The Room of Mirrors (Invitation Only)

[DarkWarrioress]

It was made to blend in with the wood paneling of the Study of the Mansion. The difference was barely noticeable. A panel, that if one looked closely, didn't quite look like all the others. Pressure upon the special panel, in a certain place and it would spring open, revealing a room of mirrors. Each mirror in perfect alignment with the one next to it. Except for a large bay window and a comfy looking seat beneath it on the opposite wall, the high vaulted ceiling with thick wooden beams running the length of the room and the thick, push, carpet beneath one's feet or the fireplace on the adjacent wall from the bay window, the room, every spare inch of wall space, was covered with a full length mirror.

The room’s décor, aside from the mirrors, gave little away as to its purpose. Pillows of all sizes and shapes were piled in various places around the room, including the window seat, making it a comfy cozy place to sit. There was a trunk, like the ones in the cellar, placed not far from the fireplace.

What was the purpose of this room? The answer was simple really. The mirrors were portals. Stepping through any of them would take a person to any room in the mansion. Then there was the other mirror. Different from the rest. Ornate, antique looking. It stood in a corner on its own legs. Where would this mirror lead to? Outside the mansion. It could take you to the Labyrinth or anyplace else one wished to go. It could also port one through time, to lands far or near. Even to places only found in the imagination.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

It had been a busy, but quiet morning. He needed a break. He closed the lid on his laptop putting it to sleep, stood up from his chair, moved away from the desk and applied pressure upon the special panel, standing close to it. Then, he closed his eyes.

His feet could feel the difference in the softness of the floor. It was the carpet. When he opened his eyes, he could immediately see himself as the reflections stared at him from all around. He noticed the decor. It was perfect. It was also a room by itself, even though there were portals that would transport an entity into different worlds. He noticed the trunk lying near the fireplace and grinned. He walked towards one of the mirrors that covered the walls and simply stepped through it.

This was where it had all begun. Sort of. He found himself back in the same place that had fascinated him when he had initially started visiting the Mansion. His eyes fell upon all the various toy and implements that either hung on the walls, or were overflowing from the open trunks below. Walking towards the large winged back chair, he took a seat. Snapping of fingers switched on one of the lights next to him as he started reading today's news on his tablet, glancing towards the implements once in a while, as ideas started to form in his mind, distracting him. This was not a place to be reading of studying in. But he was simply killing time. Waiting. It was quiet and peaceful down here. At least for the moment.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She was standing in the bedroom walk-in closet, wondering what to wear, her fingers idly playing with the small bell attached to the delicate looking loop in the equally delicate collar she now wore. Pausing in her contemplation, a feeling came over her. She hurriedly dressed, not wanting to keep Him waiting one moment more than she had to. Glancing in the bedroom mirror, she wondered about her hair and then decided. Her hairbrush combed through her hair before she pinned it up at the back of her head. It was probably going to come down anyway. He enjoyed grabbing her hair as much as she enjoyed having it grabbed. Small tendrils of red had escaped confinement, making her look vulnerable. Turning her head from side to side, she thought she looked presentable. Small studs of emerald and diamonds graced her ears. She hoped her chosen outfit pleased. He had chosen the color after all.

She paused only long enough to find some heels to complete the outfit before she headed for the study where she pressed upon the panel. The door sprung open at her touch. Stepping into the room of mirrors, it closed behind her. Which one? Her eyes wandered over each mirror and she felt a strong pull toward one. Moving toward it, she didn't even pause as she passed through to the Cellar room.

He was there, waiting for her. Stepping into the room she quietly spoke.

"Sir?"

The gold around her neck was offset by her choice of dress and other than the earrings in her ears, the collar was the only other adornment she wore.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The tinkling of the bell made him look up from the small screen and smile. Even before she spoke, he knew she had arrived. She hadn't kept him waiting long. As his kitten stepped forward from the darkness into the light, looking for Him, he placed the device that was in his hand aside and grinned at her. Beautiful. From head to toe. His kitten. Dressed in black. His eyes traversed the length of her body beginning at the heels and going all the way to her neck, where they stopped. The gold collar on her neck suited her perfectly. He could see it clearly with her hair tied back over her head. Her ears sparkled as the jewels dangled from them. Then his eyes met hers.

"Come to Me, My dear pet. I have been waiting for you." He leaned back in the chair and uncrossed his legs, resting his hands on the arms.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She moved across the floor toward Him then paused, remembering with a smile, a lesson so recently learned, "Where do you want me, Sir?"

