Yield to the Collar: A Master's Command

In the grand estate, the master, Stephenson Delphine1975, commands his serf to don the heavy leather collar. The serf, a strapping man, kneels, his muscled body trembling with anticipation. The master, clad in black leather, circles him like a predator, his eyes gleaming with dominance. The serf's hands are bound behind his back, his eyes downcast, yet his cock tents his rough tunic, betraying his excitement. The master runs a whip across the serf's back, the leather kissing his skin, leaving red welts. The serf moans, a sound of pain and pleasure. The master smiles, his sadistic desires ignited.

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