My Master Friend didn't understand why, when we were going to my dungeon I made sure to step on every puddle I could find. Then, once arrived, I put my personal boot and shoe cleaner doormat on duty while we sat on the couch and I explained my friend the way I trained my mud eater slave. There was plenty of muck to lick from our soles, so while we made fun of him, his tongue was busy cleaning our shoes. The Master was well impressed by my strict training. And at the end he realised how wicked I am when I dirtied my boots on purpose early on.

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