Master dumps a generous portion of dirt and snow on my face, then uses me as a footrest while watching TV. Trapped and freezing under his soiled, wet shoes, I savor the helpless, humiliating feeling as streams of muddy water trickle down my face, pooling in my ear. That’s nothing, though, compared to what’s next. Master uses me as a doormat, wiping his muddy shoes on my face (over and over again), leaving me covered in slop. To wrap it all up, he gives me the pleasure of cleaning his soles with my tongue (about 90 seconds total) while referring to me as a “creature.” Watch as I get owned, d... Show more