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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| Thank goodness for that. Well… thank Mistress Magda, anyway. |
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| Tom’s looking forward to their feedback. |
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| Or a card game. ‘Pairs’ springs to mind, for instance. |
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| It’s good when people feel they can share about their private life with co-workers. |
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| Don’t worry – he’s not as bad at it. Just bad. |
“the fact or quality of being easily handled, managed, or led; meek and unquestioning obedience or compliance”
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| Obviously. Let’s hope Jennie’s getting better at it, now she’s onto her fourth try. |
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| It’s one of those logical impossibilities – you know, like ‘a man saying “all men are lying, cheating bastards'”. Male philosophers used to debate these things endlessly, but I understand they are kept busy with more important, practical tasks these days. |
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| I don’t think he objects to being inside the couch, it’s more that he was expecting to be alone in there. |
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| Mrs Elton’s a good neighbour, anyway – happy to pop round and help out whenever your wife needs a hand. |
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| Topping from the bottom can take many forms – all equally objectionable. When my SO plays with me, for instance, there’s often a very fine line between “pleading frantically for mercy through the screams” – which she enjoys – and “expressing an opinion on when she should stop hitting me”, which she dislikes intensely. |
This is the lovely Vinyl Queen, who is in the lucky position of never having experienced the unpleasantness that is Servitor in session and is relatively unlikely to move to Edinburgh, being based as she is in San Francisco. Her other interest is gardening.
Thank goodness.
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| Some people think that the life of a submissive is to be a mindless automaton, obeying orders with at most a muttered ‘yes, Mistress’. But actually, there’s a lot of thought involved, not to mention worrying and sheer naked terror at possible consequences of thoughtlessness. |
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| Julia? Oh… she can be a bit difficult, but, y’know: I can’t complain. |
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| That’s all right – plenty of time to learn. |
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| Inmates at the prison camp – especially those convicted of sexism and similar offences – might be surprised to learn there are rules forbidding excessively harsh treatment. But there are – and the proof is in the surprisingly high survival rates which are well over 80% for all but the most annoying inmates. Personally I don’t approve of that kind of mollycoddling, but no one cares about my opinion. |
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| It’s always a bit embarrassing for professional educators to meet their students outside the classroom. That goes double for male educators meeting young female students, especially if it’s a hot day and the students’ feet are sweaty. |
Contrary to what many people ill-informed about femdom relationships might imagine, I am not oppressed by my SO, in fact she actually makes a point of bestowing small freedoms on me. For example, she grants me a financial allowance out of my earnings, quite frequently permits me to speak as long as that privilege is not abused and even (speaking of abuse) permits occasional sexual release. I’m very lucky that way, as I often find myself compelled to tell her.
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| Like many submissive men, I find arguing with my SO can make me feel quite uncomfortable – sometimes immediately, sometimes over an extended period of time. |
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| It’s the dreading that’s the worst part, I understand. |
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| Whatevs. |
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| Teasing and denial. |
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| It’s the little things in a relationship that really define it. |
Tried to hurt me but now I know.
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| Kinksters can sometimes be over-sensitive about when something might be considered ‘public play’. Sometimes a slap in the face is just a slap, after all and sensible bystanders will realise that. |
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| It never did matter much, to be honest, even before I started wearing the thing. |
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| Oh, she shouldn’t worry. Nothing creepy about enjoying the sight of an elegant pair of ladies’ shoes. Or the taste of them, for that matter. |
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| Thank goodness for that. Words can cause real pain – as can bullwhips, too, obviously. |
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| The thing about schoolgirls is not letting them know you’re afraid of them. Make that mistake once and you’ll be doing a lot of homework for other people, believe me. |
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| Not a problem: premium cat food doesn’t actually taste as nice as the adverts imply. In fact, in tests I understand eight out of ten slaves said they preferred to go hungry than be forced to eat it… but why should anyone care about that? |
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| Which is odd, because women are supposed to be good at empathy. |
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| Having said which, these two – while not exactly exhibiting empathy I’ll admit – are certainly very concerned to ensure fair treatment of all of the prisoners. Which is nice. |
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| She does use him for sex, but only in a facilitative capacity. |
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| And I’m very persuadable. I’ll even pay for it. |
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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| Don’t worry: you’ll feel her pain |
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| It probably wouldn’t say anything very interesting, to be honest. Mostly whiny pleading. They’re not missing anything. |
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| Like many male teachers in girls’ secondary schools, he often finds himself being the teacher who has to deal with the bullies. |
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| I understand that if you actually open them up, by breaking the flesh from whipping too hard for example, you can void the warranty. But it doesn’t sound like she’s done that, so it’s probably OK. |
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| She’s not a pro-domme, anyway, because to the eternal howls of anguish from love-sick slaves, I believe Lady Sophia Black has retired. |
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| ‘Public humiliation’ is apparently one of the approved reasons for leaving the house in the present situation. Thank goodness we can preserve the basics of civilisation, in these trying times. |
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| Don’t worry. As soon as she’s stopped being angry with you, she’ll give femdom a go. Possibly even before she’s stopped beig angry, actually. |
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| Even the oubliette can be quite peaceful on a lovely summer evening… the sound of birdsong, the rustling of leaves in the breeze. Sometimes you can even smell the blooms in the nearby flowerbeds, but usually the stink of piss is too strong. |
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| Maybe it’s yummy. I guess she’ll never know. |
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| I must say, I can’t understand men who frequently visit prostitutes. I just cannot take any pleasure in mixing sex with a cold, businesslike financial transaction, you know? Much better to stick to financial domination. |
What a lovely word. I am her thrall.
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| Happiest day of your life! And don’t you forget it, you ungrateful little bastard, or she’ll give you something to be unhappy about! |
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| It’s not just convicted sexists, either. Carry the donor card, help someone to look fabulous after your death. |
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| I’ve never liked spiders. Bitter acrid flavour and the legs get stuck between your teeth. |
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| Looks fun. And they give you a little souvenir bag of sugar at the end of the month. Give it to your domme, the next time you book a normal session and thank your lucky stars it’s just fantasy play. |
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| He found her through a card she’d put up in the local telegraphy office. |
