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WORK OR PUNISHMENT

The story of a re-educational stay at the Other WorldKingdom

To Madame Loreen
by kôr

slave of Lady Ayesha
(SHE Who Must Be Obeyed)

i had always wanted to serve a Mistress on a 24/7 basis, and due to various circumstances, never had the opportunity to achieve this goal. The opportunity to visit OWK was then ideal to do this on a short-term basis, and i had decided upon a seven day visit.

The day had finally arrived. It was a beautiful Monday morning and Lady Ayesha had already left for work. Her instructions were very easy to follow: just do whatever Madame Loreen asks you to do or else see what happens.

Almost two hours later it was time to start heading to the airport and kôr was already panicking. Even though he was trying to make sure that everything was running smoothly, he couldn’t avoid making one mistake after another. he probably opened the house door three times just to discover that something had been forgotten and therefore, the alarm had to be switched off again to look for that little annoying thing, then set it on once more before leaving.

he was already in the parking when he found out that his flight tickets were not on him and of course, for the last time, he thought, he had to go back home to get them. His heart was just pounding too fast and it would have been funny to see Lady Ayesha’s face if SHE would have had the chance to be there, considering how nervous he was. Probably that would have implied some more punishment for him, as SHE really hates it when he gets too excited and doesn’t concentrate on what he’s doing. Typical slaves’ attitude, SHE would say.

On his way to the airport he had to do a special effort to concentrate on driving as his mind was far away from there, in fact his mind was somehow licking the high heels of an OWK Lady, quite probably Madam Loreen’s.

Lady Ayesha had first instructed him not to try to remove the chastity belt by any means as he had for once the keys but, at the end SHE thought that it would be problematic to do so in case a policeman did a check on him at customs so, SHE just ordered to him to put it in his luggage and to give it to Madame Loreen as soon as he saw her.

There were so many instructions to be remembered, so many tasks to carry out and probably, that is why he suddenly realised that the chastity belt was in his hand luggage and could see himself trying to explain what that was for to a Lady customs officer. It would be too much for him he thought, so he put it back into the luggage and went to the check-in control.

It was time for some duty free shopping so he anxiously looked for what his OWKSLAVES’ list mate told him; a bottle of Don Perignon. he could portrait himself drinking the champagne next to his instructress but it was quite obvious that he wouldn’t have the chance, even though there was nothing wrong with dreaming, was it?

kôr is a slave that tries to have everything under control but for some strange reason this time he could not manage to do so. Of course he knew he was going to the OWK because his Lady wanted him to go but, he also knew that he could have said: “no please” to her, that he was not brave enough to go on his own but, that would be too much for him; he is just too proud of his status as a slave or at least he was as we’ll soon see.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the captain speaking, we would like to welcome you on board of this CSA flight to Praha. The flight will approximately take us two hours and we are sorry to tell you that our crew will be unable to speak to you in Spanish. Should you wish anything do not hesitate to let us know”.

he laughed thinking that in any case two hours later he wouldn’t be able to speak in neither Spanish nor in English, as at the OWK the only language spoken is the language of the whip.

It was a pleasant flight particularly while crossing the Alps, as the views are magnificent. kôr was trying to prepare himself for what was coming and before he expected it, the captain was speaking again:

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Captain again, in a few minutes we should be landing at Praha airport were Madame Loreen will be waiting for you. Please be ready to welcome her, as an OWK Lady should always deserve. We wish you had a pleasant flight and hope to see you on board again, that’s supposing you survive which to be honest we are not sure of it.”

kôr just couldn’t register what the pilot had just said and felt as if everybody inside the plane knew what he was just about to do. he tried to concentrate, as he knew that his imagination was once again playing with him but, the fact was that in a few minutes he would be in front of one of them.

