My slave disappoints me as a footstool, I can feel his teeth against my foot and it makes me uncomfortable.

So I decide to punish him with the whip.

Dirty Uncle always makes me feel the natural urge to crush his testicles. First, I use his testicles as a punching bag, then I make him place his balls on the table and strike them with my slippers. Finally, his testicles are trapped beneath my feet, between two pieces of wood from the table, causing him excruciating pain for my amusement.

It is an honor for him to suffer for me.

The silent slave begins cleaning the dirty soles of my TN sneakers with his toothbrush. For him, it’s an honor to be useful in this way, knowing that for days he’ll be able to taste the dirt trampled under my soles on his toothbrush.

When he’s finished, I use his back directly to dry my TN sneakers.

Ich fülle den Mund meines Sklaven mit Spucke und setze mich dann bequem auf ihn, nutze ihn als meinen persönlichen Thron und verwandle sein Gesicht in meine Fußablage.

Er muss stillhalten und mir dienen, während ich mich entspanne. Wenn etwas mich nicht zufriedenstellt oder ich nicht bequem genug sitze, mache ich das sofort mit ein paar Tritten in sein Gesicht deutlich.

The slave turns into my personal doormat: he takes off my boots, smells my masculine scent left inside them, and then starts massaging my smelly feet.

But his place is even lower. I push him under my feet, stuff one of my stinky socks into his mouth, and make him keep massaging me properly.

His only goal is one thing: to help me relax while remaining completely at my service.

A slave comes to Rome expecting a quiet, relaxing vacation... but everything changes the moment he finds Master Marte standing in front of him.

Completely overwhelmed, he can do nothing but drop to his knees, throw himself at Master Marte’s feet and worship them like the obedient slave he truly is.

Like a Roman Emperor returning from the sea 2,000 years ago, Master Marte relaxes while his slave kneels below him, serving and worshipping his bare feet with total devotion.

His peaceful Roman holiday has officially turned into complete submission under Master Marte’s feet.

A slave comes to Rome expecting a quiet, relaxing vacation... but everything changes the moment he finds Master Marte standing in front of him.

Completely overwhelmed, he can do nothing but drop to his knees, throw himself at Master Marte’s feet and worship them like the obedient slave he truly is.

Like a Roman Emperor returning from the sea 2,000 years ago, Master Marte relaxes while his slave kneels below him, serving and worshipping his bare feet with total devotion.

His peaceful Roman holiday has officially turned into complete submission under Master Marte’s feet.

Ich komme am Abend nach Hause und es ist endlich an der Zeit, meinen Sklaven aus dem Schrank zu holen.

Er ist mit verbundenen Augen, und jetzt muss er raten, welche Kleidung ich trage, nur indem er mich berührt.

Wenn er richtig rät, könnte er sicher sein. Aber wenn er falsch liegt, wird es Konsequenzen für ihn geben.

Meine Peitsche wartet bereits.

Während ich mich auf meine Konsole konzentriere, ist mein Sklave Bino nichts weiter als ein nützlicher Gegenstand zu meinen Füßen.

Ich ignoriere ihn völlig, während er unter mir kniet und mir meine Socken auszieht. Dann macht er sich an die Arbeit, leckt und verehrt meine nackten Füße, während ich weiterspiele, ohne ihm irgendeine Aufmerksamkeit zu schenken.

Für mich ist er nichts weiter als ein Gegenstand zu meinen Füßen, nützlich nur für meinen Komfort und meine Entspannung.

The slave arrives directly from Spain with only one goal: to serve me.

As soon as he enters the house, he immediately kneels down in front of me. I’m hungry, so I order a pizza, sit back comfortably, and start eating while stepping on his food and making him take it away as takeaway... to eat in front of the Colosseum.

Now I want to watch a match, so we turn on the TV to watch Italy–Spain. The match gets heated, and every goal scored by Spain makes me angrier and angrier. It is my Spanish slave’s job to absorb all my frustration. I step on him, crush him beneath my feet, and make him pay for every moment when his national team makes me lose my patience.

After the match, I go out with my friends and spend several hours away. When I return home, my bare feet are warm, sweaty, and ready to be served.

My slave is still waiting in his place. I make myself comfortable, bring my feet close to his face, and order him to make himself useful: he has to clean all the sweat from my bare feet with his mouth and tongue, until the very last drop.

Ich verwandle meinen Londoner Sklaven in meine bequeme menschliche Fußmatte. Er zieht die einzige Socke aus, die ich trage, und ich stopfe sie direkt in seinen Mund…

Dann drücke ich meine nackten Füße in sein Gesicht, während er anfängt, sie zu massieren. Schließlich macht er sich mit seiner Zunge nützlich und leckt jeden Schweißtropfen von meinen Füßen.

Master Marte turns his London slave into a comfortable human doormat. The slave removes the only sock Master Marte is wearing, and Master Marte shoves it straight into his mouth...

Then Master Marte presses his bare feet into the slave’s face while the slave starts massaging them. Finally, the slave makes himself useful with his tongue, licking every drop of sweat from Master Marte’s feet.