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THE MIRROR   Part 4. by  David.

When I woke up,after my first night in front of ‘The Mirror’,I was not refreshed,I was not restored,and I was not invigorated,with the energy and enthusiasm for a brand new day. In fact,I could not remember ever feeling so tired as this,after a night’s sleep. I felt completely,utterly drained! Then,I realised that I was not in bed,that I was still sitting in my most comfortable chair,in front of ‘The Mirror’,where I had fallen asleep,totally exhausted,and still covered in my own mess,which was the result of countless,mind shattering climaxes,body wracking orgasms,and incredible,soul searing pleasure,as I had erupted again and again,as,through ‘The Mirror’,I worshipped the sexy,sweaty feet of Joan,the footsore barmaid,and the sexy,dirty feet of Sharon and Jennifer,’The Barstool Blondes’,as I now thought of them,while I listened to their delicious,degrading humiliation of me,via the supernatural medium of ‘The Mirror’.

Now,I realised why I felt so debilitated,so drained. Because I WAS drained! I felt as though my life force was gradually being sucked and siphoned from my body and mind,that my very essence,was being slowly but surely being devoured,by ‘The Mirror’. I was too drained,to even make what now seemed like a long,arduous,and obstacle filled trek,to the bathroom,to clean myself up,or to have a wash. I certainly could not be bothered with the mega hassle of having a shave.

Now,I realised what had woke me up. It was the annoying, incessant chirruping of the phone,on the table beside me. Wondering what time it was,I looked at my watch. It was 10-30 a.m. I picked up the phone,but,before I could even say ‘hello’ , the strident,angry voice of Debbie’s Mother,Doris,committed assault and battery on my ears,down the telephone line. Doris ’s voice was so loud and clear down the phone line,that she could have actually been there,in my living room with me. Then,I sat up,ramrod straight,as I was jolted to attention,and shocked rigid,as if I had poked my finger into an electric light socket,when I realised that Doris WAS actually in my living room with me! Or,that is to say,she was appearing to me,in ‘The Mirror’.

“Are you satisfied now,david? Well,are you?”,she angrily shouted at me,down the phone. Doris did not allow me time to ask what it was,that I might be satisfied about,as she quickly resumed her venomous,verbal onslaught. “You have put Deberah in hospital,david!! She is going into some kind of traction,so that the doctors can try to fix whatever it is,that you have done to her back! And you have caused her a lot of pain,david! Well,are you happy now,david? Are you happy now?”. Despite my tiredness, I was now on full alert! Doris was sitting in her usual chair,at home,and she was resting her bare feet on the footstool that she had recently taken to using,and she was facing towards me. I was awestruck! I could see the whole of her sexy bare soles,in clear,amazing detail. The slightly hardening skin on her heels,the balls of her feet,and I noticed,thanks to the brilliant clarity of ‘The Mirror’,there was also a hardening of her skin,a slight roughness,on the outer parts of the pads of her big toes.

“OH…..MY…..GOD!!!”,I exclaimed,in my excited agitation. “It’s all very well,saying that,david.But that’s not going to get Deberah out of hospital,is it?”,replied Doris,hotly,in a total misapprehension,of my excited outburst. I could find no reply,I could not find my voice,as I wondrously explored the graceful contours of her beautiful,sexy,adorable,mature feet,which seemed all the more exciting and desirable to me,BECAUSE of their maturity. Like a fine bottle of wine, Doris ’s already beautiful,elegant feet,were taking on elements of character,sophistication,personality,subtlety,and depth,and they promised a gloriously long,lingering,delicious,and satisfying after taste,and a warm glow of pleasure and happiness,after each taste. Gazing at them in rapture,I thought that Doris ’s feet were the most beautiful and sexy feet that I had ever laid eyes on,and----------“david? Are you still there,david?”,demanded Doris ,irritably.

