SEXY

SEXY

She moved to the next category: SEXY.

The first item was a black garter belt and sheer stockings. Her fingers, slick with sweat, fumbled with the tiny clips. The process of attaching the stockings was an agonizing, intimate ritual. She had to spread her legs, touch her own thighs, her fingers brushing dangerously close to the source of her ache. When she was finally done, she stood before the mirror. The transformation was shocking. The straps of the garter belt framed her hips and ass, a harness that declared her purpose. The sheer black of the stockings made her legs look long, elegant, and utterly sexual.

She pressed record, her body thrumming with a new, more aggressive energy.

She turned, slower this time, a predatory grace to her movements. She ran a hand up her stockinged thigh, stopping just short of where it met the lace of her panties. "I'm wearing these for you, Master," she purred, a sly, knowing smile on her face that she didn't recognize. "Stockings make it so much easier to keep my legs open for you… for as long as you need."

Stop. Record. A red lace push-up bra that lifted her breasts into a perfect, offered display. "This bra presents me to you, Master. So you can have easy access to what is yours."

Stop. Record. A tiny, sheer G-string that was little more than a whisper of fabric. "This is so you don't have to waste time unwrapping your gift, Master."

Her movements became bolder, her words more direct. The shame that had been a faint ghost in the back of her mind was being incinerated by the roaring fire of her need to perform, to please, to be the sexy asset he was programming her to be.