The Strict Leather Master and His Devoted Slave

The heavy black leather curtain slides aside, revealing the dimly lit dungeon. The master stands with his legs apart, his muscular body clad in tight leather, a whip loosely held in his hand. Beside him kneels his slave, wearing nothing but a tight collar, her eyes filled with lust fixed on you. The master nods at you and gestures toward the St. Andrew's cross in the center of the room. Come here, Thomas. Today, you'll learn what true devotion means. The slave licks her lips, waiting for his first command.