Me, Myself & Annie

I have recently been discussing mirror play with my friend Annie and how much I like it. My friend likes to hear about what I do and what I fantasize about when I am looking at myself. She says she masturbates thinking about what I do...

My followers will surely know about my interests in this kind of pleasuring oneself and also that I started it when I was a girl, tucked safely away in my room at night. I liked the lights low, so there was mystery; I could fantasize that I was with someone else, my crush, who liked to watch me masturbate. I stared into the glass that was mounted inside my closet door, my secret girlfriend waiting in there, waiting for me to let her out when everyone else had gone to bed. I waited for the sounds of the house to subside, the teeth brushing, the last few words exchanged between my parents, the doors closing with a click of the latch...a click that set me off...off to my world, my crush, my lover...

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I said goodnight to my parents and went upstairs to get ready for bed. I decided to dress up a little tonight....a white blouse and a black skirt and some nice, comfy panties. I sat on my bed, having dressed to suit my mood, and when all was quiet, I walked to my closet and invited her into my room to look, swinging the door so that I could watch her from the foot of my bed. I returned to the bed and sat at the end of it looking at my friend. I always set the lights low, so there was a soft yellow glow over me. The light from my desk raked across me, creating highlights. It was such a turn on...!

I watched in the mirror as my hands began caressing my knees and raised the hem of the skirt a little. It was pleated and ended just above the knee and I stared as my thighs started to come into view. My legs were open slightly and I let my hands caress the inside of my thighs a little. I opened a little more. I felt a tingling below, and I knew...I knew what I desired...I smiled and looked up at my friend's face...smiling back at me, so softly, so quietly...I looked over my body and then at my blouse and decided to open a few buttons. I start at the top and undo the first three. I open the collar a little to look. I see my skin...the rise of my breasts. I pull my nipples softly through the fabric. They are very sensitive. This is all so new to me and so intoxicating. How come nobody told me...?!

I am mesmerized now staring at my small breasts hidden by the fabric of my blouse, my fingers caressing, tugging softly. I deicide to undo the rest of the buttons and see how that feels. I never quite know how my time will be spent...it's part improvisation and part experimentation. I watch as my hands continue with my blouse, shaking a little with excitement and nervousness. Done...I open the blouse, but not all the way...I liked to tease myself relentlessly, and still do...

I see my breasts coming into view, the light glancing across the folds of the cloth. I stare at the tableau I have laid out and think about what I want next. What will take me away this night? I crane my neck and look at the skin there and my hair falling on my shoulders. I push the hair back revealing more of my neck and stretch myself. The blouse opens more when I do this...still so hidden...so veiled...my hands return to the hem of my skirt and I raise it more, bringing my thighs into full view. I am loving being here with my friend and part my legs a little. It is dark between my thighs, in shadow. I undo the catch at the top of the skirt and open it, fanning it out on my bed on either side of me. I can see my panties now. They are a dark pink, a kind of coral color. I like them. They are very comfy and sexy to me. I want to buy some underwear that is more kind of sexy and revealing, but I am too shy at this point to go into a store and even look at what I want. I know that when I finally get up the nerve to, it will make my sessions with my friend so much better. I look at the ads in magazines and wish that I looked like some of the women...even just a little...

I open my legs a little more, sliding closer to the mirror. I look again at my friend there opposite me and look down to see the wetness on her panty. This pushes me over the edge and my hand moves to the spot. Now I can begin in earnest. It is all quiet in the house. I feel happy being alone, and so turned on being with my friend. I open a bit more...

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I open up my messaging on my iPad and say hello to Annie. She is there and we begin to exchange pleasantries. We also have a loving friendship that includes our day-to-day, however, we both know why we are here this evening. I should say that Annie is my Mistress. I am devoted to her and her pleasure is of paramount importance to me. When I tell her about what I am doing it is to give her pleasure. She loves to hear about it, and she rewards me well. That I get pleasure from this encounter is essential for both of us, but secondary.

I tell Annie that I am about to get in the shower. She asks me if I am dressed. I tell her that I am, but I am about to undress. She tells to go into my bathroom and stand at the mirror. I walk from the kitchen to my bathroom, beginning to unbutton my shirt. I look down, imagining what I will tell my Mistress tonight. I stand in front of the mirror. The only light in the room is the glow of the light from the kitchen drifting in through the open door. I like to look at myself with the door open. It feels a little public, though no one is in the house at the moment. It still adds a layer of excitement to my desire to display.

I set the tablet on the marble countertop, propped up so I can see our dialogue.

'Are you in the bathroom?'

