Nude and restrained on a Saint Andrew’s cross, a slave awaits us, oblivious to our plans. My companion Dula and I are drawn to his erect nipples, which become our primary focus. We employ tweezers, chains, and weights, as well as our hands and nails, to tease and stimulate him. However, his static position on the cross proves insufficient. We release him and lead him around the room with leashes around his neck and genitals. The weights attached to his nipples make walking exhausting, causing him to cry out in pain and giving us immense pleasure. We conclude with him on all fours, confessing his subservience. We remove the weights and prepare to milk him.