I love to start my Sunday morning with a nice ride in the woods and when I get home the mud trampled by my boots becomes the lunch of my two slaves. I sit on the sofa and they are ready tongues out to fulfil the main purpose of their existence. But they know that they will have to deserve it by showing me how much they desire it and until I see their tongues drooling they will not be able to start their tasty lunch. Today one of my two slaves is slower and cleans very badly and I have to restore the right rhythm with my whip on their head while cleaning. They are now filthy pigs and as they...

I love to start my Sunday morning with a nice ride in the woods and when I get home the mud trampled by my boots becomes the lunch of my two slaves. I sit on the sofa and they are ready tongues out to fulfil the main purpose of their existence. But they know that they will have to deserve it by showing me how much they desire it and until I see their tongues drooling they will not be able to start their tasty lunch. Today one of my two slaves is slower and cleans very badly and I have to restore the right rhythm with my whip on their head while cleaning. They are now filthy pigs and as they clean they sound just like them. Without realizing it, I turned them into boot cleaning tools and being men is just a distant memory for them.

Amo iniziare la mia mattinata domenicale con una bella passeggiata a cavallo nei boschi e quando rientro a casa il fango calpestato dai miei stivali diventa il pranzo dei miei due schiavi. Mi siedo sul divano e loro sono pronti lingue di fuori per adempiere lo scopo principale della loro esistenza. Sanno però che dovranno meritarlo facendomi vedere quanto lo bràmino e finche non vedrò le loro lingue che sbavano non potranno iniziare il loro gustoso pranzo. Oggi uno dei miei due schiavi e’ più lento e pulisce malissimo e devo ripristinare il giusto ritmo con il mio frustìno sulla testa mentre pulisce. Ormai sono dei luridi maiali e mentre puliscono i loro respiri sono versi di animali. Senza che se ne siano resi conto li ho trasformati in strumenti pulisci stivali e essere uomini per loro è solo un lontano ricordo.