The Shield

You love your clit. You’ve never been able to orgasm without touching your clit. But that ring? It terrifies you. If it was permanently embedded in your sensitive flesh, you’d never be able to stop thinking about it and you don’t think you can handle being in pain there all the time.

You choose the shield.

James disinfects the area before using forceps to pull your clit hood out and away from your body. It hurts. You cry and struggle against the restraints, but it’s no use. As James drives the needle through, you idly wonder if this is what getting kicked in the balls feels like.

Then it’s done and James is using some kind of glue to secure the whole thing place. Sealing your clit behind a titanium metal dome and taking away your chance at orgasming maybe forever.

“Shhh,” John soothes you, stroking your cheek gently and for a moment, you’d almost believe he means the soft affection, “You’re a good girl and good girls don’t cum, do they?”

“No, they don’t, sir,” you stutter out between your sobs.

“So you didn’t need that ugly little thing, anyways, did you?” He asks.

“No, sir,” Your still upset, but with the worst of the pain over, you are starting to calm down.

“So what do you have to say to James?”

“Thank you, Master James,” You obediently tell the other man.

“You’re welcome, slut,” James replies, “but I have a question. I know you are a whore, but what kind of whore are you? If you are going to be staying with me until that collar comes off, I’d like to know how I should modify you.”