Jacqueline smiled as she ran her hand down the mirror's smooth surface, admiring its cold face. It was the final piece in her little plan for a night of fun, and she couldn't wait to put it to use. She also couldn't believe the deal she had gotten on it either. An old world full body mirror on a carved oak frame or a hundred dollars? A cheap knockoff at a furniture store would cost three times that, and this one was guaranteed to be an antique. It was odd how the salesperson at the import store acted nervously around the mirror and how it was kept in the back corner, wrapped in blankets tied with rope. When Jacqueline unwrapped the mirror so she could see it, the saleswoman moved to stand behind it as if afraid of seeing her reflection. She said it had been found in the basement of some abbey in a country with a Slavic name. Jacqueline didn't really listen to the history lesson. She was enthralled by the beauty of the mirror and knew immediately she was taking it home.
Now it stood in her apartment overlooking the city, and it was the perfect time to put it to use. She had her wooden step set up in the middle of the room in front of the mirror. She stood on it now to test that she could see her full body from her toes to the well above her head reflected in the mirror. She could also see the large window that looked out over the night skyline, allowing the city's ambiance to filter in.
A long silver chain hung down from a bolt in the ceiling stopping above her head where it was connected to a pair of cuffs. The key was safely out of reach, placed on a table on the other side of the room. Her plan was simple, a little self-bondage where anyone looking into her window would see her naked body. Once she locked her hands in the cuffs, she would be unable to leave the wooden platform for twenty minutes. A small timed lock on the other end of the chain would open automatically when the time ran out, allowing her to leave and use the key.
It was a moment of tension as she knew once those cuffs went on, she was stuck. Any of her neighbors in the surrounding buildings would be able to see her, and all she could do was twist about to give them a good show. She had chosen this room specifically for the large window to add to the tension that somebody might be looking. To complete the mood, she had the mirror placed so that she could see herself and the window behind her, a constant reminder of what was happening.
She glanced to the far wall, where various toys rested on a shelf. She wondered if some of them might make the experience more exciting but decided that the fear of being seen would be enough torment for tonight.
With everything in place, there was nothing more to do but set the light and get undressed. She darkened the room and turned on a single light near the window so her body would be lit. Then with a trembling breath, she lifted the only thing she would be wearing, a leather strap with a bright red ball gag, and firmly strapped it into her mouth. The timed lock was set before she dropped her robe and climbed onto the wooden step, her naked body exposed to the window. She thought twice about what she was doing, wondering if footage of her escapades would end up on some website. She closed her eyes and silently scolded herself, this had been planned for weeks, and there was no going back now. Before panic could step in, she grabbed the cuffs and locked them, leaving her trapped on the platform.
Jacqueline's breath came out in nervous pants as she hung from her chains, wrists held high above her head. She hadn't yet dared to open her eyes and gaze into the mirror, fearing it would make her panic. She knew full well that anyone who took the time to look would see her, and there was nothing she could do about it for twenty minutes.
Slowly she opened her eyes and immediately looked into the mirror, seeing her naked body as it stood on display. The sight sent adrenaline surging through her veins as the desire to escape flooded her senses. This was the thrill she was hoping for as the trembling grew worse, and she focused on remaining calm. Just as she tried to relax, she caught sight of movement in the mirror. Her eyes focused on the spot in a panic, but the movement was gone behind her. She twisted about as her heart raced, turning to face the window only to see she was alone in the room. Relieved and scolding herself for being so foolish, she reasoned a bird must have gone by the window. Obviously, nobody was in the room with her as not only was her apartment door locked but so was the inner door. Nobody could have gotten into this space, and they certainly didn't scale the building to peer in her window. With the flutter of panic fading away, she turned to the mirror and, for a second, was sure she saw a smiling face just behind her. Once again, she jerked about in a panic, nearly stumbling on her wooden platform as she hung from the chains. The room was just as it always was, quiet and empty, with the door on the wall still solidly locked.
Breathing deeply into her gag, she turned back to the mirror and hesitated to look. When she did, her nerves relaxed to see nothing in the reflection but her naked body. She could see how badly she was trembling and wondered if her thrashing had gotten any attention. Just as she settled her feet, two arms curled about her stomach from someplace behind and wrapped about her tightly.
Jacqueline's eyes went wide as she screamed into the gag, the noise coming out as a muffled gurgle. Her body went ridged and arched as the hands quickly slid up her stomach to take firm hold of her breasts. Desperation and panic drove her to pull on the chains, but her wrists were firmly bound, and she was helpless to defend her naked body. Her mind flooded with fear and tension as she tried to understand how someone could have entered her room. The only possible explanation was they were already inside when she locked the door, perhaps hiding behind a couch or chair.
She twisted and thrashed as her breasts were firmly grasped and kneaded, her tender nipples being pulled until they were taught. The intruder's touch was rough and grasping, his fingers cruelly squeezing her flesh. In a panic, she looked down only to be horrified a second time as she saw nothing! She could feel the touching and saw her skin deforming under the caress, but no hands or arms were present. In desperation, she looked to the mirror that told a very different story.
A dark form was pressed to her back but obscured by her body. All she could see were the arms and grasping hands as they tormented her breasts with firm squeezes. Panic drove her to thrash, pulling on her chains wildly in the vain hope of escaping. Unfortunately, neither her wrists nor her breasts came free from their captivity, and the thrashing provoked her intruder to squeeze more tightly.
With her heart racing, Jacqueline came to the terrible realization that there was no escape. She was trapped until the timer passed, a plaything for the dark stranger that was only visible in the mirror. She looked into that silvery surface, desperate for some answer as to what was happening. The shape moved to the side as something warm and most began to run up her back. She shivered as that sensation approached her shoulder, dark curly hair appearing as the shadow came into view.
Jacqueline stared into the crystal blue eyes of a woman with dark luscious lips. Something sadistic lurked behind the gaze in her eyes as she ran a hand up Jacqueline's arm to tug at the cuffs. Pleased that she was bound and helpless, a long red tongue came out of those lips and licked at her neck. She felt every second of it as it slid across her skin and cheek, stopping as their faces pressed together in the mirror.
