There was a button on Her website saying: don’t click here. I didn’t, but it became Pandora’s Button, so I returned to that page over and over again. It was a trap and I fell for it, because in the end I clicked the damned thing. A message popped up saying She demanded an apology. I wrote one immediately and thought that would be the end of it. Two hours later an email came in, saying She didn’t accept my apology and that She wanted to meet me face to face. I had to obey, because this was a real mail and a direct order. Three days later I kneeled down in front of Her. Not only was Mistress Valkyrie stunningly beautiful, She was also charming and elegant. She had a lovely sense of humor and was genuinely interested in the man behind the slave. And She certainly knew how to inflict pain on Her victims. Man, She was ruthless! She retired many years ago, but I’m still grateful to this day. Because if it hadn’t been for that button, I would probably still be a novice today.
Once upon a time a man flew from Seattle to Prague, where he rented a car and drove into the countryside. It took him an hour and a half to reach his destiny: the OWK. He parked the car outside its white walls and stared at the wooden entrance gate. Inside, and no more than twenty meters away from him as the crow flies, a Madame was waiting to train him for the next five days. He sat behind the wheel for half an hour, drove back to Prague and returned to America that same evening. True story! We can sense his relief as he’s trying to convince himself he’s done the right thing. That he’s not ready yet. And it’s easy to imagine what it’s like in Seattle, as the days go by and the first signs of doubt creep in. It’s not a question of if, but merely a questions of when he’s going to visit the OWK site again. Sooner or later he will and we can feel his agony as he realises he came this close to his dreams. And if we listen carefully, we can hear his voice reaching out to us: “My God, what have I done!“
I had my submissive baptism of fire on a misty Saturday morning in a small village in Belgium. Man, I was so nerveus; sweating like a pig with a dildo up it’s ass and turning red, yellow and green like a jawbreaker. I wasn’t scared of the pain and perils that awaited me, but scared of putting my dreams to the test. After shaping, carving and polishing them for so many years, I had a genuine fear that reality could never be that beautiful. But fleeing with the tail between my legs was not an option; I’d given my word and that meant something to me. I was about to go in for a three-hour session: the 1st hour with Madame Sarka, the 2nd with Madame Sarka & Mistress Valkyrie and the 3rd with Mistress Valkyrie (now retired). I looked rather pale when Madame Sarka came downstairs to meet me, and I’m still grateful I didn’t puke all over Her of nervousness. But then this unforgettable feeling came over me, a feeling of coming home after a long and tiring journey through life. It lifted me up on graceful wings of submissiveness and showed me a world beyond beauty and dreams. I always thought that the first SM-session was like climbing the highest mountain on earth. I was wrong, that imaginary mountain was just the threshold of a house somewhere in Belgium.
The founding fathers of the Other World Kingdom were indeed men, not Women. They came up with rules, regulations, laws and courts, a hierarchy for both Mistresses and slaves and annual parties to celebrate the superiority of Women. To them Female Supremacy was more than every Mistress for Herself in a private SM-room. And unlike so many contemporary Femdom websites, the OWK was not a porn-site. Bless them! Was it perfect? Of course not, it takes the ingenuity of Women to reach perfection. Truths, half-truths and fantasy intertwined within the OWK. The area itself was very real for example, but it was completely abandoned most of the time; the Ladies were real, but for some of them being a Madame was merely a way to make a living.
It’s easy to come up with several reasons why Mistresses won’t unite, why global rules can’t work, why a centralised slave registration system isn’t doable and why Female Supremacy can only exist on an one-to-one basis. The founding fathers of the OWK had the guts to challenge all that. They tried to show us that we haven’t even scratched the surface of Female Supremacy yet and that its full and rich potential is waiting to be unlocked. I for one give them credit for trying. At least they did that.