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You’ll feel it all day, when you sit, cross your legs, maybe just while walking.” He was talking as if everything happening was a routine occurrence.
    S he felt his fingers slip from her mouth and then strong gloved hands moving down her body, stroking lightly as they went, skimming her breasts, over the gentle slope of her belly, then tracing her mound and finally spreading her pussy lips again. There was a light pressure at her clit and she knew he was either marking her with a Sharpie or … just pretending to. Either way, she couldn’t move at all under the tightness of the leather straps, and she certainly didn’t want to move now anyway. The thought of him slipping, inadvertently stabbing her in the wrong place, terrified her.
    “Hold still, very still Janna. OK, deep breath now.”
    She started to inhale, but before she could fully expand her lungs, a sharp searing pain exploded below her center. The needle. Piercing her hood. Time stopped, that moment of intensity so fleeting, when nothing exists but this , now, everywhere. This.
    Her pussy clenched involuntarily. The pain was intense and she let out a small shriek but before the sound even subsided the pain below was gone! And she breathed again. She felt a slight jerking at her clit, Mark’s thick fingers moving the delicate skin. Her mind raced again, now that the actual pain was gone, filling with all kinds of crazy little thoughts.
    Fuck! My clit and I were always so close. Inseparable, really. We’d bonded. From the start. ‘Hello there’, clit, I remember saying, long ago, and my clit said ‘Hi Janna!’ right back to me. All friendly, just like that. Yes, and we did things together. Fun things. All the time. I’ll miss those times. Oh FUCK, Janna, get a grip. You’re delirious.
    “Sensitive , yes,” Mark almost whispered. “Almost done now. The barbell is already in. God, Janna, this is fucking gorgeous. So sexy.”
    She felt a snapping sharpness at her clit, a harsh squee ze that made her insides tense.
    “Just trying to screw in the end pieces,” he said. “These tiny balls are really hard to work with … slippery … stay still, breathe.” She forced herself to exhale as he affixed the balls to either end of the barbell.
    At least the needle part was done. It was over, and not nearly as bad, she thought, as she had imagined it might be, or would have been in the hands of a less capable guy. Mark’s experience, his confidence, turned her on as much as his physical aspects did.
    Still, s he wondered if any of the wetness she felt in and around her pussy was … blood.
    “There ya go. You did great.” She loved his praise.
    She felt him at her head as a strong hand jerked the blindfold off. Her eyes adjusted to the new light, she blinked to see him wiping the black- gloved hands on a towel. No blood, at least, not enough to see. He stood staring at her pussy, looking at it just as an artist would reassess his work in the middle of an artistic frenzy.
    “ Holy fuck, Janna, this looks smokin’ hot on you. Here – take a look.”
    He grabbed a small mirror from the counter and held it up near where her crumpled shorts were still bunched around her thighs. She tried to sit up a little but the tension in the straps kept her from moving much at all. Still, she managed to maneuver just a little so she could focus. He held the mirror in one hand and her pussy lips open for her with the other, waiting for her reaction.
    “Like it?” he asked. “Told you it’d look awesome.” The pride in his voice, and in his expression, made her feel special, treasured as a unique work of art in his hands.
    The mirror reflected the bright silver barbell hovering vertically in the soft pinkness of her clit hood. It almost seemed to float. Oddly beautiful and so erotic , she thought. She was aware of the strangeness of seeing metal there for the first time, but she had to admit she, too, was proud – yes, that was it, proud – that she’d been able to