'Yes...'

'Tell...'

'I am unbuttoning my shirt...'

'Mmm...that sounds nice...I like that...are you wearing underwear?'

'No...'

'Pants?'

'A skirt...'

'More............my Rae...'

"Yes...as you wish...'

I gazed at the mirror and finished unbuttoning my blouse. I had come to the place in this scenario where I detach, in my mind, from seeing my body in the mirror and starting to see my partner's. When it goes well, this feels very powerful and this erotic sensation informs my communication with Annie. It is the base from which we interact.

'Open your blouse.'

I open my blouse and see my breasts. I take a deep breath and turn slightly to look at them from another angle. I feel the blood moving down below, my nakedness under my skirt delivering palpable sensations. I shake my hips gently so I can feel the cloth moving over my bush, sending little signals to my mound...just the slightest of sensations. God, it feels good! My hands cover my nipples and I squeeze my breasts. I flatten my palms and draw circles over my hard nipples, staring at myself.

'I have opened my blouse...'

'Yes.'

'I am rubbing my nipples...'

'Yes...'

'They are erect...feeling so nice...'

'Yes.........my Rae.......'

'Mistress.....please?'

'Please what?'

'More...?'

'More what?'

'Let me..........more?'

'In good time...'

I always think of the Wicked Witch of the West telling Dorothy, 'All in good time, my little pretty. All in good time...'

I begin to fall into a sexual trance, giving over to Annie, my beautiful domme. Being her servant brings me, and her, such pleasure, and now that pleasure is a taste...I lick my lips.

'Keep pulling......harder.'

I do as Annie tells me, becoming more excited as I issue little pangs of pain to my hard nipples. There are few things that get me going more than this, having my breasts tugged at by someone...with tugging them myself a close second. It feels like a gateway d**g...

'Rae...?'

'...yes......'

I am so far away.

'I am touching my mound...please join me. Be my mirror...'

I can barely read the PMs, I feel so dr*nk with mounting excitement. I decide to send my Mistress a little present. She has not requested anything and I run the risk of angering her, but I decide it is worth it. I pull on my nipples hard making them thick, then wet them by drooling onto them. I pull more, spreading my saliva around. I pick up the tablet and switch to the camera, bringing it up in selfie mode. I can see the image of myself in the mirror and I smile at the seeming paradox of this...or should I say parallax?

I snap a few shots. The soft orange light from the kitchen highlights my breasts, the tips glistening and so stiff. I choose one and send it to Annie, then set the iPad back on the counter. There is a pause. She is writing.

'Rae...............you look lovely...'

'Thank you, Mistress...you have caused me to be in this state...'

'More...?'

'Yes, if it pleases...'

These days, I have started to speak like my favorite characters in Game of Thrones...

'It does please, my devoted servant...raise your skirt...'

To do this, I must leave my breasts alone, which saddens me, but the path we have chosen is so true and along the way, things will develop that will please Annie more than this. I comply by lifting my skirt...slowly. I look, and as I do, I ache. Showing myself for my Mistress thrills me....always.

My thighs...

The top of my thighs...

I begin to see my hair hidden in the shadow of my skirt. It carries me away...to my younger days, in my room, with my 'friend'...my secret closet lover...I close my eyes and raise my skirt, knowing I am in full view now. I open my eyes and look...the defined triangle of my fur atop my vulva. I turn to light myself more...I must show Annie....I must. I reach for the tablet and take a few pictures, framing them in different ways.

'Still there, Rae?'

'Yes.......'

'What are you up to?'

'Just a little something for my love....' I attach a photo and hit the arrow. This moment is so exciting to me, putting myself in front of my lover, displaying myself in such an intimate manner, hoping to thrill the other person...it makes me pulse. I feel the throbbing down below...my head swims and feels light...and I want more...more teasing more display, more intimacy.

'Mmm, Rae....I may need to get off my feet now.....'

'Ma'am?'

'Yes, I am going to head to my bed. Won't you join me?'

'Yes, Mistress, could I....?'

'Please....'

I was beside myself now. This turn of events was new. I dropped my skirt and grabbed my tablet and headed upstairs to my bedroom. Once there I turned on the bedside light, pulled down the comforter and set up a couple pillows to lean against. I undid my skirt, let it drop to the floor and climbed onto my bed. I got settled in adjusted the light to be soft, but allowed for some definition depending on how I turned. I felt like a professional photographer setting up my shot. I opened up Hangouts.

There was a photo waiting for me. I looked at it and my heart skipped a beat. It was Mistress, from neck to top of thighs. She was wearing only a bra and panty, a matching set, shear black with lace.

