The night was over and there I stood in my black cocktail dress staring at my reflection in the the long cheval mirror. Not a hair out of place looking like a perfect lady but I could feel the beast inside me wanting to break free. I would love to rip the clothes from my body and scatter them around the room as an act of defiance but as a robot I watch myself methodical undress as many years of training had taught me, ingrained in my very fiber. After removing my clothes I sit on the Leather Ottoman, its cold surface a welcome to my heated flesh. Facing the cheval mirror I stare at the picture I make. A woman in a black and red corset with her nipples, clamped with two butterflies peaking over the top, stockings and no other underwear besides the clit clamp, that reflects the light of the lamp enhanced by my pussy juices.

With the loss of my clothes the beast is free to emerge taking the shackles of society with them.

I look at my reflection and can clearly hear my Sir in my head. "Good kitten,” he would murmur, as our eyes meet in the mirror, and he says "eyes on me kitten and open your legs wider".

I can hear his groan of pleasure when I comply by, baring my swollen sex to his heated gaze. “Mm, yes, that is lovely,” he would praise.

I close my eyes thinking of him and a picture of him pulling out his swollen, leaking cock, comes to mind and I lick my lips as I image him stroking himself as I watch him in the mirror.

As I pull on my nipple clamps focusing on my mind's image, I suddenly feel something slide through my soaked pussy lips and pull on my clit clamp. Shocked I open my eyes and meet his gaze in the mirror "miss me kitten, look see how lovely you are.” I hiss in a breath when he lightly pulls on my clit clamp pulling on my engorged bud.

“Does that feel good?” he asks me, his eyes never leaving mine in the mirror.

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

“What a dirty thing you are,” he mutters thrusting a finger into my tight, slick channel. “My God you feel delicious, kitten.” He pumps me deeply and slowly, until the room is filled with the smell of my arousal and the sounds of wet flesh and soft grunts. “Fuck yourself on my hand,” he orders. All the while watching each other in the mirror.

“So beautiful kitten” He says as he teases my stiff little clit. As my thrusts became less and less controlled. He commands. “Come apart for me, kitten—I want to watch you.”

As I gave myself up to la petite mort did I truly lower my guard, my body bucking and writhing as the contractions rippled through me in waves.

When I was boneless with bliss, he lifted me up and parted my cheeks, spreading me wide before entering me with his beautiful cock. He chuckled when I moaned for more.

“So greedy,” he praised, as he started to move faster and faster holding my heated, gaze in the mirror. When I tried to push back, to take more, his fingers bit into the flesh of her hips. “You will take what I give you kitten." and I shivered with anticipation under his stern gaze and relaxed my body, giving control of my pleasure to my Sir.

He pulsed his hips, giving me only his crown, over and over, using me for his pleasure.

“Please Sir,” I begged, frustrated and aroused by my need to be filled by him. All the while watching him in the mirror as he fucked me.

“Please, what?”

“I need you—all of you—”

“You beg so prettily kitten.”

“Again,” he said.

“Please… Sir. I need—”

He slammed into me, filling me with long, hard thrusts until we were fully and completely joined.

His eyelids fluttered shut and I drank in the sight of his pleasure while my body accommodated to being stretched and filled. Sir began to move as he opened his eyes, one hand sliding up my back and neck into my hair, fingers closing in an almost painful hold.

Sir worked me with deep, powerful strokes and I arched my back and lifted my hips in silent supplication.

Sir took my offering, pumping into me harder and tightening his grip on my hair, pulling until my throat was exposed and my neck was arched.

My sirs lips curled back in a feral snarl as his hips snapped and he rode me with erotic abandon.

“I am Going to come,” Sir hissed driving himself deep as he found his release.

I drank in his reflection in the mirror—an expression of unselfconscious bliss on a man who was usually so controlled. The loss of his control was the catalyst to my own wild orgasm all the while never breaking eye contact in the mirror.