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Believe or not, there is a place where real female domination life exist. Even you can go there for real and spend some time as a real life male slave serving dominant females.  
This place is not fantasy - it is a real world of female domination.
 

It is the  Other World Kingdom - OWK

  

  

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Here are reports from real slaves who spent some time living the real life of female domination at OWK:

  

  

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Madame Christine placed the flogger on the bench. I expected Her to release me, but here came the real surprise. She picked up a cane and I heard it swishing through the air. "And now! More greetings from Spain!" Madame Christine was smiling and had a great time. And so had I in my own way. I got through the caning also without too much problems...

  

  

Report from a OWK Punishment Stay   with Madame Loreen

...My experience from a punishment stay at OWK, under the instruction of Madame Loreen, is that the Ladies are highly professional and very good at finding the optimal intensity in the physical punishment for each individual trainee. I felt completely safe...

  

  

Real female domination: Ladies's toilet slave - toilet slavery real female domination

...It is a cold hard fact that slaves are not perfect enough not to need to use the toilet as well. Keep this in mind, and have another toilet for slave use built somewhere in the bathroom. And if is isn’t possible, do not allow the slave to so much as touch your toilet. If a Lady enters a room, the slave is required to greet her immediately with the obligatory licking of her boots or shoes. Afterwards the slave must carefully undress the Lady and assumes his position in front of the toilet bowl, so that the Lady could rest her legs on him and perform her need in maximum comfort....

  

  

  

Real female domination: Slave punishment - female domination and real slave punishment

Hans was in for some very severe punishment. His hands were hoisted above his head. I could see even before the punishment began that Hans' back had stripes and his ass had already begun to turn purple. He had been undergoing severe punishment for a week. Hans' punishment would have made for the most extreme video ever produced by the OWK had it been filmed. However, the OWK has very strict rules agaisnt filming and photo taking unless the slave signs a written waiver. Loreen started to cane Hans across his ass. His faded purple ass now began to take color...

  

 

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Real female domination: Whipping, punishment and female domination

Mistress Clara placed a collar attached to a leash around my neck and yanked me towards the whipping post in the main yard. I was on my knees while being pulled to the post. All the while I was being kicked in the ass and screamed at so I would crawl faster.

After finally arriving at the whipping post Mistress Clara made me strip down to the nude. I was given protective covering for my privates and shackled to the whipping post. Mistress Clara had a short whip and proceeded to whip me on the ass 20 times. My ass was now red, but this was only the beginning....

  

  

  

Real female domination: Male slave prison stay

Every small mistake was punished with the whip. In the evening I was brought to my cell. My hands were bound and I was chained standing with a ring around my neck. I was also gagged. So I had to spend the night standing. In the morning MADAME LOREEN woke me up, then I had to take my morning exercises and another 20 lashes. Then my breakfast. I was again kept on chaines and had to clean the area from leaves. Now I became very tired because I didn’t sleep much the last night. MADAME LOREEN recognized that and pushed me on with Her whip and kicks.

  

  

  

Real female domination - Working male slave - real male slaves work for dominant females

Suddenly she commands Her slave to put his head on the sofa, so that he lies on his back. Then Madame Christine sits on his face, rubbing her beautiful bottom on his face. i am watching all this and i am thinking why can´t that be me?my penis gets hard when i am cleaning the toilet, i can feel the smells from these wonderful Women and i would like to know how it would feel to be these Ladies´ own toilet..

  

  

  

Real female domination - Fetish and SM parties

Lady Mona is a very experienced judge. She knows that a slave learns best when a punishment will follow immediately. Because of this - what kind of punishment She ever imposed, a sound caning had always been a “must”. The caning was carried out during the trial by the Mistress of Pain, Sublime Lady Nicole. Madame Nicole really looked gorgeous in Her high leather boots, short leather pants and a light blue shirt … Her long blond hair was falling tied on Her neck. Can you imagine that such a beautiful and stunning Lady would really be able to punish a convicted creature? Take only a look into the face of the slave and you will witness how cruel She can be. After the punishment the slave had to thank Madame Nicole by kissing Her boots. …