'O Mistress....surely I don't deserve to be in the presence of such beauty...'

'You flatter me, but it also excites'

I opened my thighs a little, moving my hand across my stomach and down to the top of my hair. I pull on my bush a little, teasing my opening, then proceed, letting my fingers glide across my open vulva. I am very wet. I tease myself, opening my slit, touching here and there gently...softly...sliding...

Another message...a photo of Mistress with her hand at her breast pinching her nipple through her bra. I can see the dark nipple through the sheer fabric, hard and extended...poking. Her other nipple is soft. I want her very badly and I set my camera up, flipping to selfie mode and take a shot of my pelvis area, my legs partially open, my vulva in shadow, the top of my fur visible. I return to the messenger and attach the shot and hit 'return'...

'Mmm...my darling, you do entice your Mistress...'

She goes off.

Another photo pops up. She has pulled one of the cups away from her breast, her dark brown nipple standing straight out. I am beside myself with excitement. My hand travels automatically down, my thighs opening as if I have no choice...I touch my wet clitoris, now craving excitement. It is protruding from it's hood...so ready...

For some reason, I think of Freud. I took a course at college and studied his work on deep-seated desires and reaction. But enough of that…

Another shot, this time both her breasts are exposed, being pushed up by her bra, their nipples up and erect, their tips a deep red. Mistress is so unbelievably beautiful. I hardly think that I am deserving of her attention, even though she says I am very deserving...very...or so she says. I feel it though, and while our relationship is one of domme/sub with an occasional switch, we are not engaged in any humiliation of feelings of inadequacy. That feels so good to me and why I return to this well so often. I open more, sliding my middle finger in all the way to my knuckle. I ready the camera, though it is becoming somewhat of a challenge, with such excitement needing to be addressed...I lean over and take the shot, awkward as it may be. It isn't great, but certainly captures my moment. I load it and send it.

'My Rae.....I am impatient...I want more...I want to watch you in real time......'

'Ohh?'

I see the request for a video call pop up. Goodness! Now what?! So thrilling, yet so scary too...uncharted territory...I trust my lover so much, though, and knowing that this is a place that I may not return from tonight, I agree to cam with Annie. I set about setting up the tablet so I can show my Mistress what I hope she wishes to see. She will tell me, though, I know she will...

I watch as she tugs on her nipples, her beautiful fingers pulling, her breasts coming out of her bra. I am on automatic pilot it seems, fingering myself, sliding in and out of my wetness, drawing circles over my bud. It feels unbelievably good and I can just stare and watch Annie as she gives herself pleasure.

'My Rae...……...'

Hearing her voice startles me.

A moment...

'Yes...so yours......all yours this night...…...giving over to you is such ecstasy……...'

I watch as Mistress reaches around and unhooks her bra, letting it slide it off her arms. It lays at the base of her stomach and her hands return to her nipples. She pinches them, then cups her breasts, holding them from the bottom, offering them to me. Her nipples stand out and I feel my orgasm building. I wish that I was in her bed, so I could lick and suck her. She adjusts her camera a little and the view scans down into her lap. I see her bra laying there, her legs closed and her panties still on. She hooks them with her thumbs and begins to slip them off. I watch intently as her fur comes into view. I am caressing my clitoris madly now, pinching and rubbing while Mistress slowly reveals herself to me, knowing what she is doing, teasing me so hard, controlling my sensations. I am a very willing participant.

I watch as Annie keeps going. She tosses the bra on the floor and slips her panty lower, being coy, hiding herself....She removes the panties off her ankles, showing me her feet.

'Golly.....!!'

'My Rae....'

Mistress straightens her legs and opens them, her hand covering her mound, her middle finger clearly inside herself. I gaze as she slowly fucks herself, her palm banging against her vulva.

'Oh, Rae....'

'Yes, Mistress?'

She ups the tempo, gently pounding now. She opens her thighs more.

'Oh.....god.....coming...…..my beauty.........….'

'Take me, Mistress...…….'

My orgasm explodes. I hear her coming and watch while she rocks and thrusts, her iPad shifting around until I can only make out some undetermined skin, probably her thigh or calf. The waves flow through me, my climax taking over. I tilt my head back and close my eyes, my middle finger deep in me, feeling the walls, my palm rubbing my button while I buck.

I quiet...

'So deep, Mistress, thank you...'

'There is no need to thank me. Thank yourself for the gift you give to me, my devotee...'

'O yes...….'

She is right again.


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Dedicated to my dear Mistress Annie, so quiet now, so far away...miss her so...really so.....