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Badminton

October 12, 2015

Magnificent, fit master and mistress are enjoying a sweaty game of badminton. My role is merely to watch on my hands and knees from the sideline, and then kiss their sweaty feet at the end of the match.

What’s that you ask? Who won? Well, with respect, I think I’m the only loser in this scene!

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Whip Household

November 20, 2022

In the great Gynarchy of Barbaria, many ordinary households have a whip hanging outside the front door as a proud indication that they are a slave-owning household and that said slave is very much subject to the WHIP! Here we see one young woman entering her front door to indeed reveal a porch-slave inside - a slave whom she makes kiss-greet her feet as she enters the hallway. The poor porch-slave obeys his pretty mistress, not least because he has been schooled to do so by the WHIP! A young woman approaches the front door of her typical Gynarchy household As soon as she opens the door, we can see her household porch-footslave inside She stops in front of him in order to humiliate him and have her feet kiss-respected by him She first extends her right, sneakered foot towards his menial mouth... ...swiftly followed by her left! The humble porch-slave, no doubt well-schooled by the WHIP, obeys his pretty mistress! He respectfully kisses her feet... ...BOTH of them! Meanwhile, she looks d...

For The Avoidance Of Doubt (And The Whip!)

December 19, 2025

My Arab mistress, Ms Noor madam, makes damn sure I show appropriate slavish respect and obedience to her 20-year-old niece, Ms Fatima madam, when the latter is visiting her from university: ‘Slave, you obey guest. You obey Ms Fatima madam. Ms Fatima say: ‘Slave kiss feet’, same second you kiss Ms Fatima feet. Ms Fatima say: ‘Slave straighten sock’, same second you straighten Ms Fatima sock. Ms Fatima say, ‘Slave fetch WHIP’, same second you fetch Ms Fatima WHIP. Always you obey Ms Fatima madam. She your master!’ ‘Yes, Ms Noor madam. I will be a good slave to your niece, Ms Fatima madam. Please don’t beat me, masters!’ To reinforce my slavish obedience towards Ms Fatima madam, and for the avoidance of doubt (and the WHIP!), I simultaneously crawl forwards and kiss her visiting SNEAKERED FEET! My mistress Noor explains that her beloved niece, Ms Fatima madam, is to be my new master in this household... ...during her sojourn from university! I obediently and submissively crawl forwa...

The Indentured Footservant

December 12, 2016

Part 1 – A new life Roger sat nervously in the back of the limousine observing the sights of Jakarta as the car sped through the streets of the Indonesian capital. The uniformed chauffeur was a heavily-built black man in his early 30s. The car had been sent to meet him at the airport. The chauffeur wasn't saying much, and so Roger decided he would break the ice with, what he thought, was a fairly innocuous question: 'Have we far to go?’ The smartly dressed chauffeur paused for a moment before replying in a thick West African accent: 'I suggest you keep quiet, slave, and learn to speak only when you are spoken to by your betters.' Roger's heart sank to the pit of his stomach. Slave! It was the first time ever in his life he had been called a ‘slave’, and it was a somewhat ominous development. He was, after all, as he understood it, going to be a household servant – not a ‘slave’. But how had he come to this humble position at the age of 45? He thought back through t...