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The mirror of lust

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Original copyright © 2017, by Laetitia Guivarché.

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"The Mirror of Lust" - is an erotic short novel. It is about the history of young Loic, from Reims in France.

Loic and his girlfriend Nadja have recently split up because of his sadomasochistic tendencies. Together with his years-long secret swarm of Julia, he travels to Paris to gain a few days' distance.

There he discovers a very interesting old mirror in an antique shop.

That mirror won't let him go. Gradually he seems to take more and more possession of him. He clouds Loic's senses and lures him with sexual fantasies and debauchery, which he does not consider to be real at first.

The newly inflamed love for Julia also seems to fall victim to the mirror. But over time, Loic also realizes that he is not alone.

He is not the first to whom the mirror clouds the senses.

The mirror of lust - I

Loic believed that his misery had begun with the following words: "No, under these circumstances I cannot stay with you!" "You know how you're hurting me with that?" "Didn't you just tell me you're upset when women hurt you? "I find it sad that you see it that way, especially since I was willing to give it up for you. It shows me that you didn't understand much." It didn't help. Nadja didn't want to understand his point of view, probably she just couldn't, Loic knew that, but he was also disappointed that she didn't understand his love.

In this mood he dozed in on his blue, not very comfortable sofa when she had gone. It wasn't a good night's sleep, it was the kind of sleep that gives you really hard headaches. For a long time, however, even this sleep was not granted to him. Just as he was about to slip into a deep sleep phase, he was awakened rudely by a ringing. He knew the penetrating tone from somewhere, he thought, when he was still fighting against permanent disorientation.

This sound is really not good for my head, he thought further and rubbed his temples. Eventually, his eyes could put his phone in a certain context with ringing. Still deaf in his legs, he swayed to ring the bell and took off: "Yes?" he said, wondering why he always had to start making such witty remarks. "Hi, it's Julia, I hope I'm not disturbing you." "Actually, you do." "Why? Boy, you don't sound good at all." "Nadja broke up with me today." "Oh, I'm sorry, should I come by?" "No, I just want to be alone.

You better tell me why you're calling me?" "I have to go to Paris for a few more days to find something else for my undergraduate diploma, and I wanted to ask you if you'd like to come with me for a few days. You're interested in moving to the university there." That was the right thing for Loic, he wanted to get out of here anyway and a few days of distance and air change combined with useful efficiency. Besides, Julia was a really handsome character and she hated Nadja. Yeah, a few days with her would be just the thing.

Maybe I made a mistake after all, thought Loic and wiped the sweat off my forehead. It was July and it was scorching hot in Reims, east of the great city of love. He had completed his visit to the campus and talks with the university lecturers in one day and then he was alone.

Julia immediately withdrew into some magazines and libraries and watched newspaper clippings from long forgotten times. Loic therefore decided to visit the city. The city of love always has something to offer. No matter how many times you have visited Paris, you fall in love with it again and again.

And now he stood on the large square in front of Notre-Dame Cathedral, sweating and wondering if he could use his time more sensibly. Their beauty is boundless and beyond reach. Loic decided not to look inside the cathedral. You've admired her so many times before, from the outside as well as the inside, shot through his head and he turned in the other direction, seeing a McDonald's there somewhere. There he could buy some things that would help him fight the heat.

He walked through the short passageway, away from the cathedral to the city centre and remained standing as if rooted. There he saw something that immediately captivated him. At first he wasn't sure if it was a shop, but the closer he came, the more certain he was that it had to be some kind of antique shop. The dark windows, which formed a strong contrast to the blazing heat and brightness outside, had irritated him so much. In the windows stood some Latin words written in Old German script.

He read them carefully and carefully: Semper fidelis, dum spiro spero. There were some other words he could not translate. He knew the meaning of these two only too well: forever faithful and as long as I breathe, I hope. The business really started to fascinate him. He walked in carefully and was disappointed at first. It was bright indoors because of the extremely strong sun and books lay around everywhere, an old man in a blue shirt dusted off an equally old globe and the shop had lost all its mysterious splendour. When the man noticed him, he looked up briefly, his eyes seemed to be flashing for a moment, but were immediately clear again.

