Some Kind Of Lipstick free porn video

Two pretty office workers convince their boss that it is in
his best career interest to let them dress him as a girl and
be their femininzed sex slave. They train him to get erect
at the sight of a girl putting on lipstick, and they make
him beg to wear lipstick too. forced dildo sucking, penis
bondage, and a trip to the mall dressed as a girl where he
meets some more pretty office workers are part of his
ordeal.


Chapter 1: I Begged Them to Put Lipstick on Me

"Please, Sharon. I really need you to enter those numbers
into the computer by two o'clock."

As usual she was taking her own sweet time. I'm a senior
accountant in a large company. Sharon is one of the clerks.
Her job is to input data and do little calculations which
are too tedious for me or for one of my junior accountants.

"Ken, don't get on my case," she sneered back at me. Sharon
was bossy but cute. Long dark hair that she somehow got to
stand straight up. A little heavy on the make-up for office
wear, but not uncommon for someone who I guessed was about
25. Tight short dresses. It was hard not to admire her
body, especially her ass which was a little too big. Too
bad she had such small breasts.

"Come on, Sharon. I need those numbers for my meeting this
afternoon."

Sharon looked over at Debbie, the secretary. While Sharon
was cute, Debbie was definitely sexy. Debbie had long
straight blonde hair. She was not particularly curvy, but
she knew how to dress to accentuate herself. She wore
dresses that made her waist seem smaller and her hips seem
bigger. She showed a tiny bit of cleavage, just enough to
make you curious. Debbie would purposely lean over a tiny
bit when she put your mail on your desk, just to see your
eyes glance at her breasts. Then as she turned around and
walked back to her desk with that wiggle of hers, she knew
you were ogling her. Other than flaunting her sexuality at
me, Debbie was quiet and almost shy.

Debbie replied back to Sharon. "Ken's always hassling me to
type his reports, too. He thinks we have nothing to do all
day but do his work."

The two of them drove me nuts. They were two low paid
workers, a clerk and a secretary, with no respect for me and
my position. But I really needed some extra effort out of
them at times, and it was always like pulling teeth.

I walked over to Sharon's desk. "O.K. Sharon. What do I
have to say to get you to please hurry up with my work?"

Sharon looked at me for a good long time. Her elaborately
made-up eyes seemed to look right through me. She boldly
looked me up and down as if she was surveying a potential
boyfriend. Finally a small smile appeared on her glossy
lips. She glanced over at Debbie and gave her a wink.

"Well, Ken, I don't care what you SAY. But if you really
want me to bust my ass for you, what will you DO for me?"

"Sharon, I'll do anything," I quickly replied. I assumed
she wanted to be taken to an expensive restaurant for lunch,
something I could easily do at the company's expense.

Sharon gave me a wide-eyed look, not believing what I had
just promised her. "Ken, here's the deal. I'll finish your
numbers by two o'clock. But then you owe me. Be at my
place at eight tonight. Then I'll decide what I want from
you in return. Oh, by the way - shave real close." Then
she laughed, an arrogant laugh that made me wonder what I
had gotten myself into. "Debbie, you're invited too."

"Thanks, Sharon, I'll be there," I replied.

That evening I wore an old shirt and jeans. I figured she
had some sort of work around the house for me to do. Maybe
a room she wanted me to paint. I couldn't understand why I
was supposed to shave closely, but there were a lot of
things about Sharon that I didn't understand. Such as why
someone as cute and perky as she is never had a steady
boyfriend. I knocked on her door exactly at eight.

"Come on in, Ken," she greeted me. Then she kissed me fully
on the lips, which took me by surprise. "Debbie, come over
and give Ken a kiss." Debbie gave me a quick kiss on the
lips. Whatever was going on, Sharon seemed to be running
the show while Debbie was sort of the observer.

The girls were dressed to kill. Sharon had a print
minidress that as usual was a little too tight around her
ass. Debbie had a lacy blouse with a plunging neckline. I
could see the faint outline of her nipples, so apparently
she was not wearing a bra. Debbie also wore a tight leather
miniskirt. For some reason neither one wore stockings or
shoes. Also, this was the first time I had seen either of
them without make-up.

There were all sorts of make-up on the coffee table. Sharon
saw me looking at them so she said, "Debbie and I were about
to make each other up. It is very sensuous to have someone
put make-up on you." Then both girls giggled knowingly. I
nervously said nothing. The girls looked at me quietly for
a long time.

Sharon broke the silence. "Ken, at work today you said you
would do anything if I finished your numbers by two. Now
it's time for you to keep your promise. Remember, you
initiated this promise, not me. It's very simple. Tonight
you will do exactly what Debbie or I tell you to do. If you
don't, then don't expect us to ever rush to get your work
done again."

Before I had a chance for these words to sink in, Sharon
followed with, "Take off all your clothes, right now." She
said this in a way that meant business. This was getting
exciting. Besides, having a way for them to do some work
for me when I needed it would really help my career. So I
took my clothes off.

I stood there shamelessly naked in front of these two sexy
girls. Sharon said, "Don't move," and she started exploring
my body. She ran her hands over my chest and stomach to see
how hard they were. She felt my thighs and legs. She
gently touched my nipples, as I winced at her intimateness.
"Debbie, check out his nipples." Now both of them were
feeling me up. They patted my ass. They gently examined my
balls and penis for an instant, but they did not try to
excite me. I was breathless, waiting for what would happen
next.

Sharon then stood inches away from me and looked me right in
the eye. I thought she was waiting to be kissed, so I
grabbed her and kissed her hard, thrusting my tongue in her
mouth. She quickly pulled away and had a fiery look about
her. She slapped me hard in the face.

"Who told you to do that?" she screamed at me. She slapped
me again. "You are here to do what we tell you to, nothing
more. You will punished for this."

Debbie had not said anything yet. She spoke up. "Wait,
Sharon. Let's see what he's got. Ken, start jerking
yourself off, but don't come." When I hesitated, Debbie, in
some new found courage, sharply said, "Now!"

The girls backed up and sat down on the couch to watch me.
I was entranced with how sexy they had become as they took
control of me. I took my right hand and started stroking my
penis. Sharon pressed what looked like a remote control
button, but I didn't see a television go on.

Debbie was really getting into taking charge. "While you're
at it Ken, play with your nipples with the other hand.
That's it. Look Sharon, he really gets off having women
dominate him."

The girls were licking their lips suggestively, turning me
on even more. I was humiliated letting these two girls do
this to me, but I couldn't stop. I wasn't too far away from
coming, when suddenly Sharon yelled at me "Stop." Then to
Debbie she said, "I've seen enough now, haven't you? Let's
try something else."

