My Dirty Hunter Boots Will Be Cleaned By You

The garden is beautiful, everything starts to bloom and I walk a little through the mud. This is what my Hunter Boots look like afterwards. Dirty! Of course, I do not bother myself, to clean them. For that I have you and your worthless slave tongue. Come here and arch down towards my boots. Tongue out! Begin to munch cautiously and slow! I hear it crunching inbetween your teeth and I laugh amused. You guzzle the dirt in complete surrender and slobber all over my boots. Slowly I become impatient and start to humiliate you. Like a filthy dog you lie on the ground. I spit in your face and rub it in with my boots. You are a miserable cunt. You have nothing in your life except the love for me and my boots.