The sissy slave's body is a canvas for his mistress's perverse art. She forces him into a corset, lacing it tightly, feeling his breath hitch as his ribs protest. Next, she slips him into a pair of stockings, the seams running up his legs, a mockery of his masculinity. His final trial is a pair of high heels, wobbling and teetering, his balance precarious, his dignity in tatters. All the while, his mistress films, her voice a cruel symphony of commands and insults, her eyes gleaming with kinky delight.