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Subject: {ASSM} Mirrored Reversal (Chapter 3)
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Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2016 06:10:02 -0400
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Mirrored Reversal (Chapter  3)
 
    Fritz barking loudly as I turn  the key in the front door.  Pushing it 
open and kneeling down to ruffle and  scratch his head.  Feeling myself 
knocked over on my ass, head smacking on  the door as he pushes his snout into 
my crotch.  Holding his head in my  hands as I sit sprawled on the floor and 
pushing him back as I push myself to my  knees and finally to my feet.  
Walking to the back door and letting him  into the yard and closing it behind me 
as I look around the gloomy kitchen and  decide on some cold pizza from the 
fridge.
    Walking around totally  distracted, as I find a glass and a bottle of 
beer and throw a slice of pizza on  a plate.  Looking out and seeing that 
Fritz is ready to come back in,  checking his paws and wiping them clean as I 
pull off a piece of the pizza and  feed it to him.  Then filing his food dish 
and water bowl and setting them  down for him to eat.
    Cell phone and pizza, beer,  glass and a towel and I climb up to the 
second floor and then to the  attic.  Flipping on the electric light switch 
and seeing the gloom turn to  a starkly bright illumination, that doesn't 
quite reach the corners.  The  bare bulb distracting from the quaint subdued 
darkness that natural light lends  to the attic.  Sitting down with my beer and 
pizza supper and munching  slowly as I look into the mirror, looking for 
the answers and questions that I  can't quite frame in my mine.
    The pizza taking the edge off of  my hunger and the beer washing it 
down nicely; but needing more.  Taking  the glass from the floor and the half 
bottle of scotch and pouring myself a  strong drink of the Johnny Walker 
Double Black.  The first sip making me  shiver inside as it slides down.  Then 
the second one soothing and calming  me as I stand up and slip my button 
shirt and tank top off, then undoing the  skirt and sliding it down  my legs.  
    Standing naked in front of the  mirror and looking at the black and 
blue mottling in both of my breasts and the  teeth marks in the one.  Then eyes 
falling lower and seeing the again  overly swollen labia.  Not able to see 
any bruises, but feeling the  soreness as my finger pads touch the ridges.  
My thighs sticky on the  inside, as are the lips, sticky and coated with a 
sperm and my grease.  
    Hissing as my finger finds my  clit and brushes over the small button, 
then sliding it slowly through the  valley of my slit, feeling the walls wet 
and warm.  Lifting my eyes to the  face in the mirror now and seeing again 
the haggard look.  Thinking I can  see the arousal and need in the lines and 
planes of my face.  Taking a deep  breath and sitting down, legs spreading 
to expose the pink opening and sliding a  finger along the inner walls 
again.  Eyes closing as I slowly work   myself into a state of arousal.  Fingers 
dragging of the smooth pearl and  then pressing it like a button.
    Hearing the moans of passion and  need escaping my throat as I grab the 
realistic dildo and slip it slowly between  my cunt lips.   Holding my 
breath as I slide it deep, just a little  shaft and the ball sack sticking out.  
Then taking the six inch  vibrator and let it touch my clit, as I peel the 
folds back.  Turning it on  and feeling the steady rhythm of the vibrator, 
quickly massaging the clit till I  am sucking in my tummy to hold back the 
orgasm nestled in my core.  The  arousal building as I use one hand to feed 
the dildo in and out of my pussy,  feeling the walls gripping the thick shaft 
as it slowly fucks me.   Increasing the vibration and whimpering as I try to 
hold back.  The humming  loud in the room as I look into the mirror and 
seeing my hands working my needy  body and taking an orgasm with quick hard 
thrusts of my hand.  Grinding  the vibrator hard on the smooth clitoris and 
screaming wildly as I cum hard  on the dildo.  My walls rippling with one hard 
spasm after  another.  Eyes closed as I writhe and shake on the settee.  
    My hand shaking as I try to  press it to my clit; but the sensation is 
much too intense, as if like poles of  a magnet, pushing the vibe from my 
pearl.  Walls clamping and clenching and  slowly forcing the dildo from my 
pussy till I lay back just the head trapped in  my body, hanging obscenely from 
my cunt.
