My friend Gabriella and I are in the mountains, basking in the open air. The ski season is coming to a close, and the melting snow is making way for mud. Wet and soft mud that surrounds the bench where we sit, inevitably covering our boots. Our slave is always at the ready, eager to clean the soles with his tongue. The amount of mud is overwhelming, and it’s not long before his tongue is coated in it, his face soon following suit. A disgusting and seemingly pointless sight, as our boots will only become muddy again. But the true pleasure is in dirtying this worm. I grab a large wooden stick and place it on his shoulders, pushing him towards Gabriella’s soles. He has no escape, and we eventually allow him to cool his mud-covered face in the snow.