My face had been red from being slapped, and now it was red
from the embarrassment of it all and from pumping away
without coming. Sharon got up off the couch, pulled my
right hand off my penis, and started tying a nylon stocking
around my wrist. She pulled me over to a big bookcase, and
she tied the other end of the stocking to the bookcase.
Then Debbie tied my other wrist with a stocking to the
doorknob on a door. I pulled but I could not get loose.

"I want to see how big his cock is before it gets soft,"
Sharon said. She went over to the bookcase and found a
wooden ruler and a tape measure. She calmly picked up my
penis and laid it down on the ruler. I could not see what
she was doing, but she announced to Debbie, "Six inches."
With unmistaken sarcasm she looked at me and asked, "Is that
the best you can do?" I had never measured myself, but I
had always thought I was bigger than that. However, I said
nothing.

Sharon gave Debbie a pen and some paper and told her to copy
down some numbers. Sharon then measured my chest, my waist,
my hips, the length from my waist to halfway down my thigh,
my legs, and my foot. I had no idea what she was up to.
Debbie was busy copying down the measurements.

Sharon reported to me, "You're a little big in some places,
but we can work on that. You'll do, though." Sharon and
Debbie giggled, being very pleased with themselves.

Then the girls went back to the couch, ignoring me and the
fact that I was all tied up. They started applying make-up
to each other. I had never really watched a full make-up
job before, and although I was stuck with nothing else to
do, I must admit there is something fascinating about it.
Sharon spent a lot of time on Debbie's eyes, lenghtening her
eyelashes with several coats of mascara, carefully drawing a
line under her eyes, and blending three different colors of
blue eyeshadow. She did Debbie's cheeks with a big brush,
and finished her off with a deep red lipstick. Debbie, who
did not wear such colorful and dramatic make-up in the
office, looked sexier than ever.

"Doesn't this look like fun, Ken?" Sharon asked me in a
teasing tone. Debbie then turned her attentions on Sharon.
Although Debbie was not quite as heavy-handed with making up
Sharon, Debbie was quite an artist herself, using more
subdued shades of brown and green on Sharon's dark coloring.
The final touch was lipstick in a hot pink. Sharon looked
devastating.

The girls whispered something to each other and then came
towards me. Debbie held something in her hand behind her
back, but I couldn't see what. The girls decided to tease
me. They gently brushed their beautifully painted lips just
barely to mine, but they would withdraw before I could kiss
them. Debbie stuck out her chest and brushed her breasts
past my cheek. I strained at my stockinged bonds as they
lightly touched my sensitive nipples. They were turning me
on, and my face started to get red.

Debbie looked at my erect nipples and said, "Sharon, look
how big and hard his nipples are getting. I think he needs
a bra!" And with that as I looked on helplessly she took a
black lace bra that she was holding behind her back, and she
put it on me. The straps were tight, pinching my chest.
The bra must have been padded, because the cups stood way
out. I looked at them with red-faced embarrassment.

The girls were hysterical with laughter. "I think a black
bra looks good on you, Ken," teased Sharon. "Debbie, how
about the rest of his outfit?"

Debbie pulled out several more black lacy items. A black
garter belt and black lace panties. They took turns rolling
black nylon stockings up my legs. Oh, that felt good! They
attached the stockings to the garter belt. Finally a pair
of high heeled shoes. I felt ridiculous, but everything was
happening so quickly, it seemed pointless to object.

"Ken, this outfit is really you," Sharon teased me. "You
look so cute!" Turning to Debbie, she asked, "Should we
make him up now?"

Debbie replied, "No, I have a better idea. Let's untie him
and let him practice walking in his new outfit." So the
girls untied me, sat back down on the couch, and commanded
me to walk for them. At first I could not walk at all in
the high heels, but eventually I got the hang of it. The
high heels seemed huge, and they created a strange pressure
on my calf muscles. The girls whistled and jeered me.
Sharon yelled, "Wiggle your hips, honey, the way you like
Debbie to do."

The high heels forced me to take tiny steps and to wiggle my
hips shamelessly, but I could not wiggle to their liking.
Sharon had an idea. "Ken, come here. Lay across my lap.
Do you remember I promised that I would punish you for
trying to kiss me without permission? I think I have a
punishment for you."

By now I was so far under their command, it never occurred
to me to resist. So I laid across Sharon's lap. Sharon
pulled down my panties, picked up the wooden ruler that she
had used to measure my penis, and started whacking my bare
ass with the ruler. The ruler stung and I screamed, but she
kept at it, first my left ass cheek and then the right.
Although it hurt like hell, I did discover that I had a view
right up Sharon's dress.

This last fact did not escape Debbie. "Sharon, the little
pervert is looking right up your dress," she warned. Upon
hearing this, Sharon started spanking me with renewed vigor.
After a few minutes of this, with the girls ignoring my
screams and pleas to stop, Sharon made an observation on the
condition of my poor ass. "Deb, come here and see how red
is ass cheeks are. Would you like to take over for me for a
while?"

Debbie declined, thank goodness. However, she said, "I
think he's had enough spanking. Ken, pull your panties back
up, and let's see if your spanking has given you a more
feminine walk." At this point my ass was on fire, but I
pulled the panties back up as she said. I then noticed that
the spanking had aroused me, and I had another erection.
This made it harder to put the panties back on, a fact that
sent the girls into another fit of howling laughter. I
tried walking again in the high heels, and the burning
sensation of the spanking did help give me more of an
exaggerated wiggle to my hips. The girls were quite pleased
with the effects of the spanking.

"Time for a change," announced Sharon suddenly. "Ken, kneel
down in front of me. I want my toes sucked," she said in
her usual commanding manner. I obeyed, much to their
amusement. I sucked every toe on both of Sharon's feet,
something I found quite humiliating. Naturally, I had to do
Debbie's toes next. Now I realized why they were both
barefoot; they had planned this for me all along. There I
was, in a house with two gorgeous girls, me wearing black
women's underwear sporting a terrific hard-on, reduced to
sucking their toes! What would they do to me next?

The girls quickly tired of this. "Ken, have you ever eaten
pussy? Show me what a good pussy eater you are," commanded
Sharon. She slipped out of her panties, grabbed me by the
hair, and stuffed my face in her pussy. This was not my
idea of fun sex, but I knew what I was doing. I licked and
sucked for a long time, until finally Sharon's sensuous
moaning told me she was having an orgasm. She let me stop,
and before they said anything I decided to volunteer,
"Debbie, should I do you too?" Of course the answer was
yes, so I ate her to an orgasm too. Then they told me to go
to the bathroom to wash my face. When I got back they were
whispering to each other excitedly.

