Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.
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| Oh, we do. We do. |
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| Isn’t this picture wonderful? |
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| Women eh? Can never make their minds up, silly things. |
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| Not many calories in the dirt on the soles of her shoes, alas. |
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| I can’t stand those mens libbers with all their ‘votes for men’ nonsense. We just shouldn’t worry our ugly little heads about it, that’s what I say. Ironing’s more my thing. |
OK, time for a new series. And I hope at least some of you like it, because I’ve done loads of these, and I’ll post more some time…
OWKfacts, that’s they are. Interesting, and little-known (because untrue) facts about the Other World Kingdom, a much missed now defunct femdom facility in the Czech Republic. I might have mentioned the place once or twice before, now I come to think of it…
All pictures, of course, must originally have come from www.owk.cz and were found either there or on tumblr etc.
Enjoy. Or don’t – see if I care.
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| Actually, in most conversations it’s good to have a hairbrush handy. Just in case. |
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| Quite right. What’s the worst that can happen? |
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| Actually, all her dungeon equipment is. |
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| Philosophy. It’s a girl thing. |
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| Again. |
A lot of people live secret lives, hiding their true selves away, fearful of mocking and misunderstandings. I’ve certainly done that for decades – decades too long, I would say. Well, I’ve made a momentous decision for the new year. I’m going to speak in public about what I truly feel in private. I’m going to – not ‘admit’ because that implies wrongdoing – but celebrate my sexuality. I’m going to share this first with you – the loyal readers of this blog.
Out loud and out proud.
Here we go…
(deep breath)
I, Servitor, have a sexual fetish. I get sexually aroused by thoughts of sexually dominant women, controlling, punishing and humiliating me. I am, in short, a sexual ‘submissive’.
There. That feels so much better! No doubt I’ll lose many readers of this blog, shocked at the nature of these revelations – but it’s their loss and not mine. I’d like to thank those readers broadminded enough to keep on reading. You know my secret now – and that’s a sacred trust. I know I can rely on you, even though I have not the slightest idea who any of you are.
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| Actually, I thought for a moment they were the punishment gloves. Or the other punishment gloves. |
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| It does seem rather odd that I (for example) am not allowed on the furniture but I do still get to choose the Government. |
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| Puppy play! In my youth I liked puppy play. Sadly, now it’s ‘tired old dog being dragged around slowly on aching knees under threat of a whipping’ play. |
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| Oh. I think I have a lot of bad habits that I might need some help with, you know. |
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| You know, there’s really nothing like a chastity belt for putting ladies at their ease with you. It takes away all that nonsense about being male, or a potential sexual partner, and allows you to just be yourself. |
True on so many levels.
I hope you had a good Christmas. I don’t know whether I did or not, as I wrote this post and ‘scheduled’ it weeks in advance.
In any case, the real Servitor was long ago laid off and the caption-writing outsourced to Bangladesh, where teams of underpaid workers assemble femdom-themed attempts at erotica and wit using cast-offs from other, more interesting, sites. Sad, but true – like everything else on this blog.
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| Don’t worry if you can’t fill it. Just ask one of the other men standing alongside you. I’m sure they won’t mind. |
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| Boyfriends! The curse of the sissy sub’s life. Still, I suppose someone has to play the football. |
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| It’s good that she’s not letting these petty irritations affect her work. No messing about, just getting on with it. That’s the way. |
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| Ah, the majesty of the legal system. |
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| “Servitor” is nice, I’ve often thought. |
The title of course, yet another attempt to gain a veneer of artistic respectability by quoting someone with talent, in this case The Smiths.
The song speaks to me, though, and especially this line:
I didn’t realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry
No poetry today, you’ll be pleased to hear. Onward, with feeling:
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| I’m not sure what this caption is on about, to be honest. All lesbian couples look like this, don’t they? It must be true – the Internet sez so. |
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| Keeps you fit. Very good for your health. Until she reaches five, anyway. |
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| One day I’ll meet someone who appreciates me just for what I am – a pathetic, desperate and unattractive loser who’ll willingly hand over cash for a brief moment of pretence that I am otherwise. |
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| The lovely Princess Kali, being lovely as ever. |
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| Just another attempt to make some positive use of the flood of male-dom pictures swirling around and polluting our beloved Internet. |
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| I think she should allow them more food, don’t you? |
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| Math is hard. So’s she. |
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| She likes the way all those clamps jingle together when you sway. |
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| Anyway, you’re still young. Plenty of time to have that orgasm. |
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| She’ll probably just choose ‘both’ again – same as usual. Women – never can make their minds up, can they? Bless ’em. |
…it’s her favourite sort.
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| It’s best to take it bit by bit. Remember, Ladies, you can always have another go and take off a few more IQ points if he’s still uppity, but if you hold on too long and you’ve got a drooling idiot who’s too stupid to work the vacuum cleaner, you’ll regret it the next time you want the floor cleaned! |
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| I think she’d better watch out. He could turn – just like that. |
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| And then of course there’s the pie still to eat. Actually, it really wasn’t that great. But you don’t want to tell her that. |
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| Seems fair. And if it doesn’t seem fair to you, I really wouldn’t recommend pointing that out to her. |
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| Best not to get high on your own supply, after all. I personally never masturbate when creating or posting captioned images. Nor do I ever tell lies. And of course, I should be severely punished were I to break either of those rules…. |
As I’d love to be…still, this blog talks about castration anyway. Quite a lot, actually.
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| Sometimes, they are even the same aspect of the same place. |
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| That’s a relief. It would be a bit embarassing to have had to reply “a small cupboard” to any questions about where you spent your honeymoon. And you know her rule about always telling the truth. |
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| Oh, OK. Maybe we’re not talking about castration today, after all. Maybe we’re not talking about anything. |
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| I suspect ‘we’ will. |
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| I hope so too. |
Well, yeah. I guess
you could call it ‘that’ date. The date
from hell, huh?
Oh but look, I’m kinda glad I ran into you. I mean, you must have some pretty awful
memories from that night – I mean the way you were crying when I threw you out
and stuff aaaand I just didn’t want to leave it like that without, well –
– without telling you how much blog traffic I got when I posted about it!
I mean, really.
“Impotent crybaby” just got more traffic than anything else I’ve ever
published. And when I put up another
post – you know, about how you said maybe you could get hard if only you could
sniff my trainers – well, wow! I mean,
my blog’s been like, in the top 1000 ever since.
Oh, you must have seen it.
You put up a picture of some – like – total catastrophe, like an
earthquake or something and then you write “But maybe if I can sniff your
smelly trainers, it’ll all be OK?”
Oh my god! Are you
crying again? Hold on, let me get my
phone. I have got to take a photo this time!
Hey!
That’s right. Trainers. Smelly old stinky trainers.
That’s better.
That’s right. Oh
boy. Youtube fame, here I come.