With those words, the pent-up energy rips through her with spine-bowing strength, only the restraints keeping her from squirming off the table as she screams almost as fast as she can draw breath. She can't recall ever coming this hard, especially without any touch. It seems to go on forever, ebbing a bit and then stealing her breath away once more.

Claudia's entire body is glistening with sweat, and her legs drenched with other fluids, by the time it finally starts to pass for good. A tiny part of her wonders if it was the collar that made it like that, or being denied, or if she could be made to come like that with just a command.