Other World Kingdom – Page 8 – Contemplating the divine

I wanna

be her dog?

wagwagwag…

He’ll be paying rent to her as well. The monthly rate is a very reasonable “everything”.

Mistress Akella, there, showing how patient dommes need to be at times.

Oh, I don’t suppose Janice would mind. She’s very easygoing. As long as you stay on the leash, you can pretty much do your own thing when she’s not around. It’s that kind of marriage.

In OWK, slaves aren’t judged on whether they fail or succeed. Just on how badly they fail.


She seems nice. Remember, though: it is very unprofessional to get involved romantically with your clients. So don’t even think about it.

New world… orders

Oh dear. Just when it looked as if a nice, safe maternal future was in store for us, my SO took delivery of ten boxes full of these horrible posters yesterday.

And she seems to be going off at all hours for meetings with those scary new friends of hers. Whatever can it all mean?

Quite a few of you seem to have liked my posts featuring sneak previews of the Femsuprem candidate’s successful election campaign in 2020.

I tried getting a few more through my handy fictitious time portal, but I’m afraid I must have done something truly male, because it started making horrible noises, turned sideways and then spat out an image and a pile of posters from a very different future indeed. What can it all mean?

I suspect these particular female supremacists are not all that interested in elections. Readers who prefer their femdom to be loving and maternal are advised to go and look at another blog for now.

Mistress of arts

Women, eh? You can’t just straight-out discuss something, she has to set up the whole situation just right to ‘discuss it’. Oh well. Better humour her.

That’s a very wide hole. Still, maybe there are some guys who need that. Not jealous…

Phew. That could have gone quite badly. Remember the time you bought that fur coat in the wrong shade of silver?

I wonder if in the years to come, he’ll regret not having signed more forms? After all, it’s not going to be easy to sign anything, when she’s done with him.

This of course is the sweet and kindly Mistress Jo, of Cruella and British Institution fame. She’s just a softie really.

That’s something we’ve seen a lot of this year – this contemptuous attitude to ‘experts’. She could easily double the efficiency of the plant by not sitting on it, for example, but you just try telling her that…

The power of love

Make a one man weep, make another man sing.

NB – in my experience, however, you do need a credit card (or more often an envelope stuffed with cash) to ride this particular train.

And you don’t want to be sore, as well as a loser.

He’ll be given a chance to taste the same wine she’s drinking too, in due course.

Ah yes. My fault. Of course.

Oh, she should try being a bit more creative. She’s in a chemist’s shop (trans: pharmacy) after all. I’m sure there will be plenty of things they sell that taste really nasty. Anything labelled ‘Not to be taken internally’ is worth a go.

He’s lucky she’s not displeased with him, isn’t he?

Oh, I hope there’ll be jellyfish

The servitor who uploads material to this blog will be on an undeserved holiday for the next few weeks. Normally awful service will be maintained, through the magic of ‘scheduling’ and comments – especially abusive ones – remain as welcome as ever, but will not be responded to (so the grovelling apologies must wait).

The jellyfish thing? Oh yeah. This.

You know, I heard once that feeling sad and lonely is just your body’s way of telling you what an unpleasant person you are to be with? Makes a lot of sense.

I’m slowly working my way into her affections, I reckon.

Mmmpphhh grtrrth.

Of course, they’ll need to use something else to achieve the burning sensation. Hot coals, maybe? They’re very creative.

Hope there’s some beer for me.

You can wear the uniform and I could play along

And so it goes…

“…and if there’s war between the sexes then there’ll be no people left. “
Actually, I’ve never believed that. Some of us would be traitorous quislings from the start, for one thing.

PS – she didn’t recognise him, actually. Not her fault – they used to get a lot of men at OWK. They all look the same after a while, I expect.

The holiday starts here.

Some of us have high natural levels of this chemical in our bloodstreams already. It’s produced in the spleen, I expect. Mostly because I enjoy typing the word ‘spleen’, which is a rather underused organ in femdom porn, I’ve always felt.

It’s best not to let the cute ones off too lightly.

Nazi dominatrices! Cute, huh? A bit illegal in Germany, but hey – this is the blog that treats its readers with contempt, remember?

Active-aggressive behaviour

Actually, I think her levels of married bliss have never been higher.

Have you noticed their expressions? I don’t think they’re going to argue about this. Sometimes couples already really know what needs to be done – the role of the external expert is just to help them open up about it to each other.

He does still participate in rapes from time to time, though. Just in a different role.

Valuable protein.

That kind of bitchy behaviour is quite unusual in OWK, actually. Generally, the ladies work within a supportive and positive team culture. It’s about mutual respect in the workplace, basically.

Humbled in her presence

I wonder what other duties the servants carry out for her?

It’s always his fault. That’s quite important.

Make him what? Eat pond scum from the bottom and thank you for it, with a smile on his face? Yes, of course you can.

Actually, Jenny isn’t that into lesbianism. But she likes having her flat cleaned and all the laundry done so she puts up with it once a week.

And she’s got the whole morning, so she can take whatever time it needs.

Memories, memories, sweet memories

Yes, to bring in the new year, what better than to look back – with more recollections from the lovely ladies of the sadly now defunct Other World Kingdom.

Well, completely made up stuff from the mind of servitor, anyway. But I do have a general disclaimer over there to the right, if you care to look. This blog does not make a fetish of realism. Muddy boots, yes, sissy panties, certainly, but realism – not so much.

This is the second in a series of, well, two at the moment but you never know. Here’s the first.

Ladies – over to you.