Wired Piercings equals Lots of Pain

Katherine Cane arrives already bound, arms pulled back, legs spread wide. Her nipples and clit hood catch the light—metal through every sensitive spot. I wire her up. One click and the current finds the steel, turning proud piercings into live circuits. She jerks. Breath catches. Every shock writes new lines across her face. Pain does make her beautiful. I push an electric bullet deep in her ass and flip the switch. Her body locks, then shudders. Still not enough. I grab the cattle prod and press it to her skin—quick, mean jolts that drop her into helpless, soaking spasms. She’s dripping, twitching, wired from every angle. Details matter. Every last one.