  

  

  

Cruel Mistresses real female domination - cruel Mistresses and male slaves

“On knees!” she snarled – I crumpled onto the slabs. She ran to the standpipe. She had the figure of a ballerina, I couldn’t help thinking. Now the hose was on me and I was sucking for breath as she played it all over my wounds, soaking me in ice cold water. Then I was being shackled again, this time to the huge tree stump in the yard near the public pillory. I was almost suspended by my cuffed wrists. My shackled feet could just touch the ground. Another hosing. It was becoming like something out of Ben Hur or Gladiator. She set about me again with a whip. The blows sometimes on my back, sometimes on my genitalia. She was yelling still like a banshee. I began to get really worried, every impact with that terrible whip was agony. I started to yelp myself. Eventually, of course I begged for mercy. Everyone does.

  

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Real female domination - Personal male slave training

I lost track of time and to my horror the muscle between my legs had grown erect. Even speaking without permission is against the rules - to have an erection is even worse! I remembered the cruel smile that crossed LADY CHRISTINE’S face as SHE turned away and selected one of the canes stored in a metal basket close by.

My duties as a partially trained personal slave to LADY CHRISTINE were about to begin. Climbing the stone steps up to the daylight, SHE shortened the leash so that my face was drawn close to HER backside. At each step, the leather of HER riding breeches moulded HER shapely buttocks more tightly. And once again I was overcome by that delicious feeling known only to male slaves, when they are about to be ordered into the service of a cruel & beautiful WOMAN.

  

  

  

Real Mistresses, real slaves and real female domination

At this time, a word about the Mistresses. The ones that were there during my stay were either pretty or beautiful. My Mistress Clara i thought was beautiful, even though She was strict. Another tall blonde Mistress Nichole, was beautiful and seemed to be more kinder to Her slave. There was not a high density of slaves while i was there.

i was severely whipped first by my Mistress, and then about every 20 minutes either by Her, other Mistresses, or other women. my back was turned so my view was obstructed. At lunch, and at breaks, i was allowed to rest sitting on a slave stool, locked inside of the cage. The caning was carried out in such a way that there must have been no natural color left on my ass.

  

  

  

Real female domination - Real submissive men and dominant women

As a slave and a man, we are fully aware of our low status and subordinate position to the undoubted superiority of Women, after which each slave kisses the boots of his Mistress who then proceeds to slap his face. The state slaves have the honour of kissing the boots of and having their face slapped by one of the Owk Ladies. The long, and I meanlong, whipping beam is then put to good use as all of the slaves present bend over it and receive a punishment of three strokes from every Lady present. This is a symbolic punishment of the male race for all the wrongs and crimes that they have committed against Women. Being bent over the whipping beam I did not get to actually see this, but I am sure that it is quite a sight. Twenty or more naked slaves all bent over one beam being systematically caned by a line of quite delightful and beautiful Ladies who are all high heels leather and smiles.

  

  

  

24-7 real slaves - 24 7  female domination

Here, slaves are slaves and not customers as in everywhere else.

Here, slaves do not choose what a Mistress does to them as it happens everywhere else.

Here, spankings do not last a predefined amount of time as everywhere else.

Here, a punishment would last as long as necessary to make the slave realize that there is no other point of view but the Mistress' one.

Mistress thoroughly punished him while he was attached to the pillory. Mistress did it slowly but mercilessly, making sure that no strokes missed his worthless rear.

 

 

  

Real female domination - slaves excersise

Command after command is issued, and the breathless slaves try with all their pitiful might to satisfy the Ladies, who aren't in an especially good mood today. And they know all too well that the slowest of the pack of pathetic slaves can expect exemplary punishment by the flexible cane and other such devices.

  

  

  

  

  

  

 

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TESTING OUT NEW SPANKING PADDLES

  

In the area of aids for training and punishment slaves, quality leather whips are produced, but lately production also started for many types of wooden spanking paddles.

These highly effective and extremely painful aids for punishing slaves are made in various lengths, with various patterns, and always from high-quality hard woods.

