I’m here, in the bathroom, surrounded by mirrors that reflect not just my presence, but the absence of her attention. The tiles are cold, the air thick with the weight of my thoughts. She’s been taking selfies, her body half-naked, a blue smartphone in her hand. Each click of the shutter is a stab, a reminder of her freedom, her power. The choker around her neck, a symbol of her ownership, glints in the harsh bathroom light. I watch, unseen, as she poses, her expression neutral, her body on display. The shampoo bottles on the shelf, mundane objects, now witnesses to my humiliation.
Mirrored Humiliation
The mirrored shots, her body framed from different angles, are a cruel reminder of my place. Her shoulder, her arm, her neck—each part of her body is a taunt, a whisper of the pleasures she seeks without me. The underside of her arm, the curve of her ribcage, all captured in the unblinking eye of the camera. I’m here, a silent observer, my reflection a ghost in the glass. The floor, the wall, the divider—all bear witness to my degradation. She’s not just taking selfies; she’s capturing moments of her liberation, her escape from the chains of my presence. Each photo is a step further into her world, a world where I am but a shadow, a cuckold in the mirror.
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