The subservient wretch lies in the filth on the ground – exactly where such a being belongs! Lady Adora and I utilize him as a doormat for our mud-caked boots. We stand in unison upon the wretch’s body, scrubbing our boots and grinding him into the ground. His manhood becomes increasingly rigid, but that state will swiftly dissipate when we crush his genitals with our boots! Remain motionless, you despicable creature!