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.
…but not on the farm.
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| I’m not sure if I could manage that. But I expect I’ll learn, over time. |
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| Oh well. As long as it’s completely voluntary, I suppose it’ OK. |
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| Gosh, it’s a long way down, isn’t it? |
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| One day perhaps. |
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| And replace them with inhibitions about disobedience. |
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| The smell gets everywhere too. |
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| You’ll like Poochie. You’re going to have to, actually. |
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| No. They won’t be needing you again. |
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| If a thing’s worth doing, it’s worth doing properly. |
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| Mmmm… |
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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? |
…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.
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.
…is there ever any other reason?
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| It’ll help take your mind off the pain, while you’re waiting, anyway. Nothing like ‘more pain’, to do that. |
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| How exciting! I wonder who it is? |
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| It’s good to talk these things through. And then to smack them out. |
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| You’ve either seen the movie or you haven’t. |
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| Can’t stop staring at.. the …gloves…! Oh, er, right! Dinner. yes, right away. |
It’s very important. She always informs me when my consent is required for something.
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| Ignorance is no defence. |
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| Check-out time is when she decides to release you. |
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| Hmmm. Interesting. I wonder what she does use, then. Any thoughts? |
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| ..and what’s the best? |
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| Probably best not to ask… I certainly don’t know. |
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| She seems nice.
I was going to point you to this forthcoming movie which looks very fine, but Paltego beat me to it.
So instead (trigger warning: vanilla. And you have to enter access code 7201969), how about Anne Hathaway in space!
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… and indeed beyond.
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| Poor things. Their fingers must have been awfully cold. You’d think the film-makers could have provided gloves or something. Men can be so thoughtless, can’t they? |
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| I hope they don’t lace it too tight. But they probably will, knowing them. |
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| Sometimes, in a relationship, an apology isn’t even needed. |
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| Looks like you’re in for another uncomfortable evening. |
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| Ten minutes. What can we do for ten minutes… hmmm. I wonder if she’s feeling generous? |
Not such an obvious question as you might imagine. Yes, on the one hand, obviously women should make all the decisions. But in our present, highly imperfect society, dominant wives effectively get two votes and owners of stables of slaves get a whole bunch.
I’m actually really interested in politics, myself. I like to watch all the debates, and sort out the issues in my mind, as it helps me guess which party my Significant Other is likely to tell me to vote for.
Here we go again – femdom captions all right for you? Lovely.
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| Last fancy dress party, she wore her leather outfit and you wore that little maid dress. The time before she went as a strict schoolteacher and you as a schoolboy. It’s just as well your parents don’t know anything about this stuff, or they might begin to see a pattern and stop inviting you. |
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| As you’ve probably discovered by now, the world is full of beautiful women who really want you to fuck off. I find that usually I know that without them even needing to tell me any more. It’s a Mars/Venus thing, really. |
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| I think the club has a special lapel-pin you can wear. |
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| She probably won’t actually tell him, in order to avoid panic. If he needs to know, he’ll know. |
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| Isn’t she pretty? Don’t pictures like this make you feel you don’t deserve even to be scraped off the sole of her shoe? |
