After a long day, I come home to my slave chained to my favorite chair where I sit and smoke while the boy is ordered to clean the dirt of the NYC streets from the bottoms of my filthy combat boots with broad strokes of his tongue until it turns black. Humiliated and reminded that he deserves only her filth, the boy is stepped on and ordered to lick the grime from every part of the boot while being verbally .
xoxo, Cybill Troy