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BORROW1.TXT - by Cindy V. femdom, TV, humiliation
He Shouldn't Have Borrowed Her Lipstick
It was late Tuesday evening and Tim had stayed at work after everyone
had left to get a few things done. Since it was quiet and deserted, Tim
thought he could work in peace. Tim was taking a break, walking around
a little, when he passed Cheryl's cubicle. Cheryl had left the latest
issue of Cosmopolitan on her desk, so Tim started thumbing through it.
Of course, Cosmo always has some pictures of great looking women, and this
issue was no exception. Tim found a photo of a young, gorgeous blonde
with a defiant attitude, wearing a low cut blouse, a black miniskirt, and
heels. This picture was making him hot, and Tim had to do something about
that.
Cheryl also had a bottle of hand lotion on her desk and her makeup
bag. Tim thought she must find it convenient to keep one makeup kit in
the office and one at home. Tim decided to borrow both the lotion and the
kit and go into a stall in the men's room. Late at night and alone at
work in the men's room seemed as private as a fantasy crossdresser like
him could ever ask.
So Tim entered a stall, opened the Cosmo to the picture of the
beautiful blonde, and opened Cheryl's bag until he found one of her
lipsticks. Pink Champagne said the label. Tim applied some to his lips
and then started stroking himself with the hand lotion. The photo, the
lipstick and the hand lotion were all having their effect on him, and Tim
was close to cumming.
Suddenly Tim heard someone enter the men's room. Tim assumed he was
still safe, since he was seated on the commode. However, whoever it was
headed right for his stall and quickly opened the stall door. Damn, Tim
hadn't locked it. And there he was, looking up at the face of a very
amused Cheryl.
"So it WAS you!," Cheryl said. "I came back to get my copy of Cosmo.
I noticed it was gone, and then I noticed my hand lotion was missing and
so was my makeup case. I glanced around and saw your computer was on.
So I looked for you in here."
Cheryl was still in her work clothes. A tight clinging knit dress
and heels. Cheryl has medium length curly black hair, brown eyes and long
dark lashes that don't need mascara or eyeliner, a nice face, sensuous
lips, and a great body. She is short, about 5'2", but she has a cocky
attitude that makes her seem much taller. She put her hands on her sexy
hips, and they both knew that she had caught him red-handed - and red-
faced!
"You certainly look cute with your cock big and shiny like that. And
those lips are SO precious. But they got that way from MY lipstick!
You've got a hell of a nerve taking it, you sissy!," she screamed at poor
Tim.
And with that Cheryl slapped him hard across the face. She liked the
feel of that, so she did it again. Then a third time. She pulled his
pants and underpants, which were down around his ankles anyway, off him.
She grabbed him by the penis to pull him out of the stall, but she had
forgotten Tim was all lotioned up. She disgustedly wiped her hand off on
his face. Then she grabbed him by the balls, which Tim had not used
lotion on, and pulled him out. That hurt like hell! Then she took his
pants and underpants and with a very satisfied look on her face, she threw
them in the toilet. Tim watched with horror as they got soaked.
"Well Sissy, now I know you can't run away, can you? So you like to
jerk off wearing lipstick, huh?" Tim's cheeks burned in shame as he
looked at the floor. "ANSWER ME!" She squeezed his balls again.
Partly because of the pain in his balls, and partly because she knew
the truth as well as he, Tim told her yes, he liked the idea of jerking
off while wearing lipstick, although he had never had a chance to do that
until now.
Cheryl thought about this for a moment, and suddenly her eyes
gleamed. "If you like to jerk off wearing lipstick, maybe you'd like a
few other feminine things too. Would you like to jerk off wearing a bra
and heels too?" Tim couldn't imagine that she kept an extra bra and heels
in the office, but Tim said yes, he would. And with that she yanked him
by the balls, pulled him out of the men's room, and led him towards the
women's room.
"What's the matter, you little sissy? Afraid someone will see you?,"
Cheryl teased him. "But there's no one else here, is there?" Tim
certainly hoped there wasn't, as she led him half naked across the floor.
They entered the women's room. Fortunately for Tim it was empty.
She told him to take off the rest of his clothes - shirt, socks and shoes.
Cheryl went into one of the stalls to remove her bra in privacy.
Obviously she wasn't afraid of him running away - where would Tim go with
his pants soaking in the toilet? She came back to him twirling her bra
in his face. Her nipples, free from her bra, pressed against her tight
dress. She looked so sexy!
