slavery – Page 10 – Contemplating the divine

Riddle of the minx

Don’t you? Just sign you heartless bastard – look how you’re upsetting her!

Actually, there are surprisingly few blogs catering for those with a mushroom fetish. And this one probably won’t again, so enjoy it while you can. Deviants.

Mistress Asian, like it says on the picture. Welcome to the blog, Ma’am!

Really experienced dommes understand our desires so well. And don’t care.

This is of course the lovely and talented Princess Kali!

Don’t worry, it doesn’t go all the way down. Everything below 4 inches is just in the same category. Now what was it they
called it… er…?

Ermmm…hang on, I think I’ve got a witty answer to that, so I can pretend the question does not make me uncomfortable.

Shameful display!

Apologies to anyone offended by this image of a male actually experiencing sexual pleasure. Don’t worry – he’ll be made to suffer for it later.

Time for a witty, cutting rejoinder, I think. Just try to think of one.

Details, details. Women – why do they always have to explain everything like that?

These details matter to her. So now they matter to you.

A very fair point. On with the spreader gag and let’s give it a go!

Extra Anne for the anonymous commenters who rightly pointed out that the captioned image of Anne in a space suit last time was a repost. Just a silly mistake, by an old fool.

She’s talking

Hmm… well, OK. As long as I don’t have to go to Cathie’s.

That’s very broadminded.

You can’t hear it without the sound, of course, but it’s actually a startlingly realistic impression. She’s talented.

No time for a caption. HuuUUUH!

Black or red… black or red. Oh dear, I’m not good with choices. Just as well, really.

Cold comfort

…but not on the farm.

I’m not sure if I could manage that. But I expect I’ll learn, over time.

Oh well. As long as it’s completely voluntary, I suppose it’ OK.

This is the lovely, magnificent, Vancouver and Paris-based Mistress Eleise de Lacey. But then, you knew that didn’t you?

Gosh, it’s a long way down, isn’t it?

One day perhaps.

And replace them with inhibitions about disobedience.

This kind of life

The smell gets everywhere too.

You’ll like Poochie. You’re going to have to, actually.

No. They won’t be needing you again.

If a thing’s worth doing, it’s worth doing properly.

Mmmm…

Technology news

Just a quickie: an extra one in addition to the normal schedule (and that’s not a phrase we hear very often, is it chaps?), in response to the exciting news.

It’s a girl thing

Maybe just for the company?

And work slowly around the rest of your body.

The delightful Strict Miss Zoe, who in addition to being strict is a really sweet and lovely person.

There’s something comforting about a collar.

Yeah. He’ll have been fine. Probably. Anyway, that’s not really the point of the story, you know?

Oh go on – try the chat-up line anyway, why not?

Turning points number eleventy-six

…well, I can’t remember if it’s exactly the eleventy-sixth in the series, but it’s certainly something like that. Yay! Turning points! Captioned images that – unusually for a blog about femdom – do not depict femdom situations. Not yet, anyway.

Just click on ‘turning points’ in the wordcloud thingy over there if you want more of this. Or on something else if you don’t. Clicking “Other world kingdom” for example, will take you to captioned images of situations that are rather unambiguously femdom. Clicking on ‘giant wooden dildo’ will take you to the only caption I have done featuring a giant wooden dildo. That kind of thing.

OWK memories

As most of you will know, the Other World Kingdom closed its doors some time ago. Like many submissives, I was completely captivated by the images and videos produced by this place, and I wish I had had the opportunity to go. Especially in the very early days, there was a freshness and originality to OWK. I still remember seeing the first full-page glossy ad for the place in a magazine (before the Internet – or at least before I had access, in 1992 or so). There were these stern ladies escorting prisoners with a real concentration-camp vibe. So different from the scenes shot in the British home counties, or the usual studios.

Anyway, through the extensive use of a media technique known in the trade as ‘making it up’, this blog managed to secure interviews with several of the OWK’s ladies just before it closed, reminiscing about the early days and their time at the OWK. The author would like to thank all of these ladies for donating their completely imaginary time, as well as for the advice they provided to him for self-improvement, during the course of the fantasised interviews.

We miss you, OWK.