"Ken, you've been a pretty good slave for your first time,
and I must admit you are a good pussy licker." These were
Sharon's first kind words of the evening. "I think you
deserve a little fun too. Would you like us to jerk you
off?" I could see this was as much as I was going to get,
so I agreed.

"Deb, let's freshen up each other's lipstick and then give
Ken a good long kiss to show how much we appreciate him."
Sharon took out the same red lipstick that she had used on
Debbie before, and carefully applied it to Debbie's lips.
Then Debbie took out the same hot pink lipstick that she had
used on Sharon before, and she applied it to Sharon's lips.
I watched with fascination. This did not escape their
notice.

"You love watching us put on lipstick, don't you?," asked
Debbie teasingly. "Look at my lips, Ken. Don't you love
the beautiful red color, and the way they shine?" I had to
admit I did. Debbie gave me a deep, long kiss, twirling her
tongue with mine. This made up for the little peck she gave
me when I first came in tonight.

Sharon's turn was next. "Look at my lips, Ken. I think
lipstick makes my lips look rich and full. Do you think
this color makes me look sexy?" Not waiting for an answer,
Sharon also kissed me, not a wet one, but long and hard.
Boy, these girls could kiss!

Sharon then knelt down and started to gently stroke my cock.
Debbie picked up the red lipstick. She looked into my eyes
as if she could look right through me. "Ken, you want to
wear this lipstick, don't you?" I don't know why, but I
said yes.

This was not good enough for Debbie. "Ken, how badly do you
want to wear this lipstick?" With that, Sharon quickened
her stroking of my cock. "Yes, I really want to wear the
lipstick," I responded not too enthusiastically.

Debbie slowly unscrewed the lipstick and waved it under my
nose. "Smell it, Ken. Don't you love the way it smells?
Look it at. Don't you just love how red it is? Do you know
what color it is, Ken?" She turned it over so I could see
the label. "It's called 'Love That Red'. Beg me to put it
on you, Ken." Suddenly Sharon stopped stroking me with her
hand, and she put my cock in her mouth.

My desire was reaching a fever peak. All of a sudden I
thought of the song "Paradise by the Dashboard Light" by
Meat Loaf, where she makes him make a promise to her so that
she will let him come. Now I understood; they were trading
my humiliation for my orgasm. So I started to beg Debbie.
"Please, please put lipstick on me."

Debbie was going to drag this out for all it was worth.
"What color is it, Ken?," she asked me.

"Please put 'Love That Red' lipstick on me," I begged, as
Sharon sucked away furiously.

Debbie continued to toy with me. "Say, 'Please put hot,
glossy 'Love That Red' red lipstick on me to make me look
pretty.'"

All of a sudden things were happening very fast. Ridiculous
as it sounds, I said it. I was just about to explode in
Sharon's mouth. Sharon knew this and grunted as a signal to
Debbie. Debbie happily said, "O.K., Ken if that's what you
really want." She started gliding the lipstick over my
lips. Back and forth, upper and lower lips. Just then I
came in Sharon's mouth. I had been saving it up all night,
and it was a gusher.

Debbie stood back to admire her work. "Ken, you were right.
This lipstick is you. You look so pretty," she said
sarcastically.

I felt humiliated, but they weren't done with me. Sharon
got off my cock and kissed me. I felt her lipstick mingle
with mine, and the slippery sensation felt great. She had a
different motive, however, as she transferred my semen to my
own mouth. I had never tasted it before, and it had an odd
salty taste. "Swallow it, honey," she commanded, and so I
did.

The girls sat back down on the couch and started laughing at
my predicament. They teased me mercilessly about how I had
begged to have lipstick put on me, and how it turned me on
so much that I shot my load over it. I blushed profusely.

Sharon ran into another room and came back with a Polaroid
camera. "We need a souvenir of this evening," she
announced, and she snapped my picture. I was wearing the
black lacy underwear, except for the panties which were
somewhere around my knees. My penis was still hard, and it
was glistening from Sharon's pink lipstick. Of course, my
lips had bright red lipstick. I could not imagine a more
humiliating picture. The girls couldn't wait for the
picture to develop. They gave me the picture and kept the
negative for themselves.

I could not imagine being any more embarrassed than I was,
but sure enough Sharon had one more thing up her sleeve.
She clicked a remote control button and said to Debbie, "I
can't wait to see how the video comes out." My cheeks went
scarlet. This was another one of her teases, wasn't it?
She couldn't have recorded this on videotape, could she? I
dared not ask.

Finally, the girls decided that they had had enough for one
night. They told me I could take the underwear off and put
my clothes back on. They each gave me a sweet kiss
good-bye. I was glad to be back in my own clothes.

I was just about to leave when I remembered something.
"Wait a minute. I can't go out there wearing lipstick."

"A moment ago you begged me to put lipstick on you, honey,"
Debbie reminded me. "You can wear it home as your reward."
Sharon shoved me out and slammed the door.


Chapter 2: I Begged Them to Let Me Suck A Dildo

The next morning at work the girls said hello to me as if
nothing had happened. I went into my office, but I couldn't
concentrate on work. After a while I stepped out of my
office and I passed Debbie's desk. She chose that
particular moment to reapply her lipstick. My penis
stiffened as I remembered last night, and Debbie saw this
out of the corner of her eye. Neither of us said anything.

Later I passed Sharon's desk. Although she was busy on the
computer, she also took that moment to freshen up her
lipstick. My penis grew hard at the memory of Sharon's
gorgeous lips sucking my cock. I returned to my office.

Several times that day the girls put their lipstick on just
as I passed their desks. Each time I could see them looking
out of the corner of their eye to see if they were having an
effect on me, and they were pleased that they were. Finally
at the end of the day, both of them knocked at my office
door and came in. Sharon spoke first.

"Ken, you must be scared shitless that we're going to
embarrass you in front of your friends and tell them what
happened last night. But don't worry, we won't."

I breathed a sigh of relief. Then Debbie lowered the boom.
"But don't think last night is the end. We talked it over,
and we decided you should come over once a week, every
Wednesday night, for more training."

I was about to tell them "No way," when Sharon quickly spoke
up.

"Wait a minute, Ken. This is a good deal for all of us.
Deb and I get what we want. We'll do your dumb work when
you need it, so you get what you want. Besides, you can't
tell us you didn't enjoy last night."

Before I had a chance to even think about it, Debbie
reminded me that they had another bargaining tool. "Don't
forget the Polaroid picture we have, Ken. We could bring it
to work."

"The picture?," asked Sharon. "Are you k**ding? We have a
whole video of his performance!"

