We were in the hotel room and you made the spreader bar frame up on the floor in front of the mirror. You placed the firm bolster cushion, that had formed the arm of the sofa, into the middle of the frame. You looked up and said "Must make sure my baby's comfortable because this is where she's gonna be all afternoon". Didn't like the sound of that, was worried about my knees and back aching and about needing the loo. You told me to get over the bolster and you cuffed my wrists and ankles to the corners.
You stroked my hair and asked me if I was comfortable and I wriggled into a comfortable position and said yes. You kept stroking my hair until it was all in the palm of your hand and you suddenly pulled it back, pulling my head right up. You kissed me hard but didn't let go of my hair. Kissing felt good. When you stopped kissing me you took a piece of rope from your pocket and tied my hair into a pony tail and then tied it tightly to my collar. My head was pulled right up and I couldn't move it much. You said it would keep my hair out of the way. You told me to look in the mirror.
You leant to my ear and pulled against my collar and said quietly that I couldn't look away from the mirror now and that if I even closed my eyes I would live to regret it. You stroked your hand over my back and my arse and said how lovely it looked and how it was going to be a shame to mark it. Then you slapped my arse hard and said "nah, I'm going to really enjoy watching it mark".
You walked over to the dresser. I tried to watch you but didn't have enough movement in my neck. I could hear you rummaging. You put something on the bed, more than one thing, I heard them touch each other as they fell. Then in the space between me and the mirror wall you started to place some toys, the cats, the canes, the paddles, the scratcher thing, the tawses. All neatly in a row. I remember wondering if you intended to use them in the order that they were lined up in.
Then you knelt in front of me, stroked my face and asked me if I loved Master and I said yes. You kissed me and licked my cheek. You asked me if I remembered giving away my consent and safeword to you. You stood up and I could see the gag in your hands. You started to put the gag on me but then stopped and took it away from my mouth. You said " You do trust Master don't you?" and as I was saying yes you pushed the gag into my mouth and fastened it tightly saying that we didn't want to disturb the neighbours. You said that, one day, we'd do this all over again but without the gag, so you could hear me scream, but that today you will make do with watching my face in the mirror.
You walked out of my view but in the mirror I could see you picking something up from the bed. You moved behind me. I couldn't see what you were doing because my body blocked the view in the mirror. You threw something back onto the bed and moved your hand across my arse. Something felt very cold, I knew it was lube, then you held the butt plug up and smiled. You pushed with it and I tried moving my body forward away from it but you slapped my arse hard and barked at me to push back. You just screwed the thing into me. I bit hard on the gag. I was already crying and you hadn't even really started. The plug felt very, very uncomfortable.
You stood in front of me and crouched down, ran your finger along the moistness at the edge of my eye, smiled and kissed my forehead. You said "Today I'm going to watch you bleed, it might take a while but there's no rush …" you walked behind me and jiggled the butt plug and said " ... and then I'm going to fuck that arse so hard…"
Then you picked up a cat and began whipping me across the back, it felt bad, no warm up, and I was wondering what I had done wrong to make you want to do this to me. I could see you in the mirror, stood astride my legs, hitting in a figure of eight. Sometimes you looked in the mirror to see my face and just winked at me or smiled. You'd touch my skin like you were examining it. "ages to go yet". You whipped and you caned on and on. I was crying so much I thought I would choke. My nose running and my spit thick at the back of my throat. I thought I would suffocate. I looked at you in the mirror hoping that the panic in my eyes would make you stop but you smiled and said "Don't worry princess, you'll live".
I tried counting patterns on the wallpaper near the mirror, tried reciting nursery rhymes in my head. I almost felt grateful when you used the paddle because it took the sting out of things. The pain on my back and arse was unbearable but I couldn't do anything to stop it until it came to a point were it stopped itself, like going through a pain barrier. I must have relaxed because you stopped too and lit a cigarette and I thought, hoped, that maybe this was the end of things.
You sat on the bed and put your feet up on my back like I was a stool. You said "well that's the warm up over". At some point you had taken your clothes off but I hadn't seen you do it. You finished your cigarette and wandered over to the toys in front of me and picked up the scratchy thing. You ran your fingers over the points and said "No that's too easy, we want to split those welts and strip that back don't we darling?" I didn't realise it was an actual question to me until you slapped my face hard and asked me again. The slap was a bad one because my head couldn't move with the flow of it. I said "yes" but the gag muffled it into a grunt.
And then you started all over again and each time your fingers ran over my skin I was searching in the mirror to see blood on them hoping you would stop once the blood came. But the blood never seemed to come. You called me a tough bitch. You said that I had better start bleeding soon or you'd get angry… and I really, really wanted to bleed and end this.
When the first trace of blood finally came you said "good girl" and asked me if I was feeling sore. I made some noise. It seemed like I had been feeling sore for hours, I was beyond sore. You carried on whipping. You said it was all opening up nicely. I could feel my back, cold and wet. I remember wondering about how I would manage to clean the blood off the toys afterwards.
Then you stopped hitting me. I focussed on you in the mirror, You were stood over me, looking at my back, and holding your penis.and smiling. You reached down to my arse. You barked "Mirror!!" and I looked at your face in the mirror. You just yanked the plug out of me. You eyes never left mine. You smiled. Then you positioned yourself behind me, still watching my eyes, spread my cheeks with you hands and I felt your cock against the hole, and you gripped my hips and just pushed yourself into me, deep and hard, and fucked me till you came.