Roman Villa Footslave

The lady Julia, the senator’s 20-year-old daughter, has her sandalled feet kissed by the villa footslave – much to her proud father’s approval!

'Kiss my feet, slave!'

'Yes, domina Julia madam. I obey you, domina Julia madam. Please don't have me whipped, madam!'

The proud senator watches on as his haughty daughter has her feet kissed by the villa footslave!

He has brought her up so well!

He rather fancies that she is now ready to manage her own slaves!

For his humble part, the villa footslave anxiously kisses ms Julia's feet... 

...in an effort to be pleasing to both her and her father!

For, in this Roman villa, the WHIP is never far from his back!

Better to kiss Roman feet than to feel the mighty STING of the Roman WHIP!

The slave has already been broken by the WHIP!

The senator congratulates his daughter on her humiliation of the footslave

She listens proudly to her father's praise, for she respects her senator-father, just as she despises her father's slaves!


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