Re: Part 1

Re: SENSUAL, SEXY, SLUTTY

She reached for the first SENSUAL item, the champagne silk chemise. Her hands were shaking so violently she could barely grasp the fabric. She pulled it on, the silk a ghostly, abrasive whisper against her vibrating, hypersensitive skin.

She staggered in front of the camera and hit record. Her body was already a wreck, her hips twitching in a frantic, involuntary rhythm.

"Master," she gasped, her voice a strangled wreck. "Please… I'm wearing the silk for you… it feels so soft, but the vibrations… oh god, they're too much, I can't think…" She squeezed her eyes shut, tears leaking from the corners. "I'm begging you to take this thing away from me… and replace it with your hands. Please, Master, I need to feel you, not this machine. I need you to touch me until I'm screaming… I'll be so soft for you, I'll be so good, I promise… just please, make it you…"

She fell to her knees, the appeal ending in a choked sob as a phantom orgasm, a brutal wave of pleasure with no release, seized her body. This was just the first video.

She crawled through the SEXY category in a similar haze of torment. Clipping the garter stockings on was a monumental effort, her entire body convulsing. Her appeals became more ****, more focused on her own helplessness.

"Oh god, Master, look at me… I'm trying so hard to be sexy for you in these stockings, but I can't… I can't even stand still…" she cried to the camera, her legs trembling uncontrollably. "Please, Master, I'm begging you… use your leather restraints on me. Tie me to the bed so I can't move, so my shaking doesn't matter… hold me down and use my helpless body… please, I need you to make this have a purpose… I need you to fuck me while I'm trembling for you…"

By the time she reached the SLUTTY pile, she was no longer performing. The line between Clara the asset and Clara the ****, needy woman had been erased by the relentless, punishing vibrations. She pulled on the cold, tight vinyl skirt, the sensation against her buzzing, weeping clit making her scream.

"I'm a slut, Master!" she shrieked at the camera, her eyes wild, her hair a mess. "I'm your fucking slut and I love it! This vinyl is so tight, I can feel every vibration deep inside my cunt… I'm so wet, I'm dripping on the floor for you… Please, Master, I'm begging you, treat me like the slut I am! Don't be gentle, don't be kind… bend me over, rip this cheap skirt, and fuck me against the wall until I can't remember my own name… I need to be used, Master, I need you to prove what a good, ****, worthless slut I am for you!"