A Trip to the Cosmetics Boutique (Part 1)

I think what I'll do today is take you to one of those cosmetics boutiques. I'm sure you've seen them in malls and such. The whole store is devoted to makeup. Come along, sissy, you have no choice. You'll be dressed as a guy, but with some very pretty things underneath. Let's see...you'll need a lacy little underwire bra, a pair of silky panties, a garter belt and stockings. That should do for now. Oh, look! I can see the garter underneath your pants. I hope the saleslady doesn't see them!

Fortunately, the store is empty when we arrive. I'm having you done-up completely -- full makeup. I don't care if people can see in the window, you just sit right here in the chair. The cosmetologist is only 19 years old, but she knows a lot about makeup. Her soft, shoulder-length hair is pulled back into a French braid, allowing her to show-off her high cheek bones to their fullest. See, she's wearing a lot of makeup, but it looks sexy, not slutty. And that's the look I want for you.

I pull your hands behind the chair and quietly bind your wrists with an old stocking. You're not going anywhere, little girl. And Jennifer, the cosmetologist, is so excited about doing your makeup! She starts with a foundation, which she applies all over your face, smoothing it out with a sponge. Next comes a loose powder, which she liberally applies everywhere. As she applies the powder, some of it dusts your pants, making a bit of a mess. As Jennifer tries to clean you off, she notices your garter belt. Look at her eyes, slave....her pupils are dilating, she is so turned-on. She gives your crotch a squeeze as she goes to pick-out some eye makeup. Just then, the phone rings. Jennifer goes to answer it, and you're left sitting in the chair. My, my, what an interesting development!

We both notice three college coeds as they window-shop nearby. They spy you, and decide to see what's going on. Would you look at that, slave? They're coming in the store! They whisper and giggle to each other as they approach you. Jennifer has laid-out a number of eye color palettes right next to you, but she's still on the phone. One of the coeds, a striking redhead, picks-up one of the palettes and begins to apply the shadow to your lids. Then another one speaks up....she thinks you need a violet eye shadow, not blue. They discuss the pluses and minuses of different eye shadow shades for you. It's as if you weren't even there! While they're busy talking, the third coed picks-up a black eyeliner and begins putting it on you. You're at a complete loss as to what to do! I love it.

Just then, Jennifer finishes with her phone conversation and returns to you. The coeds decide to move-on to another store, laughing at your predicament. But I must say, they did quite a good job on your eyeliner. Now Jennifer gets to complete the job. She chooses a pink, lavender, and violet eye shadow trio for you. As she carefully applies the shadow, I reach around you to make certain you stay aroused, my long, painted nails raking across the front of your pants. I think Jennifer's jealous! She wants to take you home and ravish you, but I tell her you're mine. I tell her you're my little sissy maidservant, and that you'll be so busy tonight getting ready for a little dinner party I have planned. She begs me to allow her to come to the party, and I tell her, "Of course you can! You've done all this work on my sweet little slave, I'd love it if you'd come and join the fun." This gets her excited, and she renews her interest in your makeup. She applies three coats of mascara to your lashes, bringing them fully to life. You look darling, slave!

Now, for your mouth. Jennifer chooses a lovely wine lip pencil, carefully lining your lips. She fills them in with a matching lipstick, but not without a little fun at your expense. She slowly, slowly twists the tube to reveal the brilliant color. Then she brings the lipstick right up to your mouth, not quite touching it. "Go ahead, sissy," she says, ominously, "Kiss the lipstick. Go ahead, kiss it. Show me how much you love it." She holds the lipstick perfectly still as you begin kissing it lovingly, thereby transferring the color to your lips. You're obviously getting quite hot at all this, and you begin making love to the lipstick, kissing it like you would a girl, with enthusiasm and lust. She tells you to suck the lipstick, and you meekly comply. Her other hand is busy in your groin, manipulating you and making things quite uncomfortable for you. Before long, you gasp as your little clit spills its seed, messing the front of your pants. Jennifer smiles as she slowly removes the lipstick and replaces the top. "She's going to be fun tonight, isn't she," Jennifer says to me, almost in a whisper. "Oh, yes," I reply. "Just wait and see."