    Inhaling the thick musk  permeating the room as I fall back in a orgasm 
induced stupor.  Waking and  finding myself drooling on my body, the 
vibrator  buzzing alongside of me  and the dildo resting on the floor slimey and 
wet with my grease.
    Licking my scent and juices from  the vibrator and dildo tasting not 
only my cunt taste, but also sperm on the  dildo.   Eyes staring into the 
mirror at my sloppy opening as I  dry the toys on my towel.  Finishing the 
scotch in the glass and then  pouring more.  Grabbing the plate and beer bottle 
and walking naked down to  the kitchen and placing them in the sink and then 
to the bathroom to pee.  
    Seeing Fritz sleeping as I walk  back to my perch in the attic.  Laying 
back on the settee and drinking  more, knowing I have had enough; but safe 
in my home.
    Hearing the pit pat on the steps  of the attic and struggling up from 
my dazed rest as Fritz comes padding into  the attic.  Cursing myself, as I 
have never let him up here before.   One reason being this is my private 
refuge.  Another being this is where I  have been doing my masturbating and 
though he is my best friend.  He is  also not fixed.  He is all male.  And 
though he has accepted me as a  friend, he has been sniffing more then I think is 
necessary.
    Looking at him, and petting him  as he lays his head on my knees and 
feeling the tension as he sniffs and sniffs  again.  The scent of my arousal 
and orgasm still strong in my nostrils as I  push his head away and feel the 
lick of his tongue on my thigh.  
    The dog weight over 120 pounds  of solid muscle and holding his head 
back is not easy as I lean to kiss his head  and push him away.  Looking 
around for my clothing and thinking that I need  to get this dog to the doorway 
and shut it on him.  His whining loud as I  stand and try to pull him to the 
doorway.  
    Half bend over and stumbling as  I tug at his hard chest.  Falling down 
on my knees and feeling the wet cold  nose against my backside and jumping 
with a yelp of surprise.  His paw  swatting me and pushing me down as his 
tongue swipes again and licks the inside  of my thighs.  Feeling his fur 
tickling as try to push myself up; but now  feeling weak and helpless as his 
tongue swipes again on my thighs and  labia.  
    Whimpering as I can't escape as  I crawl on all fours so I can find a 
place to stand.  His tongue following  and making me jerk with each touch as 
I feel myself blushing with humiliation  and at the same time feeling 
pleasure from his attention.  Mewling as I  crawl back to the settee and grab the 
seat, but his tongue has drained me of  strength as I kneel in front of the 
huge dog.  My head resting on the seat  as I moan in pleasure, my legs 
spreading to expose my labia from behind as his  head lowers and then the long 
flexible tongue swipe the length of my cunt and  pushing between the lips.  
    My body trembling as I hang onto  the seat.  One hand trying to brush 
him away, as my nipples rub on the  rough embroidered fabric of the seat.  
Jolts of sensation shooting through  my body.  My legs spreading more allowing 
the dog more freedom to lick  deeper in my weeping cunt.
    The scent of my pussy strong as  I feel tears on my cheeks and turn to 
sit in front of the dog.  My legs  spread wide as the dog swipes from my 
asshole to my belly button with his long  thick wide tongue.  His panting loud 
in the room as are my moans as he  pushes the muscle between my lips and 
over my exposed clitoris.  My eyes  closing as I find my arousal once again 
building.  Legs shaking as I hold  his head, but not pushing it away, just 
holding it as one would a  lover.
    Finally not able to take anymore  and cumming hard on his tongue.  A 
long low whimper of pleasure as he  whines again.  Eyes opening and seeing the 
red tip poking from his  sheath.   Lost in the world of his tongue on my 
pussy, as I push his  head away and then turning over on all fours again, 
parting my legs wide and  raising my ass in the air.  Hearing the growl and then 
feeling the warm  breath on my ass and then the weight of the dog as his 
nails land on my back and  then reach to grip my waist.  
    Furrows of skin scratched from  my waist as the weight lands on my back 
and the dog walks forward on two legs,  till I can feel the slick warm cock 
against my inner thighs.  The dog  moving higher on my body, dog drool on 
my back and the warm breath scented with  his food blowing against my face.  
