As I get back in, I notice how muddy my ankle boots are … and call the slave over, so he can serve me as a living doormat. I step on his body and clean my shoes on his shirt while trampling him. Of course, I cant resist to rub my muddy boot soles through his face as well! And when his shirt is already completely dirty, I push it up and trample his bare stomach and chest as well. After a while, hes completely covered in dirt, but my boot soles arent completely clean yet … so he has to stick out his tongue and lick the remaining dirt from my shoe soles – until his tongue is black from the dirt as well!
