The Mirror

Grasping my hair, he roughly drags me to stand in front of the mirror. I whimpered as he turns my body to face the image that peers out through the silvern looking glass. A strong hand at my throat, forcing me to look.

I close my eyes, whispering, “Please Master.”

He shakes my head, fingertips, and thumb digging deep into my skin. Growling low, softly in my ear.
“Girl, you will look.”
His hot breath next to my skin making me shiver involuntarily. Sharp teeth sink into my shoulder, I moan, sagging against him, my hand creeping to his thigh, hoping that I can make him forget why we are here.

His voice, deathly low now, “I will not tell you again, cunt.”

Trembling I open my eyes, staring, unfocused at the reflection of my Master and me. His eyes meet mine in the mirror; even here, I cannot hold his gaze. His brilliant blue eyes have a way of piercing my very soul, drawing me in and I fear them.

The grip about my neck loosens and he smiles at me. “That’s better pet.” Draping his hand loosely across my breasts, he continues. “Now, tell me, what do you see, my girl?”

I raise my gaze again, searching the image. “You Master, my owner,” I pause, knowing what he wants. “And me, Master; your slave.”
He nods, one hand moving to my breast, cupping it firmly. Thumb and forefinger twisting my nipple, a silent gesture to warn me that he is not playing.

I continue, starting to stutter, my voice wavers. “I see…. Your cunt, Master. Your slut, your pet. I see the one you honour with your ownership.”
My eyes move to the fading bruise on my left thigh. “I see you marks that paint my skin, they fade. Your heavy collar around my throat is naught but a symbol of what I am to you. I see the one that trembles in fear when you walk into a room, and yet she smiles at the same time. Her soul flies when she is at your feet and she can draw your strength from you.”
My eyes close, I lower my head to kiss his forearm before looking again at the mirror, into my own eyes. Hiding my face behind his arm, I speak one last time, tears welling. “I see… I see your beautiful beast, your piece of fuck meat. I see one who is nothing without you.”

He embraces me tightly, I swallow hard, fearful he will want me to continue. He moves around me, shielding me from the image, pulling me close. I nuzzle my head against his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist and he pats my hair. Long, heavy strokes, from the crown of my head to the nape of my neck.

“Good my pet, good. Yes, I will make you see yourself through my eyes one day. You will see all that I see, then, maybe then, you will understand why I am so harsh with you.”

© beast
Saturday 19th April 2008

Photograph © Edwards Photography.

With sincere thanks to Tommy Edwards for allowing me to use his work. Thank you, Sir. :)

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