Cleaning My Muddy Boots On His Futile Forearms

The slave was caught playing with my footwear again - albeit I rigorously forbid him to touch any of my footwear without my explicit order! So, Ill instruct his insatiable forearms a painful lesson! I put his palms on the doormat and then instantly start to trample them under the muddy soles of my ankle winter boots. Theyve a nice deep tread that not only carries a lot of dirt but is also perfect to crush useless slave hands underneath! I light up a cigarette and enjoy as he suffers under my boot soles. I also spit on his hands a couple of times and use his hands as my ashtray - while still trampling his hands viciously! In the end his hands are completely bruised up, covered in dirt and spit and I leave the humiliated loser behind!