Leather-bound soloplay: Teasing torment.

A black-clad figure, anonymous yet achingly familiar, ties himself to the St. Andrew's Cross, the cool leather biting into flesh. He's a master of self-denial, a ballet of bondage, every tug and strain a testament to his self-control. A whip, a flogger, a paddle, each tool a partner in this private, masochistic waltz, as he wields them against his own body, leaving trails of red-hot welts, his breath ragged, his cries echoing in the empty chamber.

• bdsm
• self
• soloboy

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