While a slave is knelt on the floor in her chambers, Lady Dark Angel in her outdoor garments complete with jodhpurs and black boots walks in. With a swipe of her riding crop on the man’s bottom she draws her slave’ attention to the trail of mud courtesy of those boots which had seen the rigours of the outdoors. Asking her slave what his job was, the man said that it was to clean them. As this was lunchtime Lady Dark Angel announces that the slave was getting mud and whatever else that might accompany it as a result of her recent activities. Soon the slave is set to work, his tongue cleaning...

While a slave is knelt on the floor in her chambers, Lady Dark Angel in her outdoor garments complete with jodhpurs and black boots walks in. With a swipe of her riding crop on the man’s bottom she draws her slave’ attention to the trail of mud courtesy of those boots which had seen the rigours of the outdoors. Asking her slave what his job was, the man said that it was to clean them. As this was lunchtime Lady Dark Angel announces that the slave was getting mud and whatever else that might accompany it as a result of her recent activities. Soon the slave is set to work, his tongue cleaning those boots with his tongue

The lady muses that her slave should be grateful for the privilege of cleaning those boots, her menacing riding crop ever ready in her hands, rapping on the man’s back. She asks to see the man’s tongue which by this stage was caked in mud from the soles of her boots. Nevertheless despite the state of his tongue, the slave continues to clean those boots, being turned into Lady Dark Angel’s boot licker. When the lady is dissastisfied with the man’s performance, down comes the riding crop as the lady chides and encourages the man

Up and down the ridin crop is swung, the man being made to clean as the lady desires. It is his lot as her boot licker