 Rather disconcertingly, Doris seemed to be looking straight at me,through ‘The Mirror’,as she went on before I could reply to her question,as to whether or not I was happy,that I had put Debbie in hospital,and into some kind of traction. “Well,are you going to visit her in hospital today,david? I would have thought it’s the least you can do!”. With my throat tight,with excitement and tension,as I soaked up the jaw dropping sight of her fabulously sexy bare feet,I croaked my reply,”no, Doris ,not today. I’m not feeling very well,I”-----------“you really are,a worthless,useless,miserable little wretch,aren’t you,david?”,asked Doris ,rhetorically,in the manner of her daughter,Debbie. “Deberah can’t wait to get her hands on you,david. I can tell you that! Traction,or no traction! Oh! Just you wait until she gets her hands on you,david! Then you’ll be in for it!”.

Now, Doris really let me have it! She poured her scorn,and spat her vitriol,as she launched her furious tirade against me. The shrapnel of her ‘sticks and stones’,whipped and cracked about my ears,like exploding shells and mortar bombs. And,even though Doris seemed to be staring straight into my eyes,through ‘The Mirror’,as she opened fire with her verbal weaponry of ‘sticks and stones’,that did not stop me,from continuing from where I had left off,the night before,as my excitement began to build again,to the intolerable levels of this supernatural stimulation,and I could not,and I did not,deny myself. I indulged myself to the full,as I rapturously gazed at the glory of Doris’s mature,sexy bare feet,as she verbally tore me apart,shot me down in flames,ripped me to shreds,kicked my butt,punched my lights out,whipped my ass,wiped the floor with me,as she thoroughly degraded and humiliated me,as only Doris could.

Doris was the one,who had found,and disturbed,this hibernating need inside me,and kicked it wide awake. And now,after it’s long sleep,it was hungry. Hungry for sustenance. Doris was the one,who had found the ignition key to my dormant desire for sweet humiliation. She had turned on my ignition,and now,she was putting her foot down. Hard! Doris was revving my engine into the red. Pedal to the metal! And,with the turbo charged assisted influences of ‘The Mirror’,I was rocketing along!

When Doris had finally expended her verbal arsenal of ‘sticks and stones’,against me,and slammed down her phone,in downright disgust,at the end of her relentless,acidic castigation of me,I shuddered and juddered to another mind shattering,body wracking,soul searing,climactic explosion of release,until her image vanished.

Then,’The Mirror’ transported me to another place. For,’The Mirror’ was a Roller Coaster Ride,that,once boarded,could never be disembarked from,and I had no choice,but to go along for the ride. A ride,that was designed purely,and exclusively,for my pleasure and entertainment,as the owner of ‘The Mirror’.

Now,I was in shock again,as I recognised this place,too. It was the office,at work! I immediately recognised my working environment,and also,of course,my colleagues,the girls in the office,and the Office Supervisor,Julia Davis,who had just walked into her own office. I saw too,with another fresh surge of tense excitement,that all of the office girls were,as usual,variously heel popping,dipping their feet in and out of their pumps,and teasingly,tantalisingly dangling their pumps,sometimes very precariously,and excitingly,from their black panty hosed toes. All of the office girls,including the Office Supervisor,Julia Davis,wore black panty hose,and black pumps,to work in the office. No wonder I could never get any work done! One of the office girls,Lisa,was resting the tops of her black panty hosed feet,on the tops of her black pumps,as she worked at her desk. Through ‘The Mirror’,I could clearly see the soles of her feet,and I watched her toes,through the gauzy black material,as she absent mindedly,repeatedly scrunched and wiggled them,over and over,in a way that drove me half crazy to watch,and the only way that I could drag my eyes away,and be ‘rescued’ from watching Lisa’s sexy feet,was by watching the equally exciting foot antics of the other office girls,whenever they might snag my attention,with a sudden dip,or a heel pop,or a dangle,of their sexy,black panty hosed,black pumped ‘office feet’,as I thought of them.

And now,as I watched through ‘The Mirror’,Julia Davis,the Office Supervisor,came out of her own small office,and into the large open plan office,where all of the office girls worked,and where I,the only male member of the office staff,also worked.

