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Report of male slave A

 

Report from OWK

 

 

 

I had long wished to attend the OWK Celebrations, but males are not allowed to attend the Celebrations alone, so I needed to find a Lady partner.

 

I wrote to several Ladies to ask if I could attend the 2001 Celebrations as their slave. Lady Marlon was one Lady I wrote to. I was pleased when She accepted me as one of the two slaves She would take to the OWK. She told me that Her other slave's name would be M.

 

I met slave M and Lady Marlon for the first time at the OWK. Although I had seen Lady Marlon's photographs, I was still surprised by her beauty when I saw Her. Her loveliness is much more than can be seen in photographs.

 

Lady Marlon and M and I introduced ourselves to each other. I found that I liked Ms Marlon and M immediately.

 

Lady Marlon then went to her room to change Her clothes, ordering M and me to return in thirty minutes.

 

When we returned, Lady Marlon was in a stunning shiny tight black dress, looking just wonderful.

 

She handed me three red ropes to carry, and instructed M and me to follow Her to the OWK pub. There we took seats beside Her at a table, ate a light lunch, and discussed our plans for the weekend.

 

I was told that I would be required to be in bondage most of the time, but would be spared heavy punishment. M was told that he would not be kept in bondage, except at night when he would have to be locked in the prison, but he would be required to participate in the "best whipped male ass" competition on Saturday evening.

 

I was very grateful for this arrangement, since I knew that Lady Marlon wished to win this competition, and would certainly give Her slave a very hard caning in that competition.

 

After lunch, Lady Marlon ordered us both out to the outdoor pillory. M was strapped to the whipping post, and I was tightly bound to a post of the pillory with three red ropes. Lady Marlon went back into the OWK pub, leaving us both secured.

 

Lady Marlon had bound me very securely, and I initially felt I had no chance to escape. But I have read widely about escapology, and have read about the techniques that Houdini used to use to escape from ropes. Standing, tightly bound, I tried some of these techniques, and with great difficulty, I managed to slip out of the ropes, just getting free as Lady Marlon returned about 30 minutes later.

 

 

I was initially afraid that Lady Marlon would be angry that I had escaped. But Lady Marlon took my escape from Her bondage in the spirit that it was meant.....a challenge of Her skills of bondage and my skills of escape.... not any disrespect to Her. But She was however not pleased that I had escaped, and told me that I would not escape next time.

 

It was then time for the Slave Auction, so we all three went to observe this very entertaining and interesting event. All twelve slaves were sold. Some were sold for high values, one for over $200, because he was young and strong, and desirable as a winning ponyboy for the races later that weekend.

 

After the Slave Auction, Lady Marlon immediately tied me again, more tightly this time. I was able however to escape again, even faster than before, and this quick escape surprised Her very much I think. But I could also see that this made Her even more determined than ever that She would bind me in a completely inescapable manner.

 

It was by then time to go for the "Best whipped male ass competition". Lady Marlon tied my hands tightly behind my back, then ordered me to wait while She changed into a tight leather outfit. She looked absolutely marvelous, especially when She turned around. She ordered M and me to follow Her to the competition.

 

The competition hall was filled with about seventy well dressed Ladies, most with one or two slaves kneeling beside them. I knelt in the hall beside Lady Marlon with my hands bound.

 

When the competition started, Lady Marlon immediately led M up onto the stage, and ordered him to kneel naked over the punishment bench. There was complete silence in the hall. Lady Marlon had decided to give a display of pure, classical punishment, using only the traditional instrument of English punishment, the cane. This instrument is, of course, extremely severe.

 

Lady Marlon began. She looked so beautiful, like a Goddess.

 

M endured his punishment with the greatest display of courage and endurance, but did move a little as the pain became unendurable. When he moved, Lady Marlon gently pushed him down, and spoke to him quietly...... then continued with Her hard caning.

 

Lady Marlon's caning was precise and accurate, each stroke delivered very hard to exactly the right place, a classical demonstration of skill and precision with the cane.

 

At the end of the three-minute time limit, poor M's ass was striped and sore, with a precise pattern of vivid scarlet weals that would clearly last for many weeks, and would be very painful to sit on for a long time. I do not know how he managed to endure this pain without begging for mercy. I realized that he could take much more pain than I can.

 

 

I and all the audience were in awe of Lady Marlon's demonstration of skill. There was loud applause as She finished. I knelt with my hands tightly bound, in awe of Her beauty and Her skill and Her power. I was very, very, very thankful that she had not ordered me to endure this punishment. I don't think I could have taken it.

 

After all the other Ladies had completed the Competition, the judges announced the winner. I and many in the hall were really astonished that Lady Marlon did not win. Although many were upset with this result, Lady Marlon took this defeat with the graciousness of a true Lady.

 

I consoled M as best I could for all the pain he had bravely accepted. Lady Marlon kindly untied my sore wrists, and allowed M and I to follow Her to the Wanda nightclub to drink some wine and relax and talk.

 

We talked and had fun in the Wanda nightclub until about 2am, talking and laughing and playing some traditional OWK games, in which I did very badly. Sitting with M, I asked him how he had managed to endure such pain the previous evening. I also asked other slaves in the Competition the same question. Their answers were very interesting and instructive to me, since I have never been able to endure very much pain without begging for mercy.

 

At 2am, M and I were ordered to go the prison, where we were to spend the night locked in cells, whilst Lady Marlon retired to her comfortable bed.

 

After I was locked in my cell, I could not sleep. It was not the discomfort of my cell that kept me awake, but my thoughts of Lady Marlon. I could think of nothing that night, except Lady Marlon.

