The Perfect Beginning Ch. 10

"Please," he begged. 

As he obeyed her command, spoke the plea, his lips involuntarily kissed her panties.  She wiggled her bottom as she pushed her perfect bottom back a little and into her bottom went Tim's smoothly shaven face.  "Again."

"Please," he whimpered and shook with desire.

Pushing back just a little more and with Tim's lips just barely touching her anus, through her panties, "Again," she commanded.

"Please," he whispered in breathy, abject need; his body was literally shaking.  

The plea served as a whispered kiss on Michele's pretty anus which caused a sudden intake of breath.  She felt a tingle run up and down her spine.  Michele's eyes were closed and her lips were pursed in ecstasy, she breathed deeply.  To Michele, it felt:

...reeeeeeeally fucking good!  Wow! 

She looked off to the side and enjoyed their reflection in the mirror.  The vision of Tim's face pushed deeply into her out thrust ass was at once obscene, erotic and beautiful.  She arched her back, causing her round, bubbled bottom to both splay and thrust out all the more. 

She knew she looked good.  In fact, she knew she looked wickedly sexy. 

Certainly, having Tim's face buried deep in her ass made her feel even prettier.  Just like Tim, she saw the rightness in this.  She knew he belonged behind and beneath her.   His face belonged in her ass. 

He belongs in my ass. 

She looked smoldering hot even to herself.  Yet she also looked somehow dignified as well. 

Tim simply looked well used. 

Seeing it and feeling it quickened her breathing and sent goosebumps at attention.  She intuitively understood this as a profound ceremony, a marriage of sex, love and power. 

Although Michele had released Tim's long hair, by his own accord, he kept his face deep in the cleft of her bottom.  She could hear that his breath was troubled, yet there he remained, kissing her deeply through her hot, ever dampening panties. 

Even when he can hardly breath, he stays like a good servant.  Bow down to Princess and serve her!

She smiled to herself.  Of course he was doing his slow dog humping.

With Tim's face pushed deep into Michele's magnificent ass, they each experienced a sense of profound spiritual connection to one another.  Tim was so blissed out, he could not think; he was in a sex daze and could not have been more in love.  He felt love and desire in his single minded drive to please both Princess and the love of his life.  He experienced deep and intense physical and emotional connection to the only person who really mattered to him.  He experienced profound physical, sexual hunger mixed with spiritual ease and contentment. 

This is where I belong.

He was so happy, he felt like a little boy in his own personal Disneyland.

For Michele, seeing him as he was, she'd never been more sure that Tim was "The One."  As far as she was concerned, this was as significant and vital as any marriage ceremony.  Like spanking, she knew this amazing and intensely sexual ritual would be repeated many times in the future as a means of pleasure and as a way for them to reaffirm their unspoken vows.  This was now, and would forever be a part of their relationship. 

Since Michele was a firm believer that actions spoke louder than words, Tim kissing her asshole was of greater significance than a formal "I do."  His kiss on her ass combined the promise of an "I do," with the most deferential gesture she could imagine any boy giving a woman.  He was demonstrating the devotion of a true supplicant.

And he was not just kissing her ass.  He was kissing her ass with feeling, like he really meant it.  She could feel how important it was to him.

He needs this.

Smug did not even begin to describe how she felt about herself.

When his lips traced lightly over her bottom, when he kissed gently over her panties, she felt pretty, like a Princess.  It was so delicate and she fully appreciated her little girl sensibilities. 

When he buried his face in her hot ass, she felt totally wicked, sexy and deeply horny, an under-school sex-queen.  Either way, she felt fully alive, powerful, truly superior and amazingly self satisfied.  

Again Michele appreciated the view in the mirror. 

She'd always enjoyed a very profound and powerful sex drive and a highly sensitive and attuned body.  In the years since her blockers stopped working, she'd only become more sexual. While in control of it all, she'd never burned with as much sexual pleasure as she did in this period of her life. She knew appetite would continue to grow.

She admired herself.  She looked wicked and sexy with Tim's face in her ass.  She thought her ass looked really, really good all splayed and pushed out.  It was very round, very firm and very feminine.  Slowly she slipped off her t-shirt to admire her firm breasts.  They were pleasingly sensitive and her nipples were, almost as ever, fully erect.  She cradled them with her hands and drew them up and slightly together. 

