prison – Page 7 – Contemplating the divine

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.

La belle dame sans merci

More images of female domination, captioned ones.

Just scream to let them know when it’s back on, would you?

If I want to keep those stats up, I guess I’m going to have to start offering housework tips here…

Mmm…well, that was fun. Schoolboy session next month – four hours in detention writing lines, wasn’t it? Something to look forward to.

Men – being crude and ignorant – need to train themselves to watch out for these subtle clues. Or women need to train them.

Yes. Then they’ll definitely be gay. And married!

Extra duty

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?

Tough love

Very tough, sometimes. Ouch.

Captioned images of female domination follow. Obviously.

Not a clothes cupboard, you understand. Don’t get your hopes up, loser.

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!

Madame Sarka, of course, formerly of OWK.

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…

This image from Cruella. There’s a certain bleakness that is unmistakable. Mmmmm.

Oh no. I hate going to her parents’. Especially after a flogging. Oh well… who said life had to be fair?

Gratuitous cruelty – dontcha love it?

Do you really want to hurt me?

Do you really want to make me cry?

Oh…say you do.

“Boots” is a surprisingly popular choice. You can also sell the right to choose, to someone else, then just take pot luck. Quite fun, if you’re feeling adventurous.

The picture is from The British Institution. It’s very British. I love it.

Oh well. It’s been deep-fried. How bad can it be?

Perhaps.

The lady is of course the magnificent Hunteress (also known as Cassie Canes), and the source is indicated on the watermark. Boris appears courtesy of SlavesForMovies Inc.

They also provide a complimentary paddle, by the minibar, and there’s a shackle in the bathroom. It’s those little touches that make the difference between simply staying in a hotel and having an experience there.

Sounds fair.

The caption for the picture above was loosely inspired by this rather excellent video on humiliation. You’ve probably already seen it, but if you haven’t I recommend it. The lady involved is…well, not exactly vanilla, but she’s not femdom particularly either, as this is one of a large series of talks about various sexual practices. But as well as talking about it, from time to time she simply slips in some actual verbal humiliation. For some reason, the fact that she does so in such a matter of fact manner, reading from a script with cheerful interest…even the fact that the scene keeps cutting, particularly when she reaches for an inhaler because she’s got a cold… all that, just adds to the humiliation for me. I think it’s lovely. Anyway, there’s a bit where she says you have to be “punished for being so bad in bed”, and the phrase has stayed with me… and perhaps always will.

A daily act of brutality

Unusually for me, a themed post. See if you can guess the theme.

All images taken from the public spaces of “The British Institution”, or tumblrs, not from behind the paywall to my knowledge.

Well worth a visit – once you’re in, you’ll find you can’t leave. Not for five years anyway, even with good behaviour.

http://www.thebritishinstitution.com

Devotional blackmail

I think they’re going to talk about it again.

Marriage is for life, you know. That can be quite short, though.

No, I don’t know either. Sorry.

Nice of her to help them like that, wasn’t it?

The lady in the picture is the awesome Syonera von Stryx, and I’m sure in person she’s nothing like a sadistic camp commandant’s daughter. Unless that’s what you’re looking for, of course, in which case no doubt she is.

Oh how tiresome.

My unfair lady

All I want is a boy somewhere
Far away from the city square
Tied down across a chair –
Aow, wouldn’t it be loverly?

Lots of choc’lates for me to eat,
Whip in hand for his own hot treat.
Thrashed arse, he’ll beg at feet
Aow, wouldn’t it be loverly?

Aow, so loverly…

Standin’ abso-bloomin’-lutely still.
Scared to move, so the pail don’t spill;
His pleading, high and shrill,
Aow, wouldn’t it be loverly?

Someone restin’ across my knee,
Warm an’ tender as ‘e can be.
Who’s scared to death of me,
Aow, wouldn’t it be loverly?

Loverly!

Loverly.

Loverly!

Loverly….

Those eyes. I could just drown in those eyes, couldn’t you?

Huh. Brad! It’s been ‘Brad this’ and ‘Brad that’ ever since he arrived. Frankly, I am seriously considering giving him notice. It’s not as if we need a pool boy anyway, not having a pool.

It’s funny to think, really, that you’re just about the only man she encounters most days who isn’t begging at her feet for mercy! You probably help her keep a sense of perspective – and that’s very important, for someone with a job they really love.

If you like Cruella, you’ll probably love The British Institution. I do. Both.

Damn… I was really looking forward to November.

Actually, most chastity belts are massively over-engineered. What might feel like irresistible pressure really hardly puts it under strain at all. I mean, steel’s pretty tough. So don’t worry, OK?

Divine retribution

Do not seek to question it.

It’s funny how you sometimes feel let down after a birthday, don’t you think? As if there should have been more to it, somehow? Oh well – there’s always next year. In you go.

Yes, let’s get it sorted.

Still am, I’m afraid to say. Ow!

And she’s used to getting what she wants.

Easy to confuse the two. Wouldn’t it be awful, though, if you visited a beautiful young professional lady for an intensive CBT session, then found yourself spending the next two hours putting positive feelings into practice?

The unfairer sex

Oh dear. You don’t think they’ll tell the other girls in the office do you?

Actually, he’s in for a nice surprise in a couple of months. She’s going to come in, first thing in the morning, and remove the chain completely. Only as an April fool’s joke, mind, but for a few hours he’ll be happy.

I’ve never believed in all that star-sign nonsense. Although, my own horoscope last week just said “Nothing but pain and humiliation. Loser”. Do you think there might be something in it, after all?

Poor thing, she looks exhausted. I wonder what she’s been doing?

Be nice. You’ll probably be left to her in your wife’s will.