A lady of leisure, the Countess reclines on the chaise longue to maintain her beauty. In a
pink hood and sissy wig, Her servant is a parody of femininity. Strictly forbidden from ever touching
any furniture, his lot is to kneel beside Her and tend to Her every whim. He carefully hands Her the
expensive items from Her make-up bag as commanded, fully aware of the severe punishments he
would endure should he make any error. His one remaining task is to hold the mirror for Her. He
wishes She would choose a lighter one, but She prefers this one. He is admonished for failing t...

A lady of leisure, the Countess reclines on the chaise longue to maintain her beauty. In a
pink hood and sissy wig, Her servant is a parody of femininity. Strictly forbidden from ever touching
any furniture, his lot is to kneel beside Her and tend to Her every whim. He carefully hands Her the
expensive items from Her make-up bag as commanded, fully aware of the severe punishments he
would endure should he make any error. His one remaining task is to hold the mirror for Her. He
wishes She would choose a lighter one, but She prefers this one. He is admonished for failing to hold
it close enough, and for shaking as he trembles in Her divine presence. She knows full well the effect
She is having on this desperate loser and his twitching, tiny penis, and finally signs Her name across
his heart before sending him scurrying away.