I am not pleased with My gardener's work, he is much too slow. Maybe a pair of scissors is not the best tool to mow a lawn, but that is no excuse! Neither is the scorching sun he is working under. I want My garden to look nice, the grass has to be cut, and that is the gardener's job. If he doesn't do it properly, he will have a taste of My whip. But if he does, if he finished cutting all the weeds today, I will reward him with the opportunity to worship My leather clad ass. And just to give him a taste of how that feels, I will allow him to take a small break now and worship My leather boot...

I am not pleased with My gardener's work, he is much too slow. Maybe a pair of scissors is not the best tool to mow a lawn, but that is no excuse! Neither is the scorching sun he is working under. I want My garden to look nice, the grass has to be cut, and that is the gardener's job. If he doesn't do it properly, he will have a taste of My whip. But if he does, if he finished cutting all the weeds today, I will reward him with the opportunity to worship My leather clad ass. And just to give him a taste of how that feels, I will allow him to take a small break now and worship My leather boots. Actually, to clean them with his tongue, as they are very dusty because of all the weeds he failed to cut until now. All that dirt has to come off My leather boots and on the slave's disgusting tongue; one way or another My boots have to be clean.