Now I hadn't seen any evidence of this video. Maybe they
were bluffing. And as for the Polaroid negative, maybe I
could find it next time and tear it up. "O.K.," I said
reluctantly. "I'll be there next Wednesday."

Wednesday came, and this time they took me home right from
work. Off went my clothes. They gave me a bottle of hair
remover and told me to apply it all over my body. They told
me to let it stand for a while, and then to go and take a
shower. As I rinsed off at the end of the shower, I
realized all my body hair went too. Only my genital hair
remained.

But not for long. The girls went to work on that with
scissors first, then with a razor and shaving cream. They
also shaved me in a few places in the back that I had
missed.

"Oh he's so nice and smooth," said Sharon as she and Debbie
ran their hands all over my hairless body. This started to
excite me, which the girls noticed. Sharon playfully
slapped my ass. "Not yet, Sweetie. You've got some chores
first."

Sharon powdered me all over with a fragrant after-bath
powder. Then Debbie produced a white object that I had
never seen up close - a corset. It went from just below my
nipples, past my stomach, down to my waist. It had laces in
the back, and the girls tightly laced me into it. It took
off a few inches in the waist, and created a cleavage effect
on top. It was very snug around my waist and chest, but it
felt strangely erotic too. The girls were very pleased. We
then went to the living room.

"Ken, now you have a much more feminine figure!," Debbie
exclaimed. A matching white bra, garter belt, and panties
came next, followed by stockings and high heels. The
panties and the stockings felt so delicious against my
hairless body. The heels put pressure on my calves muscles,
a little uncomfortable, but not too bad. Sharon and Debbie
squealed with delight at my appearance. Sharon took
something and made a clicking noise.

"Let's see if you remember how to walk like a girl," Sharon
commanded, as she and Debbie sat down on the couch to watch
me. The combination of the corset with the high heels felt
very strange, but I walked a very feminine walk for the
girls. "Very good, Ken," reported Sharon. "I don't think
we need to spank you tonight to get you to swing your hips
in a feminine way."

"Take down your panties and play with your cock for us,"
Debbie commanded. I started stroking my penis. "How does
it feel jerking off dressed in such pretty underwear?" I
didn't answer, but concentrated on the task at hand.

"I'm ready for some action, how about you Deb?," asked
Sharon. The girls told me to stop and lay down on the
floor, face up. Each girl took a stocking and tied my
wrists to the living room furniture. They did the same to
my ankles. I was stretched out, completely helpless, my
erect penis waving in the air.

The girls teasingly stripped down to bras and panties.
Sharon kneeled on my left and Debbie on my right. Sharon
said, "I'll flip you for who gets him first." And she gave
my penis a snap with her thumb. That hurt! My penis
bounced around from side to side and settled on my left.
"I'm first," said Sharon.

Sharon sat down on my chest, then transferred her weight to
her knees so as not to hurt me. She leaned forward and gave
me a long, wet kiss. Our tongues twirled for a long time
until we both needed a breath. Then she slid closer to my
face until her panties were covering my mouth. "Eat my
pussy, slave," she commanded.

I started sucking her right through her panties. I didn't
think this would work, but I was wrong. Her panties were
thin, and my tongue pushed those panties right into her
hole. Before long I had her moaning pretty good.

"Wait a minute, Ken," Sharon said. She shifted her weight
and slipped off her sopping wet panties. Then she tossed
them, right on my erect penis.

Debbie was watching me suck off Sharon, and slipped her own
panties off. "Hey, I want to play ring toss too." She
tossed her panties around my cock too. Then she started
fingering herself while she watched Sharon and me.

Sharon climbed back on over my face. I resumed licking and
sucking until she was satisfied. She got off to give Debbie
a turn. Now Sharon was looking through some drawers for
something. Debbie pushed her middle finger into my mouth
for me to lick clean; the unmistakable taste of pussy. Then
she climbed aboard for me to lick her off. Meanwhile Sharon
returned and removed the two pairs of panties from my penis.
Then she started examining my penis, but with Debbie on my
face I couldn't see what was going on.

"Deb, turn around and sit on him facing me," Sharon said.
While Deb got up for a minute, I saw what Sharon was up to.
Sharon had a thick rubber band and she wrapped it tight just
under the head of my penis. Then she expertly unwrapped a
condom and rolled it over my penis. She admired her
handiwork as both Debbie and I looked on.

"This will keep him hard for as long as we want, without
letting him come," Sharon explained to Debbie. Debbie sat
back down on my face, with her back to my face, and I
started licking her cunt again. Then Sharon lowered her
cunt on my penis. Since she was still quite wet from
before, my penis slipped in easily. Now Sharon started
pumping away.

I tried to meet her thrusts, but I had forgotten I was tied
hand and foot. I strained at my bonds, but with no luck.
Besides, the rubber band on my penis had cut off the flow of
blood; despite Sharon's considerable friction, I could get
no relief. The girls removed each other's bras and joined
tongues for a deep kiss. They were fondling each other's
breasts. They were getting more and more aroused from every
direction. All I could do was keep licking away at Debbie's
sopping wet cunt.

Sharon's moaning got louder and louder, and finally she was
done. She slipped right off my cock, quite satisfied with
herself, and waited for me to finish off Debbie. When
Debbie was done with me licking her, she moved down and
climbed aboard my penis for a ride. Sharon was once again
rummaging through a drawer for something. Debbie came for
her second time of the evening. I was out of breath. The
girls had had plenty of sex.

"What about me?," I asked, as Debbie removed herself from
me. Both girls looked surprised that I expected a little
pleasure for myself.

"I don't know. It's still pretty early. I don't think so,"
said Sharon. As always, the girls were in control.

My cock felt like it was about to burst after being ridden
by both girls, but the rubber band was tight and prevented
any relief. The girls were standing over me, totally naked.
They were so sexy! I was so starved for some relief that at
that moment if I could have ****d one of them, I would have.
Of course, among other things I was still tied up. Before I
knew what I was saying, the words slipped out. "Please,
please," I whined. "I'll do anything."

They had me and they knew it. Debbie kneeled down to my
face and tauntingly rubbed her breast past my cheek. Sharon
had a more practical plan.

"Anything, Ken?, she asked me. "Would you suck a dildo?"
And with that she produced one!

It was flesh-colored, long, and very realistic looking. It
came with a set of balls, and some sort of belt. I was a
little disgusted with the thought of sucking it, but hey,
how bad could it be. Especially if the girls would let me
shoot my load.

"O.K., I'll suck a dildo," I heard myself say. With that
humiliation said, Sharon belted the dildo around her hips.
It protruded from her genital area just like a real penis.
Of course, there was no mistaking Sharon's femininty - that
cute face, those breasts, and of course the smell of her
pussy.

