#lipstik

It started as innocent fun

But the deeper he sunk his teeth into her the more she craved his control- needed it. His voice bounced around her mind and behind her glassy eyes was nothing but thoughts of his grip. The grip he had over her. Over her mind. He had slowly inched his way into every fiber of her being. It was almost effortless for him to make her into his perfect little toy.

He stood behind her as she prepped herself for the day. He loved watching her make herself up. She glowed before she started and he was always sure to note that. But there was always something that shifted in her when she finishes that last coat of mascara. She looks at herself the way he does when his mind races about their time together. “Here” he stated as his hand swiftly grabbed something from her makeup bag. “Try it”. He handed her a lipstick that she had forgotten about. Slowly she grabbed the tube from him chuckling under her breath. The tube read “just bitten” on the bottom making the corners of her mouth turn up.

“Put it on sweet girl. I think you might like it” her eyes caught his lustful gaze in the mirror, still smirking. He slightly raised his left eyebrow and the smile melted from her face. He meant it. She leaned into her reflection slowly and methodically began to apply the candy apple red lipstick.

He brushed her hair off of her shoulder and leaned in closely “So pretty for Master” the words fell from his lips and grazed her ear. A wave of pleasure rushed down her spine and then back up landing in her throat. “Yes Master. So pretty for you”.

“Good fucking girl!” His voice almost a growl.

It only took this one interaction to solidify how much she loves making herself up for her Master. She was, after all, prettier this way.