Imagine the taste of a smoothie made with milk, spit, fruit, prepared with my sweaty feet in my stinky wellies. Imagine me walking outside with all this stuff in my boots. My feet crushing the fruit and flavour the milk and the spit with their sweat and their dirt. I said nothing to my slave, this had to be a surprise for him. He thought his ordeal was eating a raw wurstel from my boots, but he didn't know that the real meal was soaking inside the rubber wellies. I poured the smoothie into a dogbowl, I made him lick it from my feet, and at the end I bottle fed him like a good baby who drink... Show more