“Has anyone seen ‘the foot guy’ this morning?”,inquired Julia Davis,of her office girls,and I saw that all of the office girls heel popped,or dipped,or dangled,or scrunched and wiggled their black panty hosed toes,in a sort of absent minded reaction,as they laughed and chuckled at their boss’s use of my office nickname,that they themselves usually used,and even called me,to my face. My foot fetish was an open secret,in the office. Well,it wasn’t really a secret,at all. In fact,the Office Supervisor,Julia Davis,had given me a ‘final warning’,for “staring at the office girls feet all the time”,and not getting any work done. She had received repeated complaints from the office girls,about my “always staring at their feet”,she told me. I thought this more than a little odd,that none of the office girls had ever complained to me,directly,if I was offending them. None of them had a problem,at all,with ‘tearing a strip off me’,whenever they might have a problem,or ‘issues’ with me. Oh,yes. They would soon let me know!

I believed that the office girls didn’t mind,and that they were not offended,by my openly admiring their sexy feet. They seemed more amused,if anything,by the idea that anyone could find their stinky feet attractive,and sexy. But,Julia Davis DID mind,that I didn’t pull my weight in the office. Julia Davis once said to me,in front of all the office girls,”if you pulled your weight in the office,david,as well as you pull that thing in your pants,I wouldn’t have a problem with you”,and all the office girls laughed,delightedly,hugely enjoying her joke,at my expense,as they all knew that ‘many a true word,is spoken in jest’. A pity I wasn’t acquainted with the joys of humiliation then,I now found myself thinking,wistfully.

Then,the Office Supervisor,Julia Davis,after all of the office girls had told her that,no,they had not seen ‘the foot guy’ at work today,went to Lisa’s desk,and asked her,sweetly,”ok if I use your phone,honey?”. “Sure,go ahead,Miss Davis. You’re the boss!”,replied Lisa, chirpily. But,before Julia Davis picked up the receiver,she turned to her office girls,and she informed them,with huge relish,”great!! This is the chance I’ve been waiting for! Now,at last,I can get rid of ‘the foot guy’,once and for al!”.

I was stunned! Shocked! Chance you’ve been waiting for? Get rid of ‘the foot guy’? Once and for all?

Now,I was even more shocked,and stunned,and I nearly jumped out of my skin,when the phone once again chirruped into life,on the table beside me. With a sense of dread,I picked up the receiver. Through ‘The Mirror’,I saw that Julia Davis was standing at Lisa’s desk,with her back to me. I thought that she had a marvellously sexy figure, curvaceous, and voluptuous, and her bottom looked very shapely,in her black,office skirt,and I thought that when she wore her dark hair up,as she wore it then,that she was simply stunning! Julia Davis was a picture of beauty,elegance,sophistication,efficiency,and authority,all rolled into one.

“Hello?”,I answered. Immediately upon hearing my uncertain,fearful voice,Julia Davis eased her right,black panty hosed foot,completely out of her black pump,and she rested her toes,on the back of it,and she pressed her toes down,causing the front of her black pump to go up and down,rhythmically,hypnotically,sexily,and my mouth went dry,at the exciting sight,of Julia Davis playing with her black pump.

“david!!”,said Julia Davis,sternly,by way of a greeting. “Why aren’t you in work today,david?”,she demanded,imperiously,and with all of the powerful authority of her personality. “I’m very sorry,Miss Davis”,I spluttered,now,in my own living room,sat in my most comfortable chair,nervous,just as I was always nervous and flustered,by her physical,commanding,dominating,and domineering presence,in the office. For,’The Mirror’ did not seem to act as a protective barrier,between us. Quite the opposite. I felt completely,and utterly at her mercy,as though there was no escape from her. I felt naked,vulnerable,and exposed. Which of course,I was! Even though I was at home,in my own living room,and sitting in my most comfortable chair,still,I was intimidated,and quaking in fear,of my boss,the Office Supervisor,Julia Davis. I desperately urged myself to some to some kind of defence. Come on,’foot guy’,get it together!

