The Mirror

by Carole

The room is lit with a hundred candles behind coloured glass. Pale blue, red, green and purple light flickers across the wall. Sandalwood incense lies heavily in the air, like silk. The large bed is draped in black satin sheets that reflect the candlelight and shimmer like ice. The slave girl is prostrated in front of her Lady, naked except for a black leather collar around her neck and delicate silver chains around both wrists and both ankles. Her knees are tucked under her body, pushing her lush ass high into the air. Her long black hair falls around her face and shoulders like a curtain, and her forehead is pressed firmly against the carpet.

The Lady stands above, looking fondly down at her girl. She loves the way the candlelight glows over her slave’s silken body, the same body she knows that slave hates so much. The girl has beautiful full hips, a round belly, large, soft breasts with big brown nipples and a full ass, just perfect for stroking or spanking, as the case may be. The Lady bends down and takes a handful of her girl’s hair, and one of her hands, and helps her up to her knees.

“Look what I have for you, sweetest,” the Lady tells her girl. She steps aside and the girl is looking directly into a full-length mirror.

Immediately, the slave’s eyes drop, and she doesn’t want to look any more. The Lady lifts her chin and turns her face back towards the mirror, none too gently.

“Tonight, you are going to look at yourself through MY eyes. If I ever teach you anything, girl, you will learn that you are beautiful.”

The Lady bids her girl to stand, facing the mirror. Two convenient eye bolts in the ceiling allow the Lady to cuff the girl’s arms up over her head. A spreader bar between the girl’s ankles spread her legs wide, giving a good view of her smooth, hairless pussy.

“My only rule for you tonight girl, is to WATCH. Look at yourself in this mirror. Watch yourself as though your reflection is another slave girl, maybe one at a play party,” the Lady tells her slave. Almost sullenly, the girl lifts her eyes to the mirror. There, in front of her, is the hated sight of her body. Her fat, ugly body. How could Lady do this to her?

The Lady caresses her girl’s back with a soft nylon flogger, drawing it over the rounds of her ass, over her shoulders, down over her hips. The light tickling sensation causes goose bumps to rise on the girl’s arms, and her nipples start to tighten.

“Don’t forget to watch,” the Lady whispers softly into the girl’s ear. The soft flow of Lady’s breath over her neck causes the slave to shudder softly. She looks into the mirror.

The girl in the mirror is stretched tall by the binding. Her arms are high over her head, lifting her breasts. Her breasts are round and full, and her nipples are hard and long. Candlelight makes them glow. Behind the girl is a beautiful woman in a black dress. She is holding a white silky flogger and is dusting it across the slave’s back and ass. The girl in the mirror stretches just a bit farther to push her ass back towards her Lady, entreatingly. The flogger lands squarely across those full cheeks with a thud. The girl in the mirror sighs, and her red lips part. She runs her tongue over them, wetting them. Her large, liquid eyes look black in the light and sparkle with the reflections of a hundred candles. The girl is rocking back and forth, meeting the strokes of the soft flogger with each rock.

A sudden paddle blow just under her right ass cheek lifts the girl in the mirror onto her tiptoes. She lets out a soft cry, and tilts her head back, exposing her beautiful, collared neck. A matching blow on the left cheek makes her cry out again. Her silken hair falls backwards, rippling over her shoulders. The mirror-girl’s cheeks are flushed, and her breasts are beginning to blush as well. Soft shadows fall over the girl’s round belly. Her red pussy lips are easily visible. They look to be glistening with moisture.

A heavy leather flogger strokes down the girl’s shoulder blades, first one side, and then the other. Each blow rocks the mirror-girl forward now, thrusting her breasts forward. The flogger strokes across her ass now, and she is thrusting her hips forward invitingly. The girl in the mirror is panting. The Lady behind her continues her work, undaunted by the onlooker.

It is easy to see that the girl in the mirror is highly aroused. Sweat glistens at her temples, and a strand of her long, tousled hair is between her lips. She is moaning softly, meeting the flogger strokes eagerly. The Lady drops the flogger and presses her body into the girl’s body. She looks, from the mirror, directly into the slave’s eyes.

“Watch your face,” Lady says.

Her strong, gentle, loving hands are caressing the mirror-girl’s body now; stroking her breasts, pinching her nipples, running down her belly to her waiting pussy. Her hands spread the mirror-girl’s pussy lips apart, so the slave can see the glistening juices running down the inside of the mirror-girl’s thighs. The Lady’s practiced fingers dance over the mirror-girl’s clit. Her lips are apart, and she is moaning. Her eyes look so far away. A droplet of sweat trickles down the mirror-girl’s neck. She is positively glowing, radiant, and gorgeous. She is going to cum! The slave watches as long as she can, this beautiful creature in the mirror, until the force of the orgasm makes her close her eyes and drop her head backwards.

Gently, gently, the Lady uncuffs the slave and helps her to her knees. The Lady kneels in front of her girl and gathers her into her arms.

“And that is how I see you, sweetest,” she whispers into her girl’s ear as she strokes her hair.