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.

Eu encho a boca do meu escravo com cuspe, depois me sento confortavelmente em cima dele, usando-o como meu trono pessoal e transformando seu rosto em meu descanso para os pés.

Ele deve permanecer imóvel e me servir enquanto eu relaxo. Se algo não me satisfaz ou não estou confortável o suficiente, eu deixo claro imediatamente com alguns chutes em seu rosto.

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.

Chego em casa à noite e finalmente é hora de tirar meu escravo do armário.

Ele está vendado, e agora ele tem que adivinhar que roupas estou vestindo apenas me tocando.

Se ele adivinhar corretamente, ele pode estar seguro. Mas se errar, haverá consequências para ele.

Meu chicote já está esperando.

Enquanto estou focado no meu console, meu escravo Bino não é nada mais do que um objeto útil aos meus pés.

Eu o ignoro completamente enquanto ele se ajoelha abaixo de mim e remove minhas meias. Então ele começa a trabalhar, lambendo e adorando meus pés descalços enquanto eu continuo jogando sem lhe dar nenhuma atenção.

Para mim, ele não é nada mais do que um objeto aos meus pés, útil apenas para o meu conforto e relaxamento.

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.

Eu transformo meu escravo londrino em meu confortável capacho humano. Ele remove a única meia que estou usando, e eu a enfio direto na boca dele…

Então eu pressiono meus pés descalços no rosto dele enquanto ele começa a massageá-los. Finalmente, ele se torna útil com a língua, lambendo cada gota de suor dos meus pés.

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.