The old reliable

Stella couldn't be bothered to think of any fancy order or trigger. She was too horny for that. She went over to the queen bed and layed down. She didn't need to undo the bathrobe, it was short enough she could still reach her damp pussy. As she slid her panties down her legs, she could feel how wet she had really gotten, as they left a smear of her fluids on her thighs.

A thought crossed her mind. "If this is j-just one simple command, then could m-more do?" As she fantasied about the possibilities, her hand moved down and she touched her hardening clit. It sent a light shock up her spine, interrupting any thinking she could have been doing, instead forcing her to focus on her hand and her throbbing pussy.

She parted her dripping lips and shoved two fingers as deep inside her as she could. She was so soaked there was no resistance as she pounded herself into a quivering mess. Her fingers practically moved by themselves as her moans permeated the room. Her back arched as her goal grew closer and closer. Still being turned on by the collar helped the process along as she tweaked her hardened nipples through the bathrobe before taking it off completely.

Her eyes rolled up as a lightning bolt of pleasure shot through her, finally released by her constant stimulation. One final loud moan escaped her lips as her whole body tensed up in pleasure. Her walls gripped her fingers so tightly she couldn't take them out. Her juices squirted out across the whole room. After a few moments, Stella finally came down from her powerful orgasm, although still very aroused thanks to the collar.

As she rested on the bed in a puddle of her own sweat and pussy juice she thought about what else the collar was capable of. If some extra support could make basic fingering one of the most powerful experiences of her life just what else could it do? "W-We'll think about that l-later," she told herself, although it would likely be quite soon.

Fow now though, she would rest. After all, she had a whole vacation to go.