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“Oh.” Mal swallowed, reminded herself she had no right to be hurt. “That’s fair. That’s smart.”
“The pain made you feel more submissive than a weekend of being used as a servant or plaything?”
Service submission was more complicated than that, but she knew what he meant. “Yes.”
She could feel him watching her, but now turned her head, looking at the sunlit statuary garden through the open door.
“We’re just going to do this.” Benson dragged over a stool, taking a seat.
His fingers were gentle but firm as he spread her labia. The instant he touched her, she settled into her submission, relaxing her shoulders even as her thigh and abdominal muscles clenched.
“Labia sore?” He had one finger on either side of her clit, but hadn’t touched it directly.
“I’m honestly not sure, Sir. I…ache.”
He was quiet for a moment. Knowing that he was examining her was both embarrassing and thrilling.
“You saw it already, but I’ll remind you. This is a magnetic faux piercing. The magnets are strong, so you will feel it.”
The faux piercing was circular—a ring, but rather than stiff metal, the ring was made of semi-flexible wire. Two powerful, cylindrical magnets held it in place and made it look like a large horizontal clit piercing. The flat circular surface of the magnets were big enough so they would distribute the force, but small enough to allow versatile placement.
“I’m going to use a clamp to minimize the touching.”
Benson rose, disappeared behind some hulking piece of equipment that was shrouded in a heavy dust cloth.
The conversation had been funny, when it had been all about how to get the piercing on her without making her come. Funnier still when he’d invited Master Dev in to consult. But now it felt… As if he would do anything to avoid touching her intimately.
He warned you. He told you this wouldn’t be intimate.
Mal swallowed hard as Benson returned with a long-handled medical grade clamp. This style offered different levels of pressure at the tip depending on how many clicks it was closed.
The black rubber tips weren’t standard on the operating room version of the tool. The textured tips allowed for a better grip on the wet flesh of conscious people.
Once more, he spread her labia. The next thing she felt was a gentle tap of the clamp against her clit. She tensed, but no longer felt sexy or…wanted.
All he needed to make sure she didn’t come was to tell her exactly how abhorrent he found the idea of pleasuring her.
Mal told herself to calm down. Willed herself not to get so lost in her own thoughts.
There was gentle pressure on the sides of her clit. She held her breath, eyes squeezed closed.
One click, two. The pressure on her clit hit the point of discomfort as he tightened the clamp.
She hissed out a breath when he pulled gently.
The metal was cold as he positioned the first magnet on one side of her clit hood. She thought she was ready, but the sharp pinch as the second magnet snapped down on her skin, drawn there by the elemental magnetic force, was more painful than she expected.
Mal’s back arched, and she cried out. Her poor clit felt mauled and abused between.
“Good girl. Well done, darling.”
And with those words, he turned pain to pleasure. The first stirrings of humiliation evaporated, discomfort became sexually charged pain, and her submission rose, surrounding her like the soft blanket she’d worn last night.
Benson released the clamp, and her clit settled back into place. Now the pinching from the magnets was the only sensation down there. She shifted, trying to get used to it, and felt something dance against her inner labia.
“Is that the ring?” It dangled far lower than she’d thought it would, given the size.
“I added a little…charm thing…to it.”
