REAL FEMALE DOMINATION  HOME                  REAL FEMDOM  HOME

SUBMISSIVE MEN AND DOMINANT WOMEN

  

REAL FEMALE DOMINATION

Female domination in real life at  OWK

  

  

  

  

 

 

«More, very subservient, hard working and loyal slaves for service within Her Realm.»

 

How could a slave with four weeks of spare time refuse? Not this slave. So on 3rd of September this year I arrived at Prague airport to be met by the ubiquitous David, the long serving OWK taxi driver and jack of all trades. Good news, the trip to Cerna will be more enjoyable as he has a new car. For those of you who have not been to the OWK the trip there takes about two hours and on the whole is quite pleasant, you get to see some of the City then its out onto the motorway/autobahn freeway or whatever you wish to call it. Once out of the city the Czech countryside is green open and rolling with woods and lakes in abundance, very pleasing to the eye.

 

David's English is definitely improving and with the small amount of Czech that I was able to learn before going this time, conversation was, if not stimulating, then at least possible. If you do go to the OWK and David picks you up you will soon find out that he is a good lad, who by his good nature can unfortunately get himself and you into trouble, more on that later. Anyway, don't just sit there and stare out of the window in silence, make an effort to talk to him, he will talk back. You will be surprised how much you can learn about the OWK, what is happening there, which Ladies are in residence, which Ladies are due to arrive and in general what you are letting yourself in for. Ask all the questions that you think you need answers for, as, fore warned is fore armed and it also makes the trip seem shorter.

 

Having been to the OWK previously I new when we were getting close, but even so when we turned off the main road and onto the country lanes a little apprehension began to creep up on me. Four weeks in the service of Her Majesty, definitely my longest stay to date, how will it go? What might happen? The uncertainty of not knowing is strangely frightening yet deliciously seductive and enjoyable. David says, two kilometres to go, pheeeeew, palms begin to sweet a little. There are the gates; this is it, four weeks of ------ well who knows what. We stop in front of the gates, last chance to change your mind, then David has the gates open and we drive in.

 

There are some sights and sounds that you never forget, as you look out and see the country side framed in the gateway you think, what have I done, then the gates close, thud, the locking bar is swung into place and David checks that all is locked. Gone is the countryside and gone is your freedom.

 

It is very quiet and a lonely in the car park, standing there with your suitcase and your thoughts, looking at the door to the OWK shop, feeling your heart beating a little faster than you'd like. Then it's into the shop. David takes a note of your passport number etc. then you wait. You wait, wondering, what am I doing here? Then one or more of the Ladies glide quietly and effortlessly into the shop and you think; now I remember why I'm here. They are visions of beauty, Madame Clara and Madame Loreen. Another sound that I am sure you will never forget is the musical sound of Madame Loreens voice with Her enchanting Czech accent saying to you, kiss my boots, there is a heaven on earth after all.

 

After greeting the Ladies in a manner that befits their lofty status you are taken into the Queens palace and into the reception room on the right, at the far end of the ground floor corridor. This is where your chest starts to become a little tight, your temperature rises and you can hear the blood rushing in your ears. The orders come quickly and are given in a manner that leaves you in no doubt as to where you are, who is in control and how low your own status is;

 

Kneel! Passport!

Money!

Watch!

Strip!

 

Even though you knew this order was going to come, it is a very strange feeling. Having just minutes before stepped out of what is supposedly the "real world" where most people would find what is happening to be somewhat outrageous, you now find yourself standing in front of two beautiful Ladies completely naked and I suppose, mildly embarrassed, and without your passport or any money. I think you can describe that as being, totally naked. You are then weighed and your height measured whilst your belongings are searched for contraband, cigarettes, lighters drink etc., anything in fact that makes life more enjoyable but which you can actually live without. Then you are given your slave clothing, coat, faded orange jacket and trousers and black track suit, also your black T shirt with SLAVE written on it in large letter plus your slave number.

 

So, normally you would then receive your welcome thrashing, but due to the fact that I had arrived a few days prior to the pony boy celebrations, there was much work to be done, and the Ladies were eager to have it done. So it was over to the slave stable drop my bag and go to work.

 

A few notes of importance for slaves who have not been to the OWK yet, firstly, get your act together and do so. Secondly a trip at the time of a celebration with a Mistress or as a working slave is definitely the best option, as there are always large numbers of Ladies in residence AND, you also have the pleasure of meeting, usually, five or six of the OWK Guardesses. You know, the Ladies that you drool over every time you look at the web site. Thirdly, there is always a full agenda of activities and entertainment that involve all the Ladies and their slaves plus the working slaves. Things like evening entertainment in the Throne room, consisting of, the handle the pain competition, the Ladies bullwhip competition and other games such as guess the Mistress, whilst blindfolded you have to guess who it is that is whipping, slapping or kicking you etc. Then there is the slave hunt and evenings in Club Wanda where numerous slaves get what they deserve plus have lots of fun seeing the Ladies dressed to the nines and dancing, and if your really Lucky the Queen may even allow you to have a beer, or maybe two. On a more serious note. There is always a need for working slaves at celebration time, as there is always a lot of work to do in preparation for the celebrations and also during the celebrations so as to make things run smoothly and so afford all the Ladies the best possible service and entertainment. Come on guys you know you want to be there and serve at the feet of The Most Majestic and Regal Queen Patricia, and all the beautiful Ladies of the Court. So don't just think about it, plan for it, save for it, then do it, if you are a true submissive you will not be disappointed.

