SENSUAL

SENSUAL

She started with the first category, her hands shaking as she tore through the elegant paper of the first shopping bag. SENSUAL.

The first item was the champagne-colored silk chemise. The fabric was impossibly soft, cool against her fever-hot skin as she slipped it over her head. It clung to her body, outlining her hardened nipples, the gentle curve of her stomach, the swell of her hips. It was elegant, understated, and yet, on her hypersensitive body, it felt like the most erotic garment she had ever worn.

She stood before the camera, took a deep, shuddering breath, and pressed record.

The small red light was a searing eye. His eye. She **** herself to move, to turn slowly, presenting the asset as instructed. Front. Side. Rear. The silk whispered against her thighs with every movement. When she faced the camera again, her eyes were wide, her lips parted. She leaned in slightly, as if sharing a secret.

"I chose this silk, Master," she whispered, her voice a husky, trembling thing. "So I would feel soft and smooth for you… for when you decide to touch me."

She held the pose for a beat, then lunged for the phone, her finger jabbing the stop button. She was panting, a fresh wave of slick heat gushing between her legs. One video down. Dozens to go.

She tore the chemise off, her skin burning, and reached for the next item. A black lace teddy. She recorded the video, her voice cracking. "This lace is to show you how ready I am, Master… It hides nothing."

Stop. Record. A crimson satin bra and panty set. "I'll wear this color for you, Master, so you can see how flushed I get when I'm trying to please you."

Stop. Record. A long, white silk robe. "This is to wear after I've served you, Master. So I can be clean and ready to serve you again."

With each video, the torment deepened. The act of posing, of presenting herself, of speaking her submission aloud to his proxy eye, was a form of intense, prolonged foreplay with no hope of a climax. The SENSUAL pile was complete. She was already a wreck.