Anal Queen

When I finally had all the garters hooked, I stepped into the transparent thong and slid it up my legs. I adjusted my cock so that it pointed at my bellybutton. Although the panties were little more than a little triangle of fabric, I managed to fit everything in there.

"Very impressive," Amanda said.

She ran to the bedroom and returned with a shoe box.

"Put these on," she said.

I took the box and pulled off the lid. Inside were a pair of clear, size-13 stripper heels. I smiled at Amanda.

"You shouldn't have," I said.

Amanda shrugged.

"It's your first time," she said. "It's the least I could do."

I wedged my feet into the shoes and walked four steps across the living room carpet. I was doing great. But when I tried to pivot to walk back, my ankle rolled. Amanda gasped.

"You OK?" she asked.

"Fine," I said. "It wasn't as bad as it looked."

"Good," she said. "Because now I need you to follow me."

We went into the bathroom, where a cosmetics tray lay on the marble counter. Amanda and I sat facing each other on padded stools. She dug through the make-up tray until she found a black pencil.

"OK," she said. "We're going to start with eyeliner. Look up for me."

Amanda traced the bottom edges of my eyes as I looked up at her stucco ceiling.

"Now close them," she said.

I felt her drawing on the edge of my left eyelid and then the right. She had a gentle touch.

"Keep them closed," she said after finishing the right eye.

I heard a few clicks , then a light pressure sweeping across my lids.

"Eyeshadow?" I asked.

"You got it, babe," Amanda said.

When I opened my eyes, I looked into the mirror above the counter. Amanda had laid on the eyeliner thick and decorated my eyelids with a purple shadow that matched my corset. Our eyes met in the mirror. We smiled at each other.