She was gone for several minutes, leaving me with the glaze slowly drying on my face. I could hear her moving around the house but had no idea what she was doing. I tried getting out of the restraints, but Tracey had tied me up pretty tightly. There was no way to get out of the wrist restraints, and without my hands free I wasn't going to get my ankles untied either. I was completely helpless and had no idea what was going to happen to me. All I knew for sure was that I could still taste my daughter's pussy and her boyfriend's cum, and it was turning me on even though I was still terrified.
After what seemed like forever Tracey came back into the bedroom, still nude. I almost died when i saw that she was holding a digital camera and a small zipper case. She set them both on the table beside the bed, then unzipped the case... I now recognized it as her makeup bag. She sorted through it a bit and laid out some lipstick, mascara and other items.
"Now, Daddy, I want you to keep perfectly still so I only have to do this one time. Don't fuck this up or I'll have to let people know about your little hobby." I nodded, speechless, and she started applying makeup. Not a lot, but I got blush, mascara, eye liner and some bright red, shiny lipstick. I'm sure I looked ridiculous, especially with my crew cut hair, but she seemed pleased with the result.
Next she picked up the camera and ignored my pleading with her to not take pictures. For the next ten minutes she shot picture after picture of me, from every angle. She got my face and my body stretched out on the bed. She took closeup pictures of my soaking wet panties, then pulled my cock out and took pictures of it as well. She must have taken at least two or three dozen pictures from every angle, most of which would surely show me with my eyes closed and tears of shame and humiliation rolling down my face.
"There we go. Now I have some guarantee that you'll behave and do what I want, Daddy. You're my bitch now, and I'm going to take full advantage of it! Now, as long as you do what I tell you nobody will know a thing. Well, almost nobody anyway, I haven't decided yet. But I won't fuck up this arrangement if you don't. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head, still with tears in my eyes.
"Speak up, sissy. I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" And to emphasize what she meant, I could feel the sharp sting of her palm against my cheek with each word. I finally was able to speak, but my voice sounded like a scared child's.
"Yes."
"Yes, WHAT?" Another slap.
"Yes, Tracey."
Another slap. "No, bitch! When we're alone, you WILL call me Mistress! You can act like we're still Daddy and daughter when there are people around, I don't want everyone thinking I'm some sort of perv. But when it's just you and me, I am the BOSS, and you will treat me accordingly! Understand?"
"Y-yes, Mistress." That earned me a pat on the crotch and a "Good boy."
