What followed was Obedience pressing a straight piece of metal against her skin again and again. The pain didn’t intensify with each application; it was just more of the same. Tace found herself becoming accustomed to the pain.
“All done,” Obedience said as she stepped away from the block where Tace’s legs were dangling. “Except for one thing. You need to have the little death to honor our lord.”
Tace nodded and started bucking her hips back and forth on the iron rod. She had an intense need to climax and wanted to get to that peak as quickly as possible. While she did this Obedience reached out and pinched Tace’s n*****s between her finger and thumb. The pain was intense—sharp—which made it different from the burning pain on her rump. Why Obedience did that she couldn’t say for certain,
