And In Summery 2 HD

And in summery 2 Applying mascara to my naturally long lashes, I blink into my makeup mirror, a little taken aback at the female blinking back at me. I’m sure I’ve seen her before somewhere. I check I’m wearing just enough eyeliner and the shadow is nicely blended to draw attention to my cute eyes from any attentive admirer. Casting my gaze downwards over my smooth skin for blemish or uneven foundation – well, as a girl out there in broad daylight I want to look as attractive as I possibly can. With my large brush I dust a little shimmering highlighter above my cheekbones then contour my cheeks with a light bronzer, finishing with rosy blusher to accentuate my undeniable bashful girlie appearance. Completing my makeup routine I outline my naturally full lips, filling in with a deep-red glistening lipstick. I pat off the excess onto a tissue in exactly the same way countless other females have over the centuries then inspect the result, slightly pursing my lips into a gentle pout - would a man desire to experience the soft feminine gentle kiss. Picking a suitable pair of earrings, maybe something dangly would make me look appealing. I ease off the tiny wing and then gingerly offer the spike towards my ear watching in the makeup mirror as the hard silver barb enters the soft sensitive tissue. I wince ever so slightly as I submit to the sensation of penetration and the faint feeling of pain. The wing is repositioned slightly squeezing my earlobe creating the unquestionable feeling and look of the adorned female – of obedient womanhood. But I’m still completely naked – all except the silky pastel pink satin dressing gown whilst I’m sitting in at my makeup table But I know exactly what I have to wear tonight! It’s as if somebody else was telling me - taken over my power of choice. I get the clear concept of an outfit in my mind. Then it seems I’m only left to obey. My dress is all carefully ironed, hanging on its hanger. On the bed is the exquisite French satin and lace vintage style lingerie – the size 36C dusty-pink 50s bullet bra, the size 10 dusty pink-satin full panties, the size medium deep satin and lace dusty-pink garter belt with wide straps and back closure of 4 hook and eyes and size medium yellow seamed stockings. Squeezing a little rich moisturiser onto elegantly manicured fingers, I smooth a little onto my legs, up my thighs, around my bottom, up my body and down along my arms. Unlike modern underwear, the bra has little stretch. I fasten the three hook and eyes on the tightest position in front of my stomach then as with women all over the world pull the bra around so the cups are now to the front and wriggle into it pulling the wide straps over my slender shoulders. There is little give as I breathe. I neaten up and smooth out the cup fabric around each breast. Stepping into the full satin panties I wriggle them up over my thighs and around my bottom. They have no stretch and the elasticated legs hold the satin fabric close around m