There are days when I despise my slave more than the the usual. My muddy Hunter boots need a proper tongue cleaning, but not always I am satisfied with the effort my slave puts into licking the filth from my soles. I need to humiliate him, both phisically and verbally. I need to spit and push my boots onto his face. Instead of relaxing I have to check if there are still spots of mud. I want to hear the sound of the gravel under his teeth. My riding crop it's a useful tool to show my slave the right way to lick and clean.

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