The weather outside seemed to be quite good, not as sunny as in Spain but at least it was not raining nor seemed to be too cold. he wondered why not being so cold he was still feeling cold inside. Probably it was the embarrassment of feeling that everybody out there was looking at him as if wishing him the luck that he would of course need.

kôr was not in a very big airport but still had a long way to go to collect his chastity belt and the rest of his luggage. he could see lots of cameras pointing at him like anonymous eyes that were continuously checking on him. Every time he saw a policeman laughing, he thought he was greening because of him so he thought he was lucky enough that at the time there were no many policewomen around. He already knows how strict some Czech women are so, it was better not too have any conflict with a Czech policewomen.

Praha airport is still very much like an old airport with a new make-up. Security seems to be very strong and he had to queue for a long time before he could go through the passport control desk. Passengers have to pass one by one in front of a little cabin where an officer checks the passport and asks those inappropriate questions such as: “why are you coming to Praha for?” How was he supposed to tell the truth to that guy? he just said that he was going to meet some friends at Brno and the policeman let him go to collect his chastity belt and the rest of the luggage. It felt like he was collecting two pieces of luggage: the chastity belt and the rest of his stuff.

In the last few hours kôr had been thinking that eventually he would be in front of an OWK Lady but simultaneously thought that this would never happen. That he would wake up just before he could see her as in the worst “or the best” of his nightmares but, the alarm clock didn’t seem to work fine today as a massive glass door with the word “EXIT” was just in front of him. he crossed it like pretending it was one more of his business trips but, this time it was going to be different as to be an slave is not quite like to be a business man, is it?

Lots of people were waiting for passengers and he did his best to find someone holding an “OWK” sign recalling the first time he went to the Kingdom but could not see anything so he carried on walking. Having waded through the crowd he just went mad when far away he could clearly see Madame Loreen. This time he was not only panicking, he just couldn’t walk at all. It was like if SHE was miles away from him and would take him hours to reach her but, being such a petite and beautiful Lady, for some strange reason SHE was becoming bigger and bigger as he was approaching her. he didn’t know why this was happening but in front of her he just felt like a little boy half the size of his teacher. With a trembling voice he said:

Hello Madame Loreen.

SHE replied:

Kiss my boots

Please Madame Loreen don’t make me do that in public, please.

It’s not my problem slave.

Please Madame Loreen …

Don’t worry, don’t you want to do it?

We’ll soon see what you are capable of doing.

Follow me.

he had only been there for one minute and already committed the first mistake by not following her instructions as Lady Ayesha had told him to do.

 

There were three people walking in the same direction but at three different levels. I actually meant one Lady and two slaves rather than three people as; you might have imagined that the first person in the row was Madame Loreen who this day looked especially pretty. Following her, there was a state slave that accompanied her as her driver and then kôr. he could hear and see people all over the place but he was so focussed in hearing Madame Loreen’s high heels that it felt like nobody else was around. he’s always wondered why high heels sounded like that and why he gets so excited when he can hear them from the distance.

When they finally approached the car, the first thing he noticed was that it was quite dirty. Madame Loreen said to him that he was lucky the car was not clean as nobody would be able to see him. he couldn’t understand what SHE meant, he thought it was none of his business if the car was dirty or not. Then he realised he was actually lucky the car was in that condition when Madame Loreen told him that he would travel in the car boot to meet Lady Ayesha’s wishes.

It was a big station wagon car and at least he thought the trip would not be too uncomfortable until he saw Madame Loreen carrying big iron shackles in her hand. he was inside the boot with the back door fully opened and SHE was there with the shackles in her hands as if nobody else was around. It seemed to be such a normal situation for her to chain a slave in the middle of the airport so SHE even did it in a total natural way that was in contrast with the red colour of kôr’s face.

he said to her not to do it in front of all those people but SHE just ignored him. kôr did his best to hide his face from the rest of the world wishing that SHE would soon finish. Not surprisingly the so famous OWK padlocks did not seem to work at first, so the procedure took even a bit longer while kôr was using his hands and arms to hide his face away from all the passers by that were looking at him.

After a few months since his last visit to the Kingdom he had forgotten how heavy the shackles were and how “impossible” was to remove them.

Hands.

Give me your hands.

