The crossdresser's eyes flutter closed as the cool lipstick glides across his mouth, a stark contrast to the heat building between his legs. His mistress' voice, a husky symphony, guides him, "Spread your legs, my pet. Wider. That's it." He feels the silk stockings against his skin, the garter belt digging into his hips as he steps into the heels. She watches, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction, her hands on the riding crop resting against her shoulder. "This is your purpose now," she whispers, tracing the outline of his erect cock straining against the dress. "To serve me, to please me, dressed as I command." He nods, his voice a breathless whisper, "Yes, Mistress."