I am walking in a medieval village, wearing a pair of boots and by now they need a proper cleaning. The soles, red like my coat, are dirty with soil and mud and waiting to be cleaned with your tongue. I address first of all to you, who look and are drooling at the thought of being here at my feet. Come on, lick, clean up, let me see your tongue dirty! But now you are no longer alone, there is my slave waiting for me to finish the job. Now it is he who has to lick the skin my leather boots and soles, cleaning up all the dirt and filth. But that's not enough. He has to show me how dirty his t... Show more