After an afternoon spent riding, my friend Scarlet and I went back to the dungeon with our boots all covered in mud and muck. But no problem, because we have our slave ready to consume his tongue to make our shoes shine again. We don’t know what he’ll find under the soles, mixed with mud. The smell is not the most promising. But the slave does not have much choice, he will have to lick, clean and swallow everything he finds, even if he feels disgust.

Dopo un pomeriggio a cavallo, la mia amica Scarlet ed Io siamo tornate al dungeon con gli stivali tutti sporchi di fango e ...

After an afternoon spent riding, my friend Scarlet and I went back to the dungeon with our boots all covered in mud and muck. But no problem, because we have our slave ready to consume his tongue to make our shoes shine again. We don’t know what he’ll find under the soles, mixed with mud. The smell is not the most promising. But the slave does not have much choice, he will have to lick, clean and swallow everything he finds, even if he feels disgust.

Dopo un pomeriggio a cavallo, la mia amica Scarlet ed Io siamo tornate al dungeon con gli stivali tutti sporchi di fango e di letame. Ma nessun problema, perchè abbiamo il nostro schiavo pronto a consumare la sua lingua per far tornare a brillare le nostre calzature. Non sappiamo cosa troverà sotto le suole, mischiato al fango. L'odore non è dei più promettenti. Ma lo schiavo non ha molta scelta, dovrà leccare, pulire ed inghiottire tutto quello che trova, anche se prova disgusto.