Her eyes watched him steadily. She couldn't get her fill of Him. She always thirsted for more. She loved the way they were, all things to the other. He could be Master or Pet. She could be Mistress or kitten.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He watched her every movement as the heels clicked on the floor, approaching Him slowly before she hesitated for a moment and smiled.

"Right here, my darling." He was looking directly at her, while patting His lap. He wanted to feel His kitten close to Him. Not on the floor. Not kneeling, standing, bending somewhere. That would come later.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She continued her walk to the chair where he sat. Her eyes never left his face. She could see in his eyes the appreciation of how she was dressed. She was pleased. Sliding her bottom onto his lap, she wiggled closer, her arm slipping around his waist as she did so. She tipped her head back against his shoulder, kissing his jaw.

"Why are we down here, Sir?"

 

[Mav Unlimited]

His arm went around her waist, pulling her closer onto his lap as she wiggled her luscious bottom onto his thighs. He smiled as her lips touched his jaw. He brought his other hand under her chin before his fingers found the shiny metal that adorned her neck, feeling it idly, his eyes gazing up into hers. As he heard her question, he leaned closer to her ear and whispered before nibbling on the soft flesh there. His hand left her waist and slowly slid upwards, fingers trailing along the spine.

"Why do you think, pet?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Damn him and his whispers. He always made a shiver slide throughout her body when he did that and well he knew it. She was ever so aware of his fingers on her spine, trailing upwards, over lace, delicate material and her bare skin.

Her eyes held a devilish light, a teasing one as she looked into his eyes.

"With you, Sir... anything is possible. How may I serve you?"

 

[Mav Unlimited]

His hand slid all the way up to her neck before it briefly touched the metal encasing it. His palm slid against one side of her neck, fingers stretched towards the ear as they stroked her skin gently. His other hand moved away from the collar as his fingers trailed down her chest, barely touching her skin. Continuing, he felt the soft black fabric that covered her breasts, fingers brushing over it before they moved away only to land on her stocking covered leg. His hand glided up the material. So sensuous. As he felt his fingers reaching to the top of the stocking where it met the garter belt, he squeezed her thigh gently before proceeding to feel her naked flesh, stopping there.

"You will be serving Me in many different ways, my love. But for now, I want you to get off my lap."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She almost missed his words. She was momentarily focused on the sensations he was invoking in her. She was acutely aware of his fingers on her skin or the fabric that encased her body. As his fingers brushed over her breasts, she felt them tighten and felt her nipples respond by forming hard, tight buds that ached for his touch. As they moved away, she gave a soft wispy moan of protest. She shifted, partly leaning against his chest as she continued to sit in his lap, his hand moving up her stocking covered leg. She wanted to squirm but refrained. His fingers stopped tantalizingly at the top of her stocking, a squeeze of her thigh flesh before they moved to bare skin, stopping, teasing her. She could feel the throb of need start to pulse at the juncture of her thighs.

"You will be serving Me in many different ways, my love. But for now, I want you to get off my lap."

Reluctantly, she slid from his lap. Standing in front of him, her legs slightly parted, her hands resting, clasped at the small of her back. This was just the beginning.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He was aware of the reactions his touch was causing in her. It pleased him. The soft, delicious sounds that escaped her mouth made him smile and aroused him at the same time. Her arousal was not hidden from him either as she moaned softly and leaned against his chest, covered only by the thin fabric of his dress shirt. As she slid from his lap and stood before him, he studied her for a moment before getting up from the chair.

Pulling out the delicate golden chain, he attached one of it's ends to the loop on her collar, while the other end stayed fixed to the soft leather leash he was holding. He looked into her eyes, smiled, and then walked around to her back. His other hand reached up to grab her hair that was pinned up at the back. Gently he let it down before shaking it a bit, removing the pin that was holding it together and let it cascade down to her shoulders. He then stepped very close to her from behind, his fingers grabbing a bunch of the red tresses, yanking her head back. He leaned down a bit as her cheek slid against his. Then his teeth dug into the side of her neck before she heard a a soft growl in her ear, "I change my mind. I want you on your knees. Now." Saying that, he released the grip on her hair, firmly holding the leash in the other hand.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her eyes watched as he attached the catch to the loop in her collar. She had lifted her chin slightly as he fastened it. She didn't turn her head however, as he walked behind her. She stood quietly as she felt him take the pins from her hair, ruffling it as it fell to her shoulders. Her head was jerked back with a gentle firmness as his teeth found her skin, marking his female as His Own. The rough, emotional growl resounding in her ear from behind, made her go weak in the knees. The moment he set her hair free, she lowered herself to her knees.

