you are a reflection of Me

I enjoy having my subs write for Me and occasionally, I enjoy gifting them a writing in return. This was for a certain green eyed sub who enchanted me, but was never meant to be Mine.


THE WATER streamed down my body, spray droplets collecting on the glass, tinted blue with steam. The heat seeped into my body, relaxing my tired muscles after a long day. Bubbles from the soap collected at my toes before disappearing down the drain.

Through the glass, I could see your outline, blurred – naked, on your knees, humbly gazing at the floor, unmoving while you waited. As you heard the sound of the water stop flowing, I saw you look up – just for a second – before remembering yourself and dropping your gaze once again. You crawled over to the edge of the tub as I stepped out, offering a fluffy towel and gently rubbing the droplets from my skin. I caught you sneaking a peek at my body as you went along and I secretly laughed, knowing from the look in your eye and the momentary twitch of your cock, just how much you wanted me. I was pleased by your self-control.

While you rubbed the water from my body, I gently balanced myself with one hand on your shoulder – no matter how many lessons I’d given you, you still underestimated your own strength and I found myself wobbling gently as you moved up my body. Your skin was damp from the steam. Although I’d never tell you this, I loved to feel the strength and definition in your shoulders, your chest, your legs; to feel your breath gently across my tummy as I steady myself in front of you. I could feel your breath catch for a moment, as you drop your gaze lower and your desire for me almost takes over… but you are an obedient boy.

As you finished, I took your face in my hands and firmly tilted it up towards me. The tenderness with which I ran my fingers across your chin belies the roughness with which I usually treat you – using your body as I please, my own property, delighting in your reactions to the pain and the pleasure of my whims. I looked deep into your green eyes; your pupils dilated with… desire? Pleasure? Fear? Rubbing my fingertip gently across your luscious lips, it’s all I could do not to kiss you deeply, suck and lick you roughly while I watch you squirm not to touch yourself or me. In moments like those, I am honoured that you’ve given yourself to me, mind and body.

You followed me, crawling, into the bedroom, pausing in your usual place and becoming still again. Even though your gaze remained on the floor, I could feel you watching me, trying to anticipate my next move. I sat naked on the bed and looked at you for a long moment – your athletic body, folded neatly on the floor as I have trained you, your six foot frame reduced to a more diminutive size. I stood and stepped behind you, close, leaning in so my bare nipples tickled against your upper back. I scratched my fingernails into your shoulders, brushing the back of your neck where my collar has been fastened, leaving a path of angry red marks. Running my fingers down your chest, I found your nipples and toyed with them gently at first, then more roughly; forced them into your mouth to moisten my fingertips before returning to pinch your nipples harder. I saw a reaction cross your face – only for a moment – before you forced a neutral look again. I bit your shoulder while I reached further down, scratching welts across your hips and then stroking my cock, feeling it perk up under my touch – just a tiny twitch at first, then swelling. I heard you choke down a moan from the back of your throat and I gave my cock a smack.

I pushed you forward and you immediately rested your forehead on the floor with your ass raised in the air as you had been trained. I love the shape of your body in this position – broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist to curve again at your rounded ass. I ran my hands across your smooth back and cup your cheeks, lube up my small fingers and slipped in first one, then another. You seemed to have no trouble taking several, so I sent you crawling into the kitchen to get one of the thin ice plugs I’ve made to tighten you up at times like these. You returned, resumed the position and I slid the ice down your back, melting it a bit on your skin before sliding it in your ass. I saw you shiver, uncomfortable and struggling to remain still, while water leaked out and dripped down your legs, forming little puddles on the floor. I pulled you up from this prone position so I could look into your eyes and kissed you roughly, biting your lips, feeling your body tense as you tried not to squirm from the pain and cold.

Taking out a large butt plug, I spit on it, then squeezed your lips open with my fingers. I opened your mouth further, gently forcing my fingers into the back while you gagged from the intrusion. Spitting in your mouth, I forced the plug in to add your own spit to mine.

I pushed you forward again and worked the lubed plug into your ass. You moaned loader this time, unable to suppress it – your hole had tightened up considerably from the cold.