Reaching with one hand and guiding the  nasty feeling cock to my swollen 
cunt lips.  The hips already stabbing the  tip at my cunt as I center it and 
feel it bury deep into my molten  hole.
    My eyes rolling back as he walks  forward again and buries the cock in 
my cunt, in his bitch's cunt.  The  growl as his hips start to pump fast and 
hard.  The cock swelling and  lengthening inside of me and my walls 
squeezing on it again and again.   Eyes rolling back as I feel the knot push 
against my entrance, pressing it  deeper with strong thrusts til it is lodged in 
my cunt and then the spurting of  his cum into his bitch's womb.  Seeding me 
with thin cum and filling my  tunnel and womb opening.  Then feeling as he 
tries to pull back after  ejaculating deep in his bitch.  The knot embedded 
and lodged bulging my  cunt uncomfortable for long seconds and then pulling 
free as he reverses his  position driving me to the floor and pulling it free 
with a loud wet pop.   His cum washing out of my cunt in a flood to puddle 
between my  legs.
    My body shaking as feel it spasm  after he has vacated my cunt.  My 
fingers reaching under me and finding my  clit and rubbing hard on the button, 
till I scream in a hard body wrenching  release.  My ass shaking as my 
insides are roiling and more of the cum is  flushed out of my body to the floor.  
Whimpering long and hard, as I press  my fingers against the raw skin of my 
overloaded clit and shake and shudder in a  gut rending release.
    Rolling onto the floor and  pulling my legs up to my body in a fetal 
position as I rock on my  side.
    My sobbing continuing long after  my body has stopped twitching.  
Afraid to look into the mirror as I push  myself up to my knees, afraid to see 
the deviant that I have become.   Turning my back to the settee and just 
laying in the puddle of dog spunk as I  reach for the bottle of scotch and tip it 
directly into my mouth.  Trying  to burn the past few minutes from my mind 
and hopefully body.
    Finally the smell of my cunt and  the skank on the floor rousing me to 
look around and not seeing Fritz anywhere  in the shadows of the room.   
Struggling to  stand and walking to  the door and closing it as I feel more 
thin cum running them the inside of my  thighs and dripping from my cunt lips.
    Curling up on the settee and  falling into an uneasy sleep.  Waking 
minutes, hours maybe seconds  later.  Feeling the bruising of my cunt throbbing 
as I unfurl my body from  the chair and sit facing my destiny once more.  
My nakedness, showing my  vulnerability.  Looking between my legs at the 
bruised and wet slickness  and then to the puddle on the floor between my feet.  
The moisture not a  thick white; but more a thin cloudy.
    Swiping my hand and licking the  dog cum from my cunt.  Then falling to 
my knees on the floor and licking at  the puddle of jism.  Tasting my 
depravity in every lick.
    Standing and moving to the  mirror, touching it, one glyph at a time 
and frustrated or drunk or both, taking  five frantic tries to get the 
reversal.  Looking at a man that is as  haggard as the woman looked ten minutes 
ago.  Inspecting and not seeing any  marks on my breasts or pubic area.  
    Struggling again to reverse, and  seeing the woman appearing again, 
bruises and all.  The warm stinging of  the shower taking away from of the 
soreness; but not the mottling of my skin and  the teeth marks on the breast.
    More aspirins, to dull the pain  and help with the alcohol to put me 
into a deep sleep.  Sunday morning  bright and streaming into my eyes as I lay 
on the bed, finding the sheets  sweated and wet as I force myself to stand 
and then take more aspirin and  another hot shower.  
    Cursing as I reach the kitchen  and find a puddle on the floor from my 
friend Fritz.  Opening the door and  chasing him into the yard, as I kneel 
down and clean the floor with paper towels  and wipes.  Just what I fucking 
need, the dog getting bad  habits.
    Then laughing as I think of his  pissing on the floor and weighing it 
against him fucking me in the attic.   What is really the bad habit.  Fritz 
happy again with his toilet completed  for the morning.  A fresh bowl of food 
and fresh water.
