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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 …..