Meanwhile Debbie, also naked, laid down beside me for a view
of my face. She had something in her hand, but I couldn't
see what. She removed the condom from my penis, and then
she removed the rubber band. Free at last from that awful
rubber band.

"I think I'll let him get flat first, and then jerk him
off," Debbie decided. "Otherwise I think he'll come too
soon."

"Good idea," agreed Sharon. Sharon sat down on my chest,
facing me, waving her dildo in my face. She adjusted her
weight on her knees. "One dildo, coming up Sweetie," she
announced to me. And with that she spread my lips with her
fingers and inserted the tip of the dildo in my mouth. At
the same time Debbie, who was eagerly watching my ordeal,
gently caressed my now flat penis.

"Lick it, Ken. Lick it all over real good," Sharon ordered
me. So I did. It was rubber, I guess, and it did not taste
unpleasant at all. I licked it, but not with great
enthusiasm.

"Ken, you said you'd do anything for some sex, but you're
not licking this dildo like you mean it," Sharon said to me
with an angry tone. "Maybe you really don't want to come."
Debbie increased her pressure and quickened her stroke on my
penis, and I was reminded how horny I was.

I started licking the dildo faster. This pleased Sharon,
and she started inserting it a little deeper in my mouth,
and then withdrawing it. She continued this. She was going
to simulate fucking me in the mouth.

"That's better, but now I want you to suck instead of lick,"
she commanded me. And I did, moving my head, the only part
of me that wasn't tied down, to meet her thrusts. I thought
we were working together pretty well, but it wasn't good
enough for Sharon.

"Something's not right," she decided, and she removed the
penis, now covered with my saliva, from my mouth. She
thought about it for a moment, and that announced, "I've got
it." I didn't know what she was talking about, but
obviously she had some plan to further humiliate me, if that
was possible.

"Debbie, do you have a lipstick?," Sharon asked. And sure
enough Debbie had one in her other hand. They had planned
this scene out in advance. Sharon took it, unscrewed it,
and applied it to her lips. It was a very colorful red,
with a beautiful shine. Sharon's mouth never looked more
sexy.

"What do you think of this lipstick, Ken? Isn't this the
creamiest, shiniest red lipstick you've ever seen?" And
Sharon gave a little wink to Debbie, who started pumping her
hand up and down the whole length of my penis.

I said nothing. Sharon showed me the lipstick, put it under
my nose to smell it, and put it ever so close to my lips
without touching them. She turned it over so we could read
the color. "'Super lustrous in wild berries'," she told me.
Then in her commanding voice she said, "Beg me to put some
on you."

I had been down this road before, and I thought I knew what
they wanted to hear. "Please put lipstick on me, in 'Super
lustrous wild berries', so I'll be pretty," I begged.

But this was not what they wanted to hear. "So you'll be
pretty?," Sharon mimicked me. "No, not so you'll be pretty.
Tell us you want it so you can suck this dildo and get your
lipstick all over it, you slut!"

Debbie was working my penis over with her hand pretty good,
and I wasn't far from coming. But I was sure she would just
stop stroking me if I didn't say it. They had such complete
control over me. I was tied up, dressed in women's
underwear, in the company of two sexy, naked girls, but
reduced to begging to be painted with lipstick that I could
get on a dildo that I was going to suck. Could it get any
more humiliating than this? I didn't think so, so I said
it.

"Please, please put 'Super lustrous wild berries' lipstick
on me so I can suck this dildo and get lipstick all over
it."

"Why sure, Ken," Sharon said ever so sweetly. "Whatever
makes you happy."

Sharon took one hand to steady my chin and then put the
lipstick on me with her other hand. Very slowly and
deliberately she painted my upper lip, then my lower, and
then for good measure she repeated it with another coat.
Debbie was watching and had to give me a report. "Ken, your
lips look so delicious. You should see how creamy and shiny
they are."

But I was not going to get a look right now. Sharon put the
lipstick down and forced the dildo back between my
lipsticked lips. She pumped in and out furiously. I sucked
away like crazy, and I imagined that the dildo was growing
bigger in my mouth. Debbie stroked me for all she was
worth. My penis couldn't take any more, and I came. "Here
he comes," Debbie announced.

Upon hearing this, Sharon squeezed the balls on the penis.
To my surprise, a milky liquid erupted from the head of the
dildo into my mouth. "Swallow, Sweetie," Sharon smiled at
me with her brilliant lips. So I did.

Debbie released her hand from my penis, as my come trickled
down onto my stomach. Sharon undid her dildo belt, but left
the now beltless dildo in my mouth. Sharon got up and got -
oh no, her Polaroid camera.

"I think this is another moment we all want to remember,"
she said. And she took my picture. Of course, we had to
wait until the picture developed. And there I was, tied up,
in women's underwear, my penis dripping with come, a very
red shining mouth with some sort of liquid dripping out,
sucking a dildo all smeared with lipstick. My lipstick!


Chapter 3: I Meet Some Friends at the Mall

I was breathless from my episode with the dildo. Sharon and
Debbie untied me and told me to wash the smeared lipstick
off my face and also to wash my penis. I did, and I
returned to the living room, still wearing a bra, corset,
garter belt, panties, stockings, and high heels, thinking we
were done for the night.

Sharon had a bright idea. "Let's all go over to the
shopping mall." I didn't like the sound of this.

"O.K., but can I have my clothes back now, please?," I
asked.

"No Ken, you don't get it. The three of us girls are going
to the mall," explained Sharon. Sharon and Debbie giggled
hysterically at the prospect of me going out in public
dressed as a girl.

I began to panic. "I can't go outside dressed in underwear.
I'll get arrested." They wouldn't make me do that, would
they?

"No, silly. We have some clothes for you." Sharon went
into another room. She came back with a white half slip and
a red minidress. Before I could protest, the two of them
had me step into the slip. Then they quickly put the dress
over my head. The dress ended a few inches above my knees.
I kept trying to pull the hemline down to my knees, but it
wouldn't go.

The girls laughed uncontrollably at me in my new outfit. I
was so embarrassed about the prospect at going out in public
in a dress. The girls sensed this and taunted me some more.

"Oh Ken, you look so cute in that dress," Debbie
complemented me sarcastically. "Red is such a good color on
you. And you're lucky you have nice shapely legs that you
can get away with a dress so short."

Sharon added, "You really do look like a sexy young girl.
If you're wondering why the dress fits so well, it's because
we took all those measurements of you the first night you
were here. We went out today at lunch to buy it for you.
You'll have to pay us back of course."

