The cold bite of the clamp’s teeth was a punctuation mark. Nandini squeezed it shut on the pierced peak of her right nipple. The pain was a bright, clean spike that traveled straight to her clit and vibrated in the new opal bead on her labia. She threw her head back and screamed, as ordered, but the scream melted into a guttural, pleasured groan. Her body convulsed, another orgasm tearing through her without a single touch to her core, born from pure obedience and exquisite hurt.

The red light drank it all in.