Probably the sun, Loic thought. "Can I help you?" the man wanted to know in a very friendly tone. "That's a good question, which I honestly can't answer so easily." The man nodded knowing: "I understand, a lot of people come into our business just to look around." "No, it's not that either. Their business, they must think it's ridiculous, seemed kind of mystical to me out there. It seemed so full of contrasts with the sun, which I think I've just heard too much of."

The man came to him and showed understanding: "I don't find this ridiculous, you know, people always come to us from different motives, if they don't just want to look and even then they have a reason why they do this. This city is overcrowded with libraries. Looking for something mysterious? I'm sure we can help them, too. Marie, come here, please!" When he had said the last one, a door opened from somewhere, which, Loic was absolutely sure, was not there before.

The result was an inconspicuous young woman, probably his age, wearing a grey skirt and a dark blouse. "You called me, Uncle?" she wanted to know. "Yes, the nice young man here is interested, I think at least, in the black mirror and the candles of the Hydra." Candles of the Hydra, Loic thought about it and wondered what it meant, but then the young woman named Marie took him by the hand, smiled at him and said: "Come along. You'll see, you'll really like the mirror." At that moment, Loic saw that her lips were painted in dark red. Strangely inappropriate to her other outfit. But she pulled so hard on his arm that he immediately dropped the thought.

They went together into the next room and the surprised Loic very much. The room was like an old vault of a castle. Marie closed the door and Loic realized that the room was lit only by torches on the walls and that the walls were made of bare stones. At first Loic thought the room was empty, but when he looked closely, he realized that there were shelves covered by black curtains all over the walls. This had been done so cleverly that at first they seemed like the shadow border of the torches. "Exciting space,"Loic remarked.

Marie turned with a laugh: "Yes, isn't it? We call him the crypt. It is the favourite room of the owner of the house. She lays great store by the details, so the torches must always be fresh and radiate a smell reminiscent of the Middle Ages and torture. If you've seen the pillory outside, rumor has it this is the, well, let's say, dark room. This is where they did what they were ashamed of later. That's how I picture it." Loic drove the show fear, not only with disgust over his back. "Well, she said, here he is," and at the same time raised a black curtain, highlighting some deep black and a few bright white candles. The black one was probably made of glass or a similar material, but not large, about the size of a CD.

"This is the mirror, at least part of it,"she said cautiously and with admiration, and then continued: "supposedly the wife of Constantine the Great brought him here and broke him when she surprised her husband with one of his mistresses. They say he has magical powers." Loic saw the mirror and was immediately fascinated. It was as if he was under a spell. "I, I must have him, "he stuttered. "Yes, of course. "Marie said almost in an arrogant tone of voice, and then immediately became friendly again: "But it costs 500 euros with the candles together." Loic didn't care, he wanted this mirror for himself and if it would cost him a month's wages, because he was doing it in his side job.

They went back to the next room and Marie packed the mirror while he paid her uncle. He still wasn't sorry he paid so much money for the mirror. Maybe he was really antique. When he went to Marie to take the package, she bent over briefly and whispered something strange into his ear:"To elicit the magic of the mirror, put a woman's image in front of the mirror and light one of the candles and darken the room. Now go on, quickly."

With these words he was almost pushed out of the door by her and was immediately back in the heat and went on to McDonalds in confusion. He didn't understand their words, but he wanted to try it out. In the Mc Donalds he saw a beautiful young woman, she might be around 18/19, wore high white sandals, a short skirt and a tight white top. She had black hair with sunglasses in it.

 

He considered that the photo of a camera phone would probably also have to do with the picture and if he should put the picture of a woman under the mirror, then he could take one that he liked very much. He photographed them briefly and when he saw that the picture had become something, he left the shop in the middle of the queue as fast as he could, without having ordered anything to hurry to his hotel. The pedestrian zone was full, but he didn't bother him any further, he hurried as fast as he could, but suddenly stopped when he saw a young man who stared at him calmly, but apparently knowing. No, he stared at the hand in which the mirror packet rested.

