Chapter 1 - A whole new world
I'm about to get in. This is what I've always dreamed for: a real life slave environment where female domination is the one and only rule and where all men are born inferior and enslaved. A world in which women have full control and power over the slaves' lives and are treated as a Queens, Goddess, Mistress.
Here, at Other World Kingdom, that's the way it works, apparently, men are owned, used and abused for the sole pleasure of women. I cannot wait to see their range of slaves and dominate one of them.
I arrive on the threshold: regular farm, lots of hidden grounds, it looks very fancy. More like a farm that has been rebuilt into a manor. I knock on the door and get in. I am greeted by a man wearing nothing but a piece of cloth to hide his genitals. He has no face ; a full head mask is covering his entire head. I can only distinguish two little holes allowing him to breathe using his nose. His mouth is zip locked. He bows at me as he opens the door. He does not look straight in my direction and keeps looking down. In front of me I see a big stack of stairs swirling onto the second floor. Then, I notice a man getting down the stairs, elegantly dressed. Yes, a man. I am in chock; I thought every man in this place was supposed to be a slave. This one is walking down the stairs with a divine grace. He is wearing a black suit, tight and a black shirt, revealing an inch of tattoos on his hands and neck. He has a couple of piercings in his lower lip and is staring at me as he is getting down. He passes the door holder slave, who does not bend as he passes but looks straight into his eyes and greets me.
- You must be Lauren. The Queen is waiting for you in the Main Hall. He says in a charming and soft English accent voice. Please, follow me.
He extends a hand to me, signalling me to take the direction is he pointing at. We cross several rooms, all containing several forms of SM art, from paintings to calligraphy, the walls are covered by female domination over the ages. We walk by several 'furniture slaves' as they are called, that is to say men acting like they are actual pieces of furniture, like chairs, tables of even coat holders. I say this because the elegant man grabs the coat off me and hangs it to a slave's shoulder.
We eventually reach the Main Hall, which, to my surprise, has nothing too exiting. It is a big empty hall with an upper floor at the end, and a massive red velvet throne. On the throne sits the Queen, her legs crossed, dressed with impeccable leather from head to toes. She has those thigh high leather boots that every girl dreams of, a black leather body and long gloves covering her hands. She also wears a leather crown symbol of which, I assume, shows she is the Queen. On each side of the throne kneel two slaves, bound and gagged staring at the floor. As we get into the room, I see the look of this man getting down. Even him is not allowed to look at her. Perhaps he is a slave after all.
- That will be all. She says, looking at him, him still looking down.
He bows gently and steps back to the door that he closes slowly upon his exit.
- Lauren, I am glad you've found your way to us. Welcome to Other World Kingdom, welcome to My Kingdom. This place is designed only for female pleasure; no man is allowed any enjoyment here. You will see this is the place where they are best suited. The first thing I will ask you to do is pledge allegiance to our Constitution. Once this is done, I will, myself, give you a tour of the domain, and will get you to your quarters. Now, this Kingdom lives by the following rules:
Rule #1: Every man is born a slave, and remains a slave until his death.
Rule #2: There is no other purpose for males than to please women. In the event of a woman asking a man to pleasure a man, it must be for the woman's pleasure initially.
Rule #3: Each Mistress has her own personal slave. You can decide to keep him for yourself or to share him with other Mistress; that is entirely up to you. But you cannot touch a slave that isn't yours without the consent of the slave's Mistress first.
Rule #4: Women have power over men but the Queen has ultimate power. If she decides that a slave ought to be punished, she can punish him without the consent of the Mistress. She can use and abuse anyone without prior consent.
Rule #5: The slaves are here for women's sexual pleasure. If there is any romance or love between the slave and the Mistress, the slave and/or the Mistress will be banished from the Domain.
Are those rules clear?
- Yes they are.
- Will you behave according to these rules?
- Yes I will.
- You have to address me as 'Madam'
- Yes, Madam, I will.
- Very well then, I welcome you into the OWK Family. Come with me now so I can show you were you will stay.
