With an unyielding grip, I squeeze my slave’s throat while skillfully wielding the whip against his delicate areas, all while maintaining absolute command. The sight of his reddened bare bottom and marred back is a testament to my control. My riding boots, soiled during the session, are gleaming once more, thanks to my slave’s devoted tongue. I abandon him, tied up in the wilderness, leaving him in anticipation of my potential return and a possible humiliating golden shower. This is my maiden clip with the crop, an experience I thoroughly enjoyed!