Without a word she put the bra on him. It was too small, of course,
around his chest, and it pinched. She stuffed the cups with paper towels
and had him look at himself in the mirror. "Oh, you look so cute with
breasts," she taunted him.
She kicked off her heels and had him step in them. She knew he
couldn't get his feet into them at all, but she wanted him to just step
on them for their height. His calf muscles strained in their unfamiliar
position.
"I know you want my panties too, but you can't have them, dear. I
don't want your messy cum all over them. Besides, I want an unobstructed
view of that cock of yours when it jerks off," Cheryl teased him.
Then she sat him down by the mirror. She looked critically at his
face for a long moment. "I bet you'd love a full makeup job, wouldn't
you, sissy? But I'm really not in the mood for that. I think I'll just
redo your pretty lips, though."
She wiped off her pink lipstick from him. "A pretty sissy girl like
you ought to have a hotter shade than pink, don't you think?" She reached
in her makeup kit and took out a lip pencil with a felt tip. Cheryl
slowly outlined his lips in what she called a red berry color. As Tim saw
his image in the mirror, he could have cum from just that alone. But then
she pulled out a tube of matching berry lipstick and filled in his lips
with the rich color. She put on a full coat, made him blot his lips, and
then put on another coat. She seemed satisfied with the deep red color.
Then she went into her case and pulled out a thin tube of something. She
unscrewed it and out came a little wand of a wet red liquid. Lip gloss,
she explained. She rubbed it all over his lips, especially in the middle
of the bottom lip, until his lips glistened with wet shine.
"Oooh, your lips are so sexy, sissy" she cooed at him with sarcasm.
"But you're not done yet." She reached into her bag again, pulled out a
bottle, and made him extend his hands out onto a table. "Oh no," Tim
cried, "not nail polish!"
She explained that she was doing his nails in a matching berry color
to his lips. They both knew the meaning of this: lipstick washes off,
but nail polish is not so simple to remove.
"I think it will be interesting to see nice red nails running up and
down that cock, don't you sissy?," Cheryl said teasingly.
Tim's cock was hard from all this, and waiting for the nail polish
to dry did not diminish it all. Here Tim was naked in front of sexy
Cheryl (except for a bra, anyway), his lips red and wet with color. He
felt so silly blowing on his nails so they would dry quicker.
Finally Cheryl decided that his nails were dry. She gave him the
hand lotion and told him to stand up. She stepped back to a chair at the
other end of the room for a full view of the show.
"Go to it, sissy. You know what to do. Make that cock nice and
slippery and show me how much you love your lipstick and nail polish.
Look at yourself in the mirror while you jerk off. Why don't you
fantasize you are making love to that pretty girl in the mirror?" Cheryl
was certainly going to make the most of Tim's humiliating situation.
Tim was desperate for relief. He poured some hand lotion into his
hand. He was entranced by the shiny red nail polish on his fingers. He
teetered on Cheryl's high heels. He looked in the mirror and saw a
ridiculous image of a masculine face, but with very hot, red, wet lips.
And Tim started stroking himself.
This went on for a short time and Tim was close to cumming. Suddenly
Cheryl shouted "Stop!" She decided his image wasn't quite right for her
tastes. She took out a big fluffy brush and applied rose blusher to his
cheeks. Like they weren't red enough without the blush. She reached into
his bra and ran the brush lightly over his nipples too. Obviously she was
doing this to humiliate him one tiny bit more by delaying his orgasm.
"Ummm, your cheeks and nipples look so yummy now," she teased. "OK, now
go ahead."
Tim had to regain a little of where he had been before in his
masturbating. He stroked and stroked and again was close to cumming.
Again Cheryl shouted "Stop!" She still wasn't happy. "No, you need more
lipstick, sissy. You put it on yourself, this time."
So Tim took the tube of berry lipstick and applied it to his already
richly colored red lips. Tim was beginning to shake - the image in the
mirror was so erotic. Tim looked at Cheryl and she nodded her approval.
Tim resumed stroking himself once more. He stroked and stroked. He was
about to cum, and this time Tim was beyond the point of no return. Tim
erupted like a gusher. He was still shaking. Cheryl was watching with
great enjoyment at the spectacle Tim had made, and in fact she had reached
under her dress and was stroking herself the whole time. There Tim was,
in hot red lips and cheeks, a bra, heels, and his cock glistening with
hand lotion and cum.
If Tim had not been embarrassed enough at everything that had
happened so far, suddenly a new fear took hold. Someone else was opening
the women's room door!
TO BE CONTINUED?!