 

OK, other points of importance, for your own comfort, BRING A SLEEPING BAG, also bring, insect repellent, during warm weather there are lots of big mosquitoes around. Other items that are a good idea to have are, anti septic and or skin cream for the use of helping your ass heal after the Ladies have had a little fun with it, ask Josie, slave maid to Domina Irene Boss. Mmmm, Madame Irene Boss, now there is a Lady to reckon with, ' Superb', a real Mistress, practised and skilful with a bull whip, humorous, exceedingly confident, but! most definitely not a Lady to mess with or upset. Next, lots of socks and underwear, due to you not having much if any time to wash clothes, unless you are working in the laundry that is. Working boots are a must, as is a waterproof working coat plus your own black track suit or two, otherwise you will find that after a short time you will smell none too sweet. Having said that one Lady was heard to say, when asked by a slave if he could have a shower, why? Horses smell, dog's smell, so do slaves, no! Also include in this list anything that you think you can smuggle past the Guardesses such as, COFFEE, tea is OK but how can anyone live without coffee, although the Ladies of the court appear to think that slaves can.

 

Anyway back to being a working slave.

 

Madame Clara said, you will go to the Queens palace and do cleaning. To which I replied, where in the Palace should I clean Madame? Stupid question number one. Madame Clara's look told me it was a stupid question then said, all of Palace, start at the top of the tower and clean everything right down to the Queens prison. Yes Madame.

 

Right, this should keep me going for a while. A while, it took two whole days, both of which I was cleaning until nine o'clock at night. Still doing this you do get to see the entire Palace. The Queens tower is very impressive with the torture chamber on the top floor, under which is the library which is very well stocked with books and magazines all of a Fem Dom nature, no time for reading though. Down stairs from the library there is a seating area for any of the Ladies who wish to read in comfort, there is also a Ladies toilet here. From here there is a passage that leads to the stairs that bring you out by the billiard room. This passage is decorated with all sort of whips, canes, paddles and other implements of torture such as branding irons. Quite a lot of the exhibits you would describe as being antique and very well made, all in all a tour of the Queens tower is something that you should not miss.

 

The tower now cleaned it is into the billiard room. Spacious and uncluttered except for the pool table and seating for four Ladies.

 

This is where the Ladies of the OWK play the rest of the world at pool during the celebrations and also where many a slave gets whacked when his Mistress fails to pot a ball or worse still, loses the game. This room done it is then on to the Throne Room, a very imposing and extensive room. In one corner the elevated Throne of Her Majesty Queen Patricia, from where She may imperiously look down on all who are present.

At the other end of the room is a large stage, between the throne and stage there is generally seating and tables to accommodate thirty to forty Ladies in spacious comfort, their slaves having the slightly less comfortable slave stools, if they are lucky. This is where the evening entertainment for the Ladies takes place.

 

It is dark now, must be about eight o'clock. It seems later, I am also very hungry as all I have had since leaving England is a bowl of soup and two pieces of bread. Hopefully one of the Ladies will appear soon and say, finish now and come to the pub to eat. Really, no such luck, so it's now on to the Palace kitchen which is just off the green landing. I am just finishing the Kitchen when Madame Clara arrives and says the words I have been waiting for. Finish now and come to the pub, yeeeees food time, thank God for that, or in this case Madame Clara. Dinner was, how can I put it, underwhelming, soup and two pieces of bread, but at least I had the pleasure of the company of Madame Clara and Madame Loreen, who were smiling and laughing and giggling extensively throughout their conversation, a most pleasant sight and sound.

 

Madame Clara's smile, She has the most beautiful smile, Her smile is large, bright and quite enchanting, and together with Her glorious red hair She is a wonderful Lady, you really have to meet Madame Clara to fully appreciate Her.

 

Ten o'clock, the Ladies are going to their rooms in the New House, Madame Loreen says, you will go to bed, Yes Madame.

 

The slave stable is not very salubrious, the beds are rock hard the decor leaves a lot to be desired and the other facilities are shall we say minimal, although there is a small, and I mean small, heater in there. But all is not lost. During the day I had found a bed sized piece of foam rubber and had surreptitiously moved it to the slave stable and hidden it under the blankets on my bed so affording myself a small amount of extra comfort, which over four weeks was very welcome.

Next day, I am an early riser, which is something that the Ladies definitely are not. By eight thirty I had been walking around the riding hall for an hour and a half with no sign of the Ladies. I saw David go down to the Long House and I knew that there was a pile of dirty dishes to wash so I went down to wash them to keep myself occupied. Big mistake.

 

Madame Loreen came into the kitchen and was not well pleased. She had gone to the slave stable only to find that I was not there. Why are you not in the slave stable? An answer eluded me. You will stay in the slave stable in the mornings until I come for you. Yes Madame. Come with me. I was led into the hall and told to strip whereupon Madame Loreen put me in the public pillory and proceeded to show me what happens when I decide to do something without asking Her or one of the other Ladies. She also told me in no uncertain terms that I must ask before I do anything. Do you understand! Yes Madame. Next day I am up early again and spend my time walking around the riding hall and kicking a football around until Madame Loreen comes for me at ten thirty, She waits for me to greet Her, in Czech, then motions me to follow Her.

