You should not have borrowed my lipstick

This went on for a short time and Thomas was close to cumming. Suddenly Daphne 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.”
Thomas 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 Daphne shouted “Stop!” She still wasn’t happy. “No, you need more lipstick, sissy. You put it on yourself, this time.”

So Thomas took the tube of berry lipstick and applied it to his already richly colored red lips. Thomas was beginning to shake – the image in the mirror was so erotic. Thomas looked at Daphne and she nodded her approval. Thomas resumed stroking himself once more. He stroked and stroked. He was about to cum, and this time Thomas was beyond the point of no return. Thomas erupted like a gusher. He was still shaking. Daphne was watching with great enjoyment at the spectacle Thomas had made, and in fact she had reached under her dress and was stroking herself the whole time. There Thomas was, in hot red lips and cheeks, a bra, heels, and his cock glistening with hand lotion and cum.
If Thomas 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…