I returned from the stables and I'm still wearing the riding uniform. The boots are all covered in mud (real mud). Sitting on the bench, I call the slave. I tell him how I spent the day and that mud is part of the fun when doing certain activities. And it will also be fun to watch him clean them all with his pink tongue! With the riding crop I give him the order and guide him in cleaning. After the tongue it's the turn of his white shirt, his face, his white hair. He finds himself all covered in mud and he becomes also my mat, trampled on the body and the head by my dirty soles. The boots are much improved, the finishing touches are missing. I have him put on all fours, I get on his back just like a pony, and we go off to finish cleaning.