"As My Sir commands." Her voice was barely above a husky whisper.

At least she didn't have to worry about her knees giving out and falling to them anyway.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He smiled as she dropped to her knees at his command. Walking slowly to her left, his hand immediately went to her head and caressed it gently for a few seconds. Such an obedient little cat she was. His eyes turned dark suddenly. He thought for a moment. Then his fingers gripped the leash tightly and tugged on the now extended chain a bit, gazing down at His pet.

"Follow me, kitten."

He then took a step forward, dragging her with him towards the implements that by now, both of them were very familiar with. As they covered the short distance from the chair to the cross, he glanced back only once to admire how beautiful His kitten looked, crawling on the floor behind him. Her delicate knees brushing against the harsh, cold dungeon floor, trying to keep up with her Master. He stopped in front of the St. Andrew's Cross and turned to look down at her once again, yanking the chain slightly harder this time to make her stop and look up at him.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Thankfully, the passage from where she first knelt to where he was headed, would be a short one. Her knees wouldn’t bruise or bleed nor would her stockings tear. She wasn’t worried about either. If her knees bruised or bled, He would care for them with gentle hands. If her stockings tore, well, when they next visited the shops in town, he would buy her more, allowing her to pick out whatever took her fancy. She shopped not only with her desires in mind, but his enjoyment as well. He was always telling her that she had class and impeccable taste.

Her eyes followed the golden chain from her neck to his hand. It was a symbol of the link between them. The bond that had held through skeptics and anger until no one cared anymore and left them to themselves, in peace.

The harder jerk on the chain brought her to a stop as she glanced up, coming out of her reverie. The Cross. She took a breath and looked up at him, waiting.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He noticed her eyes following the golden link between them before glancing at the Cross and then looking up at him. He eyed her for a moment, admiring her beauty. She looked so pretty in the outfit she had chosen for him. Even prettier on her knees. But he did not have plans to keep her there for too long. Not tonight. The Cross was waiting for her. Besides, her knees were not exactly the part of her body he wanted to bruise right now.

"You may stand up, kitten."

His voice was soft and direct. He released his firm grip on the chain and stepped closer to her even as she was getting up on her feet. His hand extended towards her neck.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She studied him a moment longer without following his command, trying to ascertain his mood. Her tongue peeked out from between her lips, wetting them. They had suddenly gone dry. She still remembered the last time he took the whip to her back. Was his mood tonight just as needful?

She came to her feet, lifting her chin as his hand extended toward her neck. Was he going to remove the leash or was there something else he was reaching for? She was sure she would know in a moment. At the same time, she wondered what he was going to use on her tonight. Most things she endured well, though the cane, less than the others.

Her eyes sought his and held. A question perhaps in hers, in light of what she had been thinking.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He saw the expression on her face as she studied him longer than he had expected her to. He raised an eyebrow and then chuckled as her tongue peeked out from between her lips. Was she going to disobey him? He hoped not. He wasn't in the mood to be played with. He needed her to stand up right that instant so that he could beat her with the toy of her choice.

As she came to her feet, his hand grasped her neck first, grabbing it lightly, without much pressure, as he gazed down into her eyes. A soft growl was heard. As their eyes held, he saw the question mark on her face and smiled. His fingers left her neck and grabbed the end of the chain to remove it from the collar loop. He turned his head towards the wall where the toys were hanging, below which was a trunk filled with them as well. Looking back into her eyes, as his hand left her neck and slid down to her breasts, his palm resting against the hardened nipple that was pushing against the lacy fabric of her corset, he took the taut bud between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed it hard before letting it go.

"Pick one. Your choice. Bring it back to me and go position yourself against the Cross."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His growl was a warning. She knew when she could get away with taunting him and when she shouldn’t. Sometimes however, she pushed her luck. Not now. Her eyes left his, roaming around the room. She hated it when he made her choose. She had no choice. His command, hers to follow. Moving away from him she went to the closest wall, her fingertips brushing over the various things hanging there. She chose a quirt. Taking it from the wall, she brought it over to him.

