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A MILESTONE

Can you believe it? Jessy, my youngest, turned eighteen last week. Man, time goes so fast! So I wanted to get her something special to commemorate this milestone. I thought about an Orbit-Around-The-Earth-Experience in a spacecraft or an Around-The-World-In-Eighty-Ways travel voucher. But in the end I settled for something she will enjoy for years to come. If not the rest of her life! You probably guessed it already: I decided to give Her a slave. A friend of mine was willing to sell one of Hers, but you know, there’s always a risk of wear and tear and who knows what bad habits he may have picked up! Second hand is second hand, no matter what. And sure, yes, of course you can teach an old slave new tricks, but it’s such a strain on the whipping arm. The lass is a bit too young for that, I think. So I got one directly from the Breeding Facility. He’s a 25-year old blank slate, you might say, healthy, vaccinated, very active and playful and eager to learn. Jessy has decided to call him James, which has a nice old-fashioned ring to it, I think.
She’s very chuffed with him and immediately started with his training. She might be young, but she’s very strict, very ruthless and extremely demanding.
Like mother, like daughter.
Lady Alice, July 2099

EXERCISE DRILLS

We’re forced to exercise daily on the school track for 45 minutes. Twenty slaves, drilled by eight merciless Mistresses. One Mistress calls the commands and we obey: Up! Down! Push-ups! Faster! Faster! Stand up! Drop down! Knee bends! Faster! Stand up! Drop down! Stand up! Frog-jumps! Faster! Faster!
Imagine doing all that in the summer heat or, even worse, in a muddy field with deep puddles!
I for one dread it more than anything, because sometimes they focus their attention on you, and you alone. They will be standing around you in a circle, shouting orders and commands. I don’t know about you man, but for me that’s enough to shit my pants. Which is a bad idea altogether, especially while squatting.
Sometimes they use stimuli, which, I think, is a fancy word for torture devices. Last week for example, we were forced to jump up and down with clamps on our nipples. Man, that hurt! The week before that we were forced to do a five-kilometer run over rugged terrain with rough hemp ropes tied around our balls.
They want to keep us fit and healthy, they say. Which is funny, because they use their whips freely and there are more scars, scratches and impact craters on my back then on the fucking moon! I’m not allowed to say that oud loud of course, because before you know it I’m forced to do 100 bullwhipped push-ups, 200 face-slapped sit-ups and 150 ballbusting jumps!

THE MAN FROM SEATTLE

True story: once upon a time a man flew from Seattle to Prague (8.400 kilometres, via Frankfurt in 14 hours time). He rented a car at the airport and drove through the countryside and small villages. It took him more than two and a half hours to cover the 167 kilometres. He parked the car outside the weathered white walls and the entrance gate to the feared and famed Other World Kingdom (aka OWK). One of the Ladies of the OWK was waiting for him inside, just fifty meters away as the crow flies. She would be his Mistress and train him for the next five days. He’d been waiting for this day for what seemed like forever, and now it was finally here! He sat there in his car, staring at the entrance gate. His heart was racing, he was breathing heavily and waves of panic rushed over him. Nothing moved, no birds, no dogs, no people, not even a breeze. As if the world was holding its breath. Then, after half an hour of fear and suffering, he started the car, drove back to Prague and returned to Seattle that same evening. Dreams can get you somewhere, but fear will get you nowhere. Don’t be the man from Seattle.

BRING ME A MAN

Men are primitive creatures who carry their brains in their penises. By the time they come here, they’re full of shit. The men of course, not their penises. It’s My job to remove the layers of ignorance, stupidity and stubbornness. It’s like peeling an onion, really. The only difference is that they do all the crying. Some Ladies prefer the lenient approach, but I’m not one of them. Spare the rod and spoil the child, as they saying goes. Men are competitive by nature and they will challenge you. Unconsciously perhaps, but deep down they want to know if you got what it takes. You’ll have to deal with that straight away, that’s My firm believe.
Breaking a loud-mouthed, obnoxious guy into submission is such a rewarding and gratifying experience, it really is. Some try to fight back, like in a bad Hollywood movie. So cute! And so pathetic. To remove that last thick, stubborn layer of male pride, that’s My favourite part of the training. So bring Me a man and I’ll give you a slave.

SLAP HAPPY

The slap came completely unexpected. Never saw it coming, only felt its dizzying impact.
Wow Mistress, I-
The second one was much harder and smacked my face to the right.
Only speak when spoken to, slave! I know you’re still a rookie, but we talked about this already. Now, patience is not one of my virtues, so shut up till I tell you otherwise.
Yes Mistr-
I saw Her left hand flying in, but it was Her right that hit me. I’m not sure, but I thought I heard birds singing.
I didn’t give you permission to speak, did I?
Aha, the classic rhetorical questions! The famous find-any-excuse-to-smack-him-silly trap. Well, I wasn’t going to fall for it again, no sir! Do I really look that stupid?
Answer Me!
Blimey!! The slaps flew in with lighting speed and brutal force: left, right, left, left, left, right, right, left, right, right! My head was spinning like laundry in a washing machine. Honest to God, She could decapitate a man with Her powerful slaps. This was only my second day of training, so I was learning things the hard way. But then again: is there any other way?

ONCE A TEACHER …..

Life has changed dramatically after the Female Revolution. Female Education Law requires all males (young and old) to attend a Femdom Reform School every two years. It’s compulsory and failing to attend school is punishable without exceptions. The day starts at 08:00 a.m. by singing the Femdom Anthem:
♬ Oh, Mighty Women, in you we place our faith and trust 
The school regime is very strict and disciplinarian. As Miss Cane so eloquently put it: of course you’re allowed to make a mistake, but you will be brutally punished for it. Hear, hear, my bruised and battered ass would say. It’s not just the ass that’s in jeopardy though! Your hands, the soles of your feet, your hair and your ears are all used to discipline you. Sticks can teach a good slave, as the ancient Chinese used to say.
Still, in spite of everything, I’m happy to be here. Because of the Headmistress, you see. She’s so stunning and I hope I will  be Her slave and property one day. But, as She explained: If I take you under My wing, its because I want it, not because you want it. Words of wisdom, but then again: once a teacher …..