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As a leather-clad master, he takes immense pride in his craft, and today, he's chosen you as his canvas. With a stern, "You're mine to mold," he begins your mummification, wrapping you in layer upon layer of tight, black rope. Each loop and knot is a testament to his skill, leaving you bound and vulnerable, your body his to command. He growls orders, making you squirm and strain against your restraints, your every movement a testament to his dominance.