She watched him back up and close the lipstick. He reached into his pocket and took out his phone.
"Keep your mouth in that position. You look perfect."
Michelle remained as still as she could. Under his breath, Tim offered a "perfect" as he looked at the image on his screen. He then turned the phone to show Michelle how she looked.
Michelle felt two of Tim's fingers gently pressing up on her chin. She took this as a non-verbal cue that she was allowed to break the current position her mouth was in. Her eyes bulged and she let out a soft
"fuuuck"
as she saw the screen. Her blonde hair mussed with the look of someone who had just woken up. She also knew, as did Tim, that the hair also carried the look of someone who had fucked all night long. Then there was her face. Her eyes were wide. Her lips covered in a slutty red gloss that was not as neatly adhered as it would have been had she applied the lipstick herself. She now also saw what Tim had done to each of her cheeks. He had written letters - W H on her right cheek, and R E on her left cheek. With her red mouth forming the 'O' her face now adorned the word WHORE. Michelle felt a wild combination of emotions as she looked at herself. In one picture Tim had captured what she truly was. She was a whore and she loved it. She was ready to submit to Tim in a way she never had before.
For the first time she spoke. Her eyes peered at him,
"I'm ready, daddy."
Upon hearing these words, Tim smirked and replied with one simple word,
"good."
**********
The sexual tension in the room was high. Possibly the highest Tim and Michelle Moody had ever experienced together. These two people who have had countless sexual encounters and exploits together both knew they were embarking into unchartered waters. There was a moment of silence between them. Standing less than a foot apart, and while they may be eye-to-eye, they each knew they were not equals in this moment. After what felt like an eternity, Tim finally spoke.
"Do you feel the need for a safe word?"
Michelle blinked and without a moment of hesitation or thought, she replied with a confident,
"No, sir."
Sir. That was an unusual word for them. Typically, he was 'daddy', but this morning the term sir seemed to fit better. A word of respect and subservience. Once again, Michelle watched as he smirked. Tim moved towards her and around to her back. Once there, he began to offer her a series of small kisses. They began at the back of her right shoulder. He was careful to kiss around the leash still dangling over that shoulder. Slowly, he moved his lips towards the center of her body, and as he did his hands began to softly run up and down her sides. His hands felt so good as did his kisses. Minimal pressure was applied by either his lips or his hands, but the sensation of contact was amazing for her. Tim's left hand left her side and moved to the nape of her neck. There, he moved her hair to one side which allowed his mouth to make its way up the right side of her neck before landing at that tender spot just under her ear. She felt his tongue for the first time. It flicked behind her ear and then at her earlobe moments before his lips attached themselves to the lobe. Michelle let out a long moan while Tim took his time alternating between kissing, sucking, licking and nibbling at her ear. Once again, she felt as though she could orgasm from the simplest of things - a kiss on the ear. Tim then released her ear and whispered to her.
"You are my slut this morning. Nothing more. I do not care about your pleasure. The only person who's pleasure matters is mine."
Michelle could now feel Tim's strong right hand planted firmly on her right hip. She had never heard Tim speak to her this way. She loved it.
"Do you have drool in your mouth?"
he asked. "Yes, sir."
"Look at the bed. All of the items I have laid out are the only items I need for our playtime this morning. Do you notice any lubricant?"
Michelle's eyes scanned the foot of the bed and no lubricant was found.
"No, sir."
"That's right. We are only going to use whatever natural lubricant you can create and emit from your holes."
Tim's right hand left her waist and moved up towards her mouth. With his hand at her chin he cupped it and continued speaking,
"Now, I want to plug your ass, so unless you want me to shove that plug from the bed into your tight little asshole raw you had better give me every drop of saliva you have right now."
Michelle shivered at his words. She was so excited to be treated in a way no man had ever treated her before. Yes, Michelle had been fucked and used countless times in her life, but not like this. She had never been taken in a methodical manner, nor had she been mentally stimulated and challenged in this way. All of it excited her beyond comprehension. With Tim's hand pressing against her chin, Michelle carefully opened her mouth and filled his hand with the warm fluid. Tim then adjusted himself as he moved his hand away from her mouth while simultaneously providing her with the next steps he wanted her to take,
"I want you to listen carefully. I'm going to give you a few steps to follow. I know that you're a stupid cunt, but I'm expecting you to keep these instructions in your head. First, without using your hands or dropping to your knees, you are to get the plug from the bed into your mouth. You'll leave it in your mouth until I ask for it. Once you have done that, you'll move yourself forward and bend the top half of your body over so that it is resting on the bed. Then, you are going to reach around yourself, and pull these disgustingly fat ass cheeks apart so I can drop this drool onto your asshole. Is this understood?"
Michelle's head was spinning. She was fully capable of following multi-step directions with ease, but somehow she was struggling to do so with any semblance of confidence. Once again, she replied with a simple and dutiful,
"Yes, sir."
With that acknowledgement, she began the task at hand.