Not only the Queen but also all Ladies of the OWK have proposed the shape designs of these paddles. From each new type several samples are produced that are THOROUGHLY tested. The OWK slaves present at the time serve as test dummies. The slaves receive a sound beating on their bare asses as the Ladies try out new paddles. The beating ends only when the Lady has become perfectly familiar with all qualities of the new prototype and its effects on the ass of a live dummy. In most cases, 100 cracks with a new paddle are performed for a complete test. If the pain or discoloring of the slave’s ass from this difficult test matches expectations, the new type of paddle is introduced into production, and from that time on you too may purchase it.

The possibilities for various types and designs of paddles are almost endless, and the Ladies of the OWK keep coming up with more and more. It often occurs that in one day, on one slave-ass, it’s necessary to try out four or five new paddles...

The slave serving as a testing wasn’t able to sit for two weeks. But who cares about him anyway...

  

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A NEW TYPE OF HUMAN TOILET

  

Madame Miranda does not resist and tries out a new type of human toilet with fervor. This unique WC was already introduced several months ago as an OWK product, and its qualities are truly unique. The slave’s head is locked in safely to the toilet bowl, his hands are tied to the side of the toilet and there is also a watertight bottom. Thanks to this the toilet can be placed on a carpet or floor. This unique product is supplied in all colors, so that it fully matched the colors of your interior.

  

  

  

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QUEENDOM at OWK

  

The Other WorldKingdom is so Narnia-like it couldn’t have been bettered even by C.S.Lewis himself. The picturesque hamlet with peasant economy is dominated by this huge walled estate, not as big as the royal castles of England, but nevertheless, big enough.

Its owner and absolute autocrat is the Queen, so similar to Narnia’s dreaded White Queen. As you enter the OWK flag (female gender symbol on red white and blue) flutters from countless flagpoles, reminding you of the situation: you are nothing, A male creature – a lower form of life. The opposite sex is to be obeyed and served to your utmost ability.

 
Every wall of every building is adorned with classic femdom imagery. The effect is very intimidating. The Queen herself has a great interest in the use of the male creature as a form of transport. A huge barn contains every variety of carriage, brougham-cart and trap imaginable, with caged lunging arenas, whips, harnesses and saddles.

Man cages are ubiquitous at the OWK. If a lady tires of you for a while you may be indefinitely caged until she decides to let you carry on working , soothing or pleasing her. Torture equipment, dungeons and the paraphernalia of femdom SM abound.

Bullwhips, switches, crops, chains, shackles, anle irons and pillories are everywhere you look. There are real stables for actual men-horses, who spend endless tedious days and weeks eating carrots and sleeping on straw, neighing appropriately at the approach of their mistress.

On the other hand there are luxurious apartments set aside for visiting dominatrices. Swimming pools and exercise equipment for babe dominas who need a work out.

The whole thing is genuine. It is what it says it is.

  

  

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INSPECTING THE CLEANING SLAVES

  

One thing is completely certain for a cleaning slave in the OWK – it’s never possible to clean the Queen’s Palace to Her satisfaction.

 

The unfortunate one, trudging along on his knees throughout the spacious Palace can count on one thing: the Lady Who will perform the inspection will be in a good mood. Because if She isn’t, he will receive a very strict punishment for „poor“ workmanship.

 

Inspecting a cleaning slave’s work is a perfect excuse for punishment. The bored Ladies often have a blast with these pathetic creatures. It suffices to don a white glove, run your fingers along a less conspicuous place, and the neglected dirt is soon discovered.

 

The guilty slave of course must pay dearly for his carelessness – either by repeating the entire cleaning in a painful position, kneeling or a stay in the pillory. He is also rewarded with a sound whipping or an hour of painful torture...

  

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MY PUNISHMENT STAY

 

 

It was the morning of June 6th and a beautiful day made the countryside look spectacularly colorful from the window. As the greenery passed by, a sense of peace surrounded me, everything seemed in perfect harmony. But when I turned and looked the bright shackles tightly binding my wrists, I knew the peace would not last, for I was on my way to carry out my punishment sentence at the OWK.

