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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| It’s nearly time for your next session anyway. Might as well just stay. |
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| She loves him really. |
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| Won’t be saying that again. Or anything else, I imagine. |
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| Poor thing. Still another 20 minutes of the session to go. Her hand must be so sore. |
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| I wonder what she does with them all? It’s only a small apartment. |
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| Maybe just for the company? |
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| And work slowly around the rest of your body. |
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| There’s something comforting about a collar. |
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| Yeah. He’ll have been fine. Probably. Anyway, that’s not really the point of the story, you know? |
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| Oh go on – try the chat-up line anyway, why not? |
She’ll do the rest.
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| Well, at least you can be confident you’re in safe hands. They’re obviously all trained professionals – look, they’ve got nurses’ outfits and everything. |
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| Oh well. No regrets, eh? Strawberries are good. |
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| I think she might be right. She usually is. |
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| And where’s the fun in that? |
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| What an unpleasant little tale. Why would anyone write something like that? |
It’s so good for me…
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| I think the correct answer is “No, Mistress” |
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| Oh, I don’t know. Looks to me like it turned out pretty well. |
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| A new departure for Contemplating the Divine. Brutal treatment of submissive girls! I can hardly bring myself to look.. the poor little thing. She didn’t deserve this. I mean, he’s got another seven fingers hasn’t he? |
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| I find in these conversations that at first she does most of the talking, but as it carries on I find myself becoming more and more vocal and emotional about it. |
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| Or if you can’t be brave, just let the restraints be brave for you. |
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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. |
…whenever I get the chance, but usually I have to pay for the privilege. Ah well.
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| I like a domme with a sense of humour. But actually, I’ve always been able to make girls laugh. I remember my very first date – in school the next day, she and all her friends giggled whenever they saw me. Just a knack. |
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| Dommes: don’t try this at home. You can chip off the paintwork. Do it at his place, instead. |
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| Good luck, George. |
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| I’ll bet she does. |
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| Well, I think it’s disgusting. Reading a squalid little porno blog like that. Yuk. |
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| Puppywup gonna dieee-wie. |
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| Things always seem so simple after a birching, don’t you agree? Hmm? Yes – thought you would. |
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| Actually, grammatically speaking it is you who are surprised. She is amazed, startled: something like that. (Incidentally: little tip if you ever session with a pro-domme. Very few of them – perhaps even none – really appreciate grammatical pedantry from their slaves. Just something I’ve learned (or is learnt?) over the years.) |
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| I expect the screaming will become rather irritating after a while. Still, they could always turn the TV up. |
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| And if it doesn’t get you stiff, she’ll ask Manuel to stick around for a bit, and maybe the three of you could try something else.
(And this – finally – is the lovely but regretably only occasionally dominant Carla Brown.)
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OK, time for a new series. And I hope at least some of you like it, because I’ve done loads of these, and I’ll post more some time…
OWKfacts, that’s they are. Interesting, and little-known (because untrue) facts about the Other World Kingdom, a much missed now defunct femdom facility in the Czech Republic. I might have mentioned the place once or twice before, now I come to think of it…
All pictures, of course, must originally have come from www.owk.cz and were found either there or on tumblr etc.
Enjoy. Or don’t – see if I care.
So, a while ago, I published a post drawing attention to – oh hang on, you want a sexy picture don’t you?
Got one right here…hold on a moment…don’t go off to tumblr yet, ah – here we go!
Ouch. Anyway, I was just saying that occasionally I like to draw attention to the fact that this blog doesn’t just publish pictures but words too. It’s quite a while since I wrote many stories, but in the early days on Contemplating the Divine (it was originally all in ASCII format incidentally; quite a challenge) there were lots. And newer readers of the blog might not realise that.
Of course, they’re easy enough to find using the ‘fiction’ tag in the cloud to the right there, just below the lovely lady with the whip, but I like to be helpful (my name is a clue, there) so here are some links to some more of those early tales.
If at first you don’t succeed. A rather typical “Mistress Valerie and Sandra” story, based on two ladies I used to know (who had different names). Light-hearted, depending for humour and erotic effect on the contrast between the casual nature with which the ladies treat matters that are, for the submissive, of painful urgency. As indeed do most of my captions, actually. Anyway, here’s another, about Daylight saving time.
Serena stories, like this one called Crossed Wires, on the other hand, while also intended to be humorous, are rather heavier. Mistress ‘Valerie’ mistreats her slaves without really noticing. Serena enjoys their agony. She is also surgically trained; quite a good combination. I have just written a new Serena story… 6500 words, so coming in spurts, as it were, fairly soon.
I think this one was intended as a Serena story, but she ended up being called Sabrina. Possibly just an idiotic mistake on my part. Wouldn’t be the first.
In the morning is just a silly little tale, turning on the difference between the sweeping romantic love with which we sub-males invest our relationships and perhaps a more practical, matter-of-fact approach from our (in this case loving) superiors.
This one is a sort-of school story, but like many of my captions, it’s intended to lift the curtain a little on professional domme relationships. It’s heavily inspired by a story called Dame School in the wonderful collection by Louise Malatesta: The Queen of the Grove. If you take your kink very seriously, you won’t like this sort of thing. But for me, it actually adds to the humiliation that the school scene is not real. As I explain to pro-dommes gracious (and unlucky) enough to receive me – I don’t want them actually to pretend that I’m a naughty boy. I’m a middle-aged pervert being treated like a naughty boy… and they are very welcome to express their contempt and amusement at that.
This one, about a femdom programme taking control of the computer, actually seems to get a lot of hits. Maybe it’s the title? People search for femdom story, and get this? Good.
I do quite a lot of this sort of thing – little pastiches of fairy tales and so on. A bit like captions really.
Finally, I’d completely forgotten it but I wrote a huge, three part tale early on in this blog’s history, about a guy who is living a very heavy femdom relationship, but doesn’t realise it (oh, you’ll just have to read it to see what I mean). Bizarrely, I remember thinking at the time, this was a nice little idea that could be dealt with in a paragraph or two. A Normal Marriage Part 1, followed by Part 2, and then concluded with the excitingly-named Part 3.
Right. If you’ve read down this far, I reckon you deserve another picture of a lovely, don’t you?
