Before work I want you to do something for me — I want you…to take off all of your clothes…and tell me, in that moment, how you feel standing there…
Her Master’s text played like a voice on repeat in her mind as she stood before the mirror. Her honeyed hair was a mess, her eyes were still sticky with sleep. She needed a shower…but excitement was bubbling in her chest, coursing through her veins upon reading this message.
Admittedly her mind initially wrestled with this, with the fatigue in her bones. It had been a long day previous and she hadn’t had enough sleep – she wanted to stay in bed, wanted to sleep for days.
But something about this text turned her on.
She let out a shaky breath, grabbed her oversized red plaid pj shirt and pulled it over and off. Without looking up at her reflection, she slipped out of her matching red pants and kicked them aside with her pale legs.
Hm. She wrote back to her Master, looking herself over.
What?
Well, I mean…
She paused to consider this. A nude woman looked back at her. A submissive slave.
She knew this deep in her heart just by looking at her.
Honeyed hair draped over her shoulder, the curls of which ran down over her piercing grey eyes.
She’s cute.
Yeah?
The corner of the woman’s lips curved into a half-smile. Her cheeks turned red at this.
She does have a pretty smile.
She certainly does, at that. I would love to ruffle her hair.
The woman in the mirror blushed further.
Oh, she’s pretty when she blushes.
Mm? So say that to her.
There was a click in her throat.
‘Hey, uh, so - I think you’re gorgeous.’
The slave in the mirror smiled wide.
Her heart began to race.
Cool morning air tickled her nipples.
What else do you like about her?
She thought.
The woman in the mirror pondered.
I like her eyes. They’re a cute colour.
Omg – and she has the cutest smile.
The best.
She just has such a lovely smile..
Mhm, she is very beautiful.
Her fingers hovered above her phone.
Before she realised what she was doing, her hand was creeping up to her nipples, pinching them softly and rolling them between her finger and her thumb.
Her tits were bigger.
Had grown a cup size recently.
Words popped right into her mind uninvited – plump.
Somewhat triangular in shape.
But…
She scooped up her tits with her hand and squeezed gently.
…so much fun to play with.
The slave reddened by the minute.
And she felt compelled to write to her Master-
She has these cute little pink nipples.
She does, does she?
Yep!
She looked down, the slave in the mirror looked down with her. Down her stomach.
She has a few belly folds.
Everything about her is gorgeous.
She looked at the slave’s creamy pale thighs.
Marking the edges of her hips and forking across her stomach were…
She has stretch marks. I like them though. They’re fun to trace.
Yeah?
They’re like battle scars! I took on a werewolf and I might’ve got turned but don’t worry, I tracked down the head wolf and reversed the curse!
She IS a complete badass.
The slave in the mirror turned.
Laid eyes on her ass and giggled
I like her ass. It’s cute.
Very cute.
Very slap-able.
Do you think this slave would mind if we slapped it?
The slave moved like lightning.
The crack of skin on skin echoed in the bathroom.
And she could feel it…pulsating almost. A tiny bit of pain there. It was turning her on.
Did the rest of the house, her roommates across the hallway, hear it? It made her excited. Nervous, but excited.
Did she smack her ass?
Mhm!
And she enjoyed it?
I think it’s turning her on.
Good! You know…we haven’t given her a name yet. That could be fun?
The slave in the mirror seemed to agree. Her grin widened, flashing her teeth.
What would we call her?
Let’s see. She’s fierce. Cute.
She’s devious.
Oh, she definitely is.
But sweet.
That as well.
Little monster?
No, she’s too cute for that.
Star? Shining bright?
The slave scrunched up her nose. Too corny.
She agreed.
What about leopard?
Her heart fluttered. The slave’s eyes went wide. Her smile went just as wide. That was perfect.
Leopard. Fitting.
She felt light as a feather, as the saying went. Weightless. Free. Primal.
She wanted to fuck…more than ever. Wanted to bring out her vibe and…strangely wanted to watch the slave in the mirror play with herself.
But she had to get to work.
Sigh. And now I need to get ready for work! I love you, Master. She wrote.
I love you too, leopard! Have a most beautiful day!
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I am my harshest critic and undergo an imposter syndrome moment with everything I write. This one came to my mind like a flash of lightning. There was something raw about it. Beautiful. Human. It felt like a snapshot into a moment, pure and spontaneous and lovely. And so I hope you enjoy it as much as I have writing it.
