“The labia majora. Yours are nicely plumped. There is no wonder why someone chose to so convincingly pierce you here. They do seem to beg for attention.”
His free hand grips the links of my cunny chain very close to the ring, gently lifting and pulling to assure the application of whatever is evenly applied to every inch of my dark brown lips. Within moments I feel warmth... pleasant... better than bearable... in fact quite acceptable.
“Good stuff, don’t you think? A little warmth to settle you. Strong stuff but the labia majora are somewhat insensitive. Bad girls get an application to the labia minora. You don’t want to be a bad girl.”
I must certainly agree, the skin there being thin and hypersensitive... particularly in my state of forced chastity. Nothing has touched there in many,
