Mirror Image

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The room is dimly lit by a series of wall lights, every now and then the door to the outside opens and the room is flooded with daylight but then it closes again and the space returns darkens again. One end of the room is covered with floor to ceiling mirrors.

“Sit down” and he points to one of the two chairs that face the mirror.

It is not an ordinary chair, the seat is split into two legs the meet at the back in a V shape. Both legs and the back are covered in a red padding and the frame of the chair is matte black metal. It looks grand and feels almost as if it has been designed for a much bigger person than me to sit upon. I slide back onto the chair and place each of my legs on the corresponding legs of the chair. He stands at my shoulder and watched me in the mirror as I shift and wriggle trying to find a comfortable position when I finally glance up at me he smiles as he reaches down between my legs and gathers up the black skirt of the dress and tucks it away round my waist. I blush and my reflection, my legs so crudely spread, my dress hiked up and my knickerless cunt on display. He watches as I search the mirror, using it to look into the room behind me. There are other people playing, a girl on the St Andrews Cross being flogged by her Dom, another on the spanking bench. Around the edge of the room people sit on the sofas and the soft murmur of voices chatting fills the room. No one seems to have noticed me; I am oddly relieved and disappointed all at the same time

“Don’t worry” he whispers into my ear “They will notice when you come for me”

I look into the mirror at his reflection as he goes on

“Touch your cunt for me”

I take a deep breath and as the long slow exhale escapes my lungs I let my hand slide down between my wide open thighs. I am unsurprised by how wet I already am. His words, the chair, the room, the people have already set my body’s arousal responses off. Just as I am wet and my clit feels hard and hot and my nipples are tight and puckered beneath my dress. My body likes this game.

I push down into the seat and curl my hips upwards as my fingers dip into my sex and find my needy little clitoris. My eyes dance between watching myself, absorbing the sight of me spread and exposed, to furtive glances around the room capturing the other hedonistic sights of couples playing and wondering if any of them are watching me, and then back to his eyes which are firmly locked on mine.

He leans forward again

“I can smell you”

The muscles inside my cunt twitch in response and I let out an audible moan. In the mirror I watch as he slips a hand down the front of my dress and rolls one of my nipples one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Over his shoulder I notice there is a woman being tied to the A frame just behind me by her wrists, her partner is turning the handle slowly that lower or this case raises the hook above her head. He only stops when she is on tiptoe. She pivots round trying to hold her balance and ends up facing the mirror. Our eyes meet then pull away again as we both appraise each other’s predicament before meeting again in the mirror. As the paddle connects with her bottom her mouth makes a little O shape and she spins again on her tip toes.

Feeling his fingers pushing into my cunt snaps my attention back to him. One, then two fingers slide easily into my wet hole and instinctively I roll my hips a little bit more and try to spread my thighs even further apart to give him better access.

“Good girl” he whispers into my ear “Now come for me” and with that he plucks at my nipple again as he pushes two fingers in and out of me. With the middle finger of my right hand I continue to rub at my clit my eyes firmly fixed on the dirty vision of myself in the mirror in front of me. The rest of the room, the people, the girl, are momentarily forgotten as I come all over his fingers.

The feel of his fingers slipping from my body seem to flick my brain back on and I am suddenly hyper aware of where I am and what I just did.

“Such a dirty little slut” he says as he wipe my juices from his fingers onto the inside of my thigh.

He offers me a hand and pulls me to my feet and then draws me into his arms. I curl myself up as much as I can into his embrace, a post orgasmic sleepiness starting to engulf me. I look over his shoulder into the mirror and there looking back at me is the girl also being held by her partner now that he has released at her. She smiles at me, a big broad grin and I smile back.

***

This actually took place at a club that we attend fairly regularly. Sadly I don’t have any pictures of the place or me on the chair because, quite rightly, they have a very strict no photographs policy so instead here is a not unrelated mirror self portrait.