Clara's new slave

Clara picked up her phone and scrolled. Most toys needed batteries. This one blinked back through a live cam feed and introduced herself as Mia. Mia knelt in a lace garter belt on a white hotel bed, tongue tracing her own lower lip like she was warming it up. No script. Just soft panting and the wet glint of her cunt already opened for the lens. Clara hit record. “Spread wider,” she said. The order snapped like a whip. Mia’s knees inched apart, heels together, pink folds shining. Clara watched her shiver through the frame. Mia whispered, “I’m dripping for you, Mistress.” Clara’s mouth twitched. She typed back: “Then keep it that way.” Mia obeyed. Two fingers split herself open. Clear strings glistened, clinging to her knuckles as she worked. She kept the angle low, clit peeking. Each slow circle sent another bead down the crease of her ass and onto the sheet. Minutes passed. Sweat gathered at Mia’s collarbones. When Clara typed, “Tongue out, eyes up,” Mia licked her chin and stared into the lens like she wanted to crawl through it and swallow Clara’s clit on the other side. Clara came the first time without touching herself, thighs clenched around a silk pillow. Her second climax rolled tighter. By the third she was shaking, hips grinding air, lips parted around Mia’s name. On screen, Mia grinned against her own wrist, fingers still lazily stroking her soaked cunt. She mouthed, “Next time?” and let the feed hold on her open, trembling slit until Clara clicked the payment screen shut.