Art by HE THONG

 As you may have noticed, all my slaves are Caucasians, mainly brought from the United States and Western Europe. The only exception is a giant negro from Central Africa, which I use as  overseer or "foreslave". I spent a fortune on it, but it has become indispensable to monitor meal shifts, workout sessions, nighttime caging, and so on. Thanks to the "African  investment", as my accountant calls it, I do not need to take care of such inferior tasks, and I spare a lot of time. Unlike all my other slaves, my foreslave is not permanently chastitized.  In fact, I often order it to fuck a slave when some soft punishment is required after minor misbehavior. It is amazing to watch the giant negro handle up to four slaves at the same time -even my big personal attendants- when I command some group whipping down in the punishment dungeon.

Here you have another image of a traditional ritual in my country: the "Hair-Trimming Ceremony" (I am not sure of the exact translation to English). This is a more intimate ritual, usually reserved to be performed by personal-service slaves only. As you see, I seat on a slave face, while other two trim my armpit and pubic hair. They use a traditional hair-grooming tool, a kind of minute scissors that -oddly enough- Western-born slaves find very hard to handle correctly. Nothing that strict training and punishment cannot solve, though. Note that there is a fourth slave gently licking my penis. Licking a free man's penis tip by a slave is interpreted as a submissive tribute to the man's ability to copulate and procreate, an ability that the slave has lost forever by castration, penisectomy, or -as it is more common nowadays- permanent chastitization. 

Back in my Tumblr blog, I once published an image (the uppermost in this post) where I am seen with my friend and neighbor Tsundere at a beach on the Pacific coast, not far from my home. Several of my followers immediately asked in which Californian city I live. Ha, ha! The world doesn't end at the U.S. borders, guys! No, no: I live in a Southeastern Asian country -as you may have guessed from my name. I also post here a few images that you may recall from my Tumblr blog. In two of them, I am seen working and taking a bath at home. The last one has been taken during the "Hand-kissing Ceremony", a traditional ritual in my country, which is supposed to reaffirm the owner-owned bond between a free man and his slaves. I perform this ceremony once a month. That day, I wear some of my favorite leather clothes and sit on two of my slaves, while the thirty-odd others queue to kiss my hand: first, my personal-service slaves, and then the lesser slaves from the kitchen, ...

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 GigaSauna -the exclusive sauna hall reserved to MeGAthletes-  is at last open. Each MeGA can bring with him up to three of his lackeys, to attend him during the sauna session. The use of strigils to remove sweat from the huge bodies, however, is reserved to the specialized GigaSauna staff. Each sauna servant has been tattooed two large "GS" signs, so that MeGAs do not take any of them back home "by mistake".  Click on the images to enlarge!

Not always it's all joy for Lieutenants Sanchez, Wildmann, and Richards, though. On those days that, for any reason, the 27th Base crew's work does not satisfy Captain Nnamani's high military standards, he bursts into his rooms and -without mediating a single word- he takes one of his attendants by the neck, forces his victim on one of his powerful knees, ass in the air, and spanking doesn't stop until the poor thing's buttocks gets red as burning coal.  The other two attendants know very well that, unless they want to get an even harder punishment, they better rush between their superior's gigantic thighs and work on his massive, half-erect penis, waiting in terror for their own turn -which doesn't take long to arrive.

  Since 2163, Captain Nnamani (24 y/o, from the African United Kingdom) is the commander in chief of the 27th Terraforming Base at Cerberus Plains, just north of the Martian equator. Before taking charge of  the position, he asked the International Martian Force (IMF) to appoint a crew of assistants for his personal service on the red planet, as a partial replacement for the many domestic slaves he owns back in his country. In view of his remarkable military records, he was immediately granted IMF Lieutenants Sanchez (37, Caribbean Commonwealth), Richards (33, United Laurentian States), and Wildmann (32, Austrogermanic Republic) as his private attendants. Nnamani uses the three lieutenants mainly for sexual recreation, on which he spends most of his leisure time. As their chief enters his spacious personal rooms, the officers -who live permanently there, always in the nude- immediately apply themselves to give him as much pleasure as possible, as they were explicit...

Tarzan and Jungle Boy are now becoming used to life with Tarzan's new size... 

Nehemias, the bastard son of Petrus Villus -a recently deceased, wealthy Mohrevian merchant- was given as a personal-service slave to Petrus' younger legitimate child Malachias a few years ago, when Malachias turned sixteen. Although its owner and former half-brother often punishes it hardly, submits it to all kinds of sexual vexation, and never allows it to touch a woman, the slave still considers itself fortunate. It bears a privileged position among the many other family servants: it is well fed, it is ordered to maintain itself clean, it can keep its hair, and it is sometimes commanded to help Master Malachias with his new business duties as the only heir of his late father.