SUBMISSIVE HUSBAND 5
From Ian:
I just read the story of the Real Stories from a woman who identified herself as a Supreme Lady and she wrote about her mostly positive visits to The Other World Kingdom in the Czech Republic. I found her comments intriguing, reading the OWK experience from a woman's position. For what it's worth, I have been to OWK and thought you might enjoy reading about an OWK visit from a male's perspective.
I live in England with my wife, Catherine. We are active in the Female Domination and Fetish lifestyle here in the UK. My wife met a woman who had been to OWK and like the woman on your site she praised the place. Her stories about her visit to OWK peaked my wife's interest enough for her to have a look at the OWK web site. She subscribed to the OWK site for one month and she viewed the pictures and downloaded some of the video clips. She was amazed at how severe these women were on the videos and how marked up and bruised the men were in the pictures. She showed me some of the pictures and a few of the video clips and I was horrified at the severity of the discipline.
Catherine had been upset with me about not being a good enough house servant to her. I enjoy submitting to my dear Catherine but housework was not my strength, if you know what I mean. When Catherine read on the OWK site that they offer training programs, she decided that I was in need of such training. I pleaded with her not to send me to OWK unless she also accompanied me. Catherine goes on vacation with her sister each year and she thought that would be an excellent week to send me to the Other World Kingdom for training.
I must be honest that I was excited about going to OWK. A kingdom of female rule is what most men dream about. If I hadn't seen those video clips and those pictures from their site, I would have been bursting with excitement. The severity and cruelty of those women on the OWK site kept haunting me as the day for my trip approached.
Catherine made contact with OWK and arranged for my visit. I flew to Prague and I was met at the airport by a driver who drove me the couple of hours into the country where OWK is located. The best way to describe the place is that it is old world. It looks like it was an old estate, probably owned by a wealthy farmer or monarch before it fell into ruins. It has large grounds inside the gated walls, a barn and horse stalls, and a number of buildings. The building in the best shape is the one known as the Queen's Palace. The others are still in need of a bit of work. The pub was nice as was the OWK store. I must agree with the Supreme Lady that Queen Patricia has done a remarkable job with this place. The grounds and gardens were in magnificent shape but then again she has slave labor doing the work. Think about it, men are paying her money for the right to work for her. Men are going there to be slaves and they are worked up to twelve hours a day. There is no doubt in your mind that the female gender is the superior gender after you visit this place.
I was grateful that my wife sent me to be trained in domestic servitude only. I saw a couple of gentlemen who were working out in the sun with two leather clad women watching over them with whips in hand. These men did not appear to be having a good time. Every now and again, one of the Guardesses would use her whip to motivate the slaves to increase their work pace. I kept thinking to myself that these men are paying to be treated this way. Or perhaps their wives have sent them here to lose weight or to be punished for some offense.
I saw another man tied up in what they refer to as the public square. He was there for public whippings and humiliation. He had some wicked looking marks on his back and ass and the short time I was watching, I saw a woman come by and administer to him a very sound thrashing. Those were the only three men I saw during my week long stay. Apparently men come and go and sometimes it is more crowded than others. I must have been there during a slow week.
I met Queen Patricia and I was forced to bow before her. She read to me what my wife had ordered for my stay. She read it like a decree. Unfortunately, I understood very little she had to say. No one there spoke very good English. They knew some words but my ability to communicate was not important. If I were a woman visiting this place, I would recommend learning to speak some Czech if you want to communicate with the other women.
To summarize my visit to OWK, it was five days of being worked and disciplined. The two women who oversaw me and who trained me were attractive, probably in their mid to late twenties. One was a blonde and one had brown hair. They dressed in fetish attire and looked spectacular. I was aroused at times from their appearance and their brazen, heavy accent speech. They were not total sadists as they giggled a lot and teased me a lot. They seemed to love what they do. They were stern at times, cruel at times but they were also playful at times. I was fortunate in that Catherine took it rather easy on me with her instructions for my training. I was permitted to eat decent meals and I got to sleep in a bed. Some men sleep in damp dungeons or on the ground in the stalls. Some men are only allowed bread and water or the leftovers from the women's plates.
They dressed me in a maid's outfit and they taught me how to walk in high heel shoes. I kept turning my ankles and stumbling and the women would mock me and giggle. They would smack my ass pretty sharply with their riding crops and they loved to slap my face with their hands. I had never had my face slapped so much as the week I spend at OWK. These ladies seem to really enjoy doing this. Sometimes they would really jar my face with a forceful slap.
I finally mastered walking in the high heel shoes. Then they gave me loads of ironing to do. I mean it was a pile of clothing and linen. They sat on comfortable furniture while I stood in my heels for hours ironing. My feet were killing me. They inspected my work and would slap me or strike me with a whip or a crop when I was not being thorough enough. It was hard to concentrate on each article after hours of ironing. I must admit that I became a good ironer by the end of the week. I did ironing each day I was there.
After the ironing, I had to dust various rooms. I got to spend a lot of time in the Queen's Palace dusting. One of the days, two sophisticated looking women were visiting the Queen and they came over to me and taunted me some. They squeezed my face, patted my behind and laughed. I could only guess at what they were saying. I think they had German accents. I did not see them again after that day so their stay had to be short unless they kept a low profile.
