Muddy Hunter Boots Ball Busting – Two Slaves, One Filthy Cleaning Lesson
Some slaves are useful only after they have been properly dirtied.
I enter the stone courtyard in my black blouse, tight jeans, gloves and bright orange Hunter boots; already covered in mud, already far too good for the two pathetic creatures waiting for me. One slave is locked helplessly in the wooden stocks. The other is curled up in his little cage, exactly where something this low belongs.
Of course, I do not let him out as a reward. I unlock the cage because my boots need attention.
A few kicks are enough to move him to the center of the courtyard. Then I spread him open with my muddy Hunter boots and begin a long, cruel ball busting lesson. Every kick, every dirty impact, every miserable reaction makes me laugh a little more. He is not there to be protected. He is there to be used.
Soon his body becomes my personal doormat. I step onto him, scrape my filthy soles over his skin, grind mud into him and press my boot against his tongue so he can start learning what proper cleaning means. When dirt sticks to my boots, I simply wipe it off on him. When I want more, I make him open his mouth wider and take the muddy heel like the obedient cleaning tool he is.
And while one slave suffers under my orange Hunter boots, the other waits in the stocks for his own punishment. I take my whip from the bench and remind him that standing still does not make him invisible.
There is ball kicking, trampling, whipping, sole licking, smoking, spitting, muddy boot worship and humiliating slave cleaning; all in the cold, beautiful courtyard of the OWK. By the time I pour a bucket of water over him and order him to clean the mess he helped create, he is filthy, soaked and still not useful enough.
So I make him lick the stone floor.
Then, when I am finished amusing myself, I kick him back into his little cage and lock him away again.
A dirty outdoor Femdom lesson with muddy orange Hunter boots,and the kind of humiliation only Mistress Katharina delivers....
I enter the stone courtyard in my black blouse, tight jeans, gloves and bright orange Hunter boots; already covered in mud, already far too good for the two pathetic creatures waiting for me. One slave is locked helplessly in the wooden stocks. The other is curled up in his little cage, exactly where something this low belongs.
Of course, I do not let him out as a reward. I unlock the cage because my boots need attention.
A few kicks are enough to move him to the center of the courtyard. Then I spread him open with my muddy Hunter boots and begin a long, cruel ball busting lesson. Every kick, every dirty impact, every miserable reaction makes me laugh a little more. He is not there to be protected. He is there to be used.
Soon his body becomes my personal doormat. I step onto him, scrape my filthy soles over his skin, grind mud into him and press my boot against his tongue so he can start learning what proper cleaning means. When dirt sticks to my boots, I simply wipe it off on him. When I want more, I make him open his mouth wider and take the muddy heel like the obedient cleaning tool he is.
And while one slave suffers under my orange Hunter boots, the other waits in the stocks for his own punishment. I take my whip from the bench and remind him that standing still does not make him invisible.
There is ball kicking, trampling, whipping, sole licking, smoking, spitting, muddy boot worship and humiliating slave cleaning; all in the cold, beautiful courtyard of the OWK. By the time I pour a bucket of water over him and order him to clean the mess he helped create, he is filthy, soaked and still not useful enough.
So I make him lick the stone floor.
Then, when I am finished amusing myself, I kick him back into his little cage and lock him away again.
A dirty outdoor Femdom lesson with muddy orange Hunter boots,and the kind of humiliation only Mistress Katharina delivers....
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