A sissy sub, dressed in frilly panties and a matching bra, kneels before his stern Mistress. She towers over him, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she paces, her eyes never leaving his cowed form. She snaps her fingers, commanding him to stand. He rises, his hands trembling as he reaches for the zipper of her skirt. She smirks, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. He undresses her slowly, his fingers brushing against her skin, his heart pounding in his chest. Once she's undressed, she takes his hand, guiding it between her legs. He fingers her, his touch hesitant at first, but gaining confidence as she moans. She pushes him to his knees, her hand on the back of his head as she guides his mouth to her pussy. He licks, his tongue exploring her folds, his nose brushing against her clit. She grinds against him, her hips moving in time with his tongue. She comes with a shudder, her fingers tangling in his hair. She pulls him up, her mouth finding his, kissing him deeply, her taste on his lips. She calls him a good boy, her voice soft, her eyes filled with pride.