As she gets up the two slaves next to her throne get up and help her get down the stairs. She does not even look at them. She is hardcore. She rules everything and everyone, I even feel owned by her. And I have not met any other Mistress so far, I am quite nervous about starting the whole process. As we get by the double doors we previously used, they burst open, and the elegant man is behind, waiting for us to get out, still not looking at the Queen. So that must be his story, he must be the Queen's personal slave. She said it herself: every man is born a slave. So that must be it! Unless he is not a man but I doubt this. I see Mistresses now, 5 of them, standing in the room with their own slaves staying behind them. Some are naked, some are dressed, some are clean some are dirty, some are damaged and some are healthy.
- This is Mistress Dorothy ; she has been with us for more than two years now. She points at a thirty something lady brown hair, dressed entirely in latex. This is Mistress Sarah, she's quite recent here ...
But I am not really listening to what she says; I am looking at the window, right outside. There is a man, in the middle of the garden, getting beaten by another man. He is on the ground, trying to get up but cannot even get to his knees because of the beating. He is lying there, completely naked.
The Queen snaps her finger in front of my face.
- This is our latest arrival, Lauren. Please give her a warm welcome and make her feel comfortable among you.
They all greet me one by one before we carry on the tour.
- So you have met all the Mistresses of this house, but you have not met their slaves. Most of them have two or three because of their seniority. You start with one and if you are good enough you can have multiple ones. They can include furniture slaves and transport slaves, everything you want.
She must have heard the question in my head.
- You have met my slave already. His name is Ben. He is my exclusive property. No one can touch him but me.
There it is. Ben, that's his name. And, of course, he belongs to the Queen, who else. We approach the stables. That's where they keep all the slaves locked in cages. As we do so, we pass by that man on the ground. He seems young, perhaps a couple of years older than me, only. He is quite thin, his black hair falling on his face. He has got several tattoos, mainly on his arms and chest. His face is bleeding; he must have taken quite a beating.
- This is a new recruit, still needs to be tamed a little. This is the slaves' tamer. He is the oldest slave of the Kingdom and has earned the position of tamer and trainer for the new slaves.
- So he has the right to beat up any slave without the Mistress' consent?
- As part of the slave's training, yes. Once a slave is owned, his authority is not valued any more than another slave's.
I cannot help but look at this man on the ground. He seems out of breath and exhausted.
- In fact, let's see what he's been up to. Come on, Hawk, demonstrate!
- Yes my Queen.
He turns around to the man on the ground.
- Get up and kneel in front of your Queen and the Mistress.
The man stumbles on his feet and kneels. He is immediately hit by the cane of the tamer right on the bottom of his legs. He falls down to the ground.
- Is this how you kneel in front of a Queen. Get up! Start again!
He gets up and does it again, more gently this time. He gets to his knees, and bows down, putting his arms and hands far in front of him.
- That's enough, for now.
- Yes, my Queen.
The tamer bows at the Queen and then knocks the man on the ground. He puts his face up and looks straight at the Queen and myself, sticking his tongue out in defiance.
The Queen does not say anything. The tamer is furious and awaits instructions but gets none. Ben, the Queen's personal slave arrives at this very moment.
- My Queen, someone is here to see you.
She turns to him and looks at me.
- Lauren, why don't you take this one as your personal slave? He seems like a piece of work, I'm sure you can handle him.
I look at the man on the floor, his face half bled out by the beating.
- Yes Madam. I will take him.
Chapter 2 - The slave
The man has been cleaned and changed. I have not seen what exactly happened but something is telling me that even this has been painful to him. We are now in the same room, one of the 'salons' as they call it.
- What's your name slave?
He looks at me but does not respond.
- I said, what is your name slave?
- A slave has no name, Madam. What use is a name for a slave if he is interchangeable?
- I know you're new here and so am I. But I don't have the feeling that you chose to be here. Why are you behaving so badly? You like beatings so much?
- I'm here because the Queen stole my friend away from me and I want him back. And if I have to endure pain and torture to get him back I will.
