Watching myself

I sit on my bed across from the full length mirror on the wardrobe door. I part my legs and see my soft, pink labia reflected back at me.

I watch as I run my hands over my body, paying particular attention as I cup and caress and squeeze my boobs. I moan as I pinch my nipples. Does my face really look like that as I become aroused?

I guide a hand between my legs. A sigh escapes as I trace a finger between my lower lips. I watch as I spread my labia, revealing the opening to my cunt. Even now I can see my juices glistening as they begin to seep from me.

I see my grimace as I tease my clit. I notice how vulnerable I look as I bite my lip as I slowly slide one finger inside me. Is this what Mater C sees when He watches me? Is this what turns Him on so much?

A second finger feels so good as I pump and twist them inside me. My moisture coats their surface. I pull them from my cunt and lift them to my mouth. I savour the taste. How slutty I look. Do I look anything like this as I suck Master C’s cock? I hope that I do.

Feeling braver, I reach inside the bedside drawer for a toy; A long, sleek, stainless steel vibrator. It is cold to the touch but I know how good it feels on my clit.

I flick the switch, it buzzes into life, I guide it into place between my now swollen labia.

The first touch sends a jolt through me. My eyes open wide, I can see the hunger in my expression. I slowly move it around, teasing myself, all the time watching myself as I turn myself on.

I slide it inside me. It feels oh so good; cold brushed steel against the heat of my vagina. I marvel at how easily it fits inside me and how my hips begin to rock as it works its magic on me.

My need for release builds. I hold the tip to my clit. I watch my moisture trickle from my cunt as my clit responds to the vibrator’s caress.

My expression looks pained as my climax approaches. My mouth is wide open as I begin to moan.

I watch as my cunt contracts. I see the rippling tightening of my abdomen. Does my left leg always tremble like that when I’m about to come? Do my nipples always darken like that?

The pressure builds. I grip the sheets with my free hand. My knuckles whiten. My hips begin to buck.

“Fuck! Oh Fuck!” I cry as my orgasm erupts within me. I see my face, contorted with what looks like pain but what I know is pleasure, a face that Master C must see every time He makes me come.

I fall back on to the bed, unable to sit up any longer. The vibrator rips another intense orgasm from me before I let it slip from my fingers, to roll off the bed and land on the floor.

Eventually, I sit up; my face serene, my hair a disaster, the insides of my thighs covered with the essence of my sex.

A wonderful way to waste half an hour.