 

Breakfast, wow, more of last night's soup and two pieces of bread. Feeling mightily refreshed and satisfied with such a magnificent meal inside of me it was back to the Palace and cleaning. The Dining Room first then the green hall and the stairs leading to the back doors of the Palace then down the Main stair case into the ground floor corridor.

 

All the rooms on either side of the corridor accept the Queens private rooms, the corridor itself, then into the Queens Prison. Boy am I glad I don't have to sleep in the Queens prison, not a nice place. Even though there is now a small heater in there it is cold and very musty down there and definitely not the most comfortable accommodation going, the slave stable is luxury compared to this. Then again I suppose that is a matter of opinion, some slaves I have met enjoy being down there, no accounting for taste is there. Cleaning, cleaning and more cleaning.

 

Three o'clock arrives and with it so does Madame Loreen, come to the pub. Yes Madame, hooray, mealtime, soup and two pieces of bread. Wow I say polevka (soup), well, just bread now. Madame Loreen asks how the cleaning in the palace is going; I have nearly finished Madame, Good! you will clean all the Ladies rooms in the New House after you have finished in the Palace. Yes Madame.

 

The high point of this was when I met Lady Amazon, WOW, tall, imposing, quietly spoken and beautiful, in the coming days She was to prove Herself to be what I describe as a real Mistress. She is, intelligent /quick, reasonable / level headed, polite, and has charm elegance and grace, BUT, knows who is in control and naturally expects / demands that a slave complies with Her wishes. A fine Lady indeed, She was accompanied by a very friendly slave whom I told was a very very lucky guy to be owned by such a Lady. I was sure he already new this but I think I was just expressing my own, I suppose, sadness, that I am not in the same position as him.

 

Anyway, I am getting through the cleaning in the New House quite quickly and am looking forward to doing something else besides cleaning rooms. So, having finished the cleaning in the New House I presented myself to Madame Clara and told Her that I had finished. Good! You will now clean all the Ladies rooms in the Long House. Oh, yes Madame.

 

All the rooms in the Long House, talk about housemaids knee and hoover elbow, whatever, if this is the wish of Madame Clara then let's get going. Whilst cleaning the first room upstairs I was thinking, are there any more working slaves arriving? And if so when? or am I the only one, bloody hell I hope not.

 

That afternoon to my relief other working slaves began to arrive and by the time of the celebrations there were, eight of us, a mixture of English, American, German and Texan ( Hi Gregg, I'm sure Vince will appreciate that one.).

 

Cleaning all the rooms on the top floor of the Long House and a couple on the ground floor took up until seven thirty that night when the now three of us were told to go the pub. Yeah an early night, plus its time to eat, well, no doubt it's time for soup and bread.

 

God it's Christmas already, not soup and bread but kind of baked pasta I'm not quite sure what it was but ohhhh was it good. So, I have some company now Osel and Emanuel, (osel in Czech means donkey.) After eating it's into the kitchen wash all the dishes, which are many, and clean the whole place down, empty the rubbish bins and mop the floor, then it's off to bed at about nine thirty.

 

Next day, now that there are more of us there are morning exercise to do, Madame Loreen seems quite keen on this practise; she also thoroughly enjoys watching the, not so fit members of the slave herd struggle to comply with Her demands. The slowest or least energetic slave receives a beating from Madame with a warning about trying harder next time.

 

Exercises done, it's off to breakfast in the pub. Bread jam meat pate and the ubiquitous tea, as always, served in dog bowls. After breakfast Madame Loreen takes us out to the sports park and explains that what looks like about a thousand tons of sand that is laying in a windrow all around the middle of the racetrack must be spread and levelled ready for the pony racing. Just the three of us Madame? YES! Yes Madame. So it's rakes and shovels at the ready ,,,,,,,,Go. We are thinking, this is going to take forever, we are going to have ponies and traps running over us before we finish this. No need to have worried though because during the day more working slaves turn up.

 

Gregg the Texan arrives first, slim fit and raring to go, good man, here have a shovel. Gregg turns out to be a fun guy, a somewhat dry sense of humour but game for a laugh and anything else that seems like fun. Then Vince arrived, another American, a little more senior in years but a good worker with a very amusing turn of phrase and wry outlook on life.

 

I introduced him to Emanuel and then said that there was another American (Gregg) over on the other side of the track and that he was from Texas. Vince gave a small smile and said, Texas ain't in America, the jokes about Texans then came thick and fast, Gregg was very good about it and gave as good as he got, it was also a welcome and unending source of amusement for me.

 

The sand spreading is going well, Madame Loreen appears pleased when She arrives with more working slaves, one of whom is BRIAN, Brian is English and you have to meet Brian to understand why Brian is very amusing to say the least. He is jovial, humorous, loud and straightforward as only people from the North of England can be. He was also a source of much entertainment, especially with the anaesthetic freeze spray that he swore blind was for his bad ankle but was really for cooling and numbing his bum after being caned. He also had a jacket that Dr Who would have been proud of, it was just like a tardis, it contained all manner of useful items.

 

Some of the above goes to show why it's good to go to the OWK at celebration time, when there are a lot of working slaves the work gets done but whilst you are working, because of the mixture of people and languages it's a lot of fun.

