"I often enjoy this fantasy... I can imagine the scene in detail when I am playing with myself.... I nearly always come.
"Basically, I am in a bare, wood panelled room. The wooden floorboards are bare, and the formal sash-window looks out on to a garden.
"In one corner of the room is an old-fashioned, wooden, upright dressing mirror, tilted towards me so that I can see myself.
"And my lover.
"She is naked, save for sheer black stockings that accentuate her adorable olive skin. She has lithe, slim legs. Her breasts are boyish - small and firm.
I have tied her hands behind her back with thin cord at the wrists so that the back of her hands rest on her firm ass.
"She is gazing at me questioningly, but without saying anything. She can only make panting sounds.
"You see - she is wearing a ball-gag. Her crimson lips are parted in a lover's grimace by the red ball that presses into her mouth. Her nostrils are flared as they compete to breathe with the inward sucking of air through the small holes of the gag.
"She turns her gaze from me to the mirror. I have positioned her so that it frames her perfectly, from the tip of her dark hair to the polish on her toenails. She knows she must not move away, and is only allowed to bend forward.
"She is a mirror-slut: someone who loves looking at her own wantonness. I can tell she is wet even without catching the faint scent of her arousal. She gets turned on by her own body's reflection.
"The mirror never lies.
"I cup one of her ass cheeks with my hand. It fits perfectly into my palm and she tenses imperceptibly, alert to what is to follow. Her ass is cool and firm, and betrays little of the heat that lies within. Warmth that will be mine to take.
"I am standing close to her now, so that her hip nudges me.
"Still holding her ass, I caress her left breast, lifting it slightly, and then pinch one nipple, then the other, just a little, feeling them rise and swell to my touch.
"She flinches for a moment, and then relaxes.