  

A beautiful woman, with an imposing presence and a firm character, took everything that linked me to my past and present and introduced me to my new reality. And when those mesmerizing blue eyes stared at me when she spoke and placed a collar around my neck, it was a sense of inferiority that surrounded me this time. It was clear that MADAME SARKA was in every way a superior being and that my purpose was to serve her to the best of my capabilities and accept the punishment that I deserved.

  

  

A few days of anniversary celebrations at the OWK left the long house building in need of some tidying up, and things got off to a good start as I left the poolside sparkling clean. MADAME SARKA rewarded me with a bowl of water and took me to her room so that I could massage her feet. Running my hands through her sculptured feet I felt unworthy of being so close to such beauty. As she next proceeded with my due whipping, which she administered cruelly, I kept feeling honored for being tortured by her. My nights in a dark cell and cold cell, shackled to the wall, were tolerable thanks to the tough of hearing her voice again the next morning as she opened the cell and ordered me to get up for my exercises.

 

Unfortunately, things took a turn for the worse while I was straightening up the guest rooms. When I was ordered to kneel after the first inspection, I knew what was coming at me. Kneeling down and looking at the floor I could only hear the sound hers foot steps go softer and softer as she walked away, and then louder and louder as she came back, and the sound of her last foot step came also with the loud smack of her riding crop on my behind. “You think that is clean, slave!” she said as she laid down the second one. Being in tremendous pain, I was barely able to mumble out an “I am sorry, Madame”. But what was hurting me the most was not the ridding crop, but the fact that I had failed her.

  

  

As I was bound and whipped during my following torture sessions, whether at stake in the public pillory, or at the cross in the guest house, the only thing I could repeat to myself was: “I have failed her, I deserve this”. And they way I tortured myself with this though was far worse than the slashes I received.

  

While putting away the dirty linen from all the rooms, she  warned me that I would get a slash for every extra minute I took to finish the work over the allowed time. I made matters worse by replying back I could work no faster, to which she replied “Shut up!”. I will remember all my life, those 5 seconds that followed in which she stared at me in silence with a frown over her gorgeous eyes that were this time cold as ice. It so happened that the pace of my work was also not measuring up to her expectations, and not only that, I had also replied back. My new mistakes were already torturing me enough as I received 12 slashes for finishing my work late.

  

Tension was so high inside me that I could not help contain the tears in my eyes as massaged her feet again. At that moment, in the middle of the day, MADAME SARKA asked me to follow her to the prison where she locked me up in my cell. I don’t know how much time passed, but this was by far the worse torture I received in my whole stay. Not being able to understand how she felt about me at that time, not knowing when she would be back, and the same words circling in my mind over and over “I have failed her, again”. She came back, took me from the prison to the pub where she gave me an additional loaf of bread and some water and instructed me to carry on with the work. I was so relieved to be back under her supervision, that I worked harder and faster, hoping that she would forgive me.

  

And so, days passed very quickly, and I managed to tidy up practically all the lower floor of the long house. Finally aware of how work should be done, and what my attitude and manners towards women should be, I had reached the end my sentence. I suppose the purpose of my stay was accomplished, but as I slipped my clothes back on and all throughout the day until the time I lied down on a bed, which seemed so strange and undeserved after sleeping on the floor the previous days, I repeated the same words in my mind, the words that I write here hoping that she reads them one day:

FEMALE DOMINATION IS THE ONLY WAY FOR SLAVE TO LIVE!

  

  

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Slave osel’s report on his visit to OWK

 

 

2nd Anniversary

Thursday, May 28

I arrived at the familiar gates of Black City at 11:45 AM, just within the time limit Her Majesty had ordered (between 10 AM and 12 noon) after the long drive across Europe, having a few hours sleep in the car on the route across Germany.

