Is everyone sitting comfortably? Then I will begin!

Once upon a time there was a slave who was bereft of a Mistress, and therefore without any firm Female guidance with which to regulate his life. We will call this slave Brian.

He was idly surfing the net one day (you see, idly surfing the net, definitely a slave with no Mistress) when he stumbled upon the OWK web-site. His eyes popping from his head he eagerly read about this wondrous place, somewhere that up until now had only been something that he had dreamed of.

Making a very hasty decision (not thinking of what the consequences might be...situation normal for a lot of slaves.) he immediately tapped out an e-mail to the Beautiful Madame Gabriel at the OWK office, asking in a most polite manner as to the possibility of him being allowed to enter the Realm of the OWK as a working slave.

Above: Area of the Queen's Palace

Having done this he finished his meal and coffee licked his plate clean put it back in the cupboard then wiped his coffee cup out with corner of the curtain. Having done the housework he then sat back to daydream of high walls, Palaces and Beautiful Dominant Ladies.

Unlike a number of Ladies that he would come across in the not too distant future, he was awake and out of bed bright and early the next morning, thoughts of the OWK uppermost in his mind. But all was not well. There was a nagging little voice in the back of his mind saying, hold on boy, lets not get carried away here. Is the OWK for real? Or is it another rip off?. It is an unfortunate reality that there are those who would promise the earth, take your money and deliver nothing, and having been caught out more than once, doubts were setting in as to the OWK being just too good to be true. As it turned out good is a massive understatement where the OWK is concerned and he also found that every slave he spoke to had also had these very same thoughts and worries about the OWK.

With the dreary thought of the OWK just being another rip off he trudged off to work.

He now had his mouse arrow hovering over the send button, finger all a quiver, TAP, send. He sat in stunned silence as he watched outlook express do it's thing. He read the screen, send message using supanet. Executing, executing, had he signed his own death warrant or possibly something pretty close to it.

OK, flights booked, OWK informed of arrival time and duration of stay,

PANIC.

During the day he found it hard to concentrate on what he should have been doing (I hear a chorus of Mistress's say) his thoughts were constantly filled with how much fun it might be if the OWK were to be real.

When the hooter went he was off home like a shot, will there be an e-mail from the Goddess Gabrielle awaiting him? He was not disappointed, the message came up;

From OWK.. POP, that was the sound his socks made as they flew off his feet, WOW! Can it be true?

The e-mail was very business like, stating that, he would be allowed to serve in the Realm of Her Majesty Queen Patricia as a working slave. After doing a quadruple backward summersault (well come on, this IS a fairytale folks) he read all of the conditions for doing so. Lost in a haze of euphoria and glee all doubts about the OWK disappeared in a puff of smoke and he hurriedly and without trepidation set about booking flights to the Czech Republic . On- Line booking is a marvel of modern technology, in no time at all he had received a confirmation e-mail of his flight reservation. This information to hand he typed out an e-mail to the OWK informing them of his time of arrival at Prague airport and that he would be pleased and honored to be able to serve Her Majesty for four weeks, brave Lad, others may describe it otherwise but whatever, in for a penny in for a pound, four weeks it was to be.

Now, after having paid for his flights and e-mailed the OWK to say that he was on way, words like, look before you leap, engage brain before acting and Oh God, what have I done! start to run through his mind. This could be a good time to read through the OWK web site fine print as it were. Or more to the point please God tell me I haven't bitten off more than I can chew.

As he reads through the entire web site his initial feelings of trepidation turn into something akin to rabies. So whilst frothing at the mouth and sweating profusely he hears a God like voice in his head saying, I will pray for you my son.

So ends the first chapter of "A Leap in The Dark", according to Anon.

To the right: Relics from the Torture Museum in Prague City.

Above: Side view of the Queens Palace - evening. 

An E-mail arrives from OWK. It is confirmation that they are expecting him, and that transport will be at Prague airport to whisk him away to the OWK. Right, so far so good. So he thinks, lets go with an open mind as to whether the OWK really does exist, at the very worst if I get to Prague to find that it is all a hoax then I will have four weeks to see the Czech Republic.

The great day arrives and whilst sitting in the departure lounge he is daydreaming about strict Leather clad Ladies such as Madame Loreen, Clara, Christine, Sarka oh the list goes on and on, the dreams get more and more and real. Jesus! I need a drink he thinks to himself. He makes his way to the bar and says to the barman, Whisky, a bloody great big one, in fact make that two. As he loosens his tie and undoes the top button of his shirt he thinks that a couple of large whiskies might just soothe his mounting apprehension. He downs his drinks then hears the call for his flight, so much for soothing whisky he thinks as his apprehension bubbles up once more.

His usual boredom with flying is forgotten due to his mind dwelling on such things as, just how strict are these Ladies? Will he be able to cope? Will he be able to give these Ladies the type of service that they are accustomed to? Will he survive?

The engines throttle back and he realizes that the aircraft is just about to touch down. Well, Prague airport looks to be quite a modern place, and indeed it is. He collects his bags goes through passport control and heads for the arrivals hall doors. Well! In for a penny, in for a pound, here goes.

