See Yourself In All Your Splendor

As she lay in bed and pleasured herself, she began to long for something more while not truly knowing what that something more was. She’d been plenty satisfied time and time again by her hands, her toys, and yes, her lovers, but what did satisfaction mean anymore? Simply having an orgasm and then going on with life as if each and every one shouldn’t be more amazingly life changing than the one before? This wasn’t a way to live anymore. But….how could she make things better when she didn’t even know how to fix it? How do you satiate a yearning you don’t even know how to indulge?

To distract herself, she began speaking to a new mysterious man, believing that it would be a short lived affair. Especially since they met on a low key social media site. He kept nearly everything vague enough to intrigue her further and against her better judgment she began craving him more, especially as he firmly believed in not meeting anytime soon. She slowly slipped into fantasizing and dreaming about him. Every meeting in her sleep she knew it was him even as he remained faceless, just as he required in their real lives. Something about how her body yielded to him, how her skin reacted to his grazing touch in her dreams helped her find comfort in his secrecy while there with him. She easily convinced herself he felt “right.”

As they continued to share their lives with each other over time, she realized she’d disclosed information that could be compromising. Somehow certain details had slipped through the cracks he managed to cultivate by cunningly exploiting her vulnerabilities and her distaste for the lackluster that had plagued her waking moments over the past year of her life. She was tired of every little detail being so planned out and perfect. She was tired of the vapid men who moved on top of her, came, and then asked if it was good for her, like they really even cared. Worse, she was tired of pretending those men were what she wanted simply to save face for Mommy and Daddy’s social agendas. Always hearing them question why she was still single while her little sister was married off to the first man who could write the biggest check to their father. “Investment partners” as they called it, thick as thieves, drooling over themselves to a disgusting degree. It was beyond exhausting. She’d choked for far too long on the stifling disappointment of it all. So when she came to terms with him knowing this information, even though she still knew so little in return, she resigned herself with the risk. Something about that risk breathed new life into her lungs and it felt as though she was no longer choking.

Entertaining other men became a game for her and a comedic tale she’d share with her mystery man. He even offered harmless instruction and asked if she enjoyed being his little whore, his little puppet. He felt as if he was watching her all while he pulled the strings because she complied with his requests and made sure to share the clearest details possible. She’d tell him how quickly the men came like jr high boys fantasizing over teacher. She thought it sad really, how full of themselves they were, too blind to realize she stopped falling for their ploys to gain an extension of her father and a chance at his money the moment the first “hello” fell out of their mouths. She even told him how hard they’d try to satisfy her and after she’d grown bored she would fake another believable orgasm to get them to stop.

He admitted to her how his obsession with these exchanges between them had grown. How he couldn’t wait for more sordid stories of her fucking other men while also loathing them and the extreme effect it had on his own cock. He told her how pathetic she was to turn him on this way and she soaked up his degrading words like a long lost compliment she’d kill for. “You’re disgusted by them in every single way, and yet, you’ll let them open your legs and push their cocks inside you because I want you to. You’re pathetic, and it makes me want to show you what a good fuck is like, I bet you’ve never even had one.” Her cunt would moisten as his words enveloped her, forging their way into her mind and slowly coaxing out every single dark, dirty fantasy she had with him. She couldn’t help but ask when he would finally give her that which she wanted so desperately. He would always respond, “when I think you deserve it…” This time his response included more instructions for the next man she fucked and who it would be.

He chose Carter, the one she swore to never sleep with again. He was the son of a rival business partner of her father’s but not too rival they didn’t kiss each other’s asses when necessary or in an effort to guarantee more money for the both of them. It seemed as though Carter banked on the idea his dad would leave him the company and his entire fortune as long as he didn’t make a fool of him with his drinking, drugs, and party bimbos, or at least these were the rumors she’d heard, a potential fabrication of who he was altogether. She was the type of woman he was expected to be with eventually and he was someone her parents swooned over.

Circles were small for them, even if you despise one another, the closeness of the rich felt like a noose around your neck. So, she wasn’t terribly surprised when she heard through the grapevine how he planned to take her on a “test drive.” Ultimately, however, she didn’t put much stock in whether he actually said it or not since these circles couldn’t be trusted. Initially, she wanted to decline but obliged his offer at dinner and drinks. She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt as she didn’t know much about him beyond her opinion and perhaps he could surprise her. If that didn’t work out, she could still play her game with mystery man. She of course thought it would be the only time and the award winner of her stories.

So when her mysterious man said Carter’s name, it rolled off his tongue like a toxic plague. She was stopped in her tracks and questioned him multiple times. He cut her questions short and replied with “Do what I ask…..do you understand?” This time she wasn’t sure….she recalled the night she spent with Carter or the “test drive” so to speak. It was only about a minute in when things got sexual that she decided it was a “fake it” kind of night. She could barely fight back the feelings of disgust over allowing herself to be with him, her opinion of him continuously infiltrating her thoughts every second of the encounter. She realized those ideas and images of him did not really allow her to give him a true chance but decided it really didn’t matter as everything she thought she knew had the potential to be true.
After things were said and done, she had heard about him bragging to his friends and the girls in the circle who already hated her cast looks that could drag anyone into hell. What did she care….so she agreed to fuck him again. “There’s something else, no stopping until you cum. There will be no faking it with him. Do you understand?” Her mouth dropped open and she stared off into space for several minutes and then just shook her head, forgetting she was on the phone with him. He asked plainly but sternly once more, “Do you understand?” She said yes and set out to make the arrangements.