Suddenly he felt as if the temperature of the mirror was rising, he became burning hot, Loic dropped the mirror and shouted out the pain loudly. The mirror cracked loudly on the floor. Loic picked him up and a first quick examination by hand showed that he was still whole. He looked up at this other man and still got to see him as he still looked at him, pityingly shook his head, turned around and disappeared in the crowd. He decided to take care of his own affairs and hurried on to the hotel.

When he arrived in his room, he looked at the clock:"Three more hours until Julia said she would come back at the earliest, a lot of time. He hastily darkened the room with the help of the sheets and some curtains, turned off all the lights and made it so dark that he could not see the hand in front of his eyes. He was playing an old trick. He switched on the television and was able to orientate himself with the help of its light, but he was able to turn off the light immediately with the remote control. Somehow he knew that none of the Hydra candles should be wasted.

Loic sat down on his bed and looked for the photo of the woman and put it under the black mirror. Nothing happened. Still he did not give up hope, he lit one of the candles and was pleased that the mirror had a place, which was supposed to be a candle holder. He put them in the designated place and nothing happened again. Suddenly, however, he suddenly got the uncontrolled need to yawn and did so loudly, closing his eyes and when he opened them again, he saw a glove-clothed hand on his face, which gave him a powerful slap and he heard, while he was still thinking about the pain, a female, beautiful but stern voice: "I suppose you're not well enough to apprehend your mistress, slave. Are you out of your mind?"

He didn't know where he was, but he looked up and saw the woman from the picture. She wore long black boots and a full-length latex catsuit and latex gloves. Her eyes and lips were painted black and her beautiful black hair fluttered freely. The mirror must have had really magical powers, he thought. "What are you waiting for, slave? I don't have all day!" He could only guess what she meant, but decided to play along and enjoy it. He leaned forward and realized that he was completely naked and his thing was already visibly aroused.

In the bent position he reached her wonderful boots and first kissed her tenderly, only to lick as hard as he could then lick as strong, but also feeling as he could. Almost like a thirsty man who got water, he licked the boots of this wonderful young woman and enjoyed it. How many times he had dreamed of being allowed to do such a thing once, to lie at the feet of a mistress, but then he even wanted to do without it. For Nadja... Before his depressive thoughts could destroy the moment, his mistress interrupted him:"Well, that's enough slave. You did very well, but you understand that I can't let my slave get away with yawning without punishment. Get up and pick up your hands."

He did what he was called and felt her tied his hands to a pulley block at the top of a bottle and put it on so that he had to walk on his toes. Then he felt her softly nestle to him from behind and felt her breasts caressing his back as she pressed her whole body against him. "I want to give you a reward first, because it's about to get really hard,"she explained, laughing halfway, and then he felt her hands still exploring his body in the gloves and slowly rubbing it off in different places.

Arriving at his nipples, she began to penetrate them a little bit, but still so far that it was still extremely pleasurable for him, then her hands went down again and she increased the pressure of her breasts on his back again and again, whereby she repeatedly went into the knees and so her breasts, wrapped in the latex really tenderly stroking him. Her hands reached his cock, first she carefully kneaded his testicles and then started jerking him off.

It was incredible, he thought he heard the violins sing. He began to purr and move rhythmically as far as he could on tiptoe. She stopped immediately. "Oh, well, if you're ready, then we can start having fun now. With the punishment for yawning and, of course, for the unauthorized photo."

When she had said that, she went laughing and disappeared briefly in the dark, so that he became afraid. Shortly afterwards she came back, at least that's what he heard from her heels. She came to him from behind, took his neck between her hands and whispered in his ear:"You have to hold out the first twenty without a gag, then give one, don't worry. Do you know what this is?" Her right hand went down briefly and then showed him something he knew only too well from numerous Internet images.

