I am writing this as a task for my Domme.
She told me that she liked the way my mouth looked doing things in lipstick. It was a surprising realization that I watched her come to while we were standing in a friend's living room. You see, I do not wear make-up. Certainly not lipstick. Maybe some concealer if a fun night lands me with some bruises that I can't hide under my clothing. But I do not care to spend my time in front of a mirror applying make-up every morning and all those brushes and pencils poking around my eyes make me tear up. I never learned how to do make-up properly, I suppose. What some girls do with make-up is downright magical to me. I mean, they call it a mascara wand for a reason, right? Alright, maybe it has a little bit to do with the fact that I am what you might call "masculine presenting" or "butch", but I prefer the former. My hair is cut short. You're far more likely to catch me in a suit than a dress, although it should be noted that I look damn good in either. But masculine women wear make-up all the time, and so do masculine men for that matter. So, mostly, it's just that I don't know how.
But on that day, I was wearing a full face of make-up. A group of us were sitting around a friend's apartment drinking beers in the middle of a Saturday afternoon. After a while, we all got bored so my friend, who is a professional make-up artist, jokingly suggested that it would be fun to do my make-up. I think she was a little surprised when I agreed without hesitation or fanfare, but, like I said, I don't dislike the idea of wearing make-up. I just don't know how to do it myself. So, I followed her over to the vanity where she kept all of her make-up. I watched as she pulled out tubes and sticks and palettes. She held things up to make face to make some mysterious mental calculations that are beyond my comprehension. Then she led me back over to a chair by the window and told me to sit. We continued to chat and drink beers while she used brushes and pencils and pure magic to apply make-up to my face. When she was done, she giggled with joy as she handed me a little handheld mirror. It was strange to see myself with a full face of make-up but she's good at what she does, that's for certain. She asked if she could add just one more thing - lipstick.
Now lipstick, for some reason, seems like the next level of make-up to me. Maybe it's because of the brightness or the emphasis it puts on your mouth or the term "lipstick lesbian". Whatever it is, lipstick is not just make-up in my mind, it is outward femininity. I had never worn lipstick before that day, not even when my hair was long. So, I agreed. I was curious. My friend got out the brightest red lipstick you can imagine, like a cartoon red lipstick, and applied it to my mouth. And, you know what? I didn't look half bad. In fact, I looked kind of hot. I would have made out me.
She had been there the whole time, half watching in amusement, but not overly invested in my mini makeover. We were all a little tipsy at that point so we started searching for snacks out of the kitchen. There were these little brownies that somebody grabbed from god knows where. She held one out to ask if I wanted it. I don't know what came over me but, instead of taking it from her like I normally would, I leaned over and took a bit out of the brownie while she was still holding it in her hand. I looked her dead in the eye the whole time but I noticed that she wasn't looking back at my eyes. She was watching my mouth. My bright red lipstick mouth. Her eyes got wide and a smile spread across her face like a kid unwrapping a gift on Christmas to find a toy that Mom said they couldn't have. In front of everyone, standing around drinking beer and eating junk food, she told me that she never realized how much she would enjoy watching my mouth do things in lipstick.
