Tristan liked having a mirror behind his desk. He streamed games on twitch with his camera on, and it allowed him to constantly keep an eye on his facial expressions, and the way he was presenting himself. It was a useful tool, and Tristan hoped it improved the quality of his streams.
Tristan had finished streaming half an hour ago. It had been a better night then normal, thirty viewers when he usually could only scrape up eight or ten. He wasn’t sure how to feel about them, they seemed…off. Very interested in Tristans appearance, and not much interest in the game he was playing.
They wanted the camera feed of his face to be in a bigger window. They talked about his tight shirt, how it hugged his slim body. It got to the point that Tristan ended the stream early, even with all the money he had been getting in donations.
Tristan then decided to browse the internet for awhile, until seeing a few scantily clad models on Twitter caused arousal to be his main focus. He was scrolling through the second page of the redhead genre on xvideos, when he looked up at the mirror for just a moment.
Tristan did a double take. He had red lipstick on. Quickly he touched his lips, and saw some of it come off onto his finger tips. What the hell? Tristan quickly left his desk and washed it off in the sink. He shook his head after sitting down. He decided to not think anything of it, as it confused him more then worried.
Tristan continued to browse xvideos, but movement out of the corner of his eye made him look up again. He stood up quickly in surprise and backed away from his desk.
The red lipstick was back. Not only that, his eyelashes were longer, and darker. Somehow he was wearing mascara.
Now Tristan was scared. As he ran to the bathroom, be thought he heard laughter. He washed his face off again until all traces of makeup were gone. He went back to his chair and turned off the computer. He sat down in the chair, wanting to relax for a moment.
The room flickered.
Tristan jumped up in surprise. On the chair was a gigantic dildo, dripping in lube. As Tristan put a hand on his ass, he looked back in the mirror and gasped as what he saw.
The person in the mirror wasn’t him. It couldn’t have been him. They were wearing a skirt, a light purple crop top, and makeup. Their skin was smooth and pale, hairless all across their arms and legs. And most of all, their dick was rock hard under the skirt, and lube was dripping from their ass.
Tristan started breathing heavily. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, the image of himself made him so horny. The person in the mirror wasn’t a man. They were a toy. An object. Something that acted only for the pleasure of others.
The arousal was making Tristan lightheaded. Without thinking he went to sit back down on the chair. The dildo slipped right into his ass, and his mouth made a silent “o” for a few seconds. A soft moan escaped his lips, and his eyes rolled up. His eyes moved back to the mirror, and he saw himself melting in pleasure.
The mirror image smiled, and began stroking his dick. They began bouncing their ass on the dildo, moaning and gasping. Tristan couldn’t look away, his body acting in accordance with the mirror. It was memorizing. The red lips meant for cock. The soft slim thighs, flexing as they pushed their ass up and down on the dildo. The hands going behind their head, posing for Tristan, humiliating themselves further by sticking their tongue out.
If Tristan had been in a normal state of mind, he would have noticed the thousands of viewers watching the show through his Webcam. All of their donations going to his master. All Tristan knew was that the person in the mirror was beautiful, cute, sexy, and he wanted to do everything they did.
The pleasure reached its climax, and the person in the mirror slammed their ass onto the dildo a final time. Their hips and legs shook, and a moan came from seep within their throat as cum rocketed out of their dick. Tristan felt like his entire body was alive with pleasure, his cum covering his stomach and legs, dripling off the chair and onto the floor.
Tristan collapsed into the chair, and heard cheers from the computer. Before he could question it, a snap of his master fingers cleared his mind. Tristan would be back in a week, ready to perform again and earn money for his loving master.
*End*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oushqo/man_in_the_mirror_a_short_story