CC - Clean my muddy heels

Description: Two days ago, claudia went to the garden where she usually smokes in peace. this usually peaceful place was surprisingly dirty this time: damp earth everywhere, scattered plants, and plant debris littered the ground. she doesn't know how it happened—perhaps a recent downpour or nearby construction work—but the result is clear: her elegant pumps, which she was wearing that day, have become absolutely disgusting, covered in a thick layer of sticky mud and encrusted grime. today, once the mud has dried and hardened on the soles, claudia decides it's time to restore them. she calls her slave and asks him to clean her pumps with his tongue. the poor man, accustomed to obeying without question, knows this is his role, and he complies with resignation. he begins by licking the soles: the dried mud mixed with the earth. all the mud and grime settle in his mouth; he feels them crunch under his teeth, an earthy, bitter taste invading his palate. he knows he has no right to dirty the floor: not a crumb must fall. so he swallows it all, the debris falling into his throat, rinsing and scrubbing patiently with his saliva until the soles are smooth and clean. after a long effort, claudia's pumps are spotless again, shiny as new, without a trace of dirt.