Category: beatings

Frustrating femmes

Increasingly, I find ‘the prospect of an orgasm’ is all there is, along with the memories of them too, of course.  But my SO has other means of motivation, so that’s OK.
You might want to try to get used to it, just in case the witch doesn’t co-operate.  Good thing you’ve got someone to look after you, anyway.
She’s a very sympathetic person – just ask the boys – but even her sympathy has its limits.
On that principle, I ought to be a very good person by now, but oddly my SO doesn’t agree.
It’s funny how vanilla sex workers can be crueller than the dommes.  Without even knowing it, sometimes.

Superior sex

 She is it, and she also has it.


Perhaps you should discuss her salary expectations soon, as I think right now they are increasing rapidly.


She uses ‘cruelty free’ cosmetic products but I’m afraid that attitude extends only to animals. Non-human animals, I mean.


The system is open to abuse by women seeking to save money on nursing care for their elderly male relatives unfortunately. But a recent inquiry into the prevalence of false accusations of crminal sexism concluded (a) that it was not so very high and (b) that the old bastards probably deserved it anyway. So that’s all right.


Imagine putting her to so much trouble. And he calls himself submissive…


The lady visting OWK in this pastoral scene is Goddess Sophia, whose cages, canes and (most memorably) gloriously swishy rubber dress Servitor has had the honour to experience – and can thoroughly recommend to UK-based subs. She may or may not still be in business and is not the lady of the same name in Portsmouth, who I am sure is equally lovely.

I imagine Douglas knows many things they don’t… lots of secret little thoughts.







Severely

I suppose it’s polite to ask, but really she should just make herself at home.


 

He looks pretty trustworthy to me.  You’ll be fine.  Just think about something else for 20 minutes.

  

 
 

No, she’s not particular.  Well…she is, obviously.  Just not about that sort of thing.

 

See?  There’s always a solution if you just talk it out.  It’s like the time I finally told my SO I was finding our ‘lifestyle’ a bit difficult and in just a few minutes ‘talking it through’ we hit on the solution of shutting the fuck up and never complaining to her again.  So simple, in retrospect and it’s avoided so many problems since.

 

 

She’s definitely going to go down there and check he’s OK, though.  There’s just something she needs to do first, that’s all.

 

 

Took my hand and so unkindly

 …cut me down with words so cruel

 

Many men just don’t appreciate how painful high-heeled shoes can be.

 

 

 

 

There’s a place near me that does them ready-stomped.  Very wide range of toppings too.

  


I hope her arm’s not getting tired, the poor thing.  I think someone’s doing all the work in this relationship.

 

 

She has great influencing skills.

 

Yes, but apart from that…?


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Adding insults to injuries

Costs extra but it’s worth it, believe me.

 

Try making a list of all the things you know annoy her and run through them all.  It might take a while, but you’ve got all day.

 

 

 

 

I’m good at being annoying.  Less so at having orgasms, because I don’t have as many opportunities.

 

 

 

Many visitors to OWK think Czech classes are pointless because the ladies just scream at you and beat you up anyway.  Which they do, obviously, but occasionally being able to plead piteously for mercy in Czech can result in slightly less pain.  Very slightly.  Sometimes.  And if the Lady in question is not actually Slovak, obviously.  But still…


 

 

You might find you get a bit irritable without coffee.  Interestingly, that can turn out to be a learning experience too.


 

Maybe she’ll show you what she’s put down on Governess Hardcastle’s booking form.  Or maybe she won’t and it’ll all be a surprise!  Still, at least you can be confident there won’t be any little blonde findomme princesses or tarts in latex with big tits.  Thank goodness.

 


Begging her pardon

Like many submissive husbands, I have a lot of uncomfortable conversations.  Apparently it’s good for me, though, so I can’t complain.


 

 

Don’t say anything to make her think less of you, as she takes her leave of you – she is trying very hard to keep her vow to love you until death do you part.

 

 

 

The younger generation of female supremacists are less militant, more comfortable in their dealings with the opposite and inferior sex.  I think that’s great.

 

 

 

Can’t you tell she’s tired?

 

 

Actually, she does rather mind but she’s too kind-hearted to refuse her.


 

 

 

 

Embarassingly accurate

I wonder if she’s jealous that she never gets to do the ironing any more?

 

 

 

The girls could probably handle more than ten reasons, but at that point the boys would run out of fingers so it’s probably best not to go there.

 

 

 

Don’t worry, he won’t be there all night.  She’s got a pillory in the bedroom too.  In fact, it’s the same model so he can just stagger there still wearing the cross-piece and it slots right in.


I was too worried about ending up with some embarrassing word tattooed on me in Chinese or Japanese so my SO kindly agreed to do it in English instead – just as well, as it turns out ‘wanker’ doesn’t translate directly.

 

 

 

You could try licking the tears back up.

 

 

 

Czeching accounts

Some newly arrived slaves fear that a night alone and abandoned in a cold prison cell will be hard to take – but they often find that, actually, when the Ladies arrive the next morning to take them out, they find themselves looking back fondly on the hours of merely being uncomfortable and cold, with a nice strong steel door between themselves and the rest of OWK.

 

 

Looks like he’s losing.  They always do, oddly enough.

 

 

 

 

The local hospital is getting a bit fed up, to be honest.  I mean, there’s pandemic on: they can’t keep dealing with minor fractures and burns, the whole time.

 

Of course, you’ll want something to wash it down with.  They do have an expert sommelière but actually all of the ladies are ready and only too willing to whip out a funnel and provide some liquid refreshment to their own personal specification. 


 

 

 

 

 

Some of the ladies love waking up to the cheerful singing of the ‘guests’ working beneath their windows.  Others hate it and storm outside furiously, at the slightest sound, to dole out misery to anyone disturbing their precious sleep.  But then at OWK, you have to take the rough with… well, you have to take the rough, anyway.

 

 

 

 

Tearful conversations

Anybody else want to negotiate?

 

 

 

It’s recreational for her, anyway – although there’s a serious element to it too. 

 

 

 

I wonder what the OWK Ladies would have done, had the wall not come down in 1989 and no Velvet Revolution occurred?  Oh, they’re so talented I am sure they have found some kind of niche within the totalitarian system where their skills could be useful, but it would have been very different.



Just try to think unsexy thoughts while they do it.  Reading this blog should give you some ideas.



Once again, I do have a bit of a gripe here.  I mean, sometimes it’s “I want the truth and I’m going to keep on increasing the voltage until I get it’ and next it’s ‘Keep your nasty little opinions to yourself.’  It just doesn’t always seem entirely fair, is all I’m saying, but I suppose it’s best not to complain.