Accompanied by my friend Dula, donning our wader boots, we make our way with purpose towards the muddiest corner of the courtyard. Our aim is to thoroughly dirty our soles, leaving a filthy surprise for our slave. Upon entering my dungeon, he is there, positioned as instructed. Noticing the mud falling from our boots, he guesses his task for the day and falls silent, even forgetting to greet us – a lapse that will result in him having to consume mud and clean everything with his tongue. Furthermore, he will find his own body soiled when we use him as our footstool while reclining. Will he prove to be adequate for the task?