Sharon looked me over. "We need to do something about your
hair. It's too short to work with." She went into another
room, and came out with a wig. It was dark brown with tight
curls. She put it on me, and then made a few adjustments
with her comb. "There, that makes a big difference. What
about make-up, Deb? Shall we make him up real pretty?"

"I've got a better idea," replied Debbie. "Let's make him
buy his own make-up. I'm tired of him always borrowing our
lipstick." They thought 'borrowing' was very funny.

With this settled, the three of us left Sharon's apartment
and got into her car. The whole scene felt outrageous. The
wig was shoulder length, much longer than my own hair, and I
was constantly aware of it on my shoulders each time I moved
my head. While walking to the car I realized the bra they
had dressed me in was padded with a small weight in each bra
cup; this had a tingling effect on my nipples, alternating
left and right with each step. The minidress forced me to
take small steps. Also I felt the cool air on my thighs and
between my legs, something I would never feel in my own
clothes. Finally the stockings and the high heels put
pressure on my calves and toes in ways I was unused to. So
many sensations, but all of them somewhat erotic.

We arrived at the mall and went in. I was waiting for
someone to look at me and say, "Look, it's a man dressed up
as a girl," but as dozens of people passed, that never
happened. On the other hand, a number of teenage boys
looked me up and down with obvious approval. I had
forgotten that the mall was a teenage singles hangout, and
the teenage girls all dressed up in their sexiest clothes to
attract boys. I knew I didn't look like a teenager, but I
was surprised to discover that teenage boys were finding me
worth looking at.

Debbie noticed and made believe she was insulted. "The boys
here seem to think you're the prettiest of the three of us,
Ken. But then again, maybe you are. Just remember not to
lead them on."

Sharon said, "O.K., Ken, here's what you have to do. We're
at one end of the mall. Deb and I are going to do some
shopping here. You walk down to the other end to the big
department store. Remember to swing your hips and walk
femininely; you don't want to get discovered. Here is some
money. Actually it's your money that I took out of your
pants pocket. I want you to go over to one of the make-up
counters and buy yourself a lipstick. You can pick the
color, but make it something sexy. Then put some on. We'll
meet you back here in an hour. And you'd better be wearing
your lipstick." With that they were gone.

Well, this was a surprising development! It had never
occurred to me that they'd leave me all alone. Could I
escape? No, where would I go; they had my clothes back in
Sharon's apartment, and besides I'm sure there would be a
fate worse than ever for running off. I might just as well
do as they told me.

So I walked the long walk to the department store. It takes
a lot longer in a dress and high heels than in men's
clothes. I was careful to wiggle my hips the way I was
taught. Getting caught would be awful. A couple of boys
whistled at me and made crude remarks, but I just looked
ahead and kept walking. Finally I made it to the department
store.

There were a number of different make-up counters. I didn't
care which one I went to, so I picked one. I went to the
area where the lipsticks were, and I started examining them.
There were dozens of different shades. How was I going to
choose one quickly?

The salesgirl saw me in need of help and came over. She was
about eighteen, very pretty, kind of elaborately made-up,
but made-up rather nicely. "Can I help you miss?"

In a high-pitched voice I answered, "I'm looking for a
lipstick. Something sexy." Really what I wanted to do is
to get this over with as fast as possible.

There were two girls in sunglasses nearby at the other end
of the counter. I hadn't paid any attention to them, until
one of them decided she would help too. "I couldn't help
but overhearing, but if you're looking for a sexy shade of
lipstick I can suggest ... " Then she looked at me closely.
"Ken, is that you?"

Fear shot through my body. Who was this? Was this another
of Sharon and Debbie's well thought out plans?

The girls removed their sunglasses. It was Jill and Tina,
two accounting assistants from another department at work.
They were both in their early twenties. Jill had short
black hair, perfect creamy skin, and big beautiful lips.
Tina, who was married, was your typical nice girl. Pretty
without being flashy. She wore hardly any make-up.

There was no point in denying it. She had recognized me.
"Uh, yes Tina, it's me. Hi Jill."

"You look very pretty, Ken," Tina complemented me as she
looked me up and down. The funny thing is that when Tina
says it, she's being sincere.

"Yeah, you look simply gorgeous, Ken", said Jill. She was
enjoying my plight and was not being sincere. "Why are you
dressed like a girl? Who is making you do this?," Jill had
to know.

I tried to think of a good lie quickly, but there wasn't
any. I could probably trust Tina. Jill I wasn't so sure.
I decided to tell as little as I could get away with.
"Well, I'm doing this as a favor for Sharon and Debbie."

"Jill, why don't we help him?," volunteered Tina. "In fact
rather than just help him pick a lipstick, why don't we help
him pick a full set of make-up?"

"No thanks, girls," I stammered. "Besides, they're waiting
for me at the other end of the mall, and they told me to
hurry back."

Jill started to get interested in this. "Ken, we insist."
Jill pushed me down into a chair. "This shouldn't take too
long, and it will be fun. Besides, you can test all the
cosmetics you want here for free." Jill lifted my chin up
as she carefully examined my face. "His natural skin tone
is so dark. He needs a good foundation to smooth out his
complexion and cover up his slight traces of beard." Then
to the salesgirl, who was in shock over this turn of events,
Jill said, "Show us some dark shades of foundation in
beige."

The salesgirl produced a few different bottles. Jill picked
one she liked and began smoothing a liquid makeup all over
my face and neck until she rubbed it in to her satisfaction.
"That's much better. Now what about your eyes? Your
eyebrows are way too thick, but we can't tweeze them here.
I think a little understated brown color would be good for
you." She took a tiny brush and stroked some brown
eyeshadow on my eyelids. Then, warning me to be very still,
she carefully applied a coat of brown mascara to my
eyelashes. She took a brown pencil and drew a line under
each eye, then smudged it with her fingertip. She stood
back and surveyed her work, and she was clearly pleased with
the results. Then she invited Tina to finish the job.

Tina was delighted to help. She looked over the collection
of powder blushers and chose one in a rose color. She took
a big brush and dusted the color on my cheeks. Then she
looked over the vast array of lipsticks. "How about this
one called 'Baby Pink'?," asking the approval of Jill and
the salesgirl. Everyone agreed, so Tina went to work on my
lips. She slowly outlined my lips first with a brush,
filling the brush with color from the lipstick tube. Then
she filled in the rest of my lips straight from the lipstick
tube.

After all this so-called help, Tina and Jill were finished.
They both thought I was simply beautiful and had to let me
see the results in a mirror. I looked in the mirror, and I
was astounded. The face was of a pretty girl, but the face
was mine. The lips were particularly fascinating. They
were a light, bright pink, with a shimmer depending on how
the light hit them.

