OWK Q&A

Senator (now President Elect) Barack Obama had an energy plan for America.
So did Sen. John McCain.
Both plans, in varying degrees, called for a heavy infusion of capital into new energy technologies, including solar, wind power and biofuels.
Decades ago The Other World Kingdom (the FemDom fiefdom in The Czech Republic) rediscovered a cheaper solution to the fossil-fuel crisis.
In the courtyard of Queen Patricia’s palace, near the outdoor pillory, there’s a wooden human-powered generator. A whip-wielding member of the Queen’s palace guard chains a pair of volunteer male slaves to the turnstile’s arms and gives the “go” order.
The slaves trudge ‘round and ‘round, producing enough electricity to heat the water in Queen Patricia’s private palace bath.
There are a lot of other cool facts about The OWK that most people don’t know.
In fact, as a Sublime Lady Citizen of The OWK, I regularly get questions (in person and by email) from male slaves and Mistresses curious about this mysterious refuge from male dominance.
The OWK, on its web site, offers a comprehensive Q&A explaining its origin, mission and activities.
But there are subtleties that slip through the cracks.
In this post I hope to remedy that, answering the trio of questions I’m most-often asked.
Q: “Is The OWK hype or a true FemDom Valhalla?”
A: It’s the real deal. Women over men.
No male creature enters without a dog collar.
Paved paths throughout the property are reserved for Females; males plod meekly beside their Mistresses on dusty (sometimes muddy) dirt trails.
If you harbor any doubts about The OWK’s authenticity, they vanish the moment you enter the Great Hall of The Long House, where most visitors lodge.
At any time of day or night there’ll likely be Mistresses publicly humiliating their male slaves in steel cages scattered around the room. (Most guest rooms also are equipped with private slave cages and St. John’s Crosses.)
You’ll see other slaves tethered to spanking benches or suspended from medieval machinery for torment; the hapless male creatures grunt and groan as their Mistresses crack whips across their reddening-to-raw asses.
Meanwhile, several Mistresses may be playing pool or lounging on the leather couches in front of the massive fireplace. They sit there sipping champagne, oblivious to the background Muzak of male moans and whimpers.
Hungry?
Stroll down the hall to U Chomouta, the pub.
Mistresses sit on chairs; male creatures crouch uncomfortably below them on tiny three-legged wooden stools.
It’s not uncommon to see a nearly-naked slave “dining” on all fours from a dog dish, slurping soupy leftover slops collected from the kitchen. (Staffed, of course, by State slaves.)
The rule is that male creatures may speak to a Mistress only when spoken to. Impertinence isn’t tolerated. For example, say I’m dining with My German Mistress friend, and subby-hubby bob speaks out of turn. She’ll ask Me, “May I?”. Then She leans over, removes bob’s eye glasses and slaps him hard across the face.
Upstairs, there’s Club Wanda, the night club where Mistresses and their slaves gather each evening for entertainment, competitions and conversation. Amid the hubbub, a Mistress may be whipping a slave manacled to a Catherine Wheel while another Lady mummifies Her male sub in plastic wrap.
The ordinary sights and sounds of The OWK: women laughing and chattering; male creatures pleading and howling, saying, “Thank you, Mistress,” after every stroke.
Q: “When is the best time to visit The OWK?”
A: The OWK offers several FemDom Weekends throughout the year. But the premier events are the three-day annual June Anniversary Celebrations and the Special Weeklong Vacation in August.
I’ve attended both events. Although their scheduled activities are similar, they vary in ambience, pace and excitement.
The majority of Mistresses who visit The OWK during the August Weeklong Vacation are amateurs. (By “amateur” I simply mean non-professionals; often these Mistresses’ expertise at corporal punishment equals the skill of a top Pro Domina).
In August I’ve met Mistresses who are judges, doctors, lawyers, business executives and scientists, as well as housewives. Most come with their lifestyle partners, either a husband or boyfriend.
I’m generalizing, of course, but I sense that these Mistresses enjoy the leisurely, unpressurized pace, in the company of similar-minded couples. At least for a week, they don’t have to conceal their FemDom relationships from friends and family.
If You’re a Mistress who fits that profile, the August Vacation may be a perfect fit.
In contrast, the June Anniversary Celebrations are more suitable for Pro Dommes.
Plenty of purely lifestyle Mistresses attend.
But the majority of Ladies are prominent Pro Dominas. Wealthy clients (who’ve paid all expenses, plus hefty fees for their Mistresses’ services) often accompany them. Other Pro Dommes visit alone. They want to meet old friends and make new ones.
It’s three days of wild FemDom partying, with hardly any sleep for anyone, amid a dozen or so events (pony-boy races, the slave egg-hunt, the slave auction, the best-whipped-male-ass contest, etc.) all squeezed into 72 hours.
At night the Women gather in Club Wanda for drinks, networking and “shop talk.” What’s the latest buzz about the Dutch government’s crackdown on S&M clubs and domination facilities? Are phoney “hookers with whips” in Germany driving real Pro Dominas out of business?
The Women’s corsets are dazzling; their day clothes on the cutting edge of Fetish fashion.
The energy level is electric.
Of course, the catalyst of much of this potent chemistry is the presence of Her Majesty, Queen Patricia 1, who reigns from Her Castle throughout the Anniversary Celebrations.
One evening, at Her Castle, Queen Patricia presides over the slave auction in Her Palace's glittering Throne Hall. Another evening, Queen Patricia invites the Mistresses to the Castle for a banquet. After a sumptuous feast, Her Royal Highness awards the title of Sublime Lady Citizen of The OWK to applicants whom She’s deemed worthy.
It’s an honor to be chosen and a nice accolade to have on a Pro Domme’s resume.
The Annual Celebrations are tailor-made for Pro Dommes.
Q: “I’m a submissive male who would like to visit The OWK but I don’t have a Mistress to go with. How can I solve this problem?"
A: Find a Pro Domme who’ll permit you to accompany Her or apply to serve as an OWK slave.
If you don’t know any Woman truly into the FemDom lifestyle, or have never visited a Pro Domme, you’re probably a pseudo sub indulging in fantasies. Save your money, stay home and wank off in your living room.
However, if you’re a sincere submissive, with some experience, try contacting a Pro Domina on the internet. A good place to start is The OWK’s own Dominity Forum.
But be forewarned.
A Mistress will expect you to pay all Her expenses (airfare, lodging at The OWK, etc.) plus your own. There’ll also be a sizeable fee for Her time and services.
The option is to apply for a position as a State, working or specialized slave. (See The OWK web site for descriptions and details.) You’ll be charged for the privilege, of course.
Working slaves sleep in spartan conditions in the loft above the human stables, where human-pony carts and wagons are stored.
Their day begins with a beating.
Slaves line up in a row in the Palace Courtyard, bend over and get their bare bottoms whipped by a member of the Queens Guard.
Then they perform their assigned menial tasks around the property.
On a volunteer basis (no one at The OWK is coerced), slaves participate in many of the special events.
For instance, at the slave auction I always interview the volunteer slaves in search of a pain-slut. If I find one, I’ll outbid the other Mistresses. Then I’ll enter My new slave (in place of My tender-assed subby hubby) in the-best-whipped-male-ass contest, bruising his butt into brutal patterns of black and blue.
Not up to being a suffering slave?
There's only one alternative left.
If you're really desperate to get to The OWK, maybe you can buy it.
Details are shrouded in the usual OWK fog, but there is evidence on the web that The OWK property is for sale.
So break open your piggy bank.
The asking price is a paltry $11,000,000.