The protection he had by using his hands to cover his face was now useless when SHE told him to stretch his arms so that SHE could attach the handcuffs. he just couldn’t avoid looking around to see that lots of people were looking at him and there he was, chained by hands and ankles in a car boot by a beautiful Lady that seemed to be having so much fun doing it.

There you are slave, have a nice trip.

SHE closed the door and went to the back seat keeping a similar order than before, being this time the driver in front, the Lady in the middle and kôr trying to adapt himself to this new means of transportation.

kôr jus didn’t know how to sit or how to lay down to make the trip more comfortable. he certainly did his best to make sure that nobody could see the chains while they were trapped in the long traffic jams that they had to endure. he even managed to sleep a little bit when Madame Loreen said to him that he would either stop making noise or SHE would put a massive ball gag in his mouth to remind him that a slave should always be quiet.

When he woke up he realised that the car had come to a stop at a petrol station. Both Madame Loreen and the driver went out of the car and left him there chained in the middle the car park. To add to his horror he noticed that a Lady in a car next to him couldn’t avoid looking at him trying to guess why he was in the car boot.

The second part of the trip was a bit shorter and in fact nicer as they went through country roads that made him think for a while that he was being kidnapped as they didn’t go through the main roads.

kôr remembered that story he read a long time ago about a similar place where the Lady in charge asked the guy to leave the car, strip off and attached a long rope between his bollocks and the bumper bar. he hoped that Madame Loreen wouldn’t do that to him, as at this time he wouldn’t be able to say no again.

They finally arrived at the Kingdom and the car stopped by the big wooden door where in previous occasions kôr had spent quite a long time waiting.

Once inside, Madame Loreen opened the car boot and said:

OK slave, no way back I’m afraid.

he just couldn’t do anything but to agree and follow her to the reception area. To walk in shackles and handcuffs, carrying the luggage, is not as easy as someone would think so it took him very long thus causing Madame Loreen to wait for him by the door, which certainly didn't please her a lot. After doing the paperwork, including some lashes and boot licking, Madame Loreen headed for the Queens palace where the "bedroom" was waiting for him. Still in chains and once again with the luggage, made this trip a long one and as before Madame Loreen didn't like to wait.

They first went to the inspection room where he had to give her all his belongings, including the luggage, passport, wallet and so on. SHE thoroughly checked the luggage to make sure that he was not smuggling anything. kôr made sure that the little Mars bars he had brought with him where not visible. he had the feeling that SHE knew about it as Lady Marilyn had quite probably told them so he didn't even dare to do it at this time, as it wouldn't probably be worth the pain.

Madame Loreen followed the established procedures by writing down his weight, height and medical problems but this time there was an extra procedure to accomplish, following Lady Ayesha's wishes. Madame Loreen opened the black box containing the chastity belt and handed it to kôr to put it on. The few hours of freedom he had had since Lady Ayesha had left for work were finally over. At first Madame Loreen did not know what that little black accessory was for but, SHE soon recognized the remote control SHE had used at the previous celebrations. SHE recalled how much fun SHE had had making kôr jump and this time it would be a good opportunity to control him when SHE could not directly see him as, having to keep an eye on slaves is too boring at times.

SHE had a quick last check on him to make sure that everything was in place by pressing the button of the remote control. kôr jump like a Kangaroo while SHE recalled how much fun SHE had. They left the room.

There he was in an "orange prison suit" with the chains back on him and following her to the Queen's prison where he would spend quite a few hours in the next few days.

I am not quite sure if he did it because he was too nervous or because he was looking at her but the fact is that he hit a plant with one of the blankets and spelt the pit all over the place. What a big mistake he realized and he was certainly right when Madame Loreen decided she had had enough reasons to whip him for his clumsiness so just there, on the spot SHE used her crop on him until he managed to leave the place as it was before, which took quite a few lashes and a few uses of the remote control. he'd never been such an efficient gardener and he put everything back in a matter of minutes while Madame Loreen didn't stop hitting him.

It was amazing to think how efficiently and mercilessly SHE corrected his behavior. kôr had already realized that this was for real as for the first time he had been hurt and could not say a word in his defense.

