It was impossible to forget the constant squeeze of the collar-ring wrapped around the base of my clitoris or the piercing that went through it, which kept my pleasure bud engorged at all times. And as though that wasn't enough, the inferno barbell pierced vertically through my clitoral hood was curved to press nonstop against the swollen nerve bundle. It was impossible to avoid its rounded tip no matter what I did, and every step I took made it rub ticklishly against my itchy pleasure bud.

My fingers went to my crotch on instinct even though I knew it was useless. My soft-lavender nails could only scratch frantically against the...