I’ve always like playing with Mirrors in BDSM sessions, whether I am dominant or submissive in the scene.
When I am being beaten by Mistress Elita, I want to watch her, enjoy the depth of her focus on me, admire the turn of her lithe body, fear the force of her swing. I want to anticipate the impact, knowing to the 100th of a second when it will occur and knowing exactly where it will land.
This is the only time I can enjoy seeing my own body in a mirror, seeing past the things I don’t like about it and enjoy the contrast between my solidity and Elita’s slim grace; rather than focus negatively on one aspect of the scene, I can enjoy the beauty of what we are creating together. I used to think this beauty was just in my head, but people’s reaction to watching Elita and I play together told me it was real.
I like to use mirrors as a dominant, let the person I am playing with revel in their own beauty, especially if I have wrapped that beauty in rope to both enhance and draw the eye to their perfection. This, from my beautiful and very lovely new friend, perfectly captured the shared hotness of a moment made possible by a mirror.
I could feel my body coming to life with each tug of the rope and each time you re-positioned me to suit your needs for the next step, your look of concentration an utter delight. Then facing into the mirror, not with nervousness like the first time, but with the knowledge that the man behind me actually did this to me, took the time and attention to create this little special piece of kink for us, I felt confident and what I saw, both in me and in you, was simply stunning.
Sometimes the role of the mirror is not so much to allow the scene to be viewed as to allow connection between the participants; to allow kink’s special electricity to crackle between them.
Our eyes connect in the mirror behind the St Andrew’s cross to which she is tied. I step it up a bit, taking a long swing with the flogger. Her eyes open wide at its impact but they don’t lose contact with mine.
I feel a challenge has been issued and accepted.
Connecting through the mirror, her eyes never leave mine as I flog her. Looking into them I can see her tumbling deeper down the rabbit hole with me; I can see her slipping into subspace; I can see the approach of an orgasm that is going to make her legs buckle.
Time stops as I finally allow my own responses to the heat of what we have been doing to take me there with her, sharing the sense of floating; connected to her on a deeply intimate level.
To describe this moment as hot feels shallow: like describing the Mona Lisa as ‘Nice’ or Einstein as ‘clever.’ It’s more than that. So much more. It’s full of coruscating intensity, full of that depth of connection and trust that only really comes when two people take risks together. It’s way more than hot.
There’s a reason why all the rental dungeons I have played in have full length mirrors and, having recalled these little nuggets of hotness, all made possible by the presence of that mirror, I think I understand it a little better.
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Fascinating insight.
Sounds incredibly arousing to me! Thanks for sharing! 😉
Oh no, you e out me off trying a private dungeon space…maybe that’s why hoods were invented, so I don’t have to see myself.