“I’m very,very sorry,Miss Davis,but,I’m not feeling very well today,I”---------Julia davis,upon seeing her chance,seized it,and she went on the attack,rapier like,and I knew there were more gaps in my defences than there are holes in a colander,as she began ‘sticking it to me’. “But,you haven’t phoned in,david! Have you? You know very well,that you are supposed to phone in,if you are not going to come in to work! You know that! Don’t you,david?”. Now,Julia Davis bent her right leg,at the knee,and she rested the top of her right foot,on the top of her black pump. Now,I had a real problem with talking,as I could see the entire sole of her shapely foot,tantalisingly,through her black panty hose. As I watched,mesmerised,she flexed and scrunched her lovely toes,and,once again,I was fast approaching those dizzying heights of excitement,as I thrilled,to the sight of her beautiful foot,her heel,wonderfully-----------“david!!” I almost jumped,as though nudged by a cattle prod,out of my most comfortable chair,as Julia Davis shouted impatiently at me,down the phone. “I’m very,very sorry,Miss Davis”,I apologised,as I stared,longingly,at her pretty foot,through ‘The Mirror’,as she played with,toyed with,her black pump,as though she was playing with,and toying with me,and my hands were making themselves busy,yet again,as I watched her black panty hosed foot,playing with her black pump. Oh! Please! It’s too much! I can’t take it!

Now,I was almost on the crest of my wave,when Julia Davis’s attractive face now appeared,in ‘The Mirror’,and her eyes seemed to be focused steadily,and seemed to be staring straight into my eyes. It was uncanny,and eerie,and I was utterly unnerved,by her seemingly direct stare,through ‘The Mirror’. The expression on her face nearly drove me mad! Julia Davis,was clearly loving this! She was absolutely loving it! “You have had your final warning,david. You have had your last chance. Sorry, isn’t good enough,david. Not any more”,she informed me,and such a smile,of the greatest pleasure and satisfaction,lit up her features,and made her face even more beautiful,as she now said to me,softly, “you’re out,david”. Though I knew perfectly well,what Julia Davis meant,I still said,”I beg your pardon,Miss Davis?”. Now,Julia Davis’s face was truly something to behold,as a wicked glint of cruelty appeared in her eyes,as she savoured the knowledge,that my only hope of salvation lay in her mercy,and that she could,but would not,show me her mercy,and I knew that this was a golden moment,for her,and one that she would cherish,as she utterly crushed me,as she now officially informed me,and her sweet sounding voice had a most sensual,almost sexual quality to it,as she now savoured her words,and caressed them,as she let them roll off her tongue. “I am firing you,david. You are fired. You are so,so fired”.

Now,at seeing the rapturous expression on Julia Davis’s beautiful face,at seeing the wicked,cruel glint,in her shining,sparkling eyes,I was shocked,and stunned again,by a sudden insight,about my now former Office Supervisor and boss,Julia Davis! The “repeated complaints from the office girls”,was a complete fabrication! It was nothing more than a convenient fiction,invented by Julia Davis,as a means of getting rid of her unproductive office worker,’the foot guy’.

Now,as I stared back at Julia Davis’s beautiful, triumphant face in ‘The Mirror’,as she took such obvious,wicked delight,such intense,almost sexual pleasure,from the sheer,satisfying joy,from firing me,’the foot guy’,from my job,I cried aloud,in my own irresistible pleasure and humiliation,and it’s attendant sweet anguish,as my dams burst yet again,and this time,I rocked and bucked,in my most comfortable chair,for,such was the force and intensity,of my Julia Davis induced orgasm,all but launching me like a rocket from it’s launch pad. As I looked at Julia Davis’s happy,smirking,self satisfied face,in ‘The Mirror’,I was in a wild,explosive, cataclysmic paroxysm,of seething,bubbling,overflowing pleasure,as ‘The Mirror’ hurled me,catapulted me,to a searing,soaring high,that it would not let me come down from. And my hands were busy! Oh,they were so very busy,as I sat in my most comfortable chair,in front of ‘The Mirror’.

For the rest of that day,and for the following 3 days,day and night,meant nothing to me,as they blended together and became as one,and I slept when I was exhausted,in my most comfortable chair,in front of ‘The Mirror’. I only took the great trouble to get out of my most comfortable chair,to go to the toilet. I hardly ate,finishing off what scraps of food that I had in the house,that were handy,such as biscuits and crackers. I most certainly did not cook anything! I did not shave or wash. Not even my own mess,from my countless shuddering,juddering orgasms. There seemed no point,and there was no time! I could not leave ‘the Mirror’! All that mattered,was ‘The Mirror’!

