"Bound in lace and satin, you're paraded before the Femdom's webcam, her voice a whip crack in your ear. 'Look at you, you pathetic little crossdresser,' she taunts, running a finger along your now-smooth legs. You've been stripped of your masculinity, feminized, humiliated. She forces you to watch as she teases herself, your body betraying you, responding to her pleasure. 'You want this, don't you, sissy?' she purrs, 'You want to please me, to serve me.' You nod, your voice barely a whisper, 'Yes, Mistress.' She laughs, a sound like ice, 'Good. Now, clean this room. And don't you dare leave a mess. You know what happens when you do.'"