Lady In The House Ch. 13

I knew that I wouldn't be disturbed until the warden arrived and was grateful to have a completely walled-in cell with a solid steel door; the thought of dressing whilst the other inmates and guards watched me through a barred cell was something I didn't even want to contemplate.

I arranged the cosmetics on the small shelf fixed above my sink and stood in front of the mirror to start what was again becoming a familiar ritual. I put a layer of foundation on my face and applied powder from a compact to set it. I rouged my cheeks and applied plenty of black eyeliner and heavy mascara to my eyes and lashes. I carefully applied aqua-blue eyeshadow to my eyelids and then put a coat of pink eyeshadow above that brushing it up to my eyebrows and out to the extremities of my eye sockets.

I applied two-coat plum-red coloured lipstick, colouring my lips with the applicator and then setting the lipstick with the clear, glossy topcoat. Lastly I gave my face a fine dusting of finishing powder being careful to keep it off my mascara. There; the perfect whore's face, made up to perfection. I guessed that Carmel had packed the bag because the makeup was the exact style she would have had me wear in my E Block workroom.

Satisfied with my makeup I stepped into a black satin-lined suspender belt, the garter straps dangled down and tickled the tops of my thighs. I then squeezed into a matching satin brassiere. I pushed the silicon breastforms into the cups of the bra and arranged them to look as natural as possible and then sat down on the cot.

I carefully slipped a pair of fully-fashioned black nylon stockings up my legs and adjusted the back-seams so they were straight and fixed them to the silver clips on my suspender straps. A subtle feeling of stimulation shuddered through my body as the gossamer nylons slid up my shaved legs. The feelings intensified as I pulled a pair of black nylon full-cut panties up my legs and smoothed them around my buttocks and adjusted the waistband over my suspender belt. I suppressed my feelings of arousal and concentrated on getting dressed.