Entranced Ideas Part 4: Pink Lipgloss

There is something so satisfying to me about makeup. To me makeup has the power to change, to transform. The lipstick alone sets the tone of my look.

Black lips give me the power to be more dominant.

Red lips are seductive and sexy.

Clear gloss is natural and pretty.

Pink is silly, girlish and bubbly.

Something always comes to mind when I look at my sparkling pink lip gloss. I bought it for my birthday as part of the My Little Pony makeup set and really haven’t worn it much. My tastes have changed since then. But still there is something magical in that tube of gloss, something transformative.

Now inexperienced in sexual pursuits as I am, I do know about on thing. Kissing. I’ve been told by many of my ex’s that it’s something I am fairly good at so I hold my standards high. A good kiss can do many things, especially when tampered with by hypnotic means.

So imagine this.

I am sat at the corner of the bed. Mirror in hand. Meticulously applying a pink gloss with such precision. Such ease. Like a well rehearsed dance between the applicator and my lips.

You stare. Your eyes helpless to do anything but watch as I cover my lips with the gloss. Knowing that I have drugged it. Knowing that my spell is woven into each and every sparkling gem on them. Knowing that you will soon feel their power.

I place the mirror down and gently twist the gloss shut. My eyes catch yours as you feel the rising anticipation of what’s to come. My kiss. Your lips ache to feel the gentle caress of my drugged lipgloss as you start to imagine its effects.

First the gloss is transferred from my lips to yours, the sweetest of kisses mingling with a buzzing in your head, a rush of intense pleasure coursing through your entire being.

Then as I pull my lips from yours you notice a small smile creep across your face followed by a dazed giggle. The spell has you now and will start to eat at your intelligence. Piece by piece of your IQ slips into oblivion as you giggle more, as the pink, shiny gloss makes your mind pink. Horny. Stupid. You start gently twirling your hair as a your eyes become vacant. You smile up at me.

Finally you find yourself begging to do it again. Babbling something, “Like, can we do that again?” I chuckle to myself knowing all too well that our little make-out session would led you right to mindless stupor, so of course I lean over to gently caress my lips with yours again. This time lingering, pressing my tongue against yours, teaching your mouth the moves that will destroy your mind. The pleasure rising between us as you find yourself so confused, dumb and horny. Making you my silly little bimbo. A silly bimbo doll for me to play with. All the while showing you how soft my lips really are…

I pull away and gaze at my toy. Giggling your mind away you can do nothing but revel from the mind-melting kiss. Twirling your hair, sitting so pretty on your knees and giggling.

I wonder how long the effects will last?