My friend and I have spent the day at the stables, our country attire and mud-caked boots serving as a testament to our rural excursion. The slave is tasked with the unpleasant duty of cleaning our boots, which have been soiled with mud and horse manure. He must first endure the humiliation of smelling our filthy boots before beginning his arduous task.
The slave starts with my boot, and it’s clear that my boot tastes and smells differently than my friend’s. The slave is diligent in his work, knowing that he will face the consequences of our whips if he fails to satisfy us. He then moves on to my friend’s boot, and I take the opportunity to use him as a footrest. The sound of pebbles in his mouth is the only indication that he is still performing his task.
We make the slave lie down and use him as a doormat, stepping on him and squeezing his cock. In the end, we force him to lick the mud-filled floor while we trample him with our dirty boots, laughing at his subservient position.