Mirror Mirror Make Me Pretty: Bonus Chapter

He had a bag with him. 

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“You’ll see. Bedroom.” 

I nodded my head quickly. There was something about his presence; he was almost authoritative. I felt like a little girl, worried I was going to get into trouble if I didn’t obey him. So I scurried quickly to the bedroom like I was being sent to a timeout. He followed, stepping into the room and closing the door.

He carefully put that bag down. 

“What’s in the bag?” I asked.

“From here on, you refer to me as Daddy,” he said.

I nodded my head. “Yes—Um, I mean—Yes, Daddy.” 

He grinned. I saw a pinkness in his cheeks. He unzipped the bag and pulled out black fuzzy handcuffs. “Bed,” he said. “On your back.”

“Yes, daddy,” I said, voice quiet now. My heart raced. I eyed the cuffs. They were fuzzy… but still restraining. I got onto my back. He took my wrist and guided it to the bed post. I heard the cuff click into place. It was tight. He walked around the bed and did it with the next wrist. “It’s tight.”

“It’s tight, what?”

“It’s tight, Daddy.”

He grinned. “Good.” He stepped up to the side of the bed and looked down on me. His gaze scanned me, and then he reached out, hand on my chest. He gently caressed me before finding my chest. He squeezed. I let out a soft whimper. Then, with a tug, he ripped my lingerie top. I gasped. My nipples were now exposed. He rubbed them, making me bite my lip. 

Then, his eyes darted down, as if he noticed the twitch of my cock. My bulge had grown. He let out a small laugh. “You like being tied up, huh?” 

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. He reached down and tugged my lingerie to the side, letting my cock out. He grabbed it, squeezed it—hard. I yelped. He tugged back my foreskin. “I got you something.”

“What?”

He grinned. He went to his bag and returned with something that looked like a dildo—but it was hollow. “What’s that?” I asked.

He held it to my lips. “Spit into it.” 

I followed the command.

He walked down to my crotch. He took my erect cock in one hand. He used the other hand to push the toy onto my shaft, engulfing it. I was sure that I’d seen something like it online before—advertised on some porn site or another. One of those fake cocks guys with tiny dicks buy to put over their own cocks to be bigger for their girls. 

But this wasn’t quite cock-looking. It was white and glossy, like a robot dick. “Now what?” I asked.

“You talk too much,” he said. “Luckily your voice is cute.” Then, he clutched the weird toy—and I felt it: an intense vibrating. I gasped. He grinned. 

It kept buzzing. He walked back to his bag. 

I started moaning. “It’s… strong,” I said. 

He laughed, now squirting some lube onto his hand. He undid his belt with his other hand, letting his pants fall down. He shimmied his boxers down, letting his huge erection flip out. He smeared the lube on it, gripping his shaft, stroking himself to make every inch glisten. 

“Are you going to fuck me, Daddy?” 

He grinned at me. The buzzing ebbed. I gasped. My whole body convulsed. He nodded his head.

Then, he climbed onto the bed. He spread my legs wide apart. He looked down at the buzzing toy that was still hugging my shaft. 

He stuck a finger into my asshole—prepping me. He slid it in and out. “Fuck me, Daddy,” I whispered.

“Good girl,” he growled. A minute later, his finger was replaced by his fat cock. God, he was so big. His cock made mine look embarrassingly small. But I liked it that way. He pushed in deep, making me strain, making me groan. The buzzing made euphoria flutter through me. 

“Fuck,” I whispered. “I—I’m cumming.” And I felt the wet gushing into the toy. I looked down and saw some white seed gushing out of the toy, dripping onto my thighs. I wanted to reach down to pull the buzzing toy off, but I was cuffed.

He started thrusting.

“Fuck,” I moaned. For a minute, it felt terrible—I won’t lie. If you’ve ever tried to masturbate immediately after ejaculating, you know the feeling. It just felt… wrong.

But after a minute, the wrongness started to subside. Suddenly, the buzzing felt good again. Too good. I could feel the goopy cum against my tip, vibrating with the toy. “Fuck,” I moaned again. 

