Clean My Green Wellies

‘Clean my green wellies, slave – and then clean my husband’s boots. Make sure you get all the gunk and mud off them with your slave tongue. If both pairs of boots aren’t sparkling by the time I get back, you’ll feel the sting of your master’s WHIP!’

‘Yes, mistress Mukta madam. I obey you, mistress Mukta madam. I will be a good boot cleaner for you and your husband, mistress.’

‘Clean my green wellies, slave – and then clean my husband’s boots.'

‘Yes, mistress Mukta madam. I obey you, mistress Mukta madam.'

I get to work even as Ms Mukta madam turns to leave

I taste where she has been gardening in her green, rubber wellies...

...with the prospect of her husband's equally filthy, brown rubber wellies to come!

Licking my mistress's discarded boots behind her departing sneakers and socks

The irony is that my mistress Mukta and her husband are not, actually, all that fastidious about the cleanliness of their footwear

My mistress is purely seeking to humiliate me - as is her perfect right. I am her slave!


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