Sarah is alone

Two chapters within a week! Have I gone crazy? No, but this chapter almost wrote itself as a partner piece to the last chapter. Hope you enjoy it. I swear I'm working on the other paths as well.

Sarah reclined comfortably on the couch, her phone in hand but her mind elsewhere. She had been casually scrolling through social media, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Michael—no, to Michelle, as she had started to think of him without even realizing it. The transformation she had witnessed earlier had been more arousing than she had anticipated. The way he had looked in the lingerie, the wig, and those heels had sent shivers of excitement down her spine.

As she thought about him, she couldn't resist the urge to check the spy camera she had set up in Michael's room. She navigated to the app on her phone, biting her lip in anticipation. The feed came to life, showing her Michelle standing in front of the mirror, his hands exploring his transformed body. Her breath hitched as she watched him slide his hand inside his panties, desperately trying to find some relief from the chastity device.

Sarah's heart raced as she saw the frustration and longing on his face. The sight of him struggling, grinding his hips in a futile attempt to find pleasure, was intoxicating. She could see the desperation in his eyes, the way his body trembled with need. It made her feel powerful, knowing that she had such control over him, that she could reduce him to this state of arousal and frustration with just a few commands.

Her own arousal grew as she watched him. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, her body responding to the sight of him. She slid a hand down her body, slipping it beneath the waistband of her yoga pants. Her fingers found her own wetness, and she began to touch herself, imagining what it would be like to dominate him completely.

The image of Michelle, begging for release, his face flushed with arousal, was almost too much to bear. She increased the pace of her movements, her eyes never leaving the screen. Every whimper, every **** movement he made only fueled her desire.

She closed her eyes, letting the sensations wash over her. She imagined Michelle kneeling before her, dressed in that sexy lingerie, begging for permission to touch himself. She could almost hear his voice, pleading, **** for her approval. The thought sent waves of pleasure through her, and she could feel herself getting closer to the edge.

As she continued to pleasure herself, she thought about the plans she had for Saturday. John would be there, and she couldn't wait to see how Michelle would react to his presence. The thought of her former boyfriend serving them, dressed in that sexy outfit, brought her to the brink. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her body trembling with the intensity of her arousal.

Finally, she reached her climax, her body shuddering with pleasure. She lay there for a moment, catching her breath, her mind still filled with thoughts of Michelle. She knew that tomorrow would bring even more excitement, more opportunities to explore this dynamic of theirs.