themistresslove:The Pearl shorts story by Mistress LOVE and Mistress Emiliya or themistresslove an
themistresslove: The Pearl shorts story by Mistress LOVE and Mistress Emiliya or themistresslove and mistressemiliya *squirm* The Pearl shorts were not something she’d ever worn before… in fact… she didn’t remember where she had gotten them… but as she looked into the mirror at her reflection… she found she couldn’t look away… that was when she heard the voice… her voice saying… “I… I promise to always have those Pearly panties shifting and pleasuring you. May I please do something other than stroke? Please?” “No? Why not? Er… you don’t have to answer that seco… oh… I see.” She kept looking deeper into the mirror… They were her eyes… It was her voice she heard… Over and over she heard it as she touched her own pleasure… Stroking through the pearly white tight shorts… She wasn’t this kind of girl… Her body shifted as she squirmed more… The pleasure intense… Slowly rising more… She heard her voice again “I… I promise to always have those Pearly panties shifting and pleasuring you. May I please do something other than stroke? Please?” The answer came from the mirror again… Confused… Mindless “no… Just keep looking deeper… Keep slowly touching yourself through the pearly shorts… Feel them getting wetter for us” “Y-yes…” She didn’t care whose voice the mirror was, just as long as her lovely shorts of Pearl would keep doing THAT to her… Her breath came in short, quick pants, unable to breathe deeply for more than a single touch of its shining interior surface. It felt soooooo gooooood… She just had to… obey? obey whom?themistresslove No this was wrong… something was wrong… she wasn’t this kind of girl… this kind of woman… not girl… a good girl… this wasn’t her thoughts… the voice was hers… or was it… she tried to remember something important… tried to fight the feeling… but as the thoughts tried to fight it… the mirror image reached down and slowly stroked her pleasure more deeply… she looked deeper into her own eye in the mirror… lust… pleasure… desire… she knew that if she looked down at her own fingers… they were mirroring the reflections… rubbing slowly and deeply along the pearly material… she had to think… had to… that was when she smelled it… her arousal… he scent filling the air… I have to remember… have to… “Mmmm… um… have to… “ she was on an edge… and the fingers slowed… maybe if she could go over that edge she could think clearer… but her fingers were not obeying her… they were being controlled… control… damn it… that’s it… the recording she had listened to by Mistress LOVE… it had talked about… then she felt the arousal grow more intense… the thoughts left her as she felt her breathing deepen… fingers working her back to that edge again… not touching her sex openly… but making the pearl of the shorts more glossy and wet… so hard to think… easy to sink… She squirmed, needing her shorts to just go a little wetter, just a little more pleasure, then she’d escape. Just a little more. Then her mind would clear. Just a little more. Her breath wouldn’t be so short and sharp then. Just a little more. Just a little more. The reflection grinned at her, and she moaned as she mirrored them. It felt so good “sooooo good” just to rub her shorts against her snatch. She needed to give in… to feel this all the time… Her hair exposed her perfect Pearls, and she needed to stroke them… but she couldn’t even think of separating her hands from her shorts. One hand on her ass, the other rubbing her snatch… Just a little more. Then she’d submit. Just… a… little… but… damn… it was right there… she knew the orgasm was right there… but every time she came close… it seemed to escape her… like she wasn’t in control… not in control… the recording she listened to the other day talked about that… being NOT in CONTROL… but this wasn’t what she wanted… she had to stop… think… breathe… breathe… in my nose and out my lips… yes… breathe… deep and slow… try to… but the reflection was grinning at her… like it knew something she didn’t… like it was in control… and those eyes… was their a flash of light in those eyes… a soft glow of… she bit her lip hard… and squirmed under the pleasure… Just a little more. Then her mind would clear…. what were the words that Mistress LOVE said over and over… Deeper into obedience, deeper into bliss… yes that was it… “Deeper into obedience, deeper into bliss… the refection was saying those words now… Deeper into obedience, deeper into bliss…” she felt the control coming back to her… Deeper into obedience, deeper into bliss… just a little more and she could stop this… take back… then she felt her fingers swirl in a way they had never moved before… damn it… it was like a fluttering… a vibrating… no damn it… the reflection looked confused… the shorts were now pearly wet… and the damn smell… it was so fucking… “NO… Deeper into obedience, deeper into bliss” Her mouth panted. The moan she’d been holding back, clouding her mind further. All she wanted was to enjoy her shorts, and if giving in would finally let her cum, then so be it. She couldn’t remember the warning label on the shorts.. what the Mistress had warned her of… something about connection and voracity… something about her Pearl-clad pussy….. Her fingers toyed with her shorts and lips as she sank deeper into obedience… was she obeying the strange recordings? was she obeying the Mistress that had given her the Pearly shorts? Was she the Mistress with the Pearly shorts? No… she obeyed… As she slid to the floor, squirming and writhing, she gave in. The orgasm was intense… her mind went BLANK… as she went Deeper into obedience, deeper into bliss. -- source link