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.
The Other World Kingdom is mostly gone, at least in its original form, but its memory lives on. And so do the memories of those fine ladies who worked there, which by a process of entirely fictional thought transferrence have ended up inside the mind of the author of this blog. From where, after picking delicately around the piles of rancid porn and mounds of bad ideas that clutter that place up, they emerge to be shared here.
Or, to put it more simply: OWK ladies remember. Again.
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| Thank goodness for that. Generally, this blog disapproves of the use of painkillers on men – just seems wrong and counterproductive, somehow – but this could be an exception. |
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| It’s for her book club. They’re meeting here this week, I think – you still OK to serve the snacks? |
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| Just goes to show it’s not all about the money. |
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| Oooh… romantic evening ahead! |
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| Angghwagh Mughwough! |
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| Don’t worry: it’s not just spiders. She can change into lots of things. And she can change other people into other things too. So, yeah: never dull. |
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| Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll change you back. After all, it’s not going to be much fun for her having a boyfriend only eight inches high, is it? Whatever could the two of you do together? |
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| The fairy godmother is deep in the palace dungeons. She’s treated reasonably well but for some reason the sisters insisted that she be fed nothing but pumpkin – which she hates. Perhaps one day she’ll be granted an opportuity to explain that to them and they’ll relent. |
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| She can and she has. More times than she’d care to admit, actually. |
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| Perhaps he can charm her – she loves watching men writhe and scream and I’m sure he’ll be doing plenty of that. |
… without permission.
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| Perhaps you could write her a nice thank-you note while you’re wearing it. |
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| No, they didn’t mention Rodney. I hope I don’t have to pay extra for him. |
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| Just a soft little harmless thing. |
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| When visting a French domme, once, I confused ‘quatorze’ (14) with ‘quarante’ (40). The difference is actually very easy to remember, when the 26 ‘extras’ are laid on with full force. |
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| She believes in having honest relationships with her clients. Most dommes do. It must be awful for vanilla sex workers, having to pretend to like their clients and to enjoy their nasty desires. |
It’s a photostory! I don’t do many of these… though there was that thing with the divine Anne, more years ago than I care to remember.
But this is another divine person: the wonderful, sexy, glamorous and creative Divine Mistress Heather, in fact (or, more specifically, in fiction).
Obviously, needless to say, this is a silly made-up story, produced solely as a perverse sexual fantasy, that in no way reflects the professional or personal attitudes, opinions, proclivities or political views of Divine Mistress Heather.
In reality, of course, Mistress Heather is actually a very nice person and, erm…
Oh. OK, maybe she isn’t. But I’m sure that just makes her even more wonderful still.
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| Maybe when the two of you are married, you can talk to her about being less cruel to poor dumb animals. |
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| Well, she should have been clearer. It took me ages… |
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| No spoilers, now! |
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| Don’t worry, you’ll soon warm up after Lady Sarah arrives. |
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| He only discovered about her fetishes after the marriage. She has quite a few. The ones not involving inflicting pain on older men are mostly about girlfriends and money. |
Reality. It’s a tricky concept, one I certainly often struggle with. I used to think that would hold me back in life, but it seems it’s not even a barrier to becoming President of the United States, so what do I know?
Anyway, moving on from feeble political point-scoring , I thought it might be nice for once to cast aside the usual rigorous attention to authenticity and gritty realism on which this blog has built its reputation. No: let’s ditch that obsession with verisimilitude and instead present what might be the first in a new series* : glimpses of ‘Pervworld’ in which the world actually works the way it does in femdom fantasy.
Could it be reality one day, you ask?** Who knows?***
* Or it might not.
Not least because I am already running out of ideas. Astute ‘readers’
will have noticed that #2 and #4 are basically the same.
** No, obviously not. Idiot.
*** See above: I do. So do you, if you’re honest with yourself. Do try to get a grip, hmm?
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| I suppose I can wait to watch the cookery programme – I’ve become quite good at coping with deferred gratification. Thank goodness it’s only Raoul this time, anyway. Sometimes she invites all the guys round to watch a big game and I’m rushed off my feet fetching and carrying beers, snacks and condoms. She must find it quite exhausting too. |
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| It’s funny how the simple act of having electrodes attached to your genitals can change your whole perspective on things. |
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| I know she’s a busy woman, but I really think she could cane her own husband. And detention is a very special time in any relationship. |
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| She works hard for her money (so he’d better treat her right). |
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| But with dignity. Always with dignity. |
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| You could try hopping from one foot to another. It does no good, but it’s traditional somehow. |
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| And then they could sit on them sitting on the cones. |
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| If all else fails, ‘being male’ would do. |
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| I was once told by a sex worker that 45 seconds with me was worth as much to her as an hour or longer with a “normal client”. I thought that was such a nice thing to say that I got distracted and nearly missed my deadline. |
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| Let’s hope someone brought the lube! |
“Dear Strict Mistress Tricia
Thank you for your reply. I am so much looking forward to visiting you again at your dungeon this afternoon. You asked whether I had any special requests for this session and I am writing to convey a fantasy that I have long nurtured but never really dared to express before.
Please could you “
No.
“Please could you I humbly beg for a much ‘harder’ session than usual. I have been quite exceptionally naughty and I believe that I deserve particularly severe punishment. I humbly request that we start ‘in character’ from the very second I walk in the door: you can order me to remain silent, while I strip, then without a word you handcuff me and gag me with a”
With a… with a…
“a with one of my own socks, firmly held in with masking tape, so I cannot make a sound. Then I deserve nothing less than two hours of relentless physical chastisement. Hard spanking with a wooden paddle, the belt across my shoulders and back and please could you finish with an exceptionally hard beating on my buttocks and thighs with a”
Hmm…oh yes, of course.
“cane. Yes: a long, brutal caning with a long, brutal cane. I need to be strapped securely across a whipping bench and thrashed soundly. Don’t worry about my ‘limits’: Just for once I need to be seriously hurt, so no play acting. My wife is away so don’t worry about leaving marks either. I want my bottom to be a mass of welts and bruises.
I have one slightly strange request, Strict Mistress. Each time you begin with a new implement could you say “This is from Lucy”? It’s just a weird little fetish I have had for a long time and I hope that being very thoroughly beaten “for Lucy” will help me get it out of my system.
Counting the hours until I can be at your feet again, Strict Mistress.
Trevor”
No
“Slave Trevor”
And… send!
