In the dimly lit dungeon of Austria, a submissive kneels, awaiting his mistress. She, a stern dominatrix, commands him to open wide. He complies, and she spits, her saliva landing on his eager tongue, then his face, and finally, his chest. She uses a riding crop to guide the saliva, making him lick it off her boots. Her voice echoes, "Slave, you will learn to savor my spit."