 

I rang the bells nervously and waited, wondering what was in store for me this time as I stood in the warm sunshine waiting for the expected footsteps of the Guardess. After a few minutes I heard the sound of boots and the small opening moved and I saw Madam Marketa and gave her my visa. She called a slave to open the door and I was admitted, carrying my bags and I kissed her boots and wished her “dobry den” (good-day). I was taken to the office to change into my serf’s working clothes and have my forehead marked, kneeling bye the desk. The day was spent preparing rooms for visitors and later on “gate duty” opening and closing the big wooden gates as the visitors arrived.

 

Friday, May 29

At 8 AM Madam Nicole came into the barn to order us to get up, and come into the Riding Hall for our exercises - push ups, knee bends etc, then two laps of the riding hall and two laps of the outside circuit.

 

After washing and breakfast I was put on “gate duty” again for about an hour, then was replaced by another slave, and had to clean corridors and toilets in the New House.

After this I was let to the Riding Hall, when Madam Christine was testing slaves in the pony carts. I had to pull her once round the outside circuit at walking pace then a second time at a faster pace. The straight opposite the stand was quite difficult as it was uphill and the sand was soft and the wheels sunk into it.

 

We were then fed from bowls in the hall of the Long House and returned to the Riding Hall to carry chairs out for the Ladies who would soon be coming to the flag raising and opening ceremony. We had to stand and wait while the Ladies took their places. Madam Rita, a Sublime Lady of the Kingdom, beckoned me over to kneel as her footstool and she rested her legs on my back.

 

At a signal from the Queen, four Guardesses carried the State Flag to the pole, and clipped it in place. The State Hymn began and the Ladies stood while we kneeled as the flag was raised. Her Majesty then welcomed the Ladies and declared the ceremony open. After this we had to move the chairs to the pillory and the Queen and the Ladies took their positions and ordered their drinks for the ceremonial punishment of the male breed for sins against Women through world history.

 

Slaves were lined up ready to be put over the trestle on the platform three at a time. A riding crop was put in each slaves mouth. Ladies and Guardesses who wanted to take part took their turn to beat the slaves. I was relieved not to be selected to take part in this, but I discovered the reason for this at the end of the ceremony when Guardess Madam Ilona arrested me and led me to the prison in the Palace dungeon. I had to strip down to my slip and hat to put ankle-bands on. A metal collar and chain was locked on my neck and I was thrown into a cell. I saw a light of satisfaction in Madam Ilona’s face as she locked the cell. I knelt as she turned and I heard her boots click across the stone floor. As the light was turned off I heard the cellar door dropping and the last bit of daylight disappeared.

 

 

As I tried to pull some of the straw round me and pulled a blanket over me against the cold I remembered that a trail was on the programme. I also remembered that I had been slow in paying my Serfdom Taxes, but I had already been beaten for this - I realized that I hadn’t faced trial, and this is a serious crime, so now was to be given a proper public trial and was to made an example of and could expect a public punishment. It was my own fault - I knew the Kingdom’s laws is a crime and has to be severely punished.

 

I had no idea of time, I think I slept a little , but after a while the lights came on. Visitors were being shown the cells and interrogation room. I knelt up. Some of the men gave me sympathetic glances, but I knew better than to expect this from the Ladies, most of whom were gratified to see a male in his proper place.

 

The visitors left and I was in darkness again to think about my sins. Later still the light came on again and as I blinked Guardess Madame Nicole, appeared towering above my kneeling form. She unlocked the cell and beckoned me out, turning me around, tightly clamping handcuffs behind me. She jerked the chain and led me up to the courtroom on my knees. She removed the handcuffs and fixed me into a cross framework, pulling hard on my legs to attach the anklets, then on my arms to affix them.

 

 

Madam Ina, the Lady Judge came in and the Ladies stood up, and the men kneeled. The Ladies sat down and Madam Ina read out the charges. I was right about the tax charge, but I was also charged with not enrolling on the State Education Programme. I had been receiving lessons from Madam Ilona and Marketa, but had made no formal application to enroll, so I couldn’t deny this charge either - I realized I was in severe trouble. Madame Ina asked me if I had any defense on any of the charges. I certainly couldn’t deny the tax charges, but I tried to stammer that I was being educated - I knew that his wasn’t really a defense because I hadn’t made a proper application.

