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handle the pain. For herself, and for him.
    Jesus, there’s a hunk of metal IN my clit hood. I’ve lost my fucking mind. This guy must be hypnotizing me or something. I don’t do shit like this! I just don’t. Christ.
    “Oh my god … it’s really there. I can’t believe it. It’s really there,” she said. She felt her face flush a little at her own inability to express herself more eloquently. “And, whoa, yeah, you’re right, I’m amazed … it really didn’t hurt like I thought it would! Not that bad at all.” Instantly she regretted saying it.
    Well that was a dumbass confession, Janna! A man with obvious sadistic tendencies and a serious needle fetish has you strapped to a table and you tell him ‘it wasn’t that bad’?
    “How does it feel, Janna?” He was grinning at her, waiting for her answer. “Tell me.”
    “ Well, it feels … sore. Duh. A little sore. And … weird. Weird in a good way, though. I don’t know – is it supposed to feel like this? Tingly and intense.”
    Mark laughed. “Get used to it, yep. Some women don’t notice anything much at all different with a VCH piercing, but others say it stimulates their clit pretty much all day and all night, every time they move at all. I bet you’ll be arous ed all the time. You might be able to come without even touching yourself – who knows.” The self-satisfied grin was back on his face. She blushed a little at his prediction.
    “A VCH?” Janna’s voice croaked. “Great. I’m an acronym now.”
    “Vertical clit hood piercing. Time to get back to the tattooing, Janna.”
    She saw the inscrutable, slightly amused, expression on his face again. Frustrating. He was so hard to really read. Obviously he was a total sadist, or at least a Dominant. Both? What did it matter? Just labels. Words. All she cared about right now was the flood of sensation all over her body, how turned on she was. Her arm still burned from the tattooing, and now her pussy was slick and throbbing, alive with new sensitivity.
    The piercing. Had she really just been pierced … there? Was this some weird horny dream she would awaken from, frustrated, as usual, that it wasn’t real? Embarrassed by her own depraved subconscious, that it could conjure such sick fantasies at all?
    But no. This was reality. As real as it got. Her clit hood had been pierced – it really had. And she already felt … different. The entire process had been one of the most intensely erotic things she’d ever experienced. Strapped down to a leather table. Allowing this handsome tattooed man to pierce her delicate pink clit-hood tissue. Letting him slip a surgical steel barbell into the fresh wound. Feeling him taking his time as he screwed two tiny ball-ends on tightly with those evil-looking black-gloved fingers. Feeling his fingers rubbing her clit roughly, painfully, as he tried to line up each tiny ball and screw it onto the barbell ends. The look of concentration, of pure lust, on his face, as he worked at it. It was all so HOT. She would never forget it.
    The entire area around her clit didn’t “hurt” now so much as … tingle and pulse. It was already driving her insane, making her want to be fucked, roughly fucked. Now. She wondered if it would always be like this, or if these intense aroused feelings would eventually mellow out.
    She smiled a little and tried to wriggle her pelvic area as much as she could within the confinement, wanting to feel the metal barbell, to see if it would actually rub her clit, to see if she could stimulate herself just by moving slightly. Of course the other six rings added to the sensations in their own special way as well.
    I wonder if I’ll set off metal detectors in airports? Holy shit that would be embarrassing! Woman Detained At O’Hare In Embarrassing Security Scare: Personal Piercing To Blame. Yeah, that’s what they’ll call it. A personal piercing. Right. As opposed to a Communal Piercing, I suppose? What the fuck am I talking about?