The crossdresser, bound and gagged, is at his mistress's mercy. She orders him into a revealing dress, his masculinity challenged by the frills and lace. 'Dance for me, sissy,' she purrs, enjoying his discomfort. He moves tentatively, his body rebelling against the unnatural movements. She clucks her tongue, 'Is that all you've got? You'll have to do better than that if you want to please me.' His feminization is her power, and she wields it with cruel delight.