She paces around him, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, her voice a sultry purr as she orders him to suck her toes, to kiss her stocking-clad legs. He obeys, his face a picture of humiliation and pleasure, his cock straining against the lace. She laughs, a low, throaty sound, and commands him to touch himself, to show her how much he loves being her sissy girl. He does, his strokes frantic, his moans filling the room as she watches, her own pleasure growing, ready to take control again.