OWK – Contemplating the divine

A man is what he thinks about all day long

Is he really? Oh dear. Now I despise myself more than ever.

Regrets, I’ve had a few… paid good money for some of them.

She surprised herself with how easily she adapted to the mean, contemptuous persona her new clients wanted.

I prefer my cucumbers small and smooth, but my SO always buys those big, really knobbly ones. I suppose there’s no accounting for taste. Anyway, obviously I never refuse it, that would be wasteful.

They’re scarred by the memory. Mentally scarred I mean, obviously the physical scars were inflicted by her.

The elegant and poised Lady Mephista, there. And four incompetent naked blokes.

She’s asking the right girls. They know all about it.

Things that were hard to bear are sweet to remember

More OWK memories. That’s all.

Controlled freaks

Just think how nice it’ll be when finally Petra does say yes. Or try not to think about that. Whatever.

I took a personality quiz once and failed.

As my SO likes to say, the pain is never ‘too much’, it’s always exactly the right amount.

It’s powerful stuff, but it works together with hormones coded by the Y-chromosome, apparently, so it doesn’t work on half the population. Still, that’s no reason not to put it into widespread production to get the benefits for the other half.

And just follow the same approach for the rest of your life too, obviously.

I’m not in favour of this happening to all food-delivery guys, mind. Just the 75% who ride their bikes on the pavement and through red lights.

The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing

With that quote from Blaise Pascal (who she?), we introduce another post devoted to that sweetest of feminine characteristics: being impossibly, delightfully unreasonable in relations with the lesser sex.

The beatings will continue

… as long as she likes, whether behaviour improves or not, quite frankly.

She does most sincerely respect your domme’s right to express her own identity, by making you go out looking ridiculous and humiliating you in public. It’s not for everyone, but that’s just her choice, y’know?

I read somewhere that the game of Tetris was inspired by this OWK photoset. Stranger things have happened… although not many, it must be admitted.

He was going to get the knee anyway, of course, but now he’ll get it harder, faster and probably with more of a salutory effect.

Snuff’s not for everyone, but I reckon every woman should try it once – and then all the men would be dead, which would be nice.

Actually, sunburn and face-slapping go together quite nastily.

They ended up making a bit of a mess of the office, but fortunately no one who mattered got into any trouble about it.

Callous whispers

No household bills, but Dave’s still paying off the instalments on his motorbike. And it’s not like the pay-pig gets to choose, right?

Cometh the hour, cometh the humiliation freak.

The Government have been giving men a chance to show they can improve without harsh measures. So far, results have been quite disappointing.

Goes with your total lack of personality, I expect. Sorry, but someone had to tell you.

Of course, the only reliable way to decide which OWK Lady is nicest is to experience a whipping from each of them in turn. Fortunately, Nigel’s already been sufficiently outspoken that there’s a rota on the wall of the Ladies’ break room to ensure that’s exactly what he gets over the course of his stay.

On sunny beaches (2)

Gentlemen-in-waiting

Dommes! Summer safety tip for beach play: if you’ve commanded a sub to remain in position, either check he’s above the high tide mark or remember to take him with you when you leave the beach. Unless you’ve brought a spare or two on holiday with you, of course.

When they are graciously permitted to take part in a conversation, males should stick to subjects they know best, like screaming and begging for forgiveness.

Castration wards are often the best-equipped in any hospital; it’s because a lot of senior administrators in the NHS these days are women, apparently. They do such important work: angels, all of them, angels.

Looks like she’s decided her domestic life needs her urgent attention and her job is just going to have to wait.

Nigel got beaten savagely for wearing the dog costume… but then Madame Christine went on to beat the speaker equally savagely because it was Tuesday. When it was actually Thursday! OWK, eh?

It’ll be a quiet night in, except for the yelping.

Boy, you’re going to carry that weight

So don’t argue.

Don’t worry if you find the conversation about sex a little embarrassing – it’ll be very quick (although not quite as quick as the sex was).

You’ll observe that she’s holding an electric shocker remote in her left hand, which gives me confidence he’ll respond enthusiastically and with appropriate gratitude.

Lots of ladies send their sissies out proudly displaying every bruise they’ve been given, but Mrs Thornton’s more old-fashioned about that sort of thing.

It’s like a two-key system. But with only one key, obviously.

Slaves with bad knees who would find all-fours pony play particularly painful should always mention that in their OWK application forms, so the Ladies can take that into account when deciding on the activities. It’s like informing them of phobias about spiders or enclosed spaces: they always like to know.

Quite a few MPs found themselves subjected to an intense lobbying campaign, over this bill. Very intense indeed.

Respect where it’s demanded

Update: something went badly wrong with this site, deleting every change between May 5th to now, including all comments during that time. I’m really sorry about that, especially losing all the ‘maths teacher’ comments. I’ll keep looking into it, but from what I can tell, the site did not backup last week but instead reverted to the previous backup, which was May 5th. If any WordPress experts have suggestions, I’d welcome them but I’ve tried all the options suggested by Googling the problem and the site really does seem to have fully lost a week – comments are even missing from the wp_comments database. Ouch. I can only apologise to my brilliant commenters who got deleted. Not my doing!