Nikita and Alex must worshipfully polish their Master’s leather boots every evening before dinner

In the dimly lit foyer, the slave kneels, head bowed, awaiting Mistress’s arrival. Her boots, caked with mud and gravel, glisten under the harsh light. As Mistress strides in, the slave’s heart races, sensing the impending command. With a swift flourish, Mistress kicks off a boot, revealing the worn, dusty sole. The slave leans forward, eager and obedient, licking the gritty surface with delicate strokes. Each pass of the tongue cleanses the leather, committing the taste of her Mistress’s journey to memory. The second boot meets the same fate, the slave meticulously cleaning every inch, until both boots gleam, restored to their former luster. Mistress watches, satisfied with her slave’s dedication to the humble task, a smile playing across her lips.