 

We work on the sand spreading until about three o'clock, meal time, because there are now a lot of us we are fed in the hall of the Long House. Lunch, guess what, soup, bread and tea, I'D NEVER HAVE GUESSED. After lunch a few more jokes about Texas and general conversation about whom we were where we all came from and how many times had we been to the OWK then it was back out to continue spreading sand, until it became dark. Whilst doing so I thought about all the slaves that I had met at the OWK this time and on previous occasions, and, it never ceases to amaze me that I've never met a slave at the OWK that I disliked. The sand spreading had gone well but even with seven of us working on it all day we were nowhere near finished.

 

Whoooa, the Ladies must have found an alarm clock, they arrive in the Riding Hall before ten thirty, this must be a first. Those of us who are up and about greet the Ladies with a polite Dobre rano Madame, after which Madame Loreen goes to rouse those still in their beds.

 

Morning exercise is now a little more fun due to there being more of us. First off, it's twice round the racetrack. Things are looking good, Gregg, Emanuel and Osel look to be quite fit. This is important to know, for when the Ladies start asking about horses for the Pony racing I can with my hand on my heart say, oh you don't want me as a horse Madame, Gregg, or whoever is much faster. Not that it did me much good I still ended up nearly killing myself as Madame Loreens horse. Back to the start line and into knee bends press-ups and other physical jerks as it were. Exercise over its off to breakfast, bread, jam, meat pate and tea, if I was anywhere else I would have made a complaint to the manager.

 

Breakfast over it's back to spreading sand, but we think we can finish it today and what has already been done is not too bad at all. Also more working slaves arrive. Another American, another German and another Englishman. Also, late that evening THE QUEEN arrives. Well I don't care what anyone else says; I think the Queen is an absolutely wonderful Lady. To my mind Her finest assets are Her eyes and Her smile, when she looks at me I feel as though I am just the person that She wishes to see, and I seem to be in suspended animation, everything around Her,,,,, disappears, and I am held there by,,,,,,, by the power of Her gaze, it is a most wonderful feeling, then when She smiles at me, WOW, it makes me feel soooooo good, all She has to do is smile at me and She really can have anything that She wants from me. I am sure that She does not know just how much power that She has in just one smile. Other good things also happen when the Queen arrives, I am sure that it is due to Her kind nature that, when She is in residence we slaves get better food and occasionally a beer. All in all, a very good day.

 

Big day today, final preparations and, the visiting Ladies are growing in number, our newest American slave went to see a doctor today and has decided to return home due to ill health.

 

Friday was the start of the celebrations proper, first things first, morning exercises for the working slaves. These are far more enjoyable now due to the fact that we now have Madame Sarka, Madame Christine, Madame Loreen and Madame Clara all putting their two cents worth into the proceedings, all having their little bit of fun and are smiling broadly, which I for one find brightens my day no end as the Ladies are even more beautiful when smiling. Exercise done its off to breakfast, yes you guessed, bread, jam, meat pate and tea, no coffee just tea and as usual no milk and no sugar, still things could be worse aaaaaaas, this morning we actually have - - - - - - - BUTTER, the crowd are on their feet and cheering. It's quite amazing how something so simple can make you feel so good.

 

Breakfast over it's into the riding hall for most of us to arrange the seating for the Ladies, in preparation for the official opening of the Celebrations, the remainder to wash dishes and clean the kitchen.

 

Eleven o' clock arrives and all the Ladies and their slaves along with the Queen and all Her state slaves are present for the opening ceremony, this consists of; Lady Ina welcoming all the Ladies followed by, the OWK National Anthem, after which there is, for the Ladies, a glass of Champagne with which to toast Her Royal Highness Queen Patricia and the OWK. We working slaves, myself in particular look on thinking, boy I bet that tastes nice. The toast made all the Ladies take their seats and Lady Ina explains that all of the slaves present will now kneel, introduce themselves and state that;

 

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. Once all the Ladies are seated again Lady Ina explains that registration for the slave auction will be next, along with lunch, followed at two p.m. by a guided tour of the whole area of the Queens Palace and grounds.

 

The opening ceremony over everyone makes their way to the Long House, so, finding myself alone in the riding hall with the temptation of 4 or 5 full glasses of champagne I though, well it would be such a pity to waste it, well wouldn't it? So having done my bit for the war on waste I head off to the pub and lunch.

 

All slaves destined for the auction are weighed and measured and all other relevant details entered into the auction catalogue. They are then chained, naked, to the stone pillars in the hall of the Long House. Awaiting inspection by interested Ladies.

 

Lunch; well hooray, for the first time since I arrived we have real meat and vegetables. Mmmmmm, real meat, I would like to think this was because the Queen in Her kindness had let this be so, but, our American friend went home yesterday, and today, we get real meat. Strange, veeeeery strange. But whatever, stewed beef or stewed slave it tasted wonderful. Vince could hardly contain himself, to the point that he stopped telling jokes about Texans for a while, much to the relief of Gregg our resident Texan.

  

 

The guided tour began on schedule and for those Ladies and their slaves who were visiting for the first time, I would think is of great interest. Everything within the borders of the Realm are shown to them and all questions answered about the various equipment and facilities that are on offer to them as visiting Ladies. Emanuel made a fine dog and barked convincingly whilst chained to his kennel, I myself was the living doormat in front of the main entrance to the Queens palace, the sound of the words; Ladies only on the doormat were music to my ears. The guided tour over all working slaves were ordered to Nightclub Wanda ready for the slave auction.