He fucked me harder, gripping my hips, driving every inch of his thick shaft into my body. He grunted and growled as he thrusted. 

“Harder. Harder, Daddy,” I said.

He fucked me harder. I wanted to reach out and hold onto him, but when I tried, I just rattled the cuffs. 

“Take it, baby girl,” he said.

“Fuck me hard, Daddy!” 

His face was red. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

“Fuck. I’m cumming again,” I cried out. And I felt it: another huge gush into that toy. It felt so full—like it was going to burst. It wasn’t a condom that could stretch out. Now, all that goo was putting an intense pressure on my tip, sloshing around, and occasionally oozing out the sides of the toy.

But he didn’t take it off. He didn’t stop fucking me. Again, for a minute it felt awful. It felt wrong. I needed relief, but he wouldn’t give it to me.

But then that wrongness went away, and a new pleasure started. I moaned. So much cum dripping down my crotch, my thighs, my bum, pooling on the bed. 

He kept fucking me, ignoring my cries. It felt so good. His fingers found my throat. He squeezed. I gasped for air. That made it feel better. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. 

“I’m going to cum,” he growled. He fucked me harder.

“Cum in me, Daddy!” I said, voice strained. 

I started convulsing as if I was having a seizure. 

He pinned me down. He yelled: a deep, warlike sound. The toy was still buzzing my cock. Cum was still gushing out of the toy. 

Then, it happened. I felt the warm blasting inside of me. He released my throat. I gasped for air.

My cock gushed again: a third creampie inside of the machine—which was enough to push the whole thing off of me. It fell onto the bed, buzzing loudly on the mattress while cum poured all over my crotch—and poured over his cock like a waterfall. 

I was still convulsing: shaking all over, unable to control myself. I tugged at the cuffs. I moaned loudly. He pulled out of me: unplugging me so that his cum could pour out of me, making the mess bigger. 

He got up and casually unlocked the cuffs, and then he went to the bathroom to clean up, leaving me twitching and shaking in a pool of warm cum. 

I rolled my head over to look in the mirror—and I swear I saw my reflection wink at me. There was definitely a grin on her face—though it was possible the same grin was on my face. 

When he came back into the room, I thought he was going to collect his things and leave. Instead, he said, “Get on your hands and knees, Baby Girl.”

I did. 

A second later, he was mounting me. He pushed his cock back into me and started fucking me hard as if he had never stopped. 

He pushed my face down into that pool of cum: a mixture of his and mine, some from my ass, some from that toy. That thing was still buzzing, now pressed against my cheek. 

While he fucked me, he reached around and gripped my cock. He jerked me. “I—I can’t take anymore,” I said, my cock feeling exhausted from a triple ejaculation.

“Yes, you can,” he said firmly.

“O—Okay, Daddy,” I said. I let him jerk me off. And somehow, he got me off. I came again just as he was unloading in my ass once more. 

A firm spank on the bum made me yelp, and that yelp made him laugh. “You’re fun,” he said. “I like an obedient girl.”

“I’m your obedient girl,” I said, blushing, looking up into his eyes. 

He smiled. “Good.” He walked over to his bag and pulled out a pamphlet. He tossed it to me. I looked at it. It was a picture of a topless woman—but not pornographic. It was very clinical. 

“What’s this?”

“I’m buying you boobs,” he said. “Any size you want. I already booked the appointment.”

My heart swelled. “Boobs?” 

He nodded his head. “I prefer big ones, but it’s up to you.” 

I jumped to my feet and rushed him to hug him. I knew how expensive good titties were; I’d already looked into it. “You’re the best, Daddy,” I said.

He ran his fingers through my hair. “And you can keep that bag. There are some dresses in there that I got for you. I have to go to work. I won’t be back until later.” He kissed me on the forehead and left in a blunt sort of way. I tiptoed to the bag and peeked in. The dresses were so cute. Maybe a bit short and scandalous—but cute. I couldn’t wait to put them all on and look in the mirror.