This time I had not done anything wrong. I swear! Everything was well-kept and immaculately clean in the apartment, but Lady Karame ordered me to come back from her first spring walk back to her residence. Her Hunter boots were again dirty from the muddy earth along the creek bed and she did not even bother to kick off the boots before she entered her residence. Why did she finally have her slaves and slave contenders? And so she sat down next to the entrance to the stairs and snapped her fingers. "Slave, lick clean!" On her boots soles stuck all the mud deep in all the grooves of the profile. With my slave tongue, which she sometimes mockingly called "cleaning rag", I licked the dirt from her sole. And slaves who have had to do this before, know that you have to swallow the dirt, otherwise you will only spread the mud over the sole. Lick, swallow, lick next groove until the boot is clean. Sneeringly, Lady Karame asked if she had perhaps stepped into a cow patty, after which the mud tasted? What a humiliating task ...
