Upon returning to my studio, I am accompanied by two stunning blonde friends. Joanna, who spent the day shopping and is casually dressed in sneakers, and Angy, who I joined at the stables. I quickly notice that my slave has already arrived and is waiting for us on all fours. We settle on the sofa, using it as a footrest, and our silent servant dutifully tends to our needs. My friends inquire about the capabilities of this slave, and I reveal that he excels in cleaning dirty soles. Eager to test him out, we waste no time in putting him to work while sharing stories of our day and the grime our boots have accumulated. He proves to be efficient and thorough in his task. Despite his usefulness, we find him pitiful and somewhat dull. We command him to undress and perform a dance for our amusement. His antics elicit laughter from us all. We then order him to kneel and, once again, he becomes our footrest and cleans our shoes. Recalling our time at the stables, we decide to ride him like a horse, with Angy taking the lead while I spank his bottom. In short, this slave has been reduced to a mere court jester for our entertainment.