Home from a wonderful ride, I walk into my drawing room, take off my high leather riding boots, and fling them to the floor before sitting on my chaise to massage my aching feet in their sweaty boot-socks! Calling in my butler, I tell him to take my muddy boots away and polish them! But, unknown to me, my butler's been hatching a wicked plan to get the better of me. He creeps up behind me, puts a cloth over my face, and the next thing I know I'm waking up with my hands tied behind me. I'm still dressed in my jodhpurs and tweed jacket. But when I won't tell him the code to the safe, he pulls my socks off and gags me with them. The bounder!!! Then he tickles my pantyhose-clad feet (bastard!) till I give up the combination. I think my ordeal's over, but he drags me to the basement where he gags me with my socks again (!!) and ties me so that I absolutely cannot escape. The beast!!