In the dimly lit, private chamber, a lone man, Satantorture73's eager muse, begins his self-inflicted torment. He attaches heavy, gleaming nipple clamps, twisting them cruelly, drawing out a guttural moan. A paddle, worn smooth by countless impacts, meets his flesh, leaving angry welts. Next, he bends over, presenting his ass to the cold air, and the cane sings through the air, leaving thin, stinging lines across his skin.