The prison was a familiar place for kôr as he'd previously been there in a few occasions but having committed several mistakes and thinking how upset Madame Loreen was, made him think this time wouldn't have a specially comfortable night.

Before SHE set him up for the night SHE gave him what a Guardess would probably call the standard treatment using several of the implements available in the prison, that range from canes to paddles, not to mention the dangerous Black Lady Whip. he almost thought it was too much but Madame Loreen is an expert in going up to the slaves' limits without over passing them. If you ever go there make no mistake, SHE will hurt you a lot but SHE will still make you love it as to make you believe that you deserve it, which at the end is what this story is about, isn't it?

The coldness of the prison had suddenly turned into a hot experience as kôr's backside was almost burning like a stove. Madame Loreen thought it was time for him to get into his cell so SHE made sure that the iron collar was properly secured to the wall just to guarantee he wouldn't have a comfortable sleep. SHE also double-checked the iron shackles and the manacles that he was already wearing as SHE seemed to have the felling that this annoying slave would do his best to free himself. kôr had to realize that once again his comfortable bed would be changed for a hard stone floor and his pajama, for an orange prison uniform but, he loved it and hated it at the same time.

One would say that at the OWK you make your most hidden fantasies come true and kôr had always dreamed of a beautiful Mistress doing that to him. As in the previous visits to the Kingdom he could realize how different this place was to the rest of the studios he had visited in the past and in fact, how different it is to the rest of the world.

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.

Here, you do what you're told to do or else you still do what you're told to do.

When Madame Loreen left and switched the light off, the place became a really dark medieval prison. kôr tried to adjust himself to the tiny cell thus making a lot of noise with the chains. He wondered what would happen if SHE’d leave him there forever as there would be nothing he could do about it. Down there, there are no neighbours to disturb, no Mistresses to call, no "stops" to be heard, no nothing. he just wished that the Lady in charge would not have any problem while out of the prison. Suddenly her health became an issue for him; what would happen if SHE never came back?

he had almost gone asleep when the light went on again and the noise of the high heels was back. SHE was there and he thought how quickly the night had passed but as usual he was wrong. Madame Loreen was back to put another slave in the punishment cell next to kôr’s. For a minute he had forgotten the basic principles when in the prison and didn't stand up, nor kneeled down when SHE passed by. Yet another big mistake he soon found out when Madame Loreen looked at him pretty upset.

What do you do when a Lady enters the prison slave?

Sorry Mistress, he said, and immediately knelt down and started to kiss her boots while SHE looked annoyed.

Stop slave, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.

And SHE left.

kôr knew that SHE was not happy with him and that SHE was simply too tired to punish him on the spot for his misbehaviors. He spent the rest of night trying not to think on the next day.

If there is something that makes the Queen's prison a special place is that slaves almost loose contact with natural light which in combination with the fact that they are not allowed to use watches, make them loose control of the time they’ve been there thus not knowing when the next punishment is due.

Once again the light went on and this time Madame Loreen entered the prison with a "new look" that made kôr think how dangerous but still beautiful SHE was that morning. SHE looked so "fresh" in the sense that SHE didn't look tired this time but ready to train male creatures.

kôr didn't forget to greet Madame Loreen appropriately and SHE laughed realizing that he was either too scared not to do what SHE said or that his behavior had improved during the night but, the fact is that he was too scared after the collection of mistakes he had committed the night before.

SHE opened his cell and released him from the wall by opening the iron collar that kept him attached to it. kôr tried to move stretch muscles as he had been in the same position for too long and Madame Loreen made sure that he was exercising them properly but under the whip and with the little help of the device attached to his bollocks. kôr is not a very sportive creature not to mention that he would be better off loosing some weight and considering how athletic Madame Loreen is, imagine how efficient he was doing what looked like a thousand different exercises right in the prison and having her as the trainer. Probably he would have never been so enthusiastic about sit-ups as the riding crop and remote control seemed to be very convincing.

