Pleasure from those painted lips.

"Master John?" Wendy asks again, her accented voice trembling as if she feared it was wrong for her to speak out.

Do you really want Wendy to be this caricature? She is just ONE of the lives you control. If you want she can be a geisha now, a cowgirl tomorrow...hell, with enough thought and care you could easily make her older, younger, WHATEVER you wanted to be.

And right now you want her to be your obedient painted doll.

"Unzip me," you tell her. "And then service me with your lips," you place just the right amount of emphasis on the word 'service' for there to be no doubt in what you want her to do.

For a moment she raises her large sleeves to hide her face, her shy expression so cute...so appealing, why on Earth WOULDN'T you want to enjoy her this way.

"Y...yes, Master," she stammers, lowering her sleeve and tentatively reaching out to your zip. It doesn't take much for your dick to spring free, causing your pretty geisha to gasp in surprise. Her bright red lips don't sink closed though as she remembers why she is down on her knees, and what her sweet little mouth is for. Leaning forward she rests her delicate hands on your knees, pausing for only the briefest moment lest you should choose to scold her for doing so. When no reprimand comes she fixes her eyes on her target and quietly whispers "Arigato," before carefully sliding her painted lips about the head of your shaft.

For your part you give a small gasp as you feel your tip slide into her warm, moist mouth. Her little tongue flicks and coils reverently against you as she dares to gaze up at you with eyes full of adoration and submissive lust. You can tell that even just beginning to serve you is turning her on, speeding up her heart and pouring blood down to her own **** slit. And if you were wrong, well...that's certainly how it is now. The pace she makes down your shaft is almost achingly slow; her pretty painted face sliding back and forth near the tip. Is she trying not to smear her lipstick? You're tempted to seize her by the head and slam your cock down her throat, but aside from not wanting to mess up her hair you don't know if that's actually a good idea outside of porn... In fact, how much does Wendy herself know about giving a good blowjob?

As of now? Plenty. It's only a small exertion of your will to rewrite your shared history. New memories flood into your mind, arousing images of your submissive doll down on her knees and dutifully learning how to please you. The change impacts on Wendy too, and while you wouldn't say her actions are more 'assertive' or 'confident', (such things weren't needed in the timid little fuck-bunny she'd become) but the sliding of her lips and the curl of her tongue were certainly much, MUCH, more skilful.

"Good girl," you coo, fingers taking a tight grip in her hair, ornate styles be damned! If you want to last any longer you need to hold tight to something. "Good, good, girl."

A muffled sigh of pleasure is her only response, your praise proving as powerful on her as her mouth is on you. Grunting, you squeeze tight down on her hair as the tension in your nethers increases. Any moment now and you're going to blow.