Strapped to a St. Andrew's cross, the sissy's body is a canvas of red welts and quivering anticipation. The femdom mistress, a vision in latex, teases the bound submissive with a riding crop, tracing lines of fire across their skin. She orders the sissy to open wide, and with a wicked grin, she slides a gagging ball into their mouth. The room fills with the sounds of moans muffled by the gag, the crack of the crop, and the wet slurping of the sissy's own juices as they're brought to the brink of orgasm, only to be denied, again and again.