WOW

There right in front of him is a guy holding a sign that in big letters says;  

                             OWK

This guy turns out to be David, a long term slave within the OWK. He goes towards David with some trepidation but also with a huge amount of relief but mostly with excitement and a little voice in his mind saying you lucky lucky boy.

He introduces himself to David and hopes that this Taxi driver from the Realm of Queen Patricia speaks at least a little English. No worries David speaks good English. He is soon on his way to the OWK, wow, this is too good to be true he thinks so he sets about asking David all the questions he can think of with regards to what it's like at the OWK. David turns out to be a mine of information, and good reliable information at that. 

Above: View of the stables - dawn.

In fact David turns out to be a really good Lad, DEFINITELY someone who, any prospective slave going to the OWK might think about dropping 200 Marlboro David's way, as you never know when you might need David to come to your rescue.

After about an hour and half David points along the road and says, "OWK. This is it". The tower of the Queens Palace shimmers in the noon day sun whilst Brian sweats and frets in the passenger seat. The gates of the high outer wall open, David drives in and Brian then watches in stunned silence as the gates thud shut. David takes Brian into the shop, does his little reception bit then goes off to find one of the Ladies to inform Her that a new working slave has arrived. Brian looks around the shop, not really seeing what is on sale there due to the fact that a feeling of panic is coming over him. It's not too late he thinks, to tell them it's all been a horrible horrible mistake and that if it's alright with you I will just leave quietly.

Madame Loreen glides gracefully into the shop. Now I remember why I'm here, on second thoughts, maybe I will stay thinks Brian. Madame Loreen smiles sweetly at Brian and stands there with Her foot outstretched. David is standing behind Her making pointing motions towards the floor and making out as if he is kissing something. 

Brian may be daft but he's not stupid and so gets down on his knees and kisses Madame Loreens boots. He looks up at the Lady, She gives him another smile and then as She turns away She motions Brian to follow Her. Brian dutifully trots behind Her, all sorts of naughty thoughts going through his mind. The Lady is undoubtedly more beautiful in person than on film, and doesn't She look good, a confident and beautiful Lady all in leather, lace and perfume, now that really is a heady mixture.

So, into the reception room, Madame Loreen sits at the desk that is in the middle of a large circular carpet and opens the slave register. As She does so and without looking up, She quietly says, "Strip". By this time Brian's pulse is racing, small beads of sweat are beginning to appear on his forehead and he appears to have lost control of all of his skills of co-ordination. With a sheepish look on his face Brian stands there wearing just his underpants. Madame Loreen lifts Her eyes from the slave register looks at him and then very deliberately puts Her elbow on the desk then points Her outstretched index finger at Brian's underpants then swiftly and decisively drops Her finger. The order although unspoken is very plain. Brian discards his last vestige of modesty and stands totally naked in front of a Lady that he only met 2 minutes ago. Madame Loreen then weighs and  measures him, then gives him his slave clothes and blankets. Madame Loreen then tells him to get on his knees and open his bags, these She searches quite thoroughly. Satisfied that there is no contraband within his bags She proceeds to put his wallet, passport, watch and mobile phone in a large envelope seals it and signs it. She then stands up, picks up a cane and tells Brian to bend over the whipping bench that is in front of the window. "Yes Madame", he finally recovers the power of speech. Once bent over the whipping bench Madame Loreen gives him 15 strokes of the cane and then says, "Welcome to OWK".

With that, She tells Brian to pick up all his things and to follow Her. She takes him to the slave stable, a minus five star affair that is at the dark end of the Riding Hall. Once within the gloomy and austere confines of this windowless hovel She tells Brian to make his bed, put his things away, and then report to Her in the Pub.

The Pub is quiet and empty when Brian gets there, not a soul to be seen, so he has a little look at the array of videos that are on the T.V. stand (television that is). Click, click, click, click, the unmistakable sound of stiletto heels on stone precedes the arrival of Madame Loreen and Clara. Time enough for Brian to get on his knees and bow his head. 

The Ladies stroll past him sit down and talk between themselves. He can't understand a word but it sounds very nice. The Ladies are laughing and smiling which is always a pleasant sight and sound. 

After a while the Lovely Madame Clara says to Brian, "Come here!" (Madame Clara speaks excellent English.) Brian crawls over and kneels in front of Her looking down as he is, he thinks, nice boots. She puts a finger under his chin lifts his head and says; "Today you will do cleaning in the Palace. Go and wait outside. I will be there shortly".     "Yes Madame".

The Czech meaning of shortly is obviously totally different to the English meaning, as after some considerable time Brian was thinking that at this rate he was going to grow old and die kneeling in front of the Palace doors. Madame Clara finally arrives and takes him into the Palace. She shows him where the cleaning materials are and where to get water. Feeling brave Brian asks, "Please Madame what do you wish me to clean". Madame Clara looks at him quizzically, almost in shock, then says, "Clean all". "Oh", says Brian. "What are you waiting for", says Madame Clara. "Go to the top of the Tower start there and clean everything from there down to the Queens prison in the cellar". With that She turns on Her heel and leaves.

