CC - Bootlicker , muddy boots

Description: Yesterday, claudia had walked through the forest, her black leather boots sinking into the thick mud of the wet trails, but she hadn't had the time or the inclination to clean her soles once she got home. now they were covered in a crust of dried mud, cracked like old, barren earth, dotted with embedded twigs and leaves. without an ounce of pity, she called her slave because her boots needed a good cleaning. loyal to her mistress like a dog to its master, his eyes lowered, her heart beating with a mixture of fear and devotion. claudia held a boot out to his face. he didn't hesitate for a second, his raspy tongue skimmed the rough sole, attacking the crust of dried mud with a single-minded determination. the acrid, earthy taste invaded his mouth a mixture of silt, rotting plant matter, and the salt of his own sweat. the pieces dissolved slowly under his insistent slurps, breaking off in crumbly flakes that slid down his throat, preventing him from swallowing properly. he coughed intermittently, choking, but claudia paid no attention. she laughed softly, a crystalline, cruel laugh. the dried mud cracked further, particles raining down his lips, into his nostrils, sticking to his skin like a second layer of submission. his face was nothing more than a worn rag, marked with black, damp marks, reduced to a mere doormat beneath the feet of his merciless goddess.