was excited by her lack of control.
    Silently checking each of the bindings she had put in place, Miss Sarah said, ‘I am ready. Remember, madam, to stop this session early you must say “Quit”, no other word will end this. Yes?’
    ‘Yes.’ She confirmed her readiness to begin the game, but madam’s tone, and the increased rise and fall of her tethered ribcage told Jess just how keyed up she was.
    ‘Very well.’ Miss Sarah adjusted the sound system, and flooded Room 53 with the soothing strains of Beethoven. Then she opened one of the white cupboard doors and brought out a metal tray of medical instruments.
    The moment she saw them Jess’s stomach contracted. Surely madam didn’t get off on that, did she?
    A speculum, medical gloves, and a tube of lube lay on the tray. Immediately Miss Sarah snapped on the gloves, but rather than picking up the metal tool that Jess associated with the uncomfortable yet essential smear, Miss Sarah began to stroke a single latex-covered finger over and around madam’s nub.
    The sound that came from the businesswoman’s lips was deep and full of relief.
    Jess shot her gaze from Miss Sarah’s busy digit, to madam’s face and back again. The grey eyes were closed and her thin red lips were clamped together. A sticky trickle of sweat ran down between Jess’s shoulder blades as she observed the scene. Her outfit was becoming warmer by the minute, and she could feel her tits chaffing against the inside of the costume. Shuffling her feet, careful not to alert the others to her fidgeting, a gush of liquid oozed from her pussy as she watched madam begin to react more obviously to Miss Sarah’s ministrations.
    Unable to move her hips or stomach properly, madam’s buttocks rose marginally, and her arms swayed a little behind her head. A protracted groan escaped from the client as Miss Sarah added a second finger to the first. Moments later the groan developed into a low whimper, as madam struggled not to beg Miss Sarah to put something inside her soaking pussy.
    Suddenly Miss Sarah stood back, causing madam to gulp with loss. ‘I believe,’ the mistress said slowly, ‘that Session B doesn’t allow you to make more than “reasonable noise”. If you make a row like that again, I shall have to gag you.’
    Rather than protest, madam nodded like a chastised child.
    Standing to one side of her guest, Miss Sarah placed one gloved hand back over her clit, and the other on the very tip of her right breast. Jess’s own nipples grew in aching sympathy as the skilled fingers of the pseudo-nurse played over the nipple, neither holding it nor squeezing it, but merely caressing its tip in a fashion designed to drive the recipient to distraction.
    Madam’s intense expression of concentration doubled, and Jess could see that her teeth were being ground together in an attempt not to call out.
    As Miss Sarah continued to work, the client’s body began to shake, making little sucking sounds against the strap. The blue paper that covered the bed had stuck to her back, and tiny dots like tears had gathered at the corners of her shut eyes.
    Jess, her own fight against arousal having been given up almost straight away, wondered if she could have withstood such treatment without climaxing already, or without at least begging for permission to come. She suspected not. Not brave enough to turn from the action in case Miss Sarah noticed, Jess tried to decelerate her rapid breathing by thinking about something else, but it was impossible. She was just contemplating what would happen if the client did beg for some attention, when a weak voice from the bed said, ‘Please ...’
    Miss Sarah instantly ceased her attentions. ‘Please?’ Her voice was stern, ‘To end this, you say “Quit”, otherwise you are not