I arrive from Lith riding my slave. I put a saddle on his back, and since he is fat, he is not very agile in his movements. Our boots are quite muddy; we deliberately dirtied them while walking in the park. This loser will have to clean them with his tongue, and they must be shiny when he has finished the job. We sit on the sofa and he begins to remove the dirt and mud from our boots and has to swallow everything. We take turns sitting on his back while he continues to lick and clean with his tongue. The soles and leather of our boots are slowly getting clean, and to spur him on, we use our whips. We decide to take off his saddle and lay him on the ground so we can step on him and clean our boots more quickly. We rub the muddy soles on his belly and still use his tongue, which is now brown. To help him, we spit into his mouth in the hope that he can swallow the mud left in his mouth more quickly. We stick the tips of our boots into his throat in the hope that he can remove all the dirt. When we realise that he can't clean them any better than this, we sit back down on the sofa and continue to let him lick them.