I go for a walk around the Manor grounds, wearing my knee-high leather Miu Miu riding boots.

I walk to the muddiest path, down by the tennis courts, where I know it it has the wettest, stickest, muddiest path. I purposefully stamp my boots and heels into the mud and puddles.

Once I think that they are muddy to my satisfaction I walk back to the Manor, up the stairs to the outside sitting area. I take a seat and instruct you to come and kneel and clean my filthy, muddy boots with your tongue.

You know you have no option but to obey.