    The coffee, not the first,  second or third mug fully waking me up.  
Finally sitting, listening to the  S & M Album of Metallica and thinking on 
the past couple of days and how I  have progressed from mild masturbation to 
rough sex.  Not sure who I am  anymore or what I am or want.
    Resolving to not go back to the  bar.  Number one on my list, Number 
two I think is to use cologne on my  pussy and try to distract my in house 
lover.  Knowing it is not  safe  to be aroused in the house with no clothes on 
and doors open.  That really  was the reason, I left the door open to the 
attic and I think the sexual tension  is more intense in that room or maybe 
more intense in me as I have allowed  myself to explore.
    Trying to decide on whether to  be me or be me this day.  The stress of 
the past two days more then this  body should absorb, cupping my hand 
between my legs and gently massaging the  still swollen flesh.  Not looking down, 
not wanting to see what I have  allowed to happen.
    Robe tight around me as I take a  steaming mug of coffee up to the 
attic and thinking I should go back to who I  was months ago.  Stripping the 
robe off and seeing the yellowing around my  breasts and bruising between my 
thighs.  Not sure who is responsible for  the bruises on my thighs, John or 
Fritz.  Laughing softly at what John  would think if he knew a dog gave me 
more pleasure then he did.  Giggling  girlishly again.
    Stepping to the mirror and  feeling the blur of the moment take me and 
seeing the man again.  Shaking  my head how I can be so much heavier in 
weight and taller in stature as I change  back and forth, in addition to the 
physical body changes and emotional  difference.
    Looking down at my body and  trying to remember when I have fucked a 
woman, how long since I have done more  then masturbated.  Grasping my penis 
and working it slowly as I think of  Patrice, the woman I might have been.  
Feeling my cock swell, lengthening,  hardening.  The flared head inflating 
and thrusting proudly from my thatch  of dark brown pubic hair.  Sitting back, 
as I feel the arousal filling not  just my cock; but also filling my head 
with images of Patrice and my  friends.  Patrice and my dog.  Thinking how 
this is the woman I might  have been and finding it erotic as I jack hard, 
feeling the cum rise in my heavy  nuts and arc into the air and splatter on the 
floor, most likely where the  puddle of cum pooled the night before.  
Breathing heavy and milking the  shaft of the last few droplets, licking them 
from the spongy head, tasting my  cum.  
    The organ disgorging blood and  softening as I sit looking into the 
mirror.  Then looking at it nestling  like a bird in a nest amongst my pubic 
hair.
    Sipping the mug and wondering  who I am right now, later, tomorrow next 
week, next month, next  year.
    Then standing and reversing  again to become Patrice.  Thinking that 
this isn't The Portrait of Dorian  Gray, but more Dr Jeckel and Mrs. Hyde.  
The laughter forced as I look into  the hazel eyes of Patrice once more.  The 
bruises especially on the breast  quite noticeable; but I have gained some 
cosmetic skills and should be able to  hide the worse of it under makeup.  
Not that I plan on exposing my breasts,  or do I.
    Resolving to not get drunk  tonight and jeopardize my Monday thru 
Friday job.  Picking up my mug and  looking disapprovingly at the floor as I step 
back into the jism staining the  floor.  Feeling a moment of excitement and 
kneeling down as I lick at the  seed from my other.  Tasting it and 
thinking it is sweeter then that of  John, or George or Fritz.
    Cleaning the floor and picking  up my mug and belting my robe around 
again and taking the stained towel from the  settee.  Looking around and then 
walking down stairs to finish my pot of  coffee and decide on toning down my 
escapades for the day.  
    Maybe watch some golf or bowling  or a curling match for my excitement 
today and tonight.  Or maybe google  sewing or crocheting.  Wondering why I 
didn't get to this age with any  skills other then what my other had.  This 
spell or curse or whatever, why  is there no directions on how it works, 
other then the instruction my cousin  gave me long ago.  
    Putting a notation on the pad by  the coffeepot.  "Look for letters or 
books or papers in the attic about the  antique."  Still not sure if when I 
change again, I will remember what I  thought before.  So far no glitches.
    
    
    
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