 

The slave auction is a very amusing event; the naked slave for auction is led by means of collar and lead to the auction block. Lady Ina, the auctioneer has a wicked sense of humour and She tries very hard to get the best price for the various lots by means of having them show the buyers what they are capable of. Things such as, singing, dancing and demonstrations of physical strength, all very amusing for the Ladies and definitely so for us slaves who did not have to humiliate ourselves in such a manner upon the auction block. Having said that, having the pleasure of being bought by anyone of a number of the Ladies present would have been well worth the humiliation. Once sold the slave is the property of the Lady in question for whatever time was indicated at the start of bidding, and as such can be used by Her in any way that She chooses, although She may not do so in a manner that will permanently damage him. Not a problem for a skilled Mistress, copious amounts of pain, humiliation and fun can be squeezed out of a slave before permanent damage occurs, well, so I was told by one or two of the slaves that were sold, what fine Ladies their temporary owners must be.

 

Next on the agenda was the drilling of human dogs, a test of a Lady Owners control of Her dog and also a test of Her dog's obedience and agility, this event won by The Fair Lady Amazon. Whilst the human dogs were being put through their paces by their Lady owners in the riding hall I and most of the other working slaves were busy elsewhere making preparations for the evenings entertainment in the Queens Palace, so we did not have the opportunity to watch this spectacle.

 

The four-legged horse race with small carts was next. This is where the Lady rider sits on a small cart and is pulled along by a crawling slave, two riders take part in each race and they start at opposite ends of the riding hall and then have to chase each other until one catches up with the other. Our resident Texan Gregg put in a fine performance for Madame Loreen, although the winner once more was The Fair Lady Amazon. If the two horses are strong and fit this is a very hard race and very sore on the knees as Texas Gregg will testify to.

 

This race over it was time for the evening meal then dish washing clean the kitchen, pub and public areas of the Long House. This done we were all ordered to take a shower, before going to the Throne Room in the Queens Palace for the evening entertainment.

 

The evening entertainment, all of the state slaves are seated on the floor behind Her Majesty the Queen, this being the reason for our being allowed to have a shower, so as not to offend Her Majesty with the non too aromatic aroma of Eau de sweaty slave. This evening is basically a games evening, consisting of the billiard (pool) competition, OWK v The Rest of the World, won in fine style for the OWK by Sublime Lady, Mistress Simone. Mistress Simone, a most impressive Lady from the United States who's slave I thought stood up very well over the days of the celebrations. The caterpillar race is also on the agenda and this too is a very difficult event. Dressed in a caterpillar costume and with his hands tied to his sides the unfortunate caterpillar slave has to crawl or more like wriggle down the length of the throne room whilst the Ladies "gently'" encourage him to be quick about it. I'm not quite sure of the result but, I think the OWK won by a whisker.

 

The 'Handle The Pain' competition, one of the highlights of the evening. This is where the Ladies who wish to take part each have their own slave who is given a number, the Ladies then draw numbers to see which slave they are to whip, cane paddle or whatever. A Lady cannot draw Her own slave. The object of the Lady is to, as quickly as possible, make the slave that She is thrashing shout for Her to stop. She has a time limit of 5 minutes to do this. The object for the slave is to last as long as he can. The winner being the Lady whose slave lasts the longest.

 

What an absolutely fabulous performance by Madame Christine and slave josie (slave maid to Mistress Irene Boss) Madame Christine started caning poor josie at a wickedly fast pace, She gave it everything She had, there was NO holding back, what an incredibly practised caning action the Lady has, big big sweeps of the cane and whoooooa hard and fast and I mean HARD and FAST, A REAL TOUR DE FORCE of the art of caning without mercy, what a Very Fine Lady She is. Meanwhile josie is fast becoming the owner of an ass that had more than a passing resemblance to a raw hamburger, but, after 50 was still there wriggling and squirming a bit but still there, a quick change of cane and Madame Christine continues, there is no let up in ferocity or speed, 65, 70,75,,,,,,,, josie finally has to admit defeat, but I can tell you there was no shame in defeat at the hands of Madame Christine when She is in such fine form as that night.

Madame Christine is, well, a little out of breath, josie, well, josie leaves the stage with his ass in a sling, but what a Sterling performance by josie, well done my man you were a credit to your Mistress. I myself took part in this competition; I was the chosen slave of Madame Christine so was not going to have the chance of seeing if I could out last Her, as She is not allowed to cane Her own slave. This was, to me, a severe disappointment, as I was /am, quite confident that I could last the 5 minutes with Her. Anyway the Lady who had drawn me although a Fine Lady, was I am afraid, no match for the likes of Madame Christine. As you may have guessed from my comment above I am a bit of a, Uumm, pain slut I suppose, I find that I cannot get enough of it as it were. So after about two and a half minutes of being whipped I had not moved or made any sound. At this point the Lady asked me if I would like a book to read whilst She whipped me, this broke my concentration somewhat as I was now laughing, so after about another thirty or so seconds I gave up. As the last slave up and having had the advantage of knowing how long everyone else had lasted I already new I had done enough to win for Madame Christine. Lets face it, I had to keep a little in reserve for the next three weeks of my stay as a working slave as who knows what might happen in that time. I must at this point thank Madame Christine, as She was most kind and gave me the bottle of champagne that She won, along with my having the pleasure of kissing Her quite luscious bottom. Thank you Madame Christine. The other state slaves and I enjoyed every drop of it.

