Madame Sarka – Page 2 – Contemplating the divine

Ladies who leash

Seven days in already, so counting down the days from 21 that’s only 14 to go? Or 83 if it’s 90. Whatever.

Oh, I think – with all due respect – Madame Sarka is being unduly harsh on English, here. But then, she’s really good at being unduly harsh.

Actually, the taste depends a lot more on what it had to eat a few hours earlier.

Sometimes she fills the bag with ice, so as he’s sweating in the heat there, he gets some lovely cool drips of water. Usually, though, she doesn’t.

I’m not worried. Just terrified.

The hard labour of love

I don’t see why. Sounds like a great deal to me.

That’s thoughtful. One of my former Significant Others was always very keen on symmetrical patterns of welts. She’d take quite a long time adding a bit here, a bit there until it was right.

Good. It’s about time those pampered slaves at OWK learned the meaning of hard work and discipline.

This is – of course – the magnificent Madame Sarka, who will not be returning to OWK, but can be found here.

Yeah. Women can be sensitive about these things.
Aren’t the little heel-marks cute, by the way?

Apologies to MenAreSlaves.com for abusing two of their pictures this week (it’s their own fault for making such a vast archive of video stills public!). Of course, if they object in any way I will beg their forgiveness and take whatever consequences they mete out. In the meantime, why not pay their website a visit?

Nice to see boys getting a look-in, in this traditionally female occupation anyway. I’ve always fancied being a booth-babe. But it’s hard to imagine a product that would actually sell any more if I did.

Even more strictly factual

More OWKfacts! Completely and utterly true factoids about life, love and genital torture at the Other World Kingdom.

All pictures originally came from www.owk.cz and were found either there or on tumblr etc.

Locked in abasement

It’s where you’ll usually find me. If you can be bothered to look.

Chastity femdom picture that kind of thing

She feels your pain. But not quite as much as you do.

Caning femdom picture that kind of thing

It’s supposed to look like that. But then – you’re supposed to be caned, too.

Let’s hope it’s not a third six. It can happen, though. I once rolled a huge pile of dice and almost all of them came up six. I can’t remember exactly how many, but it was at least seven of nine.

You wouldn’t think dommes would be so indecisive, would you?

At least one of these magnificent ladies is the awesome* Madame Sarka, formerly of the OWK and now of herself. If any ‘readers’ can help identify the other lady, I will be grateful.

One art critic described her work as ‘a joyful celebration of life, movement and freedom’, which is rather ironic, when you think about it.

* When I use the word ‘awesome’ it should be understood in its original sense, meaning ‘inspiring awe’, rather than it’s modern sense (pronounced ‘ossom’) meaning ‘quite good’.

Unpleasantries

Fair point. It’s quite hard to travel internationally without money too. Or clothes.

Madame Sarka. Of course. Need I say more?

I expect they’ll just agree to keep it our little secret, don’t you? In exchange for total obedience, obviously.

From St Mackenzie’s, a site that (in the previews at least) has lots of wonderful shots of schoolmistresses looking stern, and schoolgirls looking dangerous… but then disappointingly always seems to have them take their clothes off and look ready for vanilla sex. I mean, who wants to see that? There are some real weirdos out there, no?

This is kind of autobiographical. I really hate the actual feeling of being beaten, so although in the weeks leading up to a session I’m all excited, in the hour or so before there’s just this “oh fuck, pretty soon someone’s going to be hitting me with a leather strap and it’s going to hurt!”. Out of all the fetishes there are, why this one, hmmm? Why not cuddly toys, or something? Or ballooons. I’ve tried…and balloons do nothing for me.

This is from Cruella. You could tell even without the tag, right?

Go on – surprise her!

No idea who this is. Doesn’t matter, though, as after tonight I expect she won’t be seeing you again.

Yes, you’ll always have those memories.

What’s my fetish?

I have a wide range of sexual interests, as regular readers of this blog will know only too well. But like many bloggers in the femdom community, I am obsessed with precise definitions of terms, so I spend ages worrying about whether what I like is “really” a fetish, and discussing that obsessively in lengthy blog posts.

So – I found an online dictionary that said that something is a fetish for you, if you cannot become aroused, or achieve sexual release without it.

And that’s all I needed. I have a “Doing all my chores to her satisfaction, and not being too irritating” fetish. There’s probably a latin name for it.

Well I can’t tell you what it means. I’m not even allowed to think – let alone write – that word in English. Here, for goodness sake.

Don’t worry, you’ll find quite quickly that the pain in your knees will make you forget all about the taste in your mouth.

How embarrassing for her. I wonder what she’ll do?

It’s great when someone really enjoys their work.

Yes. Yes, that would be perfect.

New Year resolutions

To mark the passing of the old year, and the beginning of the new, I decided to ask all of the ladies who regularly appear on Contemplating the Divine to share their New Year resolutions with our ‘readers’.

Most of them just told me to fuck off and die, of course, but here are the contributions from those who did not. Oh – and believe me, when these ladies resolve to do something, it does get done.

Apparently I’m going to have some New Year resolutions too, but She hasn’t told me what they are yet. Quite exciting!

,,,and last but always first in my heart…

Contemplating the corner

Tumtitum. Bad servitor. Don’t look over here, just look at the pretty pictures please.

It’s probably because you don’t really feel very grateful. Don’t worry, that’ll come with time and effort. And pain too. Obviously.

What’s the time, Mrs Wolf?

He’s a sensitive man. Very sensitive, right now.

Women riding horses? Frankly the whole thing just strikes me as too perverted for words.

Serves you right, you fat bastard*

* Unless you’re not. In which case it doesn’t.

Another rather unimaginative headline featuring femdom captions

With a big hello to search engines from all over.

Now, after a headline like that, I suppose there had better be some captioned images of female domination, hadn’t there?

But also more enjoyable for her. There’s always an upside.

So with this one I – ow! – excuse me, I was just – OOH! – I’m sorry, I really…ohhhh that hurts!…need to move on to the next. No caption here.

OW! No better!

Right. Think calm thoughts. It’s funny – we give our cat the stuff in tins as a treat, and the dry biscuity stuff for normal food. So when my wife makes me eat the contents of one of the tins, I guess both me and the cat are unhappy about it.

Isn’t it an awful feeling? When you just know you’re going to have an argument. But all arguments end, you know that too. And you’ll be a better husband for it, after all.