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	Just a British guy with a fascination for dominant women. Am here to look around, be nosy, chat a little and maybe the occasional session. I like domestic service, verbal abuse, boots, corsets, and trying to be useful to my Superiors Journal entries are fictional.

The public meetup

We'd agreed to meet on a quiet street corner, where I arrived early and waited. She was on time.

"Hi," she had the most dazzling smile, "You're looking good."

"Um... think I mean thank you Mistress... ah... you look good too," I managed to stammer. She was radiant in a thin jacket over a low cut summer top matched with tight jeans.

We'd only spoken online and I knew Mistress could be forceful when in the mood, but here for our first meeting she seemed genuinely delighted to see me. We chatted like old friends, she told me the jacket had been a present and that she was just off to catch up with a girlfriend after seeing me. The butterflies that had been racing round my stomach disappeared and I soon relaxed. She was great company.

Until suddenly almost mid sentence she took a step back and with barely a change in that lovely voice, "I want you to get down on your knees right now."

It was so sudden I froze and started to say something. We had been so friendly a second ago.

"Don't make me tell you again. You're my little bitch and you'll do what I tell you.

Knees."

Of course I dropped down then, as though a weight had fallen on me. I'd been so lost in the conversation I had no idea if anybody was even watching.

"Now we're going to walk to the ATM. I walk in front and you crawl on your hands and knees. Is that clear?" her voice was distinctly mocking now. She had told me she was a sadist and enjoyed public humiliation but I wasn't expecting this.

"But it's almost..."

"The next words you say will be 'Yes Mistress' or I'll put a leash around your neck and drag you there."

She actually started fishing around in her handbag and I said in a small voice, "Yes Mistress".

It wasn't very far to the bank but I was aching and very embarrassed when we got there. I crawled as fast as possible, which isn't very fast, but Mistress had kindly walked slowly so I didn't get too far behind. The whole way my eyes were focused on her shiny Doc Marten boots as they swayed above the sidewalk as she strolled along.

"Take my money out," she said when we arrived.

I started to stand up but she reached out and touched the top of my head with her finger.

"Stay on your knees."

It felt odd using the ATM from that position but I managed it. As we waited for the notes to come out I sneaked a glance up at her. Mistress smiled back, looking very relaxed, "Now hand the notes over. A grovelling slut like you has no use for them anyway."

She took the notes from my shaking hands. I paused just a second then out of nowhere came a SMACK. She slapped my cheek hard.

"What it this, you don't say thank you to your owner? Are you too good for that?" then she leaned down and slapped the other cheek hard.

I was shocked and looked down and quickly said, "Thank you Mistress."

"Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for taking my money and thank for for slapping me Mistre..." SLAP she hit me a third time.

"Now thank me by kissing my boot."

I was worried there could be people watching, having completely lost track, but was in no mood to disobey! I dropped my head to the right level bent forward to kiss her toes.

"No, the sole," she stepped back and lifted one boot so the front was about an inch off the ground.

Praying no-one was watching, I knelt right down and managed to get my tongue under her boot. After a pause she lifted it a bit higher to let me kiss the sole more easily.

When she eventually got tired of watching my humiliation she took a few steps down the street and turned back, "I've had enough of you for today. Maybe next time if you behave better you can kiss the toe of my boots.

Now stay down there until I'm out of sight. "

I watched as she strode away.

She continued with my induction to her estate.

"I'll make sure you you're whipped every morning and every evening even if you behave. If you forget any rules or decide not to behave you'll get get more. Myself and the other women will also give you as many kicks and slaps through the day as we think you need."

"At night you sleep in chains and I'll decide how comfortable to make them. Your food will be kitchen scraps or dry bread and you'll eat from a bowl on the floor with your hands behind your back. You'll beg me to tread on the food before consuming it."

"Every whipping will be given at full strength and will continue until I'm completely convinced it's done you some good. If you ever even think about trying to avoid a punishment it will be doubled. Any questions boy?"

"Wha..." I began.

"The answer is 'No questions Mistress'."

"No questions Mistress."

"Are you happy with my rules? The answer is 'Yes Mistress'".

"Yes Mistress!"

"And what happens if you forget any rules boy?"

"I'll be whipped until it's done me some good Mistress."

"That's much better slave."

There seems to be crazy numbers of skype spammers on the site this last week.

It looks like the OWK may be coming back!

There is a mailing list for anyone interesting in developments:

http://www.owk.cz/links/womania

If you like to read about the reality behind the legend of the Other World Kingdom:

User SublimeLady has a journal entry

with more information!

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There seems to be an oddity in the CM messaging system. Certain words either get stripped out, or cause the message to be be silently deleted. The ones I know about are:

s-c-r-i-p-t (word gets deleted)
p-a-y-p-a-l (message gets deleted)

So if you sent someone a message with the word d-e-s-c-r-i-p-t-i-o-n in it, they
will see d-e-i-o-n instead.

