Contemplation

Like most days since she enslaved Alex, Lucy was watching her make a fool of herself on the floor. She had shoved a large vibrating dildo up her ass. Lucy liked to watch her spasm on the floor, but lately an ugly feeling was overcoming her.

"Alex, you love me, right?" Lucy stared past Alex when she asked this. Alex responded how she usually did, to an audience of none, as she continued to writhe. Lucy got up and went to the bathroom.

As she lumbered through the door, her eyes met herself, an occurrence she often didn't enjoy. "You look like shit," she said to the form in the mirror. "ALEX, COME HERE AND KISS ME," she shouted as if it were an emergency. Of course, Alex obeyed, caressing her mistress's body like a cat, moving in and adjusting to every micro-movement. Lucy melted into the body heat of her ass slave, numbing herself on love. This surely had to be love.

Lucy nuzzled into Alex. She wondered why she had so much. Why was she so talented, such an exceptional human being? Lucy understood it couldn't all be talent, but even then, what made her so driven to reach those heights she'd never see? Somewhere, there was a gap, and its infinite length separated her from them.

If there was a will to the universe, did it pick favorites?

Lucy started laughing into Alex, her mind racing. "Of course, of course, of course, of course, it's me. I must be the favorite!"

Lucy alone was given a miraculous gift, a gift so large she could fill any gap. She could see those heights on the shoulders of giants. She is loved; this must be love.

Lucy got up from Alex. She looked at the body beneath her, chiseled like a statue, like a living piece of art. She looked into her eyes and then started to strangle her. She could control whether she lived or died. Alex, to her credit, found this very erotic, her cock at full mast.

Lucy obliged her slave and jerked her off with her other hand. Alex whimpered at her touch like a dog. She was in control. She was loved.

Alex ejaculated like a cannon, the shot so powerful it cracked the mirror behind them. Lucy looked into the mirror and, for the first time, liked what she saw looking back.