 

We then had a professional dance troupe entertain the Ladies; and they gave a far morepolished performance than the abysmal performances that I have witnessed any of the slaves give. This was quickly followed by the Ladies Bullwhip competition.

 

A trial of accuracy and skill with a 4 meter long Bullwhip, the object being to extinguish a candle that is held between the quivering cheeks of a bent over slave. This to be done without knocking the candle from its perch. This competition was ably won by, Madame Christine, in a very quick time of 19 seconds. The state slaves all agreed that Madame Loreen should have had a special prize for a ferocious flick of the whip that knocked the light switch off, even if the light switch was 3 or 4 metres away from Her intended target. The lovely Ladies of the dance troupe then entertained us once more. Well there were some guys too but I don't think we state slaves were looking at them, it's not a common occurrence at the OWK for us slaves to see Ladies exerting themselves for the enjoyment of slaves. After this comment I suppose we will all be sent out of the room next time. This concluded the entertainment in the Throne Room but now it was off to Nightclub Wanda in the Long House.

 

Nightclub Wanda. A large and spacious room with bar, dance floor, music and all manner of equipment for the Ladies to secure their slaves whilst they torment them. We state slaves were ordered to sit on the floor at the far end close to the Queen and also next to a large wheel that Ladies can spread eagle their slave to and then do their worst. We state slaves had a very close up view of Madame Simone give Her slave what, for Her slave, looked like a grim whacking of his inner thighs. For Madame Simone, it was by Her smiles very pleasing to see and hear him squirm and squeal. Some of the state slaves were also squirming just at the thought of what they were seeing, being done to them. What a Fine Lady.

 

During the evening we had the pleasure of seeing a number of the Ladies put the dance floor to good use, most pleasing sight. Madame Christine not satisfied with winning the handle the pain competition, gleefully set about changing the colour of a number of the slave's bottoms, mine included, oh She is so good with a cane. Gregg was also very impressed, or should I say Madame Christine made a big impression on him, quite a number of impressions actually. Things were going well when they became even better, as the Queen did, in Her munificence allowed we state slaves to have one or two beers. This certainly helped to brighten our evening. Thank you very much Your Highness. The last highlight of my day and Gregg's too I believe, was meeting Mistress Annette, who decided that Gregg and I needed a little bit more of the cane.

 

Mistress Annette, a wonderful lady of the Old School of English Mistress's who believes in handing out a good old fashioned type of caning, no messing, hard and very effective. (Madame, I soon realised what the answer to your question was .) So, all in all a full and very enjoyable day.

 

Morning exercises for the slaves, more fun for the Ladies, less so for the not so fit members of the slave stable. A relaxed morning for the Ladies whilst the working slaves prepare everything for the pony racing in the afternoon. All of the sports pavilion to be cleaned chairs and tables set out, flags up and racing buggies made ready.

 

2.pm. the 270 metre race. This is in reality a heat for the 540-metre race. It is one lap of the racetrack one runner at a time. That track does not look to be that far around, but this 41-year-old horse can tell you that it is. Coming up the slope before the home straight is like climbing the North Face of Everest. But, wishing to do my best for the ever-beautiful Madame Loreen, I put all I had into it. Then again it might have been the fact that the Fair Lady was seated well within whip range of me, or possibly it was the silky smooth words of encouragement that I was hearing, or were they threats. So gasping and near to collapse I cross the finishing line. I then sat back and watched the others, thinking that these young gazelles would easily do better, which would mean I might not qualify for the 540-metre race. One lap was difficult, two laps I thought would be purgatory.

 

What a miserable bunch of horses, my 1 minute 16 seconds turned out to be good enough to qualify for the 540-metre race. The good news was that Madame Loreen was pleased; the bad news was, having to climb Everest twice more.

 

The 540-metre race. Here we go again, wishing to do well for Madame Loreen but not knowing if the body was up to it. Still being in the outside helped, a quick start and then cut in on the first bend, after which it makes it difficult for anyone to overtake. This done its head down and just keep going. Keep going! b***** H***, 540 metres is, well it's not far by train, boat or plane but it's a long long way when your pulling a racing buggy fitted with whip and a slave driver who knows how to use it. Things were going quite well until the North Face of Everest appeared for the second time, then the exuberance and speed of youth came into it's own and we were overtaken by Lady Victoria, the eventual winner. I say it was the exuberance and speed of youth or maybe Lady Victoria was more vicious with the whip. Whatever, I brought Madame Loreen in to take second place thinking, maybe I'll give the Pony boy championships a miss next year, after which it was sit down and wait for the heart attack that I felt sure was on the way. So if any slaves are thinking of running at the Pony boy championships - DON'T, well not unless ordered to or unless you have been in training for it, as it is, as I first thought, absolute purgatory.

