Bound and exposed, you're a canvas for her twisted desires. She parades you in your sissy attire, giggling at your humiliation as she snaps pictures to share with her friends. Her voice drips with contempt, each word a lash on your bare skin. Yet, you're hard, aching for her touch, craving her approval. She notices, smirks, and leans in, her breath hot on your ear as she whispers, "You're pathetic, but I'll use you."