 

The jury of three Lady Visitors retired to consider the verdict - I knew that my weak defense wouldn’t make much influence with them, and shortly after they returned with their verdict of guilty on all charges.

 

I was sentenced by Madam Ina to 18 lashes of the cane in public, 3 hours in the pillory, 4 days in the cell, a fine of 1000 DOMS, plus 500 DOMS for court costs. I was asked if I accepted the punishment, or wanted to pay a fine of 20,000 DOMS instead. This being beyond my financial means, I opted for the punishment.

 

I was also asked if I wished to beg for mercy. I thought this would be an insult to the wisdom of Madam Ina’s judgment, so I said “no, I accept the punishment, as it stands, but humbly beg for leniency in paying the fines and court costs because I still have financial problems. Madam Ina made a note of the financial request and said that this would be considered (the Kingdom is rightly strict, but understanding over genuine financial problems.)

Madam Ina closed the proceedings, the Ladies stood again and the men kneeled. After the Lady Judge had left, Madam Nicole released me. My arms and legs ached, so I stood up to try and relieve the aches and pains. She pulled my arms behind me, tightly clamping on the handcuffs, pushed me back onto my swollen knees dragging me across the hard wooden floor by the metal chain, I remember noticing her strength and hoping she wouldn’t be wielding that cane!

 

 

 

Saturday, May 30

I had to take part in the morning exercises with the other slaves again and had breakfast with them. Then we were put to work cleaning endless corridors, Changing bed-linen and towels. At least it was preferable to the cell! After a little lunch with the other slaves Madam Marketa led me to the trestle for my public beating. I had to strip down to my slip again, and my ankles were locked to the trestle then she bent me forward over the trestle and attached my wrists firmly. She stood back and looked at me and I had a view of her shiny black boots and tight fitting white riding trousers. “Are you hot osel?” She asked - I was, the sun was beating down on me. “Yes Madam Marketa” - I wasn’t going to lie. “I’ll get you water” - the boots stomped away. A minute or two later I gasped as a jet of cold water sprayed all over me from a hose, soaking me and my slip.

 

“Thank you Madam Marketa” I managed to gasp - the coldness of the water had taken my breath away. She laughed and the boots clomped away. The sun quickly dried me off and insect started buzzing round me. I had enough movement to wriggle around, but not enough to get rid of them. Women started to assemble to watch the performance. A big fly settled on my left thigh and I wriggled harder, managing to lift the heavy trestle slightly at that end and move it in my desperate struggle to move the biting insect. The insect didn’t move though. A Lady stepped forward and swatted the insect with her riding crop. Other Ladies laughed as they ordered their drinks, “Thank You Madam” I said.

 

Madam Ina came across the platform to my head and asked if I was thirsty.

“Yes Madam” - She released my hands and I stood up, relieving my back and neck. The Ladies laughed again- they were enjoying themselves (but why not - the weekend is for their benefit and even now men are exploiting Women in the outside world).

I could move my head a little and saw two pairs of legs approaching, on from each side. I recognized Madam Ilona on my left side and Madam Marketa on the right. I could also see a long cane each side!

 

A bell rang and the Ladies in the audience voices lowered a little. The legs on my left moved a little and my slip was pulled down. The cane was touched against my buttocks. It moved away, I heard a “swish” and a sharp pain caused me to pull involuntarily against my ankle and wrist fixings.”

 

“One. Thank you Madam Ilona” I said, as I’ve been trained to do when being beaten by Kingdom Guardesses. The cane on the right side was pressed against my buttocks, moved back, and another “swish” was followed by another pain and I jerked again.

“Two. Than you Madam Marketa.”

 

The beating continued slowly and methodically and I jerked, counted and thanked the Ladies rhytm. They took their time pausing for quite some time between blows increasing the drama for the Lady Viewers, and the stress for me.

 

It seemed never ending, at nine they paused longer and I wondered how much longer I could last, but I couldn’t do anything. Things would proceed at Their pace and I couldn’t move….

