"Bound in satin and lace, the crossdresser's transformation is complete. His Mistress, resplendent in leather, surveys her handiwork with a satisfied smirk. 'You're a vision, my little sissy,' she purrs, tracing the line of his gartered stockings. 'Now, let's see if you've learned your lessons.' She snaps her fingers, and he drops to his knees, his face level with her crotch. 'Worship,' she demands, her voice cold and commanding. The sissy hesitates, then leans in, his tongue flicking out to taste her, his humiliation complete, his arousal undeniable."