I also scrubbed the toilets. That was my least favorite thing. Sometimes my trainers would push my head into the toilet as I was scrubbing them and they would hold it in there for a few minutes, giggling the whole time. I had to be like a chambermaid and do up some of the guest rooms. I had to change sheets, make beds, clean toilets, clean tubs, vacuum rugs, shake out rugs, sweep the floors and mop the floors. I did not do a satisfactory job on my first room so I got my first hard whipping. I was bound over a horse in this one large room that had hardwood floors, lots of mirrors and plenty of punishment equipment. My two trainers gave me a thorough paddling and cropping and then returned me to redo the room. I soon learned to do a more thorough job.
My biggest problem was that I lacked the stamina after about the second day. I was tired and my feet were very sore with blisters from the high heel shoes. At times I lost my focus and that is when these superior ladies went from playful to cruel and severe. They gave me few breaks and little rest between chores. They would show me how to do a chore but then I had better have caught on quick because they were not very patient. They rarely showed me how to do something twice.
Finally the week came to an end and for my going away present to my wife, they took me back into the punishing room and fastened me back over the horse. They administered my most severe beating I had in my entire life. My wife had requested that they take it easy on me during the week but she wanted them to give me one hard whipping at the end of my stay. Catherine had requested that I return with some nice marks on my ass. My two trainers seemed to really enjoy themselves as they blistered my ass with several implements of discipline. I made lots of noise as the blows increased and this just seemed to entertain these women. The more sounds I made, the faster they picked up the pace of the whipping. They even did a double header on me with both of them striking me, alternating blows. My ass was sore during the car ride back to the airport and also during the plane ride home.
Catherine had a wonderful vacation with her sister and she was extremely pleased with the marks on my ass. More importantly, she could tell a significant improvement in my household chores. Doing a few hours of chores for Catherine seems like a picnic after twelve hour days of doing chores at the Other World Kingdom.
In conclusion, let me give you my opinion of OWK. From a dominant woman's point of view, I can see where they would love it. It is no five star hotel for a vacation but if a woman wants to express her sadistic side with total freedom and if she wants to experience total female supremacy, OWK is a must visit. For submissive men, that is a different story. I guess it depends on what you are into. If your wife sends you, you have no say and you should just make the best of it. But if you are a man thinking of going for an unforgettable D&S experience, you need to know what you are getting yourself into. The women at OWK are beautiful and they look sexy in their fetish attire. But there is absolutely nothing sexual about your stay there. It is a no nonsense place. These women love to discipline men and that is what OWK is. It is about corporal punishment and severe discipline. I did not witness any other type of D&S activity that most submissive men enjoy. If you are a masochist who wants to experience genuine female dominance and female supremacy, then OWK is the place to go. Otherwise, you may be better off visiting the Pro Dom of your choice.
Catherine and I are thinking of attending an OWK celebration some year. It would be interesting to see hundreds of dominant women and submissive men at one place for a weekend. I would love to go to watch the activities but I am rather sure that my wife would make me participate. She even teases me of auctioning me off to a woman with no limits applied. I sure do hope she is kidding about that.
From Christian:
Dear Ms Sutton, Thank you for your unique website. I was introduced to it by my then girlfriend/now Mistress and I am surprised about the honest and positive stories from women and men about dealing with Female Superiority relationships. I hope this can provide somewhat of a blueprint for a future society. I am a 27 year old submissive male from Holland. I had these tendencies for quite a while but I never had or took the chance to fulfil them until recently. Recently is a couple of months ago when I met my girlfriend.
She is a sturdily built, though well-proportioned, tall woman of 36 years. When we started dating we both behaved like your-average-couple and were fully equal to each other. After a few weeks however she started to become more and more dominant towards me. I was gladly surprised as she was the first woman to dominate me in a relationship. She gradually started to make the decisions for both of us and finally she required that I moved in with her since she owns a house and I only have an apartment, so I did. Since then my life has completely changed. She works part-time (a well-paying job) and the first thing she ordered when I moved in was that I started working part-time as well, so I could perform more household duties. And so it went.
A bit later my girlfriend decided to rock the boat and told me that she believed in Female Superiority. She stated that she loves me but since she considers males as inferior to females the only relationship possible between us would be with me in complete 24/7 slavery to her, obeying her at all times without any exception. I was shocked. She said she understood this and suggested that we'd try this lyfestyle for a month before I decide. I agreed and at this moment (which is two weeks into it) I am her total slave and I love it. All that is important to me are her wishes.I do all the household chores from cooking, doing the dishes, polishing shoes, scrubbing the toilets and mopping the floors, which she wants to be done daily.
She punishes me for almost every mistake by whipping or caning me across my bare bottom but she has other, more subtle degrading ways to make me pay for my errors too. I'll come back to that later. Our sexlife has changed dramatically as well. She has learned a lot from your site and nowadays I have to wear the CB-2000 almost night and day, including at work. The only sex I'm allowed is to lick her pussy, her anus and her feet and that is very regularly. She loves me to lick her to orgasms and she also uses my mouth as a toilet.