I pulled you against me again, tilting your chin backwards with my hand tight around your neck, resting the back of your head against my thighs and looked deep into your eyes. The mix of arousal and deep shame was obvious as you fought against your reaction — such a strong man would never want the world to see the things you love for me to do to you.

I left you there, eyes silently pleading, and sat on the bed, spreading my legs wide open. You tried to keep your gaze averted, but I saw it creep up to the sweet spot in between as your hunger took hold.

‘Do you want to touch me?’ I asked.

‘Yes Miss.’

My feet on your thighs was my reply and you took one gently in your hands, kissing the arch of my foot before sucking my toes. I could feel your slick, smooth tongue circling each one, while you massaged my ankles and then kissed your way up my legs slowly, resting each on your shoulders as you moved up. You rubbed your lips along the inside of my thighs, kissing, nibbling, fighting your own impatience. Your warm breath caressed my skin. As you got closer to my sweet spot, I leaned forward and wrapped my hand around your throat, kissing you again and tightening my grip until I saw that inevitable look of panic in your eyes, then releasing to hear you gasp. I slowly teased my tongue along your top and then bottom lip, leaving them glistening with my spit. Close, breathing in the familiar smell of you. Your eyes had glazed over.

‘Do you want to taste me?’ I whispered.

Your words caught in your throat as you croaked out an answer. I leaned in closer – ‘what was that?’

‘Yes,’ you whispered back.

I squeezed your neck tighter before pushing your face between my legs. Immediately, I could feel you nuzzle me open with your lips and tongue, gently licking, sucking. Moans escaped me easily and I stroked my cock again absent-mindedly. Your moans now echoed my own, breathing heavily into my wetness.

You wrapped your arms around my legs, cupping my ass and pulled me closer, your face buried, your mouth busy until my body bucked in your arms from my climax. Still for a moment, the warmth pulsed through my body.

‘Come up here.’

You obeyed, moving off the floor to kneel on the bed next to me. I climbed into your lap, pushed you onto your back, stretching first your arms overhead and fastening them into restraints, followed by your legs. You were laid out before me, spread wide, immobile and helpless. Your smooth skin, still looking too perfect, demanded that I scratch jagged patterns across your chest and the inside of your thighs. I pinched your nipples again hard, a wince of pain and pleasure crossing your face. I slid up your body until I was hovering just in front of your face; I could see you straining against your restraints to taste me again. I turned around, lowering myself to your face and tongue again. Reaching for my cock, I found that it didn’t need much preparation – you have always been my little slut, rough and ready for whatever I want – but stroked it anyway, spitting in my palm and circling its head smoothly. Wrapping a small rope around balls and tying it off, I wove the rest in a crossed pattern up my shaft. My cock strained against its restraints, just as the rest of your body did, helpless and mine.

Resting my compact body across your broad chest, your face still lost between my thighs, I spit on my cock, stroking the wet, smooth skin in between the tight x’s as it throbbed and twitched against the rope. Your body shifted underneath me, tormented by my touch, and I could feel the ripples through your muscles.

I turned around and I rolled a condom down my hard shaft, over the rope. Dripping wet, a mixture of my own juices and your saliva, I easily slid my thick cock inside me, now ribbed for my own pleasure while I know your sensitivity was severely limited. I rode my cock, feeling the ripples of pleasure through my body, my hand still tight around your throat. You watched me, unable to touch. I kissed your neck, tasting the salty flavour of your sweat; licking and biting your chest. Reaching between your legs, I toyed with the buttplug, sliding it in and out while I matched the rhythm, sliding up and down on my cock. Sensations built up in my body until they erupted, an implosion of pulses spreading throughout and I collapsed on you in a heap, still for what seemed like ages.

Returning to life, I unrolled the condom from your cock and begin to set you free from your restraints. Wrapped with huge pink Xs, my cock had been rubbed a little raw and glistened with hopeful pre-cum. I stroked it gently, checking that I hadn’t been a bad girl and broken my toy.

I curled up alongside you, chest to chest and pulled your face to mine by your collar. I tucked my tiny body against yours and felt you close around me.


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