Castle Tour Slave

The castle tour slave must follow his allocated patron to heel as she makes her way around the castle listening to her audio guide on a set of complimentary headphones. The slave’s role is to:

1)     Kiss the patron’s feet on arrival

2)     Follow her humbly to heel throughout her tour of the castle

3)     Kiss goodbye to her feet at the end of her self-guided tour when she’s leaving

He must then wait to be allocated to his next patron.

The castle tour slave humbly follows his allocated patron to heel around the castle as she listens to the audio description on her complimentary headphones

Her pretty head is being filled with knowledge about the history of the castle...

...whilst the slave's humble head is being filled with admiration for his allocated patron's socks!

By Law, he must stare at the backs of her socks and study them in silence whilst she goes about her self-guided tour

The castle tour slave's humbling view of the patron's sock

The slave must also, by Law, ponder his lowliness and wretchedness vis-a-vis the superior patron and her socks

He's just an addendum to her tour, designed to make her feel welcome

Meanwhile she listens to the audio guide on her headphones, unconcerned about the wellbeing or otherwise of the slave at her feet

She had noticed the whip marks on his back, but doesn't give them a second thought

He's just a slave, and slaves get whipped!

At the end of her castle tour, the audio guide invites her to have the castle tour slave kiss her feet

She happily follows the audio guide's suggestion!

The slave must kiss-thank the patron's feet for visiting the castle...

...and praise and bless her

Having had her feet kissed, the patron turns and leaves for the exit...

...whilst the castle tour slave remains kneeling in the middle of the castle...

...his head humbly bowed...

...awaiting the feet and footwear of his next patron

 

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