In this month I am allowed no orgasms at all and to make things worse she makes me watch her masturbate after cuffing my wrists to the foot-end of the bed. She does this to me several times a week. I think it won't be long until I have a wet dream and I wonder how she will react. Knowing her a severe whipping will be my reward. She has already stated that in the future I will be allowed only one supervised and extremely degrading orgasm every month, that is if I behave correctly and serve her well. I will never be allowed intercourse with her anymore.
So far I can keep up with most of her demands although some things are really hard. Being denied any orgasms for a month and heavily teased every day isn't easy, especially with the thought in mind that I may never enter her again in my life. Coping with another very humiliating game isn't either. She has invented a very simple, sadistic way of checking if I wiped the floors that day. In reality I am only able to clean them once or rarely twice a week due to the many tasks she has assigned to me and she knows this. The thing is that my Mistress loves to walk barefoot as much as possible and always at home. After barefooting the whole day, she cuffs my wrists behind my back and orders me to kneel at her callous feet and lick her soles clean. She says that it shouldn't be a problem since her feet can't be dirty as I should have done the floors. Of course her soles are always dirty but as her slave I am not supposed to talk back to her but do my job. Last night it took me nearly an hour to lick her feet entirely clean. She says I better get used to doing this every night and that in the future she will invite some of her girlfriends and I will serve them in the same way.
She further said that in order to keep me in line she wants to increase my pain tolerance by various tortures and that I will likely have to sleep in a cage in the future. Now we come to the problem. Soon I have to make a decision about continuing and even expanding this lifestyle. In all honesty I totally agree with her beliefs about Female Superiority and I love her so much that I really want to serve her in any way she wants. She tells me not to be afraid and to trust her in not crossing my limits, although she will push them as far as possible.
Dear Ms Sutton, what are your thoughts and advice on this? Do you think she is right in treating me this way and do you think this relationship will be rewarding for us in the future if we continue this path? And does one get used to severe corporal punishment? Male slavery is a beautiful thing but I am somewhat afraid about where it all ends, although I absolutely trust my Mistress.
From Jessica:
This recent election saw some exciting women coming into powerful positions. I'm very excited by the election of Ms. Sebelius as Governor in Kansas, the election of Ms.Granholm as Governor in Michigan (who according to my husband has a very dominant aura that ensures her lots of male support), and the election of Elizabeth Dole to the Senate in North Carolina.
I want you to know that I'm not some mindless female who doesn't look at the qualities of female candidates before offering them support and checked the positions of all of them before sending them money. My own political beliefs allow me to almost always support women though, as I'm passionately in the Democrat camp on some issues, and just as much so with Republicans on others. As for Democrats I love their positions on the environment, education (though I like school vouchers), gun control, human and animal rights and that affordable health care for every American should be a top priority. With Republicans I'm pro life, against affirmative action, like capital gains tax cuts to stimulate the economy, hate the inheritance tax and oppose income tax increases, and think they are far superior in handling foreign affairs. As you can see I'm a mixed bag and totally independent politically which allows me to find common ground with nearly all female candidates.
In regards to the sending of contributions, I wanted to share an experience with you. The last weekend of September I had my husband kneel between the couch and the coffee table in our living room and I brought him the checkbook, stamps, envelopes, and information from all the female candidates' websites, complete with a picture of her and address for sending her money. He was wearing his weekend housecleaning uniform, a woman's white cotton Ralph Lauren thong and his CB2000 underneath with nothing else. He's lost a lot of weight and I now make him shave off all his hair from the neck down (except arms) so he looks really good and I believe this further develops his de-masculation and sense of gender inferiority.
I made him write a check for each candidate (which I signed of course) and prepare all the envelopes to be sent out. I sat behind him on the couch supervising him and gave him an occasional gentle caress. Seeing my scantily clad foot soldier for the female gender on his knees licking stamps and filling out checks and envelopes was very sensual for me and when he was done, I wound up having him bring my vibrator and orally worship me for nearly an hour. I had some of the best orgasms of my life!!
Afterward he of course wanted to penetrate me, which I refused as he'd already been inside me a few weeks ago for our anniversary, but I did take off his CB and laid him down on the couch and stroked his penis. While doing this, I softly asked him which candidates he found attractive or powerful and I showed him pictures of the ones he identified. I then shifted my focus by telling him in a variety of ways how weak it must make him feel to know that women are taking over society and that his own Wife keeps his little cock in a cage and almost totally denied. While doing this I looked into his eyes and saw him in the deepest state of subspace I've ever seen, and he ultimately had by far the most explosive and continuing orgasm I've ever seen him or any other male have with me. Since then he has truly been like putty in my hands even though I've kept him denied ever since. It was one of the most erotic experiences we've ever had together.
With that I'll let you go. By the way, my Republican husband is predicting Democratic Senator Mary Landrieu of Louisiana to be our first woman President or VP, as he says she has the most incredible combination of looks, intelligence, and dominant aura he's ever seen. He's so enamored with her that he's selling some of his sports cards on e-bay to raise money for her. Isn't he adorable? | 