And if you send a message with the word p-a-y-p-a-l in it, you still get the normal acknowledgement "Message has been sent ok" but the item will not appear in Sent Items and the recipient will not get it.

Obviously this is a security feature but it seems heavy handed, crude and badly
thought out.
(I added all the dashes above in case this journal entry triggers the same check; the words only get filtered if written without the dashes)

She bent down to open the cage door and waited. After a second I realised was was expected and crawled in through the tight door.

I had to wiggle a bit to get my arse in and suddenly,she kicked me hard. I gasped involuntarily.
"Took your fucking time didn't you." she slammed the door shut.

The cage was quite spacious inside and had a thick blanked over the floor, plenty of head space and an empty water bowl. I turned around, knelt and waited.

She dropped a few metallic implements just outside the cage, I could see handcuffs and chains.

"Now, we're going to play a little game.
You are going to suggest 10 ways that I can make your stay there tonight less comfortable. After each one, I shall either let you beg me to carry it out, or reject the idea and you will think of another. Is that clear, boy?"

"Mistress, can it be something quick like a slap?"

She laughed, "No, you'll get plenty of those anyway. It has to be things that will last all night.
That was a very stupid question.
Put your hand through the bars, palm up"

Of course I obeyed. She picked up a crop, swished it a couple of times, then tapped her foot gently as a signal and I guessed what to say.

"Please Mistress may I have the crop please?"

Thwack! The crop immediately came down and burned my palm and I had to grab onto the wrist to avoid reflexively pulling back.
After allowing a moment to catch my breath, she tapped the hand gently a couple of times with the crop to open it.

"Thank you Mistress can I have another? I'm so sorry I asked a stupid question."
Thwack! She smashed the crop down again, twice, to even worse effect. "Accepted", she took a few steps backward and I pulled the throbbing hand to temporary safety.

"Now you've got your stupid question out the way little idiot, you can start thinking and begging for ways to make tonight a more unpleasant experience."

"In My house, boy, you don't eat anything and you don't drink anything until I bless it first."
"Yes ma'am."
"That means you wait for Me to spit in your food or drink, or touch it with My shoes. Then you will consume it. Until then you sit like a dog and wait."
"I love you ma'am."
"Good boy.
And if I think you need a week in the cage then you get a week. There isn't any appeal."

Remember when you first came here slave, you were so hesitant? Always asking your questions, always thinking about your limits, always worried if you would enjoy the session, always wondering if you should take the punishment instead of obeying? You you you, always you. Trying to cling on to control just made you unhappy.

But look at you boy! I snap My fingers and you scamble to obey. No ego and nothing to get in the way. I took all that away one tear at a time.

And so what if I was cruel? It's what you needed, what I enjoy. And now look how happy you are.

"Knees".
I dropped down like my legs were jelly, already feeling a high pitched thrill from obeying the command. I kept my eyes lowered and alternated nervously between looking at the floor and her legs. Would she notice that?

She paused a few moments. Her scent was intoxicating. She must have known the wait was a nervous torture for me. I wanted another command to obey.

After an eternity she took a step back and delibrately tapped her toe on the floor. We hadn't discussed this but the message was clear and I crawled forwards quickly and kissed the tip of her boot, a dry kiss because I didn't want to leave a mark.

But I had done something wrong. "What the fuck was that?" her voice was suddenly louder and as she finished *slap* her hand caugt me cheek hard. Surprised I lost balance and dropped down. She reached for a handfull of hair and roughly pulled me up to my knees. I tried not to wince much but she must have seen it. She pulled my hair tighter, twisting.

"When I give you a fucking order you obey it." Her voice was sharp now. "Don't sit there like a lost puppy. Did I tell you to wait? To be slow? To think about things before you obey?" *slap* *slap* *SLAP* she puntuated the sentance by hitting me repeatedly with the other hand. I would have fallen over but she held onto my hair firmly. I looked straight down. Had I hesitated? I had tried to obey quickly. And was this her punishment just for a little pause?

It was and there was more. "Let me make this very clear to you." Her hand was really pulling my hair hard. "If I tap my foot you crawl over and kiss it. Or if I tap my finger you crawl and kiss that. You do it immediately. You do not ..." *SLAP* this time so hard I cried out. "... keep me waiting you little bitch".

On the last word she flung me to the ground. I'm not sure if she had powerful arms or if I had become weak as a puppy but I collapsed.

"And you will thank me when I correct you."
"Thank You Mistress. I'll try to do - "
Out of nowhere her boot flashed into my stomach and stopped the sentance. She kicked again, hard, close to my waist. Had she been aiming for the balls? Dispite the pain I didn't dare curl up in case it provoked her. Instead she ground her foot against my side putting her full weight into it. Then she carefully pressed down on my face. She was wearing outdoor boots with ridged soles and I knew that could cause a lot of pain with just a bit more pressure, and all I could think of now was how to please her, what I could possibly do to not let her down again.