"Tina, do you see a bulge in the front of his dress?," Jill
asked. It was impossible to hide. This whole experience
really turned me on. How humiliating! To be dressed as a
girl in public, to be recognized by two people at work, to
be fully made-up, and then to have an erection that even the
salesgirl could see.

"I'll take the lipstick," I stammered to the salesgirl,
anxious to get out of the store. I paid for it and got up
to leave. "Uh, thanks girls for all your help."

"Not so fast, Ken," Jill stopped me. "Debbie and Sharon are
here at the mall? Take us to them. We have a few questions
for them about how they got you into this."

There didn't seem much point in arguing, so I agreed. I led
Jill and Tina back through the mall to where I was supposed
to meet Sharon and Debbie. There were more whistles and
comments from the teenaged boys at me, which made me blush
profusely. Finally we got to the other end of the mall and
found Sharon and Debbie.

"Well, Ken you did buy and are wearing a lipstick, so you
did what we told you to do," said Debbie. She looked
closely at my lips. "A frosted shade. Nice choice." Then
looking at the rest of my made-up face, she said, "Now I see
what took you so long. I didn't realize you'd want an
entire make-up job. Very nice. You look terrific." Then
looking at Jill and Tina, she said, "You must be wondering
what all this is about."

"Not only that, but I'm wondering if I can get my boyfriend
into dresses and make-up," replied Jill.

"Well, let's all have a soda and we'll talk about it," said
Sharon. The five of us went for a soda. Sharon and Debbie
told Jill and Tina the whole story, everything they did to
me and everything I did to them. It was particularly
embarrassing to have to relive it all again.

Tina was incredulous. "I can see what Ken looks like, but I
really don't believe he's your sex slave."

Jill had a different angle. "Let's say we do believe
everything you've told us. How about letting us in on it?"

Sharon did not like this idea. "He's our sex slave. Why
should we share him with you? What's in it for us?"

Jill did not have an answer for this. She thought this over
for a long time. Then she excused herself and walked a few
feet away to whisper something to Tina. The two whispered
back and forth for a while, and then they came back all
smiles.

"O.K., how about this?," Jill bargained. "What if I donate
my boyfriend and Tina donates her husband. You help us get
them into dresses. Then we can all swap feminized sex
slaves."

LIPSTICK SLAVE: PART TWO

Chapter One:

Well, now I was really in trouble. It was bad enough that
Debbie and Sharon, whom I worked with, had turned me into
their feminized sex slave. I would dress up when they
ordered me to, get an erection as they put make-up on me,
and service them sexually. Debbie and Sharon would
humiliate me, but at least it had just been the two of them.

But they made me go to the mall in a sexy girl's outfit, and I ran into two more girls from work, Tina and Jill. Tina
and Jill were fascinated by my predicament, and they
convinced Debbie and Sharon to let them in on how they did
it. So here we were, four sexy girls and me, dressed as
another sexy girl, in Debbie's house.

"Let's all sit down and get comfortable," suggested Debbie. "Uh, not so fast Ken." Debbie sat me down in a straight
backed wooden chair. "Jill, why don't you help me tie Ken's hands behind him to the chair. We don't want him to get so hot that he starts playing with himself." Debbie got out
some rope, and she and Jill tied me to the chair.

Debbie spoke to Jill and Tina. "You want to see how we got Ken to be our slave? Sharon and I will show you. But. You have to promise to let us help train your men, and you have to promise to share them with us. Promise?"

Tina and Jill nodded in agreement. Then they and I opened
our mouths in amazement as Debbie opened up the VCR and
popped on a tape. I couldn't believe it; Debbie and Sharon had videotaped my sessions with them! Everything, from the first night up to that evening when they dressed me to go to the mall. Not only did I have to watch it all over again,
but I had to watch it in front of Jill and Tina.

There were several tapes. All five of us were getting hot
watching them. The girls were all fingering themselves
between their legs. I would have liked to do the same, but my hands were bound behind me. There was a noticeable bulge in the front of my miniskirt, and Tina jeered me.

"Wow, look how turned on Ken is. You really dig being
humiliated by girls, don't you? Don't you?"

She said it with authority, and she expected an answer.
Sweet little Tina was no longer so sweet; she was digging
this domination trip. This was a side of her I had never
seen. Maybe she had never seen it either.

"Yes," I replied meekly.

"How about a little action right now?," ordered Tina. And
she climbed onto my chair, thrusting her groin into my face.

"No, not tonight," said Sharon. "Ken's had enough for one
night. Besides, I think the four of us have some plans to
make." Looking at Debbie, Sharon said, "Let's untie him and let him leave for the night." Sharon untied me and said,
"Take these clothes off and put yours back on."

I started to retreat to the bedroom where my clothes were,
when Jill spoke up. "Can't we at least watch him strip?"

That seemed reasonable to Sharon, so she commanded me to
strip in the living room in front of everybody. I took off the high heels, the blouse and miniskirt, the slip, the bra and panties, the garter belt, and the pantyhose. The four
girls were cheering me on like I was a burlesque stripper.
Then I was completely naked for them. Tina and Jill
inspected my penis by hand to see how long and thick it was. Finally Debbie to some pity on me.

"He's had a long night. Let's let him go." Then to me,
"Ken, you can go into the bedroom and put your own clothes
back on. And don't forget to wash your make-up off."

Another reason I had been humiliated. If it hadn't been for Debbie and Sharon forcing me to go to the mall to buy
make-up, I wouldn't have run into my two new tormentors.

As I retreated to the bedroom to change back into my own
clothes, the four girls started jabbering in very loud and
excited voices. They were discussing Tina's husband Bob.
Evidently he would be their next target. I couldn't make
out the details, but it sounded like the four of them were
working out the plot of a play. I got dressed and washed up and went back in the living room. All of a sudden the room got quiet, and all eyes were on me. Tina spoke up.

"Maybe we can get Ken to help us," she asked Sharon and
Debbie.

"Count on it," replied Sharon. And then to me, "Ken, dear. Don't forget to take your lipstick home." She threw me the paper bag. "See you at work!"

The next few days at work were awkward, as I now had four
girls that I tried to avoid. When I did run into Jill or
Tina, they would grin knowingly or apply their make-up
within my eyesight, but otherwise they did not embarrass me verbally. Debbie and Sharon had obviously gotten them to
promise not to embarrass me verbally in front of anyone
else.

Wednesday night came, and I was ordered to Debbie's house
with the usual "Shave nice and close." I rang the bell, and this time Debbie and Tina answered. They were rather simply dressed, in sweaters and tight jeans, with no make-up. I had been through this scene before, so I thought I knew what to expect. But I was wrong.