"A dog whip."he gasped. "That's right, and you're my little doggy,"she giggled and went back. The first blow was not so strong yet and hit him on his right ass cheek, but he was bitterly disappointed:"He was just to get warm, from now on count with, my little slave and thank you 4 times, when you can choose you, just of course in the end with the words, because my mistress is so good to me. Of course, if you tell me about yourself on a stroke, it'll be repeated." The blows came quickly and hard. The pain shot faster than Loic had thought through his body, and from the fifth on he had trouble counting and started to cry out the numbers.

She always hit the same spot and changed the rhythm so much that he didn't know when the next shot would come. But it also excited him to hear how the young goddess seemed to wait for the movements of his body and his noises with every blow and laughed approvingly and fired him with ever louder screams. He didn't forget to say thank you, however, and scattered the thanks even more creatively and finally got through it.

She came to him and whispered in his ear while gently stroking his ass:"Good, come down, because now it's really funny. You said thank you very nice, but I'll halve the number of strokes with the next whip. And then you'll get your reward, so right now you're gonna need your gag." She put a big gag in his mouth, which he readily opened, let him bite, tightened the gag and showed him the next whip. Loic saw her and immediately got scared and tried to run away, which was impossible because of his bondage, but then he tried to protest just as unsuccessfully through the gag.

She laughed at him and said:"I see, you know them, too, so after halving it, there's still five beats with the bullwhip, so go on." The pain was indescribable, she struck hard and he screamed as loud as he could, which became quiet and incomprehensible babbling through the gag. After the second blow, he started to cry and sob and after the third, he was sure he would lose consciousness, which he didn't do because she did the last two strokes very quickly. "So and now I want to hear it,"she said and took off his gag and listened to her sobbing and screaming for a moment, but Loic knew what she wanted to hear, and he just wanted to say thank you for not hitting me again:"Thank you, mistress, thank you so much for being so good to me."

"Ah, I see there's still hope and now the promised reward after the harsh punishment." She took his head between her latex hands and kissed him tenderly and long, until his tears subsided and then sank to her knees and took his cock in the hand and began to jerk him off, so sentimental that he soon stood again and then she took him her mouth and blew it. His cock slipped quickly back and forth in her mouth and it came to him soon. When he felt that it came to him, he lay back in his shackles as far as he could, closed his eyes and squirted into her mouth in many strokes.

Eventually Loic opened his eyes again, noticed that he could leave his arms hanging and looked at the TV in his hotel room. At first he thought he had only dreamed it until he looked at his sperm, which fortunately had mostly gone on the mirror. He was also naked and he quickly noticed that his butt was burning like fire. He ran into the bathroom to see why he was on fire. There he recognized in the mirror that he was red as the skin of a cancer. He looked briefly at the bathtub, which was damp.

Sloppy cleaning lady, he thought to turn back to his butt. From a few vacations with his family in the past he knew that sunburn helped yoghurt very well. Best ice-cold. Someone in the hotel would surely be able to give him such stuff, because whatever he had on his ass, it resembled a solid sunburn. That's why he hurried to remove the visible traces of his mirror experience in the room, to wipe off the mirror, to congratulate himself on his successful purchase and to get some ice-cold yoghurt. Loic was lucky in the restaurant that at this time of the day, it was around five o' clock in the afternoon, very empty, they believed him with a smile the story of sunburn and gave him natural yoghurt.

With a small filled bowl he crept back into his room and seriously wondered if he should use the mirror again. Alone the thought of it made his excitement rise again. The mirror seemed to have really magical powers. He imagined how easy and yet cool it would be to take pictures of any women and to have through the mirror these experiences. But what were these experiences? Was it his secret desires that the mirror reflected? Random fantasies? Or were they in the end the secret sexual desires of women?

He liked the last thought best and excited him further. A look at the clock in his room disappointed him deeply, he didn't have time to jerk off any more and so he could enjoy it again, Julia would come back. Instead, he uncovered his butt and threw himself on the bed with his belly to rub his butt with the yogurt, which was not enough for him. Really not easy, he thought angrily and thought that he would probably have to look quite strange, as he lay there on the bed and tried to rub his butt in. But the yogurt helped well and cooled his butt wonderfully, while he unmotivatedly endured a series of full house shows.

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