"Don't ever talk back to me. If a slave stands up to me, I grind it into the floor." She twisted her boot, a bit lower now against my jaw. "Thank me."
"Thank you Mistress thank you thank you so much." I was babbling and the words were a distorted by the pressure on my mouth. Would she punish me for not speaking clearly? For talking too much?

She stood back and I stared as she towered above me. "All I want to hear from you is 'Yes Mistress' and 'Thank you Mistress'. Thats all you need to say. If I ask a question, that is how you will answer. If you think you need to say anything other than 'Yes Mistress' or 'Thank you Mistress' then think harder. I'm not in the habit of having conversations with crawling little worms. Is that clear?"

Where was the angel I had chatted and laughed with with earlier? She had been playful, seductive, teasing while we arranged the session and when she said it would get rough, I was execting something milder.

"Yes Mistress." Suddenly she walked away and called back, her voice calm again, "Come with me". She knew I would follow without so much as a glance and I quickly crawled quickly after her, afraid to stand.

The rest of the evening is a bit of a blur until the end. I was dressed and hobbling toward the front door. She followed behind and I knew she was watching every nervious, pained movement, pleased with the physical and mental effect the evening had had on me and how she had conditioned me.

"Stop." she said as I reached for the door. She was smiling now, dressed in a comfortable gown and perfectly relaxed. I was shaking and trying to hide it. She let me kiss her slipper one last time then I looked up. Her voice became a purr. "You've been a good boy. Go home and when you get there, write nessage to thank me." She smiled and playfully bit her lip. "Then you will wait for two weeks then beg for some more of my time." Despite the soft voice we both knew it was an order and we both knew I would obey. "We'll do something a bit different, now I've got to know you."
"Yes Mistress thank you Mistress" and with a flick of her fingers I was dismissed.

The mentor, act 1.

Angelina settled down comfortably on the sofa and gestured with her hand for me to kneel. The room felt cold to my naked body. She picked up a couple of sheets of paper.

"Let's see how you've done this week". I was staring at the floor but could sense her smile. "Monday - fine, Tuesday - fine". She shifted position so her knee was resting against my shoulder. "Wednesday... hmmm. Thursday..." Her voice tailed off as she read the rest of the journal and she moved her leg away. After a moment I fidgeted slightly and she touched the back of my head to keep still. I waited some more.

"What should I do with you? You know this is not what I wanted". Cold voice.
"Yes ma'am". I would have sunk lower if possible.

"Remember, you are not allowed to give excuses."
"Yes ma'am."
"Any punishment is final as soon as I say the words. There's no begging or trying to get out of it."
"Yes ma'am, I remember ma'am."

She stood up and walked around me slowly. My left hand was not quite level with the other and she nudged it forwards with her foot.

"Ok, this is your first week and you haven't really got to know me yet. I'm gonna be harsh this time and it will hurt for a while. But we both agreed you need to make some changes, and I'm going to help you with them."

She sat back down. "You can look up now."
I did but could only meet her eyes for a moment.

"I'm going to give you a hard thrashing then a night in the outhouse. You deserve worse and you'll get it unless you change."
"Let see here... your report had several spelling mistakes, that's 3 strokes. Then I see you smoked a cigarette on Wednesday. That was bad but I guess it's promising that you admitted it. I'll let you off with 12 strokes. *Don't* do it again.". She gave a sharp kick and I winced but kept quiet.

"Next, I see your entry for Thursday was written the next morning. That's 3 strokes. Don't be late again."
"And finally you don't seem to have lost any weight this week. No worries yet, we're just beginning... but that's 6 strokes to make sure you stay motivated.". She paused a moment. "So, 24 strokes altogether."

She ran her hand around my head, starting from the back before stroking my face briefly, then patted (slapped?) my cheek twice. Then she grabbed a fistful of my long hair and gave a slow but hard squeeze.

"You'll be bleeding but I think you'll be able to sit down again by the time I let you go". I thought I heard her giggle saying this. Was it just a game? It might have been just hopefulness on my part, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. The punishment sounded real though.

She had only given me playful whippings before, the first few times we met, and I wasn't worried (yet!).

"Thank you ma'am"
"You haven't felt a single-tail at full strength before have you?"
"I haven't ma'am"
"It's my favourite. But don't worry I'm sure you can take it". This time there was a definite giggle. "You do remember what we said about... restraints." She leaned down to murmur the last word. "And gags. And the safe-word, that's only for if I'm hurting you in a way I don't mean to. It's not a way for you to avoid pain."

She strode over to the doorway, calling out "Heel" without turning around. I crawled after her.

TBC.

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