Mistress's latest toy, a strapping, former alpha male, is now a sniveling crossdresser, thanks to her expert training. She presents him in a frilly, pink babydoll dress, complete with a white sash reading "Sissy Whore." She uses him as her personal ashtray, stubbing out cigarettes on his bare chest, marking him with her brand. The room fills with the scent of singed flesh and the sound of his whimpers. Yet, despite the pain, his cock tents the dress, betraying his arousal. She laughs, a cruel, mocking sound, before whipping him into a frenzy of need and shame.