“Swish” - “Jerk”.

“Ten, thank you Madam Marketa”

On and on it went “swish - jerk” - “thank you Madam”. At seventeen I rushed the “thank you” and actually longed for the next blow so that it would be all over, but Madam Marketa took her time and put all her power behind it. When it finally came….

“Swish” - “jerk”.

“Eighteen, thank you Madam Marketa” - I really was thankful that time!

I was released and kneeled to kiss the boots of my Punishers and was led on my knees to kiss the Queen’s shoes.

 

I had to kneel at the Queen’s feet while other slaves were punished. Before I was led to the pillory, Madam Ina announced that Her Majesty had reduced my sentence to one hour and I thanked Her Majesty for Her kindness.

 

Madam Ina led me to the pillory, giving me water again, and pouring water on my head as I bowed it to have the top of the pillory lowered over my head and wrists.

I was locked in and left to think over what happens to a serf who dares to break Kingdom rules. It seemed an age before I was led away again.

 

 

 

Sunday, May 31

After exercises and breakfast we were on cleaning duties again, then cleaning the gallery in the riding hall and setting chairs up for the Ladies to watch the races in the Riding Hall. (it was raining). I was told I would be pulling Madam Ilona’s cart, but then Madam Christine decided to use me, swapping horses with Madam Ilona. This was a great honour for me to be chosen by the Kingdom’s leading horse Woman, but it meant I had to win to preserve her reputation. Two Women took part in each race, starting on opposite sides of the circuit, and 3 laps had to be completed.

 

Madam Christine climbed on the cart and I looked across to Madam Elena sitting on the other cart as I took my place in front of Madam Christine.

 

Madam Ina called to us to lift up our carts. Then we were off. I ran as fast as I could in my heavy boots, padlocks slapping against my leather anklets, taking care not to overturn on the tight corners or catch a wheel on the upright posts at the turns. Each time we crossed a line I looked across. We were crossing at about the same time as the other cart, but that wasn’t good enough - we had to be in front. Madam Christine cracked the whip and shouted, I tried harder, but couldn’t gain anything on the other cart. I was out of breath and had actually lost count of the laps. I stumbled but didn’t fall over and got back into my rhythm. We crossed the line after the other cart - I tried to go faster, but it was too late, the race was over, and I was in more trouble and too breathless even to apologize for not even getting Madam Christine throwing the first round.

 

The final was held outside because the rain had stopped, so we had to move chairs and loudspeakers in the outside stands and clean the stands in preparation.

After the final the Ladies had a celebration dinner while we moved the speakers to the Palace and the chairs to the Riding Hall.

 

After more cleaning I had to shower and change to be fixed in a clothes rack in the “human furniture” exhibition, then be a “dog” behind Madam Nicole in the Fashion Show - She got a deserved round of applause.

 

Next I was put on the trastle for the contest for the Ladies to put out a candle with a long whip - the candle was stuck between my buttocks.

Fortunately for me the Ladies were all experts, so I wasn’t hit much. Madam Christine was the quickest, but I wouldn’t have blamed her if she’d missed the candle and whipped me for my performance in the race!

 

The evening finished with the slaves taking part in a competition with four disciplines - striptease, parading on “all-fours”, lacing Madam Gabrielle’s boot blindfold, and push-ups. I didn’t do very well, particularly at the bootlacing, I could only find one lace-end. The other was tucked inside the boot, I didn’t see all the other slaves’ performances, but the last one on won (I don’t even know his name or number).

 

 

 

Monday, June 1

After morning exercises and breakfast more cleaning, then we were allowed to watch Madam Ilona drilling human animals in a “Circus ring” in the Riding hall (we had to set it up before-end). She had them well trained to jump on and off stands and through hoops.

After carrying out the chairs the flag was lowered for the closing ceremony. I was on “gate duty” for a while, before more cleaning for the rest of the day.

  

  

  

Tuesday, June 2

Nearly everyone had gone, and I was on cleaning and clearing-up duty again, until being released at 3 PM for the long drive home.

 

 

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