Master's Domain: Serf's Bound Delights

The serf's body tenses as his master approaches, the scent of leather and sweat filling the air. The master runs a gloved hand over the serf's bare skin, tracing the lines of his muscles, before snapping a leash onto his collar. " tonight, my pet," he growls, leading the serf to a St. Andrew's cross, where he begins to explore the limits of his new plaything.

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