Made Up

Elizabeth sat next to Douglas, applying cleanser and moisturizer to his face. He pouted a bit. This was getting out of hand. She massaged his face for a moment, then wiped it with a white towel.

"See all the dead skin cells and grime? Didn't know you were walking around all day with this in your skin, hm?" Elizabeth chided him.

"No," Douglas admitted. He shifted, as his panties were up his ass a little too tight.

"So normally we'd prime your face first, but since you're just going back home, we can put on the foundation."

They sat in silence, as Elizabeth applied the foundation, the concealer, the contouring, and the blush.

"This is taking forever," Douglas complained.

"You always made that very clear, rushing me when we were married," Elizabeth said, frowning. "But now the shoe is on the other foot, you'll have to learn patience. Now, the important part -- the eyeshadow, the filler for the eyebrows, the eyeliner, the mascara ... you seduce through your eyes, Douglas." She applied the makeup, scrutinizing him every few seconds. Finally, she applied the lip liner and a nice cherry red lipstick. She appraised him silently.

"Very nice. Take a look, dear," she said, showing him how he looked in a handheld mirror. Douglas had to admit he looked ... pretty.