Two in the Mirror

Mirrors line the long hallway. They are framless and i'm left without any sense of boundaries that a series of heavily framed mirrors would give me and i am left to find my way. It's uncomfortable.

There are images in the mirrors but i can't see where the images originate and maybe that doesn’t matter, really. The images are here now and i am here with them for a purpose.

There are reflections of two women in the mirrors. One woman has dark hair and the other light. The images are always just ahead of me as i walk. When i stop, they stop. When i move forward they move forward. They cast their dark eyes down, they smile softly at one another and they smile at me as they each trace along their hip down their thigh with long fingers. It's as though they are performing some type of seductive dance to lure me and they are working in unison towards that common goal. i can’t help but watch and follow even though the unfamiliarity of this dance is as uncomfortable as it is captivating.

i'm not sure which woman is leading or if one is leading at all. Seems like one of the two floats slightly forward like she's enticing the other to follow as a mimic. As if planned the mimic then takes over the lead and the other follows.

The woman with the dark hair is in red and her protruding nipples make sharp points in the satin gown. She touches the tip of one just slightly and i see that when her head drops back in an exquisite expression of pleasure her mouth opens just slightly. The mimic, the woman with the light hair, follows the motions of her darker sister and teases her own nipples under her blue satin gown. They see me watching, exchange glances and soft smiles, and continue their tease.

i move forward down the passageway turning in slow circles as i go. i see that the beginning of the mirrored hallway is far behind and it ends at a point far ahead. There is no history here but only the now and the place to where the images are drawing me. There are no others behind, nobody ahead. Just me. And the two women in the mirror.

Such sluts they are as their hips undulate and their pussies rub. Such sluts they are as their tongues tease and their fingers weave through and grasp one another’s hair. Such sluts they are as they slowly raise the hems of their satin gowns higher and higher up their curved asses to show me that heart shaped place where wet lips meet. My breathing quickens, my nipples are swollen and erect and my cunt is wet. And i just continue to walk.

i see a figure at the end of the hallway. He’s in black trousers, black boots and is without a shirt. His facial features are obstructed. i sense such strength and sexuality even as he stands so calmly.

The sluts in the mirror are floating back and forth from the right side of the hallway to the left and back again. They seem agitated and the thin straps of their gowns are slipping down their arms. Fingers are under their gowns, legs are spread, breasts are thrusting towards him. It is he, the man at the end of the hallway, they are seducing now.

i feel my hands caress my own body. The fabric is so smooth, so sensuous in feel. It glides along my curves. It clings to my ass. My right hand is under the hem of my gown and my left is kneading my breast. i see my exposed breast and Master’s nipple shield under the red satin gown.

My chest feels tight as i begin to understand now. My eyes meet hers, meet the eyes of the slut with the light hair in blue satin, we smile softly at one another and hear Master saying, so proud of His slut, “My good girl, you have please Me so.”