Mmmmmmmm 

She loved the way she looked and it only added to her already profound arousal.  

She knew where this was going, but she enjoyed each moment so intensely, she was in no hurry to move it along to its natural conclusion.  She'd just enjoy letting Tim smother himself deep inside her ass. 

That's right my love, feed your need.  Feed on my pretty, little-girl bottom.  Feed your addiction to me.  Feed.

After a few moments, she adjusted their position by laying tummy down on the couch.  They spent the longest time meditating with one another focusing on servitude and pleasure.  A half hour passed in a hot, wet, blur before Tim sheepishly emerged, face red and sweaty, and Michele knew exactly what he'd say.  She loved that she was always at least one step ahead of him.  "Ms. Michele...Princess, would it be alright if...can I please...I mean, may I please take down your panties?"

Michele smirked.  "Who sets your schedule?"

"You do," Tim said desperately.

"Will there be any more sassiness about it?  A sass-mouth does not get to give Princess Kisses."

"No, I promise."

"Who is my eager and obedient little ass-kisser?"

"I am."

"This is your place, Timmothy."

In eager agreement, "I know, I know, it's where I belong."  It was a good feeling for both of them and for Tim, profoundly reassuring.

"Should my little ass kisser ever argue with me?"

"No, never."

"Pledge you obedience to Princes."

"I am devoted to you, Princes.  I will obey you in all things, forever.  I am yours.  I belong to you."

"In that case, I suppose you can, but take them off slowly and start off with gentle kisses."  

He took a long minute to get her panties down to mid-thigh and when he did, she whirled and slapped him viciously across the face.  "I said slowly!" she hissed. 

Michele couldn't help it, sometimes when she got horny, she loved to smack her bitch up.  There were times when she was really horny and a good, solid face slap was almost as satisfying as an O and on several occasions she had enjoyed an orgasm from slapping her boy. 

After he apologized and she saw an honest mixture of fear, contrition and profound sexual need, she felt tender affection for her boy once more. 

"Try again, baby boy," she said in the most genuinely gentle and loving tone.

In moments like these, Michele so appreciated the freedom to be herself.  She loved that she could unapologetically ride her moods and that they could change from moment to moment.  Michele was a very capricious and passionate young woman and was propelled by strong feelings and she felt so fortunate that she'd been able to create a world with Tim in which she did not have to hide any of it. 

Although she knew she often frightened him, he loved to be near her fire.  He might have been frightened, but he was so turned on by her heat.  And his fear of her aroused her.  She knew they made a perfect circle as she got so turned on by frightening and hitting him.  

She did not like to think of it as "hitting" as that was wrong.  Things were so different with Tim and she allowed herself to think of it more as an expression of passion, concern, irritation and strangely, love and kindness...after all, he did long for it.  She smiled warmly as she realized she could share her kindness with her needy boy with slaps like that all night long.  The idea of her slaps being a kindness almost made her cum.

He started over and must have spent ten minutes teasing them down.  He spent the next twenty beautiful minutes teasing them both with tender kisses and delicate licks to her magnificent, fully exposed ass cheeks.  He was shaking with anticipation and need.

Tim once more sank his face deep into Michele's smooth, tight, perfect and beautiful bottom.  These were the most peaceful times for Tim, the times he abandoned all need to salvage dignity and bolster his ego.  Ms. Krista was right, when he accepted who he was, he experienced the most peace. 

As tranquil as he was emotionally, he could not have been more worked up physically.  He felt utterly compelled to give to Michele in what should be a deeply shameful way.  He was totally engulfed by her strong ass and breathing was difficult and his face was very hot and sweaty.  He did not care.  In fact, he got a profound comfort from it, a sense of emotional safety.  He even found himself gently pushing her cheeks together, smothering himself more deeply in her hot, wet muscular bottom, for he loved the sense of helplessness he felt while smothering in her pretty, round butt. 

Ironically, in addition to many other feelings, he felt safe here; even with it being so hard to breath.  Here in her hot, wet bottom, he felt a sense of belonging and purpose.  This was truly sacred. 

This is where I'm meant to be.

He felt joy and gratitude.  Tim was home at last.  He was proud as he knew he'd earned this intimacy.

Does this mean Michele loves me?  Am I at last good enough for her?  

For the longest time, he just gave her anus sweet little lip kisses. 

Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard Kimberly advising him that a girl's first kiss is super special and should be delicate and pretty.  He knew this was Princess's first kiss and he wanted it to somehow cast a love spell on her.  He wanted Princess to love this, love him and always want this. 

After a long time of giving her the softest, most delicate and pretty little, wet, lip kisses, he simply flicked her pretty little bud with his tongue.  Right on her pretty lips.  He teased it gently tracing it with the tip of his tongue.  

Between their mutual arousal, Tim's breathing and the tip of his wet tongue, Michele's bottom became a very hot and very wet sacred temple within which he prayed to his beloved. Before long, he was giving her long licks up and down her valley, savoring the sensation he got when he ran  the flat of his tongue across her anus.  

He was falling in love with Princess and wanted this bliss to go on forever.

Michele breathed deeply.  She was ever mindful to keep directions clear, but praise sparse.  She kept him ever hungry for her approval.  That did not mean she did not appreciate her boy.  And in instances like these, she felt he deserved a bit of extra praise.

"Oh god, yes!  Good, good, good little bitch.  Oh yes!  Gooooood bitch...thaaaaaat's a boy.  Yes, Princess likes!  Show your Master how much you love her!  You are a hungry little bitch.  Who's my hungry little bitch?"

She smiled blissfully as he moaned a very muffled affirmation deep into her ass.

"Yes you are." she cooed sweetly.  "Good, good little boy. Oooooh yes, like that!..."

Eventually, and with intense arousal and profound gratitude, he was greedily, but very gently munching and sucking and quietly slurping from her ass in the most base, animalistic fashion.  To Tim, this was the most sacred, submissive expression of love.

He was so aroused that he had to lift his hips to keep his erection off the bed.  He knew his own weight, when pressing his penis into the mattress was enough pressure to make him cum.

Though it was difficult to keep the husky, deep arousal from her voice, she tried still to use her enthusiastic voice, the one she used when addressing her little boy in the most encouraging way, "That's my little boy...you really are good at this.  I think somebody's found his purpose!  Keep going little boy...be a good bitch."

Tim was absolutely giddy with joy and actually wagged his tail with excitement at her praise.

Always mindful of what she was doing to Tim, her excitement built as she knew she was creating a knew obsession for her boy.  She enjoyed watching them both in the mirror.  Eyes half lidded, she looked sultry and her mind and body were so alive.  She loved to feed his addiction to her body and her power. 

Need me more with every kiss and lick.  Eat my ass and lick your way deeeeeper into all of this!  She's enslaving you.  She is your slave-Master.  Princess owns you.  She owns your soul!

"Is she your Master?  Are you Princesse's slave?" she asked with her her peekaboo-baby voice.

With his lips locked onto her anus, gently sucking and with his hands pushing her ass cheeks together to better smother himself in her cleft, he nodded slightly and moaned his response to her query.

Princess was a happy girl.  Her boy was so in love with her, he was her slave.  And Princess absolutely loved making out with her boyfriend slave.

Michele was in heaven.  She was as aroused as she'd ever been in her life even though she was not sure she could cum from this.  Seeing herself in the mirror, she realized her face and body totally reflected just how wanton she felt.  With Tim munching her ass with his tongue and lips, she reached a point that was so maddening, she just had to cum.  

Acting without thought, she got up and pulled Tim roughly to the floor by his hair, slapped him once quite hard across the face and then quickly mounted his head and humped his face to the most tremendous orgasm of her life.  It was so intense that she actually ejaculated onto Tim's face.  As her orgasm overtook her, she enjoyed meditating on the idea that slapping and hitting Tim was an expression of kindness. Michele lowered her full weight onto Tim's face as she gushed all over him.  

Though he could not breath, he did swallow quite a lot of her cum.  

As she settled, she could have lapsed into unconsciousness but realized she did not want to smother her love to death.  Dismounting, she gently kissed Tim on the lips and just before she made for the shower smilingly said, "Swallow it, bitch."  And with a smirk, she was gone.

And swallow he did.  He discovered he loved swallowing.  He wanted her sexual essence deep inside of him.  

On her way to the shower, she contemplated how close she came to cumming while Tim licked and sucked and munched on her pretty asshole.  She decided then she would learn how to cum from this beautiful gift.  She really did love Tim.