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.

Lleno la boca de mi esclavo con saliva, luego me siento cómodamente sobre él, usándolo como mi trono personal y convirtiendo su cara en mi reposapiés.

Debe permanecer quieto y servirme mientras me relajo. Si algo no me satisface o no estoy lo suficientemente cómoda, lo dejo claro de inmediato con algunas patadas en su cara.

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.

Llego a casa por la tarde y por fin es hora de sacar a mi esclavo del armario.

Él está vendado, y ahora tiene que adivinar qué ropa llevo solo con tocarme.

Si adivina correctamente, podría estar a salvo. Pero si se equivoca, habrá consecuencias para él.

Mi látigo ya está esperando.

Mientras estoy concentrada en mi consola, mi esclavo Bino no es más que un objeto útil a mis pies.

Lo ignoro por completo mientras se arrodilla debajo de mí y me quita los calcetines. Luego se pone a trabajar, lamiendo y adorando mis pies descalzos mientras yo sigo jugando sin prestarle atención.

Para mí, él no es más que un objeto a mis pies, útil solo para mi comodidad y relajación.

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.

Convierto a mi esclavo londinense en mi cómodo felpudo humano. Él me quita el único calcetín que llevo puesto, y se lo meto directamente en la boca…

Luego presiono mis pies descalzos contra su cara mientras él empieza a masajearlos. Finalmente, se hace útil con su lengua, lamiendo cada gota de sudor de mis pies.

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.