 

Early the next morning, the OWK Lady Guards let me out of my cell, and I took Lady Marlon her breakfast. Lady Marlon looked wonderful, as usual.

 

I then showered and had breakfast myself. We then met and went to watch the Slave Hunt, which was very entertaining.

 

Slave M had sadly to leave for business reasons after lunch. I was very sorry to say good bye to my friend. But he had done a great job in enduring the great pain of his caning. I hope his marks will heal soon.

 

After M had left, Lady Marlon immediately took Her ropes and tied me very securely, even tighter than She had tied me the previous day. I knew that She was now very determined that I would not be able to escape, as I had yesterday. When She had finished, I found I was completely unable to escape. Because I had twice escaped from Her ropes yesterday, Lady Marlon now took Her well-deserved revenge upon me, and declined to release me from Her ropes. She instead amused herself by leading me around the OWK, tightly bound, showing me off to the other slaves and Ladies. After this demonstration of Her skill, several slaves and Ladies later privately told me that they greatly admired Lady Marlon's skill with ropes.

 

I could not escape from Her ropes, and was forced to follow Her all afternoon, totally unable to escape from her ties. We watched the Pony Boy races together, with me still securely bound as Her prisoner. After the races, in the late afternoon, Lady Marlon led me back to the Long House, where she at last untied me. I was really grateful to be released. But this was not an act of kindness, as I immediately realised. Because when I was untied, Ms Marlon immediately ordered me to strip, then strapped me tightly to a Cross in the main OWK hallway, a very public place where many people passed. I was strapped there naked.  I felt a gag pushed into my mouth and strapped tightly in place.

 

Lady Marlon immediately gave me a hard whipping.

 

To my surprise, using the advice of the other slaves, I was able to endure the pain, very much more that I have been able to with other Ladies. When I was red, and very sore, Ms Marlon at last stopped. But She did not release me. She left me naked, still helplessly strapped in place. She went to drink some wine and talk to other Ladies. I was left alone, strapped, naked, gagged, helpless.

 

I heard other OWK Ladies and their slaves walking past behind me, and some laughed and spoke when they saw me. Some Ladies called out and asked me questions, but I could not answer because of the gag.

 

At last, Lady Marlon returned. I was expecting to be released. But instead, She used Her cane on me, even more painfully than the earlier whipping. I tried to beg but could only moan into the gag.

 

At last Ms Marlon was satisfied. I was unstrapped and ordered to kiss Her boots. I was then allowed to get dressed, and ordered to follow Her back to her room, where I was ordered to kneel and wait. After Lady Marlon had changed for dinner, I was again tied, even more tightly and securely than before, and was ordered to follow Lady Marlon to dinner, and kneel beside Her chair.

 

Ms Marlon kindly gave me some treats to eat as I knelt beside Her. I did try to get my hands free as I knelt, but it was quite impossible. After an hour, I was forced to beg her to untie my upper arms, as the pain of the ropes was too hard. Lady Marlon kindly released the tight arm ropes, but would not untie my wrists, so I remained kneeling at her side with my wrists still perfectly secured behind my back.

 

We then witnessed the OWK Court trials. These scared me very much. I had never before felt the power of women so strongly. I knelt beside Ms Marlon's chair with my wrists bound. Because of my emotion, I could not speak for some time, and Lady Marlon noticed my silence. The sentences were very severe on the poor males who were brought before the Court, and I resolved that I must never do anything to cause myself to be brought before this terrible Court.

 

After the dinner and the Court, Lady Marlon finally untied my hands, and allowed me to relax with Her in the Night Club Wanda. I was very thirsty, and got slightly drunk with the Czech beer, which is very good, and I asked some rather impertinent questions I think. I also agreed to Her suggestion that I be strapped to a wheel in the Night Club and turned upside down. This is something so very foolish that I now cannot understand why I agreed to it. But it seemed a good idea at the time.

 

About 1am, Lady Marlon called the OWK Lady Guards, Ms Clara and Ms Loreen, and ordered them to take me back to my cell in the prison for the night. But first, Lady Marlon gave me another six hard strokes of the cane, telling me it was "because I had asked so many questions".

 

The prison cells that night were all occupied with moaning, naked slaves, locked up overnight to await punishments the next day, as required by their sentences from the OWK trials. I was locked in my cell and left alone for the night.

 

On Sunday morning, I was released from my cell. I took Ms Marlon her breakfast and then washed and had my own breakfast. Then we watched some entertainments and browsed in the OWK shop. Ms Marlon took a fancy to a new paddle, which I foolishly agreed to buy for Her. Of course I was immediately taken to Her room, where I was used to try out Her new paddle.

 

It was very painful, but I was very happy that She was satisfied with Her gift. When Ms Marlon was satisfied with her new paddle, She bound my hands tightly, and ordered me to follow Her to the pub for lunch. She initially refused to untie my ropes, but when we were seated, She kindly untied one of my hands, to allow me to eat my lunch without having to be beg to be fed.

 

After lunch, it was time for us to leave the OWK. We drove to Prague airport. On the way, I stopped for gasoline. I had completely forgotten that I was still wearing a message on my shirt back that read "Property of Lady Marlon". Ms Marlon made Her slaves wear this all the time at the OWK, and I had forgotten all about it. I noticed people were looking at me strangely in the gas station, but only when I got back to the car, did Lady Marlon remind me about the message on my back. She kindly pulled it off. Otherwise, I probably would have worn it all the way back to the USA.

 

At Prague airport, I sadly took my farewell to Lady Marlon, and began my return to the USA.

 

 

 

 

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