Mirror Mirror: Femdom Fiction

Mirror Mirror: Femdom Fiction
Turned Bi By My Mistress

I lay back on the bed, looking upwards at the mirrored ceiling, which reflected our naked forms. Eve’s arse looked sumptuous, as did that of her partner for the evening. I couldn’t help but admire their perfect contours, the lines, and the elegance.

She had invited me over, ostensibly for a business meeting, scheduled for the late afternoon. I knew, of course, that could mean anything, given the timing. I was prepared for whatever ritual humiliation she had in store, but we actually had discussed the upcoming venture, before a certain boredom seemed to overcome her, and she decided to have a drink. Ringing a bell, she had summoned the manservant. He brought in a bottle and two glasses of wine and poured them at her command.

He was dressed as a butler, fully clothed, which marked a departure for someone of that station in Eve’s employ. She caught me appraising him, and my gaze quickly flicked away. She giggled knowingly, seemingly having achieved some sort of purpose.

“I have an idea,” she said. “Both of you come with me.”

She led us to a room, the centrepiece of which was a large round bed. The other main feature was the huge mirror on the ceiling, leaving little to the imagination as to what the room could play host to.

“Let’s have some fun,” she said.

“Strip each other,” she commanded.

She had made me cross the threshold of ‘encouraged’ bi before, so I was not too shocked. Though that initial hesitation was still there on my part. An image of my wife at home quickly flicked across my mind, but I dispelled it. I had entered Eve’s world sometime ago, and increasingly I recognised that she had identified qualities in me I did not realise I had. Since then, she had distilled those qualities to her own devious and twisted ends. I had given myself to her, in some manner of a Faustian bargain, and I realised that I was now a piece of property to her, raw material as it were for her to use and abuse as she wished. For me, the trade-off was the utterly exquisite world she had introduced me to. I could not turn by back on it and walk away from it now, even had I wanted to.

We stripped each other. I was conscious of his hands all over me, groping me as he undid my shirt and unbuttoned my pants and fly and pulled them down. He did it with an assured touch, sending a ripple through me as his hand glided over my chest. My cock was unashamedly hardening, and Eve again laughed.

Then I undressed him, and my excitement grew. He had a perfectly sculpted body, par for the course if you were in Eve’s employ. His cock too was stiffening, and it was huge in length and girth. Finished, we stood before her.

“Get on the bed, both of you.”

We duly obliged, and lay there. She slipped off her dress, revealing her naked form, and once again, I inhaled sharply. Taking her glass from the table she joined us on the bed, lying on the side.

“Now I want you both to amuse me,” she stated.

“Worship him,” she instructed me.

He lay flat on his back as I positioned myself over him. I lowered my head onto his chest. A ripple pulsated through me as my tongue found his flesh, and I commenced my worship. I worked it over his chest, before heading for the destination of his nipples. They stood, erect, obviously excited over what was happening. I flicked them incessantly, not getting a real taste and sense of him.

He groaned and I took that as my cue to move down. My mouth worked his midriff and continued down to his massive cock, which now stood to attention. I positioned myself in front of it, moving in on his balls. They were large and voluminous. I worked up that glorious shaft, the anticipation building in both of us. This was always the moment when I knew that Eve had changed me irrevocably. I was no longer the clean living, righteous person, I believed I had been. She had mined my inner being and brought the filth in me to the fore. As my mouth cupped around his cock, I could hear her giggle. Her dominion over me was complete.

The mirror on the ceiling reflected the sex show taking place underneath, just as she had held a mirror up to my soul and in it saw reflected back a dirty whore of a slut bitch, ready to be cultivated and used as she saw fit..

by slave P