The crossdresser's eyes water, mascara running down his cheeks as he's pushed to his limits. The mistress' voice, cold and commanding, penetrates his senses. "You love this, don't you, you pathetic little sissy? You crave the humiliation, the pain." She pauses, caressing his now crimson ass, feeling the heat. He whimpers, "Yes, mistress." She smirks, raising her paddle, "Then scream for me, my pet. Let the world know who you truly are."