Yui's heart was beating ever faster as she rushed to open her email, and when she saw the latest unread message, it soared with excitement. One hand was already positioned between her thighs as she hurriedly opened the email, desperately craving whatever lay inside. As confused as she might have been this past day, as much as she might have questioned her own recollections, she knew for certain that only good things would come from the contents of this latest video.
As before, the gorgeous woman who she had fallen so deeply for appeared in front of her, the whole of her glorious form left nude and on display. This time, plenty of other women surrounded her, at least half a dozen, their hands and lips trailing in a hypnotic spiral over the woman's silky skin. The buzzing she had heard so many times before now seemed more like a chorus of joy, a thouand cries and moans of ecstacy and happiness that poured out of her speakers and practically melted Yui right then and there.
The voice of her idol, her goddess, was clearer than ever. "Yui... you're so close now..." despite the parade of beautiful woman attending to her, the woman's gaze was firmly locked onto Yui's own lustful stare. "Just a bit more, and you'll be ready... oh, you've been so magical to shape..." Her hand trailed down, disappearing out of view behind the head of a woman relentlessly assault her lap. Yui's hand moved in tandem, compelled to thrust two fingers into her own waiting, aching maw. She gasped, but kept her eyes fimly on the screen.
"When you dance, Yui, you're not dancing for those men... you dance for yourself." The heat grew between her thighs as the rest of her hand slipped inside, clawing deeper and deeper, her breath growing heavier by the moment. "You do it for your... art..." Yui's other hand slipped up to her chest, grabbing a handful of one breast and squeezing rythmically. It was no random pattern, in spite of her increasingly mind-numbing excitement; each motion was considered and careful, full of a newfound purpose.
"That's what you'll be for us... an artist." The woman let out a contented sigh, and all at once, Yui felt an electric shock traveling up her spine. She screamed in delight as an erotic sensation far beyond anything she'd ever considered crawled right up her back and into her mind, flooding through her soul, the waves of joy reshaping everything they left behind. The movement of her hand within her own folds began to match the and compliment the movements of her hand upon her chest, moving in synch, like two harmonious melodies of pure pleasure.
When the tsunami of ecstacy had finally encapsulated the whole of Yui's mind, release came, and with it she moaned and trashed in wild delight. Orgasmic bliss rocked her every cell, a downright magical feeling rewriting the basics of who she was, and she was desperate to lose herself entirely within this new being. The old Yui willfully subsumed herself into this total alteration, forgetting she had even done so as new memories flooded in to match her new personality. The woman she had once been, so average, so anxious and lacking in creative drive, was wiped away entirely, the world itself reshaping around her to welcome the much better woman that emerged.
The explosion of happiness changed her in moments, but the pleasure persisted for hours. Afternoon had come by the time that she had both fallen off the repeated waves of orgasms, now soaked in her own lustful juices, and further recovered enough to slowly rise from bed. Even then, the aftershocks had her in a near-perpetual state of arousal, unable to completely push rather dirty thoughts out of her mind. And why would she want to, when such hedonistic delight was associated with those very thoughts.
Mired in her fleshborne pleasures, it was natural that her eyes would fall upon her own form in the mirror as she stood up. The sight of herself was enough to give Yui a shiver, no matter how many times she saw it. Tall, lean, her skin so smooth, such wide and juicy hips to match the K-cup sized chest that pushed heavenwards, ignorant of gravity's drag. A delicate hand wound up to run through the thick mane of dark hair that ran down to her pert and perfect rear end, eyes becoming fixated on her own sultry gaze. She couldn't help but kiss at own alluring face, slightly regretful that she couldn't feel her full, plump, soft lips being kissed by themselves.
Several languid minutes were spent admiring her own perfect before she turned to head to another part of her room. She passed right by the various sculptures and paintings that lined the room, fine pieces of bold and forward-thinking art - all created by her own hands. At twenty years old she had already made a name for herself as a modern Renaissance woman, master of a paintbrush, a scuplting rasp, and a whole host of musical instruments. These, however, she had come to regard as rather mundane tools of expression. No, she had only discovered her true calling in the past couple of years... but in that short time, she had become a young master of her art.
Yui grinned as she unlocked a footlocker and plucked from within a set of harnesses that would soon be put to excellent use. With the advent of her sexuality, she had pursued any woman she desired with the utmost pride - and found that the female form was the holy grail of artistic expression. In the throes of passion she had become obssessed with creating art of the flesh, with bondage that transformed into a demonstration of creativity. The moans and gasp of pleasures she drew from her partners were notes in a melody, their orgasms beautiful crescendos that concluded encounters which would forever change them on a fundamental level. The beauty in carnality, as she liked to think of it.
Her latest canvas had played host to some of her best works yet. Lovely, worry-wart Joey - she had met the slightly older woman when she had been at her lowest point, selling herself out simply to make ends meet. Most others had only seen her as a despreate dreg at the bottom of society, but Yui had seen further, to the untapped potential within. Without hesitation she had taken the woman in, needing only one night of playing upon her body like a miraculous instrument to cement Joey's eternal loyalty. Not that she had settled for one night, of course - almost every night since then had been an exercise in joy.
And tonight, she would conduct her yet-greatest performance. For months Yui had slaved away on her masterpiece, her magnum opus - a symphony of sexuality that be her crowning achievement, at least until she found yet new heights to soar to. The woman she had come to adore, come to love on a level far beyond mere physical attraction, would be the stage on which this beautiful display was held. Already she could hear Joey moving around downstairs, keeping their home clean and tidied - oh, if only she knew what kind of perfect she would participate in mere hours from now. Quickly Yui set about getting ready, intent on having everything exactly where she needed it to be when the time came for the show to begin.