Through the Looking Glass.
From the perspective of a sub being forced to watch Dom with another.
I groan and I'm shaken awake by someone.. a stranger.. who is this? What the hell. Where am I? What happened?
As minutes pass I awaken more and the haze drifts and I become clearer but still not sure where I am. I look around, panicked. As I realize my wrists are bound behind me and I'm in a chair, with a see-through mirror between me and an empty, sordid room.
Looks like something off Law and Order.
Hello I shout. let me go!
I hear a noise, then the sound gets closer and I notice it's your voice shouting and demanding " let me fucking go! I'll kill you". I'm confused. A man and a woman have you by each arm and they aggressively sit you in the chair in the room across from me. But you can't see me. You just know I'm behind it. watching. I assume they'll kill you brutally and make me watch. I brace myself.
You're sat down but they don't restrain you, only me. Guess maybe they think I'll try to stop whatever is about to happen here.
The man and woman exit the room you're in and the man comes to my side, beside me. Too close, honestly. I can smell his cologne and feel his energy.
The woman is attractive. It annoys me, as she almost resembles me even and I know by the way she's dressed, she's caught many eyes before. She exudes sex. I want her a little.
"What are we doing here?" I ask the man, innocently, thinking it will calm his resolve but it doesn't.
"You'll see." He says coldly.
The woman enters the room you're in. Suddenly I hear music playing. It's God's and Monsters, by Lana Del Rey. My stomach hurts. This is giving off the vibe of Something you'd probably hear in a back, blacklighted room at some secret sex club. The lights are dim and it's cold. I swallow nervously, anticipating your demise. The trauma ensued.
The woman looks at the mirror, right at me, and removes her suit. She is clad in black lingerie and you refuse to look at her body, and she says "look at me. You want to. Look." You hesitate, but you do after a few seconds. Feeling betrayed by your body. I see your pupils dilate as you study her curves and plump, painted red lips and big brown, chestnut eyes. I've seen those eyes of yours. Those are Bad Man eyes. But you wouldn't. I'm watching.
She walks closer to you and I shift in my seat and squirm, trying to get away. I grow furious. But my body betrays me too. My clit swells.
The man holds me down with just one hand and takes the other, grabbing my hair, forcing me to watch.
She walks closer to you, my heartbeat like a crescendo, and stands in front of you so you're looking directly at her. She then removes her bra and panties and you're transfixed, even though you try not to look. You stutter "I... uh.. I can't. Stop! Please. Mara.."
I cry. And then roll my eyes, denying it. Resisting the arising emotion.
She takes your left hand. "Those hands are mine" I think. She puts your pointer and middle fingers in her mouth and sucks. I swallow hard. Furious but so wet..