You should not have borrowed my lipstick

“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,” Thomas 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?,” Daphne said teasingly.

Thomas’s cock was hard from all this, and waiting for the nail polish to dry did not diminish it all. Here Thomas was naked in front of sexy Daphne (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 Daphne 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?” Daphne was certainly going to make the most of Thomas’s humiliating situation.
Thomas 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 Daphne’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 Thomas started stroking himself.