Three stunning Mistresses, clad in boots, discuss the filth accumulated on their soles. We find ourselves in a fortunate position, seated above a cage containing a devoted slave, eager to be liberated. My companions, Gea and Cleo, along with I, tease him to the brink of desperation, provoking him to plead for the opportunity to lick our boots. Ultimately, I unfasten the cage, granting him permission to clean our soles with his tongue. He dives in with enthusiasm, moving from boot to boot in a frenzy. We command him to lie down, permitting us to use his body as a mat while he concentrates on one of our boots, the other two of us utilizing the remainder of his body as a stepping stone. The boots are gleaming, his tongue is now blackened and parched, and we return him to the cage, where he continues to express gratitude.