Lady Dark Angel greets her slave after coming in from the cold wind and rain outside wearing a pair of tight denim blue jeans, a leather jacket, and a pair of muddy wellington boots. “You know what your job is, don’t you?” she sneers at him, instantly jabbing the sole of her muddy welly into his face so he can use his mouth to clean them to her liking. The cruel mistress wipes the spit-moistened dried mud from her boots all over the slave’s face and chest. Disappointed with the fact that he seems to just be moving the mud around and not removing it, he is trampled and left with the muddy we...

Lady Dark Angel greets her slave after coming in from the cold wind and rain outside wearing a pair of tight denim blue jeans, a leather jacket, and a pair of muddy wellington boots. “You know what your job is, don’t you?” she sneers at him, instantly jabbing the sole of her muddy welly into his face so he can use his mouth to clean them to her liking. The cruel mistress wipes the spit-moistened dried mud from her boots all over the slave’s face and chest. Disappointed with the fact that he seems to just be moving the mud around and not removing it, he is trampled and left with the muddy wellies resting on his face whilst Lady Dark Angel goes to get a hot coffee.