Bound at the wrists, the crossdresser squirms, their eyes locked onto the mistress's leather-clad form. She teases them with a feather, tracing it along their stockinged legs, up their gartered thighs, and across their lace-clad crotch. The sissy's breath hitches, their cock twitching with anticipation. The mistress grins, her voice a low purr, "You're going to love this, my pet. And you'll beg for more."