The meaning of it's desire

As Sarah was walking to the park the catsuit sat on the couch in thought. It sat with it's legs spread wide open and a finger resting where a chin would be as it leaned back. It desired pleasure. But what was pleasure? The sexual kind it was so inclined to produce was the best. Everything it had done was to bring pleasure. Even if Sarah hadn't been aware of it, deep down she did indeed want what happened to happen. Otherwise there would not have been pleasure, only pain. Pain was undesirable. It recollected it's thoughts, Sarah openly doing what she desired was far more enjoyable for the both of them. The spell did not necessarily feed off of pleasure, but it craved it. Perhaps with a little communication it could bring about the same feelings that Sarah had summoned as she masturbated.

With that thought it mind it silently called out to the outfit on Sarah's body and could sense exactly where she was and what was happening. Sensing her wish her phone it had made sure to slip it into the pocket of her jeans. Now it made the phone float out to tease her. To show that what she wanted was right in front of her but she wasn't able to grasp it. The phone dodged her hands easily and the catsuit enjoyed the little game it had started. Sensing the surroundings it new Sarah would like to take a photo. So using it's power over her clothes it **** the girl to pose for the phone's camera. She smiled brilliantly at the camera and once again the craving felt some satisfaction. She was enjoying herself, that eased the craving. With that in mind it released her body and put the phone into her back pocket. She smiled as she resumed her walk and the catsuit had it's conclusion. When Sarah returned she would understand the spell's mission.