 

Next up, the 270-metre race for two legged horses. This is where the Lady rider is carried on the back or shoulders of Her horse. Madame Loreen chose slave Gregg as Her mount, as he comes from Texas and as they have lots of cowboys and horses down that way that assumption was that he should know a thing or two about horse racing. As it turned out, it was a very fine choice, as he ran very well and Madame Loreen won in fine style. I think Gregg enjoyed himself too; it's not often that a slave gets a two-minute hug from Madame Loreen.

 

The greyhound race was the next event, the dogs (slaves), have to run one lap on all fours with His Lady urging him on with kind words and promises of rewards (as if) I was a miserable disappointment, being disqualified for cheating, the event being won by Sublime Lady Regina.

Again this race is a lot more difficult than you might think especially if you have long legs and short arms.

 

The greyhound race was the last event, all the Ladies now made their way to their rooms or the pub for a little rest and relaxation, meanwhile the working slaves get to clean up the sports park and return chairs and buggies to the riding stable.

 

The Feast for the Ladies. This is quite something to see, unless, like myself and some of the other slaves you end up as human furniture in the banquet hall. Then again if you're into Ladies feet shod in all manner of beautiful leather stiletto's then this was the place to be. Anyway all the Ladies are dressed in their finest, Mistress Annette most certainly caught the eye of many of the slaves, I can't think why, well I can actually, but you had to be there. So, all the Ladies enter the Palace by the main entrance, and are seated at the tables in the Banquet hall. Meanwhile six of us slaves in two lots of three are on our hands and knees with 6 foot long softly padded boards across our backs, thus providing seating for the OWK Ladies, and before you ask, yes the boards are only padded on the top side. Being in this somewhat lowly position does not allow one to see very much of what is going on, but by the sound of things all the Ladies had an enjoyable meal. As for us furniture slaves every now and then a hand belonging to, mainly Madame Loreen or Madame Ina, would appear in front of your face with a grape on it, nice grapes, but what do you do with the pips? Out on the green landing the slaves that are not being used as furniture are enjoying their feast. It must have been good as after nearly an hour of being on our hands and knees with various delectable Ladies of the OWK sitting upon us we emerged to find that it had all gone, thanks boys. The Banquet over, it's a quick clean up by the working slaves whilst the Ladies go through to the Throne Room for the evening's entertainment.

 

First on the agenda for the evening is The OWK Civil Court, there are four slaves facing various charges, all of which, would you believe, are found to be guilty. All sentences are carried out there and then by various Ladies nominated by the Judge, Her Excellence, Lady Mona. Some sentences were not too bad, but I have to admit that Madame Sarka can be very cruel. When She ordered one slave to hold out his hands so that She could cane them, he did so palms up, Madame Sarka was not having that, She told him to turn them over and then gleefully whacked his knuckles.

 

Whoooa, I felt that even though I was right at the back of the Throne Room, the slave in question had a look on his face that said, * * * *, That hurt. The smile on the face of Madame Sarka was, one of satisfaction. Willowy and beautiful as She is, I think I will give Madame Sarka a miss in the hand-caning department. So, "Justice" having seen to be done and honour restored, it's on with the entertainment.

 

The boot cleaning contest being first. Here the Lady entrants sit on high bar stools wearing the boots that they had on for the racing in the sports park so as to ensure that they are dirty/muddy. After being seated they are served with a drink of their choice for their enjoyment. Meanwhile their slave armed with the fabulously efficient cleaning materials of, a dry rag and their tongue, proceed to do the best polish job they can in the 15 minutes allowed, and yes, its 15 solid minutes of boot licking. I suppose the slave of Madame Irene Boss, the winner, could truthfully put on his C.V. Best Tongue Job In Town. Anyway as is usual, the winner gets a reward, he is allowed the honour of kissing his Lady's bottom, whilst the also rans receive 10 strokes from their Mistress and then 3 strokes from each of the 3 Lady members of the jury.

 

Now you can't say that the Ladies are in any way, unfair, could you? Right, the main event!

Recognise the Lady. This consists of four events,

 

Smell.

Each slave has the pleasure of sniffing Madame Christine's feet for 15 seconds, he is then blindfolded, the Ladies move seats and the slave then has to go along the row of Ladies sniffing their feet with the aim of recognising Madame Christine. He collects 10 penalty points every time he gets it wrong.

 

Beating.

Again the slave is blindfolded, he bends over a whipping bench and all the Ladies beat him with various implements, the slave has to say, Madame Christine, when he thinks that it was She who has whacked him. He receives one punishment point every time he is wrong.

 

Face Slapping.

Same as above, but, slaps across the face.

 

Weight estimate.

Elimination round this one, each Lady sits on the face of the slave, with Her full weight, for 10 seconds, if the slave thinks it is Madame Christine he rings a bell that he has in his hand. If he is wrong he receives 5 punishment points, the Lady who he thought was Madame Christine then retires from the competition, so he must at some point get it right. The only down side to this part of the competition is the slave has a thick cloth over his face so he is not to be able to see which Lady is sitting on his face. Secondly so as not to dirty the bottom of the Lady who is sitting on his face. One slave was not very successful at this game, then again maybe he was, as I can think of far less interesting ways of receiving a facial massage. Anyway, Mistress Lili with Her slave pierro took the honours all other slaves then received a caning equal to the amount of punishment points that they had accrued during the competition.