Tina was all excited and kissed me long and deep. "Strip," she commanded, before Debbie had a chance to say anything.

I looked over at Debbie, unsure of what to do. Debbie
understood my confusion. She smiled at me and said, "It's
OK Ken. You do whatever either of us tells you to tonight.

I stripped, and the girls began to work on me. They shaved my legs, thighs and chest, and trimmed my pubic hair. They
tweezed my eyebrows; this hurt, but more importantly this
seemed like a permanent thing that wouldn't just wash off
later tonight. I could imagine how I would explain tweezed eyebrows tomorrow at work.

There was no time to worry about that, as Debbie produced
some sort of a corset. She and Tina quickly laced me into
it. At once it cut off my ability to take a deep breath, it narrowed my waist, and it squeezed my chest, creating the
illusion of cleavage. Next came foam rubber false breasts, complete with a nipple, which they attached to me with some sort of adhesive. A lacy bra and a garter belt followed,
and then they each rolled a nylon stocking up my legs. They put a pair of very high heels on me, and then they marched
me over to a coffee table full of make-up.

They had worked quickly and almost silently. I stood before them in high heels and some very sexy lingerie, trying to
comprehend the various sensations. The corset was tight and confining. The falsies jiggled and felt delicious against
my own nipples. The stockings felt cool and smooth against my legs. The heels were uncomfortable, stretching my leg
muscles.

Debbie broke the silence. "Tina, this is your party. I'll do Ken's nails. You make him up the way you think Bob will like him."

This was the first mention of Bob this evening. I got very nervous. "Wait a minute. What's going on? I thought this was just going to be between us. I don't want a guy to see me dressed like this."

Tina slapped me hard across the ass. I had forgotten, or
maybe they had forgotten; they hadn't dressed me in panties. Tina scowled at me. "You'll do what we tell you, when we
tell you, or there'll be hell to pay." She meant it. I bet she had a lot of ideas, too. I decided not to complain.

The girls sat me down. Debbie started gluing fake nails
over mine. Then she applied nail polish over both my real
nails and the fake nails in a deep pink. This was my first experience with nail polish, and it smelled awful. But the girls were certainly going all out with my appearance tonight.

Tina put my chin in her hand and examined my face critically. Then she reached for a bottle of liquid make-up and she smoothed it over my face slowly until my face had the color and texture she wanted. I must say it is very sexy to have a pretty girl slowly running her hand over your face. I started getting the usual stirrings in my penis. Tina was busy with my face, but Debbie, who was waiting for my nail polish to dry, saw the rise in my penis.

"Tina, do you realize he's starting to get hot? Wearing
make-up does that to him, you know. Do you want him this
hot when Bob arrives?"

Tina replied, "No, that will spoil the effect. After I
finish his face, I have an interesting idea to take care of his hard-on."

I couldn't imagine what she had in mind, although I was sure it wouldn't be good.

Tina took a brown pencil and filled in some of my eyebrow
hair that had been tweezed away a few minutes before. Then she examined her various eyeshadow colors and chose one in a light brown. She gently stroked the color on my eyelids
with a small brush. Mascara was next. She took a black
mascara with some sort of adjustable dial, turned the dial
up as high as it would go, and gently brushed the liquid
onto my eyelashes. "I'm giving you extra thick lashes," she explained. "In fact, after this first coat dries, I'm going to give you a second coat of mascara. This ought to make
you look especially flirty." A soft black pencil was next, and Tina carefully drew a line at the edge of both my upper and lower eyelids, and then smudged the lines with her
fingertips. By now the first coat of mascara had dried, and she applied a second coat.

Debbie wanted to see the eye make-up job. She lifted up my chin and looked at me critically. "Very pretty job, Tina.
Very understated eye shadow and eye liner, but then those
long dark lashes look so sexy." I cringed hearing this
description of me.

Meanwhile Tina was going through her blusher collection.
She chose a shade she called Soft Pink, and she stroked it
on my cheeks in wide circular strokes with a big brush.
"Ken, this is such a pretty color for you."

Tina's gentle touch as she made me up, her and Debbie's
comments on how sexy I looked, and the whole scene of them
ordering me around dressed the way I was had really turned
me on. But of course, they had saved the best for last.

Tina made a big production hunting through her lipsticks.
She and Debbie knew what effect lipstick had on me. Finally Tina chose the one she wanted. But she looked down at my
throbbing penis. "Ken, before I apply your lipstick, I
think you had better control yourself. Take your thumb and your forefinger and squueze your penis hard, right under the head, so you won't come." I did as she instructed. The
girls looked on approvingly.

Tina took the lipstick, unscrewed it, and whipped it under
my nose for me to smell it as she had seen Debbie and Sharon do in the video. They knew what they were doing; I love
that smell. Then Tina turned it over and made me read the
color out load. Plum Velvet. "Plum?" I asked. "Purple?
That's an ugly color for lipstick. Why are you doing this
to me?"

"No, you're wrong Ken," Tina answered. She took the
lipstick and brushed a little amount on a fine brush. She
slowly painted the outline of my lips with it. Then she
took the lipstick tube and applied it directly to my lips.
She went back and forth over them several times. I kept
squeezing my cock harder and harder. Finally she was done
with the lipstick.

Debbie and Tina looked at me for a long time, then they
looked at each other, and they smiled. Debbie said, "Ken,
Tina was right. It's not really a purple lip color. When
you see it, you'll simply adore it."

Tina and Debbie were not yet done. They picked out some
clip-on earings and put them on me. A hoop dangling on the end of a chain. The hoop brushed against my face every time I turned my head slightly. Next, Tina brought over a long
brown wig and put it on me. Long, perfectly straight medium color brown, hanging way down my back. And finally she
sprayed me with some delicately scented perfume. The girls squealed with delight when they saw the finished product.

"Ken, you're simply gorgeous!, exclaimed Tina. "You must
take a look. Go over there by the mirror and study
yourself."

There was a full-length mirror on a closet door, so I went
over for a look. I was fascinated! There I was. Long,
flowing brown hair. Very thin tweezed eyebrows, with a
little brow color pencilled back in. Soft looking eyes,
except for my eyelashes: they were black and curled and
they were enormous. A very smooth looking complexion, with some light pink color highlighting my cheekbones. And those lips. Sensuous lips, perfectly shaped, in a color much
darker than a pink but not as dark as a red. They were
moist and shiny. I continued examining the image in the
mirror, which bore some resemblance to me, but not much.
Full breasts in a lacy bra, a corset which narrowed my waist to feminine proportions, a sexy garter belt, stockings and
high heels. I was hypnot