He had his reservations when she told him he was a red, as he unabashedly much preferred the pink. However, now maybe for the sixth time this week, he had to admit when seeing the glossy cosmetics paint across his lips that she was right.
She was always right.
The brief interlude with the mirror was a small reprieve from his duties. He was touching up his make-up wanting to make sure he looked perfect as he did his best job as server. It was mistress's party tonight. She had them often as she was quite the social creature so the setting wasn't anything particularly new to her pet boy.
This was one of the first events that he was allowed to 'help' other than servicing her when his leash was pulled and just generally being eye candy something he was still skeptical about his validity as,
