Mirror Mantra
I stood in front of the mirror thinking, last time I wanted him to think I was pretty. Tonight, I want him to know I’m easy.
I exist to please. I exist to serve. I love to please. I love to serve.
I’d forgotten I owned this skirt. I was pretty sure when I bent over, men could tell what color my underwear was. And until a couple months ago, I thought I didn’t want that. So I’d tucked it away.
But tonight, here it is, stretched around the curve of my bottom and barely reaching mid thigh. And sure enough, when I lifted the hem – my burgundy silk. My favorites, the ones I wanted Him to see. To peel off me.
I exist to please. I exist to serve. I love to please. I love to serve.
Along with the highest heels I owned, that made me stand awkwardly tall and a little unbalanced… So I concentrated all my thoughts on walking and standing and very little on, like, talking about smart stuff… Which men don’t want to hear anyway…
I deserved a break. A break from thinking so much, from knowing so much. It was exhausting being the smartest woman at the office. But He… He could fix that…
I exist to please. I exist to serve. I love to please. I love to serve.
My hair was fluffed, and – I couldn’t help thinking of it – pullable. And the makeup – oh, the makeup! I’d never worn so much. The eyes, the cheeks, the lips so ruby red, the dusting of sparkles, everything said “I’m dumb” and “I’m easy” and “take me”… At least I hoped it did… I was a painted hussy…
I exist to please. I exist to serve. I love to please. I love to serve.
Finally ready, I lay down on the bed, propped up on pillows. I hiked up my short skirt and opened my laptop. I dove into the spiral Master had sent me, chanting. I gazed into the heart of the spiral and lost myself again, my mouth moving, my ears hearing the words as if from a faraway place, my brain taking in my programming as words directly from Master’s lips… which they were.
I exist to please. I exist to serve. I love to please. I love to serve.
After 15 minutes, I would allow myself to push my panties aside and stroke my dripping slit, to deepen my programming. After 30 minutes, I knew the spiral would be embedded in my vision, and I knew I could totter on my heels back to the mirror and watch myself. To see the spiral and my blank eyes at the same time. To edge, and moan my mantra, and watch myself melt my brain and my will. To mold myself for Him.
I exist to please. I exist to serve. I love to please. I love to serve.
Maybe tonight would be the night Master would come to collect me. Maybe not. It didn’t matter. The readiness was all.
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I wrote this a while ago when I was blogging under a different name. Thought I’d bring it back and share it with y’all here. Enjoy!
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