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Haunting, Isn’t It? | dayeandknight | 8

 

The clothes forced Alex to glide to the vanity and sit, the stockings making his leg cross at the knee. The feeling of the silk rubbing against his manhood causing some unwanted arousal. On the vanity table were an assortment of beauty supplies that seemed to call out, as if pleading to be used. Much to Alex's reluctance, his gloves obliged the supplies.

The next moments were a blur of powders and sprays. He tried to turn his head away, but his gloved hands forced his face to except this new humiliation. With the makeup on his face, Alex found himself unable to turn his head, as if the makeup itself was holding his face in place. He watched helplessly as his hands painted his face with mascara, eyeshadow and lipstick.

Once done with his face, the gloved hands grabbed a pair of scissors and went to town on his head. His hair was getting kind of long, but his girlfriend liked it so he didn't mind before. Now he regretted giving, whatever it was that was doing this to him, anything to work with. After a short time of shaping and combing, what looked back at Alex in the mirror could ever have been mistaken for anything other than a beautiful young lady.

His hands reached out and grabbed some kind of bottle that looked like perfume or something and it sprayed him lightly. Before placing it back down, his hands brought the nozzle to his mouth. His painted lips opened without Alex telling them to do so and his mouth was spritzed with the spray. The taste wasn't unpleasant, in fact, he kind of liked it.

Once his clothes seemed to be satisfied with his appearance, their hold over Alex disappeared. He stood quickly, so quickly he almost fell again. He tried to remove his offending attire but nothing would budge. Alex paced in the room trying to rationalize what just happened but couldn't come up with anything that didn't sound crazy. As he walked, his stockinged legs brushed against each other in a pleasing manor and their movement cause more unintentional excitement. Alex didn't like what was going on but the silk just felt so good on his skin.

 

Alex is back in charge, but for how long?


          The Pressure mounts

          A maid's job is to clean

 
 
 

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