I toy with his uncertainty and strike his balls with the riding crop when he least expects it. Now he’s cowering at my feet. I task him with taking care of my boots. He doesn’t have any shoe-polishing supplies with him, so his only option is to use his tongue. He obediently licks my boots clean while I deliver the occasional lash with my riding crop. He’s forgotten once again which shade of green is my favorite. To remind him of what I take for granted, I show him exactly what I mean and continue to mold him back into the slave he once was. My slave dutifully completes his tasks and proves to me from now on that he really is my slave! (Full clip from "Lady Nora - Things Taken for Granted" and "Lady Nora - When Memories Come Back”)