"Cum"

After very little deliberation, she decided that the simplest course of after was best. "Fuck it, I'm already soaked." She pointed at herself, leaning towards the spare bed for the support she thought would soon need. She said in a tone that was more domineering than she usually spoke, "Cum. Hard. Now."

She was right about needing the bed. A bolt of white-hot pleasure struck her pussy like thunder, causing her knees to give out instantaneously. She collapsed backwards as she screamed and moaned at the top of her lungs. If she could think, she would thank every Olympian in the pantheon that her apartments were so well soundproofed. Her backed arched like an old wooden bridge over a river. Her eyes almost rolled back into her head. Her insides tightened so much she could feel her walls touching each other, as though they were trying to milk a cock that wasn't inside her. It was like her whole body was on fire. Her spray of juice pierced her panties easily. Her legs spasmed in all directions. Her nipples and clit got so stiff, it felt like they were piercing her bathrobe and underwear. The pleasure rippled through her, frying any doubts she could have had, overiding it with pure burning pleasure. The orgasm lasted for a full minute, longer than any she had ever had, although it felt like hours. The continued stimulation from her earlier command only made it worse. When it was over, she was lying on bedsheets soaked in both sweat and squirt. Her labia wouldn't stop twitching, still riding both the aftershocks and the arousal from the collar.

Stella gathered her thoughts, removing the collar and setting it aside for 'later use.' "That's enough of that for now. Better save it for... later." As she properly cleaned the room and dressed herself, she looked forward to the rest of her vacation. "I'll have some more fun with this soon enough."