The aftermath

After that, there wasn't much else to say for the day. Lisa was pierced once Diana was done. Though, she wasn't affected nearly as badly owing to the fact that her final piercing was merely to the hood of the clitoris instead of to the bud itself. This meant that Amy didn't have to pay her nearly the same amount of attention, and that she was done much more quickly.

David, of course, made her stand with her legs apart as he examined her piercing before declaring himself satisfied.

"Diana," he said, "It probably doesn't have to be said, but from now on, I expect you to wear the piercing that I bought for you, and also a short skirt. I also do not want to see you wearing panties at all, do you understand?"

Diana winced, her body was still aching from the procedure, but she was at least able to stand now, though her legs were still a bit shaky.

"I can't make you do it, of course. But if you don't, it's Lisa who is going to suffer. The first time I catch you not wearing a skirt, or wearing panties, then Lisa's time at your house is over and she is coming back to mine."

"It's her house too.." Diana said, "Not just mine..."

"It was her house, but now she's a **** and can't have a house. So it's yours. And as I said, just be sure that you keep to the rules I have set you if you don't want your precious little sister to leave it forever. Lisa, during your time at college, you'll be with me, but at the end of each day...if I am satisfied with your performance, you can go home to your sister. Though, it shouldn't have to be said that if I decide to punish you, Diana isn't allowed to interfere."

"Y-yes..." Lisa said, looking to the ground, "I understand..."

"Ah?"

"I understand, master."

"Much better. We'll make a proper **** out of you yet."

As the two sisters left, Lillian was just talking about getting Stacy pierced as well. Diana felt a great deal of guilt about abandoning her, but when David told them to leave, there wasn't much they could do about it. They shot her a pleading look, silently begging her to understand, and then left.

The car trip back was not particularly happy, and neither of them said much. Diana's clit still throbbed painfully, and her breasts were aching as well. She'd had to abandon her bra and panties in order to get back. The piercings that David had chosen for them were the same for both sisters. Tiny metal hoops which brushed against their clothes, and caught on their underwear. Diana's were a bit bigger than Lisa's, which meant that her clit ring would rub up against her panties with each step she took. At the moment, that was just agony, but she could already tell that once it healed up, it would merely cause her pleasure.

David's words haunted her as she drove back.

He might have said that I wasn't allowed to wear panties, but with this thing, would I even be able to in the first place?

Once they got back, Diana looked at herself in the mirror in the bathroom, the full length glass reflecting her full figure. She gulped, seeing the metal hoops through her nipples, as well as the glinting metal between her legs. She looked so very much the same as when she'd left earlier this day, only also totally different. One of her fingers played with the piercing around her nipple, thanks to the rulebook, it was already starting to heal. Even though she told herself that she was still in the game, that she had made the right choices, she somehow felt as though she had lost, like David had beaten her.

She did not treasure the idea of going back to college in a short skirt, without panties and with this thing nestled between her folds.

For the next day or so, David went easy on Lisa, possibly to let her heal. At the same time, Diana also was healing, and before long, started to feel better again. The power of the rulebook was truly amazing, it took something that would have taken months to heal properly, and made it so it was done in days. But even so, Diana's body was altered in a way that she was not used to. The clit ring in particular soon proved to be very troublesome to the young woman. It was directly connected to her clitoris, and transmuted any motion to it, making her shudder and shake if she even went so far as to walk too quickly! if she wasn't careful, Diana would pleasure herself with every step, and the ring also rubbed up against panties if she wore them, meaning that after a few minutes, it would become unbearable and she'd need to shed them. Trousers were a bit better, but she couldn't wear tight jeans, or for that matter walk too quickly, and as for running? Forget it.

Late at night, with the door locked and tucked up in her bed, Diana experimented with the ring, touching it and feeling how it made her whole body shake. She could cum with just the ring, if she was gentle, but tugging on it or manipulating it during a more thorough session of masturbation served to massively heighten the feeling of climax. The feeling of it between her legs created a constant low grade arousal that she could not ignore. Even when she wasn't horny, she felt it touching her, directly connected to her most sensitive area. It meant that David had found a way to torment her even when they were not close to one another. With this ring, it was impossible for Diana to think of anything but the feeling, and though she could push it to the back of her mind, it would always be there.

It was the same idea as the collar that Lisa was **** to wear. A constant reminder of what he considered to be her place.