When he thought he was done and was time to get out of the prison SHE chained him back to the wall but this time, to a cell that made him stand up all the time. There he was chained by his neck to the wall, the hands on his back and the ankles still with the same shackles that he'd been wearing since he arrived at the airport.

SHE them left the prison and kôr did his best to calm down as the position he had been left in was not particularly comfortable. For the second time since he had arrived he thought what would happen to him if SHE would never comeback. he was even more vulnerable this time as being in that position he couldn't even go asleep. Time passed in what seemed to be like hours and hours. By the time SHE was back, he was so tired and, every single muscle was hurting so much. kôr's face didn't look as happy as the day before whereas Madame Loreen's face looked just as the opposite. SHE was somehow breaking him in the sense that SHE was not only taking control of his body by means of the punishment but, SHE was starting to control his mind by not allowing him to know what was in store for him. As a Lady SHE was obviously "mistressing" the situation.

Before SHE let him out of the prison he had his fantastic breakfast right on the floor. With his hands still chained to his back and his ankles in shackles, SHE threw some bread all over the place and told him to eat it. This time he not only felt vulnerable but somehow humiliated. he thought that perhaps it was not such a good idea to complain and proceeded to have his breakfast.

Once he was out of the prison Madame Loreen explained to him what his duties were for the day that included several hours of outdoor hard work. At the time he was not very happy and preferred not to say anything thinking that at least, to be outside of the dungeon was a pleasant activity compared to the hours he had been chained to the prison wall. he just wanted to relax thinking that once SHE was out of his view, he would be able to play around without being seem but, as usual, he was once again wrong.

kôr was in the main stable looking at the stuff in there and even eating a couple of little apples that he had seen in a basket and the Mars Bars he had smuggled when suddenly, he jumped as the electricity went through his entire body. Madame Loreen appeared out of nowhere holding her riding whip.

What are you doing?

he couldn’t reply. he had not only eaten without permission but stopped working thinking that SHE wouldn’t notice.

I said, what are you doing slave?

Eh, umm, eh, umm, I was, I thought, umm, I’m sorry Mistress.

he could only say nonsense words as there was no excuse for his misbehaviour and they both knew it. SHE then said:

Do you want to leave?

Do you want to go home?

You can leave now if you don’t like the Kingdom.

Who do you think you are?

kôr knew that to leave was the worst punishment to endure. If SHE had said that it was because SHE was very, very upset.

No, please Mistress, no. I promise I will never do it again. I promise, please forgive me.

Forgive you? Yeah, I will forgive you but later.

Follow me.

SHE started to head for the main building while kôr trembling and panicking could just follow her. he well knew that Madame Loreen is famous for her cruelty administering punishment and if SHE had had given him the chance to leave because SHE probably thought that kôr wouldn’t take the punishment but SHE also knew that SHE was going to give him the chance to correct his behaviour.

This was no fun anymore he thought. Shall I leave, shall I stay? he could not organise his feelings at that moment and was just like a mummy following her. he had just realised that when an OWK Lady says it’s time for punishment there is no way back. There is a way out but not a way back.

They entered the main building, where the public pillory is situated and SHE said in a very calmed but clear voice:

Strip off.

kôr was very, very scared and started to take his clothes off slowly until SHE said:

Quick. Strip off.

There he was fully naked in front of her. he was only wearing the chastity belt that at that moment was not preventing him from anything, anyway.

SHE thoroughly punished him while he was attached to the pillory. SHE did it slowly but mercilessly, making sure that no strokes missed his worthless rear. SHE asked him several times if he wanted to leave, if this was too much for him but, he knew that he just had to take it no matter how much it would hurt and it did hurt, it did hurt like hell, it did hurt like heaven.

SHE had not only shown him that SHE was in control of his body but that SHE was definitely in control of his mind. The objective Lady Ayesha had when SHE sent him for the re-educational stay had certainly been achieved. kôr had finally given up.

When two days later he was back to the airport not even been able to sit down, he recalled a sentence that Madame Loreen probably repeated as many times as the whip, cane, crop and paddle stroked his body …

  

  

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