Never having been in the Palace he starts to climb the stairs looking for the way up to the top of the tower. This is not too difficult to find and on arrival there finds the top room to be a very swish little room full of everything that a Lady may require to have fun in making her slave squeal and shout. Somewhat dusty though, still there is a very good view from up there.

Brian begins to clean the place and soon works his way down to the Queens Library. It took quite some time to clean the Library as there were so many interesting books and magazines to look at, a most interesting room. By about what Brian guessed was the middle of the afternoon he had worked his way down to the Throne room. He was thinking, I wonder what time lunch is around here? Which led to the thought, I wonder if slaves actually get lunch round here?

Madame Clara appears and tells Brian to go to the Pub. Food, he thinks! Yes, he gets to the Pub and David gives him a bowl of soup and some bread along with a bowl of steaming colored water. Brian sits on one of the slave stools in the pub and looks at what he has been given. 

Madame Loreen, in a very sweet voice says, "Well?" Brian says, "Please may I have a coffee Madame?". "COFFEE! Slaves do not have coffee, slaves have Tea", pointing to the steaming colored water in his bowl. Thank God for that thinks Brian, it's Tea. And tea was all it was, he couldn't see any milk or sugar and didn't feel like pushing his luck by asking for any. The bread was good, which was more than could be said for the hot water and floaty bits that were masquerading as soup. Anyway, it was a lot better than nothing. Brian throws it down his throat with gusto as he is very hungry. Eating and drinking it all quickly was a mistake, because as soon as he had finished Madame Loreen says, "Bowls in kitchen! Back to work!" Hmm, thinks Brian, a more leisurely approach required next time.

So back to the Palace, back to the cleaning. Now in the Throne room he has a look around at the Coats of Arms on the wall, pops up onto the stage and has a poke around to see if there is anything interesting laying around. No, not much, he looks down the length of the room see the Queens Throne and thinks, well I may as well start there. So he climbs the steps to the Throne and thinks, I wonder what the view is like from up here. 

The thought of giving the Throne a little test drive crossed his mind but thoughts of dire consequences for being caught doing so set alarm bells ringing in his head. No! don't think that's a good idea. So the Throne and the steps leading to it got cleaned and then it was on to the room itself. Man, that is a big floor, lots of windows, seats and tables, then there was the stage too. This is going to take quite some time he thinks. He wasn't wrong, just polishing the floor took him up to sundown. Sundown, I wonder what time the evening meal is? 9.30pm was the answer to that. Madame Clara arrives to rescue him from starvation. So it's off to the Pub.

Guess what, soup, bread and what passes as Tea. Madame Clara looks at him and smiles, "It is good yes?"  Madame Loreen is not here so he says, "It would be better with coffee Madame". "COFFEE! Slaves do not have coffee", and with that She tells him to get on with eating. Just as he is about to begin, Madame Loreen appears and Madame Clara laughingly tells Her something. Oh dear, Madame Loreen comes over, She has a severe look on Her face, She says, "You ask for coffee again!". "Ah, yes Madame" says Brian. For this honest answer he gets a big slap in the mouth after which Madame Loreen takes away his soup, bread, and tea. Lesson number one, DON'T PISS MADAME LOREEN OFF, as She can be really really mean if you do. Very shortly after this Madame Clara takes him to the slave stable and says, "Sleep". Right, well there isn't much else to do in the slave stable, Spartan is an understatement. He lays there thinking about things like, I wonder what time kick off is in the morning? Do you get a shower? Wow it's dark in here, Please God make breakfast a big meal as I'm starving, and, jeez I hope more slaves turn up shortly.

Madame Clara and Loreen finally surface at about 10 o'clock and come into the Pub sit down and everyone has breakfast, well, the Ladies have breakfast. Brian has bread meat paste and colored water. When all is finished and Brian has cleared all the dishes away and washed them he goes back into the pub and gets down on his knees. 

Madame Loreen gets up and using Her index finger motions Brian to follow Her. She takes him out into the hallway of the long house and tells him to strip. She puts him in the stocks and then picks up a single tail whip, Her favorite weapon of attack when She wishes to make a point. 

"You were not in the slave stable when I went for you!"  "Er, no Madame". "Did you ask my permission to leave the slave stable?", "No Madame. NO!" 

Whack whack whack whack whack, no holds barred, full bore and fast. A quick 20 or 30 Brian wasn't actually counting, he was too busy wriggling and squirming and thinking, lesson number two, the quickest way of pissing off Madame Loreen is to do something without asking Her permission. And don't let Madame Loreen's petite frame and sweet smile fool you into thinking that She cannot be a real Demon with a whip.

 As I said Brian may be daft but he's not totally stupid, he did have the foresight to conceal some money from Madame Loreen's search of his bags. One never knows when a little loot might come in handy. So a little later in the afternoon David slips into the Palace and crosses Brian's palm with the means by which he can get himself into some serious trouble. A slave with Doms, whatever next, a color T.V. with surround sound in the slave stable perhaps. Anyway, Brian thinks to himself as long as he's careful, what the Ladies don't see or don't know about won't hurt them. Or more to the point it won't hurt him.    Page 2