A crossdresser in lingerie, his eyes downcast, kneels before his mistress. She's a vision of dominance, her corset cinched tight, her whip resting on his shoulder. "You love this, don't you, sissy?" she purrs, running a gloved hand over his silk-covered body. He nods, his voice a soft whimper. She orders him to touch himself, to stroke his hard cock through the lace. He obeys, his cheeks flushing with shame and arousal. She watches, her eyes gleaming, her own desire growing. "Good, sissy," she whispers, her voice a dark promise of the delights to come. "You're learning."