Examine the Diamond Choker

It's a thin diamond-encrusted choker necklace, with a clasp in the back. You pick it up with a manicured hand, and examine the brilliant facets studding the surface...

and remember -how angry you are with the Prince! You're hanging by your wrists and ankles, which are encased in leather straps and attached to a ring hanging from the ceiling. Hanging like this has the effect of crushing your breasts against the insides of your thighs, which actually you don't mind - you usually get a warm feeling from being suspended like this, because usually the Prince likes to keep you like this before he uses you, and you like that he treats you like a kept thing.

But rubbing honey on your labia! Now the flies have found your crotch, and torment you with their tickling feet. Between that and the cayenne pepper oil he rubbed into your aureolae, you're being driven crazy.

Granted, you were caught trying to hack your way out of this Domain - and after all you had agreed to give up admin privileges here for six days. But you'd thought if you were caught the worst you'd get is a whipping - nothing like this torment...

and the memory fades