I was a captive,in my own living room. I was enchanted,by ‘The Mirror’. ‘The Mirror’ held me in it’s thrall,under it’s unbreakable spell,with a relentless,constant procession of scenes,of images,of such exquisite detail,and such sharp,brilliant clarity,and of such thrilling,mind blowing excitement,that I was loath,indeed,quite incapable,of leaving it’s ‘presence’,even for just a moment,and I only did so,when it was of the most dire necessity. Time after time,the images in ‘The Mirror’ transported me to impossible,dizzying heights of excitement and ecstasy,and when I reached these impossible summits,my orgasms exploded thunderously,quakingly,and I erupted,and spilled out,hotly,like lava from a volcano. And,it seemed to me,that I would never run dry,of ‘lava’,as factory production continued around the clock,24/7,at ALLCOCK&BALL L.T.D. The savage intensity of the excitement,and the soul searing pleasure,of the ‘entertainment’,that ‘The Mirror’ ‘broadcasted’ to me,like a supernatural TV set,was,I knew,dissolving my sanity,like a hot cup of tea,dissolving a cube of sugar. But,I now realised,that I didn’t mind! No,I didn.t mind,that I was losing my mind! Ha ha ha!!! I laughed aloud,in my living room,in my most comfortable chair,in front of ‘The Mirror’,at the thought,and I knew that I must now be approaching the edge of the precipice,of my increasingly tenuous,and slippy hold,of my sanity,just clinging,just holding on,now,by the proverbial fingernails.

I thought of the gaunt,haggard,ashen faced man,who was the previous owner of ‘The Mirror’,who had sold it to me. I thought about what his wife had said about him,”sitting in front of it,all the time,admiring it”. And that,when ‘The Mirror’ had been sold to me,he had slunk away,dejectedly,as though he thought that he had nothing left to live for. And I wondered,what he had seen,in ‘The Mirror’. For his sake,I hoped he was a very keen butterfly collector! Whatever it was,’The Mirror’ had drained him,too. For 5 years! I remembered also,what the man had said to me,that ‘The Mirror’ was “designed and made,by Arthur Fosdyke,a 19^th century occultist,and,it is said in Legend,that whoever owned ‘The Mirror’,would be the recipient of it’s special powers”. And I remembered,also,how I had laughed,and chuckled,greatly amused,by the sheer absurdity,of the idea. Well,I wasn’t laughing,now.

Now,the image in ‘The Mirror’ was changing again,to another scene,and ‘The Mirror’ was taking me to another place,to another paradise. A fool’s paradise! Now,I knew I was on the edge of madness,as I prepared to announce,aloud,to myself,as though I was telling ‘The Mirror’ that I did not want to try to ward off this approaching,sweet madness,that I welcomed it,that I wanted to embrace it.

Now,in my own living room,and sitting in my most comfortable chair,in front of ‘The Mirror’,I announced aloud,”Mirror TV Productions,now presents,for david’s entertainment,’Foot Fetish In Paradise’!”,and I laughed aloud,happily,at the announcer’s announcement,to himself,who was also the only member of the audience,who was of course,me.

As I settled down to watch the latest ‘episode’,from ‘Mirror TV Productions’,the ‘programme’ had only been on for a minute,or so,when the familiar excitement began to grip me,and build,to a towering colossus,of intolerable excitement. A few minutes later,and I was yet again,soaring towards another mind shattering,body wracking,soul searing,climactic explosion,as ‘The Mirror’,for my exclusive entertainment,was playing out one of my most cherished fantasies,from my school days. OH…..MY……GOD!!!,I moaned,feverishly,my now familiar exclamation,of my amazed wonder,of my excited approval,and of my helpless,hopeless,despairing anguish,of ‘The Mirror’s fantastic,and diabolical ‘programme planning’.

But,now,just as my volcano was once again on the very brink of erupting,into yet another hot and explosive release,I heard the distinctive,unmistakable sound,of my front door being opened,and then closed,as Debbie let herself in with her own key,that I had given to her.

“Thanks a bunch,for visiting me in hospital,david!”,shouted Debbie,angrily,and sarcastically,as she slammed the front door closed.Then,Debbie shouted again. “Mum has come,david! To see her present!”.

It was Doris ’s birthday!!

THE MIRROR  continues,and concludes,in Part 5.