Patheticus Minimus 3D

24 year old, dark-haired, oriental beauty, miss Jing-Wei, freshly arrived in the Gynarchy from Singapore, was appalled by what she saw all around her – men, chained up on their hands and knees and in bondage, grovelling and fawning in abject fear and misery at the feet of the overbearing and arrogant women of the world’s only Female State. Jing-Wei, you see, was a sensitive soul – normally upset by the sights and sounds of suffering. Indeed, she had cringed with feminine embarrassment when the female immigration official at Barbaria International Airport had insisted on having a male slave ‘endorse’ her Singaporean feet with respectful kisses at the passport control desk. She was informed such visitor-feet endorsement was mandatory, otherwise miss Jing-Wei would have declined the maleslave’s humble advances towards her pretty, Singaporean, ankle-booted feet! She shuddered with embarrassment again at the very thought of it. How demeaning for that poor slaveman – having to place his ...

Tale no. 19 – African Queen The above artistic work (Snake Goddess, by AnonMoos ) is free of known copyright restrictions. ‘I am a slave in rural Sudan. My mistress is a 48 year old African lady, and thus 15 years my junior. She is a widow, and lives alone in her hut on the outskirts of the local village. I am originally from Europe, but was kidnapped by rebels whilst on business in Khartoum some 5 years ago and sold into slavery at the village slave-market. My African mistress wears only traditional African dresses, but despite their bright colours, she is a dark woman. She is a hard-looking, permanently scowling, and harsh lady who works her slave hard. She never smiles or has words of encouragement for her slave, nor does she grant me any periods of rest. I must work hard from dawn until dusk, scrubbing the floor of her hut, licking clean her shoes and sandals, and washing the African dust from her leathery-calloused, black feet. I do not sleep in her hut. I am kept ch...