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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| Oh relax! Look if George is hetero too, then it’s not like you’re going to be having gay sex anyway, is it? I mean, who’s going to make you do it? |
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| The offence? Oh – unauthorised erection, I think. Now just watch the caning very carefully and try not to let it happen again, OK? |
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| Could get expensive. |
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| Well I think it’s rather sweet. |
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| Men can be so obsessive about these little things. |
Literally, a re-entering, so obviously it’s not to be taken literally in my case. But here we are, back again.
Same old, same old.
But more so.
If you know what I mean.
Update: thank you all for the kind comments, while I was away. Sorry I didn’t respond at the time, but if you check back you should find that I have now.
…and while I was away, this blog went over 3 million page hits/views whatever it is! Many of them by automated search bots no doubt, others perhaps by worthless little pathetic worms of no importance or interest to anyone whatsoever (if you’re wondering whether you’re one of them, then you probably are, like me), but even so it’s a nice big number. Thank you all.
Update again. Don’t you just love the horse picture? Not the caption, necessarily. Just the picture. Isn’t it great?
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| It’s a bit unfair, really. I mean he makes as much noise as he likes. Doesn’t get the fucking sjambok, either. Why do we put up with this sort of thing? |
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| I’ve been caught shopkeeping eleven times, now. Oh dear… am I out of butter again? Off to the shops… |
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| He’s taking a subtle revenge for the lifetime of humiliation and suffering she imposed, though. He’s over-salted the popcorn. Only slightly – but enough to notice, you know? Haha! |
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| You know, people can often behave very differently at home and at work. Although actually, she doesn’t. |
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| I love this picture. I quite like my caption to it, too. |
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| A bonus one, because I am by no means sure this one is actually femdom. |
Now, my dear prisoner, I have good news and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?
The bad news? Yes, I suppose that’s a good idea. Hear that first, to get it over with.
Well, the bad news is that the rest of your life is going to be spent down here, and it is going to be utterly miserable. Your hands will stay cuffed behind your back like that forever, and the hobble chain between your ankles isn’t going away either. You won’t be able to stand up, or even crawl, but you should be able slowly to wriggle around, like a maggot, to get across this cold stone floor. You can scream and shout if you like. No one will hear you. Not even me, and there’s no one else for miles around.
There’s more bad news too. In a moment I’ll be leaving, and I’m going to switch off the light and close the door. So it’ll be pitch dark down here – you’re now in the last few moments of light that you’ll ever experience.
That’s right – look at me. This is the last time you’ll ever see anything. Remember me.
More bad news, I’m afraid. You’re going to die down here. But not immediately. There’s plenty of water and I’ve left some piles of food around. Some of the food’s fresh, so if you can find it, as you inch around in the dark, I’d eat that first, as otherwise it’s going to start rotting. But there’s quite a lot of dry food that should be edible for a few months.
But then that’s it. One day, you’ll be painfully wriggling across the floor in the dark; sniffing and licking wherever you go to try to find more food, and there just won’t be any left. But of course, you’ll never be sure that you’ve found it all, so you’ll probably keep trying, as you get weaker, hopelessly dragging yourself back and forth trying everywhere in this pitch black cellar, until you starve to death – alone, in the dark, with no one to care.
So that’s the bad news.
The good news? Oh – erm, yes, now there was some good news. What was it? Goodness, it’s completely slipped my mind. Oh I don’t suppose it matters. Whatever it was, I’m sure it didn’t really concern you anyway.
Goodbye.
(I read somewhere that blog posts should have clear, factual titles to attract traffic. And what could be more attractive than that title?)
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| Not that it really matters how he reacts, once the padlock’s on. |
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| It’s often the simple things we men find most difficult. |
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| Hmmm. “If you didn’t want X, you shouldn’t have Y”. Can’t think where I read that before, Servitor. |
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| Well, I think it’s sweet. In a slightly psychotic kind of way. |
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| Yup. Crying’s good. Also screaming in frustration. It all helps pass the time. Actually, the chap pictured behind her there just squats down all day, gently rocking backwards and forwards and moaning in a steady rhythm. Hey – it gets him through the day, you know? |
Yeah. I was always one of those guys in the corner at parties. You know? Just standing there, all embarassed, not knowing what to say as the laughter and flirting went on all around me?
My nose pressed tightly against the angle of the walls, and my trousers down around my ankles exposing my red, spanked buttocks for all to see.
I guess we’ve all been there, huh?
