Boot Cleaner In Spring

This time, I had not done anything wrong. I swear! Everything was well-kept and immaculately clean in the apartment, but Lady Karame ordered me when she came back from her very first spring walk. Her Hunter boots were again dirty from the muddy earth along the creek bed and she did not even bother to kick off the boots before she entered her residence. What does she have her slaves and slave contenders for? And so she sat down next to the entrance to the stairs and snapped her fingers. Slave, slurp clean! On her boots feet stuck all the mud deep in all the grooves of the profile. With my slave tongue, which she sometimes mockingly called cleaning rag, I tongued the filth from her foot. And slaves who have had to do this before, know that you have to guzzle the mud, otherwise you will only spread the mud over the foot. Eat, gulp, eat next groove until the boot is clean. Sneeringly, Lady Karame asked if she had perhaps stepped into a cow patty, after which the mud tasted? What a demeaning work, used only as a foot of a bootie and also to be ridiculed. But as a slave contender you know that you have to work hard and suffer every abjection in order to proceed to serve this wonderful mistress. I knew how many slave contenders had already put them out when they did not suffer all indignity without complaint and humble. And dirt, said Lady Karame, finally cleanse the stomach, so I should be grateful to be allowed to clean their Hunters with my slave tongue...