… a bit like donkeys, then, and males. Today we have OWKFacts! Ages since we had any OWKFacts… this blog will be in danger of losing its reputation as the femdom blog of record and its obsession with accuracy and verisimilitude (oh, thank the Goddess for spell-checkers) if I don’t put some more facts out there.
Workers of the World
As a something of an anarcho-syndicalist, I’m delighted to see the women at OWK have turned the business into a workers’ co-operative.
As for the previous (male) owners – nothing like the sequestration of assets to bring colour to the cheeks! Seizing the means of (re)production etc.
You may be right, PP, despite being a male.
Some might question the likelihood of those lovely Ladies who grew up under communism embracing such Marxist notions as workers’ cooperatives, but they need to brush up on their ideology (or just drop their trousers and bend over)! The centralised, totalitarian Czechoslovak ‘People’s Republic’ had nothing in common with the OWK’s egalitarian monarchy of free female slave-owners, which indeed embodies anarcho-syndicalist principles. Not only do the Ladies own their own means of production and thus appropriate their own surplus value creation, they also own the former owners of the means of production and appropriate everything. How more appropriate could things be?
Not that the Ladies have anything against brutal totalitarian dictatorship, you understand.
Power to the (female) People! Freedom for Tooting!
S
Hamburger and Fries PMSL. Excellent stuff, Servitor!
Thank you, Spicey. Had to look up PMSL. If you meant it literally, I can only hope you were out in public with that special Someone to mock you for it and humiliate you utterly.
Best wishes
S
Women can be tenaciously stubborn in putting you down !!
Thankfully, it wasn’t literally intended but my Lady does list among her many terms of endearment for me ‘Captain Prostate’. Make of that what you will!
Thanks Captain. Oddly enough, the only time in my adult life when I’ve wet myself in public, was when I was out with a domme. I would say it was a little accident but there was nothing accidental about it, not after all the glasses of water before we set off and the laughing refusal to allow me to visit the little boys’ room. By very lucky chance, I happened to be wearing a nappy under my trousers.
Best wishes
S
I always wondered where Wolfie ended up.
Now that’s a niche comment, if ever there was one…..
Mr M
Power to the people!
Right on, Spicey, right on. Only the best people, obviously: the ones without Y chromosomes.
Best wishes
S
Oh, I don’t know about ‘niche’, Mr M. There seems to be a loyal little coterie of British perverts of a certain age commenting here…
Best wishes
S
Oh, what a nice idea: to be able to differentiate slaves solely by their whipmarks which need to be renewed regularly. That ist so organic, no ink, no collars, no leather, just a lot of pain
Indeed, Steffi. I mean, obviously, it’s not the end of the world if a woman whips the wrong slave through mistaking his identity, but it’s nice to know that correction is being applied where it’s most deserved – as well as anywhere and everywhere else.
The OWK Ladies do occasionally have a problem with the idenfiying marks being overlaid with so many other welts, bruises and scratches received in the normal course of daily life, that the slave’s identity becomes obscured again, but in those circumstances they just revert to the traditional approach of flogging every male in sight for anything or nothing. It does seem to be effective.
Best wishes
S