Patheticus Minimus 3D

The two, aristocratic Roman ladies – Madam Delphina and her cousin, Madam Florentina – were relaxing on their loungers in the courtyard of the former’s luxurious villa on the outskirts of Ancient Rome. It was a stifling hot summer’s day, but, being respectable Roman matriarchs in their mid forties, the two ladies were, in spite of the heat, modestly attired in their long, white, flowing togas – only their brown-leather-sandalled feet exposed to the strong sunlight. Madam Florentina, it has to be said, had slightly chubbier ankles than her cousin and hostess, Madam Delphina, but both ladies were still considered to be great beauties for their age. They each had many male admirers in addition to their wealthy husbands. The courtyard was silent, but for the sound of three things: the chirping of birds in the surrounding trees; the cascading water from an ornamental fountain in the centre of Madam Delphina’s secluded courtyard; and the scrubbing-brush of one of her male slaves who was on h

My mistress Brianna is a very keen amateur sportswoman. At 23 years of age, she is at her peak of physical beauty and fitness – unlike me, her flabby, ugly, middle-aged personal footslave. Indeed, free people are always commenting on the stark contrast between my mistress’s beauty and her footslave’s ugliness. But my mistress likes it that way – she likes the fact that even her somewhat bony feet, the humblest part of her beautiful body, are considered more appealing to look at than my ugly, male, slave face. Right now my ugly, male, slave face is paying homage to her beautiful female feet by crawling behind and staring at her bony, feminine heels and ankles as she strides purposefully into the ladies’ tennis club. My mistress has not yet changed into her tennis gear, and so she is still wearing her casual ‘student’ clothes consisting of a pink T shirt and black, soft leather, ballet flats on bare feet underneath the frayed and turned-up hems of her favourite pair of blue denim jeans.

Part 1 – The New Semester It’s not what you might be thinking! This is not a story about a Training College for footslaves – though goodness only knows therein lies a story waiting to be told! No, this is a story about the ‘Young Ladies’ College of Central Barbaria’ or ‘YLCCB’ as it is more commonly known. It is a story, therefore, about the principal academic institution of the Gynarchy of Barbaria, where young women aged between 18 and 25 train to be doctors, lawyers, businesswomen, politicians etc. A kind of ‘finishing school’ for superior females, if you like. There is, of course, no such equivalent institution for the males of Barbaria, for even the free men do not require a higher education since they are barred from all the top jobs. No, in the Gynarchy of Barbaria it is females who hold all the positions of power – and rightly so! And the ‘collegiate footslaves’? Well, these are some of the dirty and inadequate males who serve the young ladies whilst they are at college. Nearl