“Front or back, Sir?” Her question was soft, reverent and held a hint of trepidation.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He took the quirt from her hands, his eyes never leaving her the entire time she walked towards the wall and brought the whip back to him. He had watched as she had gracefully walked in the heels and had admired the rear view. Oh how delicious it had looked from where he stood. And how he was going to punish it tonight. Or maybe he would just whip her breasts instead? He had licked his lips just before she had turned back and walked towards him.

He reached a hand and lifted her chin, looking directly into her eyes. He ignored her question and spoke. "I want you to undress for me. The heels and stockings stay. So does the collar. But of course, you know that, Hm?" His hand left hers as he stood there patiently. He was in no hurry.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She nodded, then replied in words, realizing that she had not been verbal.

“Yes, Master.”

She kept her eyes on His as her hands reached up just below her shoulders, her thumbs sliding under the straps of the lingerie she wore, pushing them off her shoulders. The bustier puddled at her waist as her fingers found and undid the garters. The front ones were easier than the ones in back. Finally the stockings were released from their confinement and she was able to remove the lingerie easily by pulling it over her head. She dropped it at her feet before her fingers hooked into the tiny pair of panties she was wearing. Stepping out of her heels for a moment, her eyes left his while she slid them down over her legs, removing them and let them join her lingerie on the ground. Hurriedly, she stepped back into her heels, once more finding his eyes with her own. All that remained on her was his gift to her, her stockings and heels.

She stood up straight and tall. Her nipples jutting out like two hard pebbles as her hands returned to the small of her back.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

His face was undisturbed as she watched him, while slowly removing the lingerie she wore. He continued to watch her, gazing directly into her eyes until the bustier came off, revealing her smooth, creamy breasts, the nipples erect, displaying her arousal. His eyes went back to hers as her fingers started to undo the garters, before dropping towards her waist and her belly button and moving all the way up to her face once again as she pulled the lingerie over her head, her breasts brushing and jumping briefly against the bustier before settling, her hair as always flowing down just after being entangled in the black fabric for a moment.

As the clothes dropped to the floor and her fingers slid her panties down all the way to her ankles before she stepped out of them, he slowly started moving in a semi-circle, walking around her, towards her back. Watching her stepping back into the heels quickly made him grin. He stopped after walking around ninety degrees before returning to his position as she stood up tall and found his eyes staring back at her. He took a step forward as his hand reached between her legs to cup her sex gently. His mouth leaned forward and blew warm air against her neck and then her ear. "Back." He whispered.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her chest rose and fell evenly….until. It was the one step forward, his hand sliding between her slightly spread thighs to cup her as his lips blew a fragile warm breath across her neck to her ear, but it was the whisper that made her quiver and moisten his hand, there, between her thighs.

Her eyes slammed closed a moment, steeling her will. Her heart was slamming into her frontal chest wall. Her breathing became erratic. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to cum right then and there, damn him.

“Yes, Sir.” She managed to articulate coherently.

She really did need to move. She didn’t want to. His hand between her legs suited her just fine, but she knew it wasn’t what he wanted. It took every ounce of will power she had to step back two paces, turn in her heels, walk the few steps to the cross and press her chest against the X formation. Her arms came up, setting each wrist along side the leather strap binding. Her legs spread until her ankles touched each of the bindings below.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He felt the dampness between her thighs against his fingers before they slid away from her hungry sex, his own head dipping back as he watched her quiver, before stepping back and turning in her heels to follow his instruction. He grinned as she pressed herself against the cross and spread her arms and legs for him. He gripped the quirt firmly in his hand and walked over towards the cross himself. Sliding between the wall and the cross, he looked at her for a moment, before slipping out of the gap and making sure both her wrists and ankles were properly secured to the X formation.

He then stood behind her, leaning in close to her ear, the two falls of the whip falling over her shoulder gently, just caressing it. She could feel his body, and his arousal pushing against her behind, even from the fabric of the trousers that he was wearing. He reached a hand to brush the hair away from her left ear and whispered softly.

"Are you ready, My pet?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her face rested between the space at the top of the X frame. Her eyes caught his and for a brief moment, they were locked together in that look before he slipped away, behind her she imagined.

Oh gods yes, he was behind her. She felt the quirt fall, twice, over her shoulder. Nothing more than a caress. Her eyes closed again as she felt him lean against her and felt his erection push against her bare ass through his slacks. Damn him, Damn him. She inhaled strongly, then let it out slowly.

“Ready, Sir.”

She braced herself, mentally and physically for the first true blow to land.