She met with Carter once more and he seemed a million times more smug than the last. She thought to herself how he must think he’s God’s gift to women and here I am appearing to “drool” over him. Swept up in her swirling thoughts, she began repeating to herself “I’m doing this for him” in an effort to settle her stomach and the bad taste in her mouth for what the night would bring. She noticed how he was rushing through things to get to what he really wanted and that was to bed her again. She played along to get the night over with. As they finished dinner and drinks he complimented her outfit and told her he couldn’t wait to get it off of her. She blushed as she imagined her mystery man saying it instead. “Let’s do it now, I want you to fuck me Carter, I want you to make me cum.” He looked at her, smiled, and agreed it would be better than what they were currently doing. He grabbed her hand and they made their way to his loft apartment close by after closing out their check.
Carter ushered her up to the 4th floor suite, into his apartment, and he shut the door behind them, locking it slowly and building anticipation. As he turned toward her his face completely changed, he had a dark smoldering feel in his eyes and he grabbed her forcefully, kissing her mouth, forcing her lips open with his tongue. He shifted down her neck and onto her upper chest that was slightly revealed by her buttoned blouse. He ripped it away from her body and pressed her against the wall, continuing across her chest biting her clavicle and squeezing her barely covered breasts. “Jesus, you know how to speak directly to a man’s cock through his desires and how to dress for him too. Let’s see about the bottom half.” He turned her around pushing her into the wall again and kissing her back, biting her shoulder. He unzipped her pencil skirt and pulled it down her legs as it hugged her curves to reveal a black lace thong matching her half cup bra. He grabbed her hair with a firm grip at the base of her neck and pulled her to his body causing her back to arch and her ass cheeks to become very closely acquainted to his hardening cock. He smacked her ass and squeezed, forcing her to experience the sting much longer.

He remained fully clothed, walked her over to a full length mirror, and held her arms behind her back making sure her hands rested on his manhood. He released her breasts from the half cups that almost didn’t cover them to begin with and started tugging at her nipples and providing stimulation she didn’t realize how much she needed. He felt them harden like pebbles between his fingers. As he trailed his hands down her body her skin responded with goosebumps and her fine, blonde body hair stood on edge. He caressed her pussy through the sheer material of the thong and could tell she was aroused. “Hmmm, you seem to be enjoying yourself more than last time, you’re definitely wetter. I wonder why that is.” She stared back at him in the mirror and blushed once more. He pulled her panties to the side and discovered her swollen clit, drew out some of her wetness and began massaging her little bud of pleasure. Her body instantly slackened in his arms and she quickly closed her eyes as small moans made their way from between her lips. “No, look at yourself. Do not close your eyes again. You will watch yourself cum for me.” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Who was this man who was speaking to her this way, because the Carter she slept with before had been replaced.

Her body continued to relax and mold to his and as she watched herself in the mirror she witnessed her transformation even by small measures. Her chest rose and fell quicker and turned a bright pink. She could feel herself burning from inside out in the most wonderful way. She watched as the shape of her own mouth changed over and over again. It would grow wide as the pleasure grew and then she would bite her lower lip for leverage as sensations crashed over her like waves. She noticed her own eyes as well, how they’d appear fiery like she were a queen that owned the world or how they would become needy and wanting, nearly begging. She felt as though she were watching a completely different woman. Her eyes met his once again and the fire that burned behind them before had grown into a much larger flame. He smirked at her with a devilish grin and sank his pointer and middle fingers into her so quick and intentional she nearly lost her balance. He was going to make due on her request at dinner and he was going to ensure it was good. She gasped for air as he did this ever so slightly again and again in a pattern she couldn’t quite track, he wanted to keep her on her toes, literally.

His fingers felt like heaven but when he brought his thumb against her clit and massaged it once more she thought she’d found nirvana. She was working extremely hard at meeting his demands because no one had ever made her watch herself before. With every motion his hand made, she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Her breathing was uneven and she felt light headed. Her eyes darted back and forth between these two people reflected back at her and she watched as he leaned down to kiss her shoulder. For the first time she felt every single second of his kiss. She noticed his stubble and the way it brushed over her skin so coarsely, a new sensation she didn’t want to stop. It was like he was a drug and each stimulating touch was distorted for the better. He knew she was close and performed each stroke and massaging circle with more intent than the one before. He brought his mouth close to her ear and in a rugged tone told her how much he wanted to see her cum for him and reminded her it was what she asked for. He softly bit her earlobe and growled across her neck pushing his fingers into her cunt harder, making sure to hit her g spot he knew he’d found earlier.

“Look at yourself, look at how desperate you are to cum, watch how needy you’ve become, riding my hand as it if were giving you life.” She forced herself to keep her eyes open and her mouth opened up as her hips bucked back and forth. She allowed herself to finally give in and experienced the strongest orgasm she could recall for quite some time. She locked eyes with him once more and couldn’t control the moans. She blushed and orgasmed again as he didn’t stop fucking her with his fingers and the interesting feelings of embarrassment and desire washed over her mind mingling together. She felt her orgasm spill out onto her legs and lost her balance, falling into his chest and body once more. His hand slowing but still providing torturous pleasure. He whispered in her ear how proud of her he was. “Did you enjoy seeing yourself in all your splendor? Because I did. I enjoyed seeing my little puppet cum for me.”

Her eyes darted to his and she instantly realized Carter wasn’t just Carter anymore. He stared back at her and his grin was more wicked than before.

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