| Straight: BDSM: Mirror Image (1/4) |
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Which image was really her? The Mirror Image Long days and longer nights played havoc with her sleep pattern. After long hours of work she was too wired to go to bed early; so her hours were spent doing research on the internet. Of course many hours were lost because of optional links that led down all sorts of paths. Clara enjoyed the sidebars but by the time she was done it was extremely late and over-tiredness or caffeine overload set in. So late night or early morning walks became an escape as well as a means of tiring her out. By the time she returned home, she was almost too tired to undress. Sometimes she just fell into bed moments before her alarm clock pulled her back into the real world. Examination fever was taking over the school. Worried students were more likely to lash out with angry words at one another. Even the teaching staff showed signs of stress, while nervous energy had them yelling more and short in patience. Clara looked forward to the semester break following the exams. Sure, marking the examination papers would take up much of her time; but she would make use of those hours when sleep eluded her. If the truth be known Clara liked the power she wielded with her marking pen. She liked any periods of total control. Interruptions could be limited unlike her normal school day when anything and everything seemed to conspire against her and her prepared lessons. Maybe a change of pace might relax her. Clara decided to pay a visit to 'Coffee, Cake and Kink,' the kinky cafe and gallery in West London. This comfy basement coffee lounge provided a lot more than coffee and cake. For starters the people there were just like her, as well as providing photo exhibitions, erotic art, gifts, music and kinky magazines to help pass the time. On previous visits Clara had made some quick friends and wanted to spend more time with them. She knew that her shyness at times could be misconstrued as snobbery. So this visit she would be forward and outgoing. With this in mind she headed for her wardrobe to select suitable attire. Ninety minutes later she was on her way. From the black boots all the way up to the lacy see through blouse, Clara was stunning. The black leather skirt fitted her like a glove. Black stockings and garter belt gave her that I-got-a-secret glow. The push up bra made her breasts look like two melons on a plate. The exaggerated sway of her hips and jiggle of her breasts attracted interest from both men and women. Clara smugly enjoyed the excitement, but knew it was just a precursor to what lay ahead of her. The cafe was hidden below street level, so one had to know what they were looking for to find it. It must have been an old warehouse because the floor space was massive. Giant untreated beams supported the twenty foot ceilings and the track lighting which made parts as bright as day while other sections were as dark as a dungeon. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation. There were some vacant tables towards the serving area, so Clara headed over that way- paying particular attention to the two's and three's seating as she strode confidently through the maze. A waitress was at her side with menu in hand before she took her seat. The serving staff wore very revealing uniforms. In fact they may have been naked for all the covering the |
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frighteningly delightful
