My slave has extended an invitation to me, along with my friends Gea and Cleo, to spend a weekend at his mountain chalet. Eager to take a stroll in our boots, we gladly accept. After a long walk, we return to the chalet, only to find our boots covered in mud. It’s time for some thorough cleaning, and we know just the right person for the job.
Our weekend plans are about to take a turn, and our dear slave will be at the center of it all. His new role: our personal slave, starting with the meticulous cleaning of our boots’ soles using his tongue. We can’t wait to see his tongue change from pink to black while our six boots demand space on his face. It’s going to be a fun-filled, extended weekend!