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| It’s good to have a job doing something you love. In my job, for example, I’m bossed around, humiliated and made miserable almost every day. Mmmm. |
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| Ooops! Don’t forget about consent, girls! When you’re finishing, ask him if he agrees he deserved it. It’s important. |
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| Well, if you put it like that… |
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| Office life… it can be so stressful, can’t it? |
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| Sadly, though, the inside looks pretty grotty, too. Unless you like gloomy dungeons walled with unfinished concrete and festooned with rusting chains. Oh do you? Oh, right. You’re in for a treat, then. |
I’m feeling them more and more often.
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| Best not to rush into these discussions. Give everyone a chance to calm down, to reflect on what was said and maybe even come to regret it? |
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| With dignity. Always with dignity. |
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| Glad we cleared that up. I hate ambiguity. Fortunately, so does she. |
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| He’ll apologise, too. |
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| Don’t know. Don’t care. |
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.
More images of female domination, captioned ones.
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| Just scream to let them know when it’s back on, would you? |
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| If I want to keep those stats up, I guess I’m going to have to start offering housework tips here… |
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| Mmm…well, that was fun. Schoolboy session next month – four hours in detention writing lines, wasn’t it? Something to look forward to. |
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| Men – being crude and ignorant – need to train themselves to watch out for these subtle clues. Or women need to train them. |
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| Yes. Then they’ll definitely be gay. And married! |
Hey honey. How are you?
Oh – yeah, well quite a day. You know we’ve got this terrorist suspect? Well, I was in charge of his interrogation this morning, and he broke completely – but he hadn’t done anything! I mean, I made quite sure. We had a full three-hour session, and he was screaming and begging and pleading for mercy, almost from the start. You know? I’d already learnt everything before I even started on the second fingernail! He was completely innocent. Of course, I had to do the rest, and the other stuff as usual – got to do it by the book!
Apparently he was only here because some ex-girlfriend of his was cross with him or something, so she tipped off the security police that he was plotting to bomb a bridge. It’s really silly, the way they’ll just bring someone in for that sort of thing! Such a waste of all of our time – and his life and career of course! Apparently, he was some sort of computer programmer, and I don’t suppose you can do that without fingers. I think someone should have a word with that ex-girlfriend of his.
So I reported at lunchtime that he was innocent, and do you know, that silly old cow Colonel Travis wasn’t satisfied! Said she thought maybe the suspect was ‘holding out on me’ and maybe I needed to ‘be a bit harder’ on him. Ridiculous! I mean, I know when I’ve broken a man.
But anyway…orders are orders, so I had to go back and do a full afternoon session as well. You should have seen the look on the suspect’s face when I appeared at his cell door again! Shrieking in terror – frantically scrabbling at the walls to get away. He was desperately begging to be executed… especially when I said I wasn’t going to be as easy on him this time. Poor thing.
Of course, I didn’t find out anything new. He confessed to everything in sight, of course, but it was just because he was so terrified. Especially when I started on his eyes – they always hate that.
Hmmm? Oh yes, he’s still alive. There’s not much left of him, of course. Anyway, Cow-nel Travis had gone when I finished, so I just left the report on her desk. If she has me go back and do him again in the morning I’m going to be so cross! Still – I left a few bits untouched, just in case I have to.
What? No – not those bits! Honestly, you men! One track minds. They came off early in the afternoon. Shame – he was kind of cute.
Oh don’t be ridiculous! How can you be jealous? Quite apart from the fact that there’s not much of him left, I think he’d be too traumatised for the rest of his life even to speak to a woman, let alone –
Oh were you joking? Sorry, honey. I’m still just so keyed-up over having my professional judgement questioned like that.
Anyway…one of those irritating days. Grrr!
How about we skip the movie, order a pizza and you can take away some of my tension…hmmm?
Very tough, sometimes. Ouch.
Captioned images of female domination follow. Obviously.
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| Not a clothes cupboard, you understand. Don’t get your hopes up, loser. |
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| Yes. Apparently she doesn’t have Madame Sarka’s easygoing and forgiving nature, so do watch it. Still – congratulations! Happiest day of your life, and all that! |
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| Oh I always do that sort of thing. Live for today, I say! Who knows where we’ll be tomorrow, eh? Well, I mean, in this case here, obviously. And the day after that, and… |
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| Oh no. I hate going to her parents’. Especially after a flogging. Oh well… who said life had to be fair? |
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| Gratuitous cruelty – dontcha love it? |
