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.
Yes, to celebrate the most depressing public holiday the UK has – the end of what is often with atypical British overstatement referred to as ‘the summer’ – here are more reminiscences from a better-run although oddly misnamed ‘kingdom’.
More OWK ladies reminiscing about the good old days, in other words.
…a thousand ways that make you statuesque. (just more old music, nothing specifically femdom I’m afraid. But it does feature Louise Wener and those lucky sleeperblokes, which is femdom enough for some).
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| Watch and learn – although it’s by no means certain you’ll ever get the chance to put it into practice. |
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| Not often I feature maledom here, but I’m open-minded about it – I don’t mind maledoms, as long as they end up beaten, enslaved and crushed in body and spirit. |
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| Whimper. |
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| They are very concerned with fairness – and with unfairness too, obviously. |
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| Well, as long as he’s cool about it I suppose you should be too. |
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. |
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| Many subs don’t realise how much work a good domme will put into preparing for a session. Here, the lovely Lady Jana went to all of the trouble of looking up the translation of an obscure English word – just to make sure his experience was exactly as he had specified – and all he could do afterwards was moan about it. Well, I think it was that he was moaning about, anyway. |
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| Another ungrateful subbie. Seems to be something of a theme today. I mean, quite apart from the sexual gratification he is getting, the value of all that learning is quite literally incalculable. |
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| Now this one at least appears to have the right attitude: asking nicely, saying please and thank you. And he has his reward, see? |
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| Don’t worry if you find it difficult at first: the game of ‘fetch’ might appear simple, but it has hidden complexities. I’ve been playing it together with my SO almost every Sunday afternoon for years now, and I still often get it wrong – as she can readily confirm. |
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| Which is odd, because from my own personal experience (again – and I don’t want to over-generalise, so let me emphasise this is just me): in my own relationship, ‘No’ is about the most reckless and unsafe word it is possible for me to say. |
But we try anyway. The rather contrived title is – of course – a signal that today’s theme is further recollections by OWK ladies of that fine institution’s glory days.
Over to you, ladies!
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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| And soon he’ll have a lot. |
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| If you do everything she says voluntarily then you don’t get whipped – so where’s the compulsion in that? |
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| Even in exile, the OWK ladies still speak fondly of the ‘Great Slave Rebellion, though the OWK itself is no more. There are rumours that the perpetrators are still imprisoned in cells deep beneath the grounds of the former utopia. An unlikely story, true, but they must be somewhere. |
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| Welcome to Plan A. |
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| Balloons? Anime cosplay? |
Not necessarily a British cultural reference, merely a description of what I do while my SO takes a couple of minutes’ break to make herself a cup of tea.
Still, for those of you in the know, it was one of the better ones. “We’re the police – or layabouts”. And of course Fenella Fielding. I certainly don’t mind if she smokes.
And speaking of being British… I mean, this isn’t a political blog, you come here to get away from all that stuff, but…. but… but… what the fuck? Really! Huh? I mean, what the fucking fuck? Look at this mess! How can anybody seriously think men should have the vote?
Rant over. Let’s have something decent, sensible and sadistic…
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| Actually, I find binocular vision quite useful for ironing pleated skirts, but that’s not a huge part of my life – three, four hours a week tops – so I suppose she might as well go ahead. |
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| What a scare! Thank goodness you were there to call the ambulance, as soon as she collapsed. You did have to move out of the corner without permission, though, so obviously that’ll have to be dealt with, when she’s back on her feet. Still: she’s getting the best possible care, and you’re scrubbing out toilets, so everything’s OK. |
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| I used to have a problem with premature ejaculation, but it’s under control now. Matter of fact, last month I was even a few days late – she was on a business trip. |
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| Don’t worry – they have separate fire drills when they practise evacuating the slaves. Particularly between November and February. |
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| Actually, I once went out with someone whose Mum had worked as a cleaner all her life. When I finally plucked up the courage to tell her that I get my rocks off mincing around in a little maid dress pretending to be forced into humiliating cleaning tasks, she was a little offended at first. But we talked it through – and when I said she could tie me to a bench and beat me, she decided she was OK to give it a go after all. And do you know, she had a really good time? And there I thought she was pure vanilla! I’ve never had a session partner be so… enthusiastic. Even made me sign a little piece of paper promising not to have her arrested for assault, before letting me up and walking out of my life forever. |
More reminiscences from those sweet Central European maidens from the sadly defunct Czech vacation spot, the OWK.
Where are they now, you ask? Some of them work as professional dominatrices but most of the others prefer to remain anonymous today, as they’ve moved on from the scene. One – I won’t name her because I do respect her privacy – has done really well in the travel industry and now works as Service Manager for one of the major low-cost budget airlines. She’s responsible for designing the passenger experience : all the way from the check-in queue to the seat design and on-board service standards. A complete change in career, you’d think, but actually she says her time at OWK was very useful preparation for her current responsibilities. Strange but true.
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| Seven days in already, so counting down the days from 21 that’s only 14 to go? Or 83 if it’s 90. Whatever. |
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| 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. |
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| Actually, the taste depends a lot more on what it had to eat a few hours earlier. |
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| 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. |
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| I’m not worried. Just terrified. |
