My slave is bound helpless on the St. Andrew's cross, all exposed to my cruel whims. I know his darkest weakness is leather, and I wield it like a weapon, pressing my supple leather gloves onto his face... Then make him lick the gloves, tasting his own submission with every stroke of his tongue. My long, wicked nails trace down his chest, tormenting his sensitive nipples, down to the leather bulge straining beneath his pants. I press into it, feeling his caged cock throb with helpless need... Each touch melts his brain a little more... but I am not going to unlock him. I enjoy to watch him ache, leaking inside his cage with desperate desire.
