A Closer Look

Clara felt her fingers ball, the tips of her nails biting down into her palm. Her legs felt like jelly, and her chest was flushed and warm. Each gentle stroke of Alex's fingers created a cascade of feelings which ran through her skin, like a wave of electricity which danced from nerve to nerve. She was hyper aware, the feel of the leather restrains against her arms and legs was constantly on the edge of her mind, she felt her nudity more than she ever had before when each tug or pull of her arms or legs was resisted, and she was pinned in place, totally bare, at the mercy of her master.

Oh god, this felt good. She was breathing deeply, her heart was hammering. Her skin tingled with desire. How many times had she watched the video like this? How many times had fantasies played through her mind where this sort of thing was being done to her? But never in a million years had she thought she would ever be able to live it out.

Alex continued to rub her vulva, his fingers gently stroking her tender womanhood, the gentle motion was not overly rough or harsh, but served to build her anticipation. Clara closed her eyes, lying back against the wooden table, enjoying the feeling of her boyfriend and lover's hand against her pussy. Alex was slow, almost gentle. His fingers roamed over her womanhood, his palm gently stroking her, teasing her. The trialling of his motions made her jump and fidget in her bonds, especially as he started to gently tease her lower lips by running his fingers back and forth along her entrance. Clara **** herself to take deep, shuddering breathes, the frantic desire which pulsed through her body at his contact was almost too intense for her. She was getting wet, and Alex had to know it too, his fingers were pressed right against her mound, so how could he miss it? But he didn't speed up, didn't seem to even care. He continued his pattern, stroking and teasing her for several more minutes until her toes had curled, and she felt like screaming for more. His touch was soft and probing, but sure and firm. He stroked her in small patterns, utilising the building anticipation to make her even more sensitive. It was more psychological than it was actually physical, she realised. The feeling of being constantly teased was more arousing than the sensation itself. He was playing with her mindset, playing into her fetishes. That was what made it all so real, and all so different.

Clara felt like her lungs were burning, she was gasping and moaning softly with each touch, each moment of contact sent radiating emotions sweeping her body. She was soaking by now, but Alex still hadn't even done so much as enter her. She wondered what she must look like now, her arousal was extremely obvious. She must seem so wanton...

Her breath hitched, Alex's thumb gradually drew a tightening spiral upon her mound, edging closer and closer to the apex of her womanhood, where she was more sensitive.

"Do you like her?" Lilly asked, breaking the silence of the moment. "She can be yours for the right price. Pre-trained, more or less, and as you can see, a real steal. Would you like to see the quality?"

"Of course." Alex said. "Though, what you've shown me so far is more than enough, I'm curious as to what else you may be able to show."

"Oh, that's easy." Lilly winked, a mischievous look had come over her. "As I said, this little pet came to us before she could really explore herself too much. By which I mean, she probably has never felt anything like this before."

Lilly's hands trailed along Clara's thighs, the younger girl shivered their touch was confident and strong, the fingers gently sweeping along her skin as they journeyed upwards. A moment later, Lilly's hands were at her womanhood as well, Alex had withdrawn to give her space. He was watching with interest, his erection clearly visible under his clothing. Clara felt the hands of her mentor upon her naked flesh, Lilly's fingers were more finely balanced than Alex's had been. She was a woman herself, after all, and as much as Alex tried to get it right, he would never be able to match her personal experience.

Lilly's fingers were probing and forceful, not as gentle as Alex had been. She dug in with a little bit more ****, using the edges of her nails to make Clara shiver. Lilly brushed against the edges of Clara's lower lips, Clara's desire staining her skin, but she didn't press in. Instead, she continued upwards, tracing the line of Clara's pussy Suddenly, Clara realised where she was going, and managed to let out a squeak of protest, but it was far too late.

Lilly's nimble fingers encircled Clara's clitoral hood, the shroud of flesh which protected her most sensitive area from the world around it. Even through the skin, her touch sent shock waves lashing through Clara's body, the brunette gasped, her back arched, and she found her mouth going dry. But Lilly wasn't done. She gently but firmly took hold of the hood, and applied downward pressure, Clara had never felt anything like it. Her legs felt weak and numb as the friction of the contact seared through her mind and body alike, her nerves afire with ecstasy. She shuffled and writhed against the touch, pushing on the base of the table, and moaned loudly as Lilly continued to gently pressure her.

Slowly, Clara felt her clitoris itself begin to emerge as the hood was **** back. The feeling of the cold air against it was hard to bear. She was gasping, her clit was already tingling, she'd never touched it directly before, though she'd played around her her hood and the skin around it plenty of times. Even then, that contact tended to take her breathe away, but her clit itself had always been so sensitive that she had never really explored what it could mean for her sexually.

Now, she was being given ****. She felt the tiny nub of flesh - no bigger than the head of a pin - become fully exposed to the air, and to the gaze of her companions. Lilly, grinning ghoulishly, and Alex, who looked totally taken back.

"This is her clitoris." Lilly explained. "I'm sure you've heard of them," she added, with a smirk of her own, "The most delicate and sensitive part of her body. A woman's clit has more nerve endings than any other part of her body, or for that matter, than your cock. So imagine what it must feel like for her to be touched there directly?"

As if to prove her point, Lilly gently prodded Clara's clit with one finger. Instantly, the younger woman moaned, flinching away on instinct. The contact send waves of shivers running through her, and she gasped at the sheer intensity of it.

"This is what we can use to further train her." Lilly explained. "If you buy her, we will provide trainers and turn her into exactly the sort of **** you want. We'll use this part of her body, stimulating it to **** her to react as we want her to. Because the sensations that it can give you are so intense, we can use it to provide her with pleasure, if she does what we want, or punishment if she does not. If you like, I can demonstrate now. Which would you like to see? Pleasure or punishment?"