REAL FEMALE DOMINATION at OWK
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!
Real female domination
REAL FEMALE DOMINATION at OWK
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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