She had noticed in the shower and just before that even brushing against her nipples created sparks of reaction, but she'd been ordered not to come without permission, so she couldn't bring herself even if she may have wanted to. It had been ages since she could remember it being a natural reaction, for all that the collar that held her was a new addition in her life. Things were blurring into confusion as each time set the changes more deeply into her mind and body.

Just the light pressure has her clenching in reaction, moaning and trying more, just because it feels too good to stop. It seems wrong, and yet oh so right, and she begins to wonder if having so many places for them to tease and toy with is such a problem.