 

Fun and games over in the Throne Room it's off to Club Wanda for the rest of the evening. More dancing drinking and the very Fine Mistress Simone giving Her slave another, I presume, well deserved taste of the whip, along with other Ladies having fun and keeping themselves in trim by means of exercising their whip arms. It's a pity this type of exercise has not yet become popular in aerobics classes, as yet, we live in hope.

 

Sunday morning, exercise for the slaves over and done with and the slackers duly punished by the beautiful leather clad P.T.I's it's on with the preparations for the mornings racing, consisting of;

 

The 200m four legged horse race, and,

The trotter drill competition.

 

The 200m four-legged horse race is a simple yet, would you believe, strenuous affair, the horse is saddled and awaits his Lady rider on his hands and knees. His Lady rider then mounts him and brings him to the start line ready for the off. The signal to start received it's once round the Riding hall crawling as fast as possible without, God forbid, unseating the Lady who is gently massaging you with Her spurs and riding crop, in my case the delectable Madame Christine. Having filled your trainers and socks with saw dust that refuses to come out, even in the wash, and having taken the skin off your knees it's finally time to collapse over the finish line. My Lady rider, Madame Christine dismounts and is pleased with the time, She still looks as slim as ever, strange, I could have sworn She was putting on weight by the second on the way round. So now it's sit and watch as the other horses go for gold. It has to be said that Madame Loreens mount put up the most miserable performance of the event much laughter and ribald comment being heard on his eventual arrival at the finish line. Anyway the heats over its time for the final, the two fastest horses. Hear we go again, twice round the Riding Hall this time, I can't say it was at a blistering pace, no great clouds of saw dust rising in my wake, but, fast enough to win for Madame Christine, the strain on my knee's, back and shoulders was definitely worth the reward of having the honour, once more, of kissing Her sumptuous bottom. The whole thing was, I thought, after I had my breath back, really quite enjoyable, Mmmm, I don't suppose many slaves can say that they have had a good time between Madame Christine's,,,,,,,,,,, well whatever, it was fun.

 

The Trotter Drill competition, here the horse is blindfolded and must pull His Lady rider around the Riding Hall on a racing buggy, his Lady rider may only guide him by means of signals given with the reins or whip, She may not give verbal commands. Every time Her horse leaves the track or hits one of the riding hall supports he incurs 10 penalty points. An interesting little competition this, most of the horses do quite well, unfortunately most of the Lady riders cannot resist the urge to speak, how odd,- - - - - - or is it? The imposing and delightful Lady Amazon was the eventual winner, even though Her slave nitwit tried to demolish the riding hall wall after crossing the finishing line.

 

This event was the final event of the championships, the slave Hunt had to be cancelled due to bad weather. This was very unfortunate because the slaves were really looking forward to this event as it is by all accounts a lot of fun, I am sure the Ladies were equally disappointed but one cannot expect the Ladies to go out in the pouring rain.

 

So all that remains is the prize giving ceremony for the Best Riding Mistress of the Championships, this, I and Gregg are pleased to say, was Madame Loreen, we think that She was, quietly, very pleased. She did in fact show Her pleasure by giving Gregg and myself the bottle of Champagne that was part of Her prize. Thank you Madame, Gregg and I, also the other slaves, enjoyed it very much.

 

For the rest of the day the Ladies relaxed and socialised whilst we working slaves set about cleaning up replacing all the various carts and equipment to ensure all was ready for business as usual at the OWK the following week.

 

So there is a personal account of how the Pony boy Championships went this year. I am sure that all who took part had an enjoyable time. It is well well worth a trip to Her Majesty Queen Patricia's Realm at Celebration Time, as there is lots to do and see, plus they are also well attended, which makes it all the more enjoyable. Having said that, the more of you who turn up the better it will be. So all you slaves who are out there who have as yet not been to the OWK, come on guys put your hand in your pocket and pay for your Mistress to take you to the OWK. If you are not at present owned by such a Lady come as a working slave or on any one of the different types of stay that are available. YOU WILL NOT REGRET DOING SO.

 

All that remains for me to do now is to thank Her Majesty Queen Patricia for allowing me to attend the Championships as one of Her working slaves and hope that my efforts were of help to you, for my part it was an absolute pleasure. Also, to all the Wonderful Ladies who attended the Championships, Thank You for being the,,,,, the delightful Ladies that you are.

 

Your most obedient servant brynn.

 

 

  

  

back to  Real Female Domination

  

  

  

  

Other World Kingdom - OWK

  

OWK pictures

  

 

Femdom movies

  

Femdom movies 2

  

Femdom movies 3

  

Femdom movies 4

 

  

REAL FEMDOM  HOME

  

  

  

 

©  Cuckold Stories  Navigation:

  

Cuckold husbands   |  Cuckold Movies  |  Cuckold husband stories  |  Slut Wife Stories  |  Cuckold creampie  |  Creampie cuckold  |  Forced BI  |  Hot wife  |  Dominant wives  |  Mistress wife  |  Submissive male  |  Cuckoldress  |  Forced chastity  |  Chastity slave  |  Tease and denial  |  Cock teasing  |  Sissified - Sissy  |  Humiliated cuckold husband  |  Cuckold stories  |  Slut wife 2  |  Cuckold Marriage  |  Stories by authors  |  Cuckold pictures |  Real cuckold  |  Femdom

 

REAL  FEMALE  DOMINATION

real female domination
real female domination OWK