So that night in the Pub the Ladies are idly gossiping in the bar area, whilst Brian is washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen. There he is, surrounded by food but too scared to touch any of it, as the Wrath of Loreen is but only a few steps away. 

Also, at this point in time Brian had yet to find out that however laid back and easy going as Madame Clara seamed to be, She turns out to be an expert with a cane and She can turn heads with a well aimed slap, more like knock your head off actually, you wouldn't want Madame Clara to give you a good slapping I can tell you.

Anyway, the two Ladies and David go off to do whatever and Brian is left in the Pub alone, something about mice play when the cats away drifts through Brian's mind. The coffee machine behind the bar is calling to Brian, in fact it's shouting, here I am come and get it. A quick look to see where the Ladies have gone. Yes! They are on their way to the new house. Back to the coffee bar, here is where the Doms come in, coffee was 2 Doms a pop then, Brian thinks I'll have 10 Doms worth please, well they only have small cups. Oh God, coffee, yes. How can anyone be expected to live without coffee, Mmm, and chocolate for that matter, must have another word with David. Brian is on his second cup of coffee and in a state of caffeine induced bliss when, click, click, click, click S***, he gulps down the last of his coffee then makes out that he is washing the dirty glasses and cups behind the bar. Madame Clara looks at him when She comes in, but says nothing and sits down. The problem with getting away with things is that one get more and more confident.

The next day two more working slaves arrive, yes, a little company and as it turns out a lot of fun. Also as it turns out, there is safety in numbers, as at times the Ladies can't quite work out who has done what and they can't keep an eye on all of the slaves all of the time. So today, the Ladies want all of the Long House cleaned. No problem. Brian and his new found cohorts leap to it, and whilst doing so have a good old natter about, well, about all sorts of things, and all sorts of people. The size, shape, good looks, character and demeanor of certain Ladies were top of the list, I wonder why.

Madame Christine turns up. Madame Christine turns out to be a lot of fun. She is a Lady who does most definitely revel in Her Status within the OWK. Although having said that, Brian did see Her quite genuinely angry one day and hiding from Her he thought was a very sensible thing to do.

Time for bed, Madame Loreen escorts the slaves to the slave stable and makes sure we are all in and then leaves. 

OK lets give it about half an hour then it's shower time. How can this be he hears you ask. Well the Ladies don't, as yet, lock the slaves in the slave stable, (no doubt they might do so in future after reading this) So Brian gets up and goes out of the riding stable on the sports park side, down around the outside of the Pub, checks to see that all is quiet and deserted then climbs in through the window that he just happened to have left open that morning. This shower room being on the opposite side of the Long house from where the OWK Ladies rooms are, means that he can also put the light on as they would not be able to see it. Heaven, hot water gushes all over him, this is even better than the illicit coffee. Standing there in the shower Brian thinks, the Ladies don't fall out of bed too early in the mornings so He can have a shower in the morning too, things are definitely looking up.

I wish it had been that easy. It appears that Madame Loreen can smell chocolate even if it is a thousand yards down wind of Her.

Was She displeased? That's as silly as asking if the Pope is a Catholic. After confiscating said chocolate Madame Loreen has Brian viciously attack Her open hand with his face. She then proceeds to put his ass in a sling with the consummate ease that comes from many hours of practice with the single tail whip that She is so fond of. Well you win some you lose some thinks Brian, but the cost of losing to Madame Loreen is somewhat high so, a little more stealth and cunning is required.

The days pass and thoughts of Beer start to haunt Brian's mind. BEER, now there's a thing. The thought of sitting in a bar having a couple of long cool beers really appeals to Brian. No beer for 3 weeks now. Laying in the slave stable one night one of the other slaves says, "There's a little pub in the village you know, just the other side of the lake at the back of the Long House". "Really?" says Brian.

 "Well, well, what do you think our chances are of going down there having a few beers and getting back without the Ladies knowing?" We are all obviously delirious or just plain stupid, but we decide that the chances of being caught are minimal. So it's a date tomorrow night over the wall and down to the Pub in the village. I wonder if they serve food thinks Brian, thoughts of sizzling steaks along with chocolate pudding and custard fill his thoughts.

The evening meal for the slaves consists of sausages and bread along with a big bowl of colored water. Not to worry thinks Brian a few hours from now it's be time for steak and all the trimmings. Lets hope the Ladies go to bed at a reasonable time tonight, ie: before closing time in the village Pub. Madame Clara announces, "Slaves! Go to bed". That's fine by us thinks Brian, lets go. So it's into the slave stable put on what passes as our Sunday best then creep round the sports park to the big gates at the far end, quick look up and down the road. OK, lets go.

The little Pub in the village is not what you would call 5 star, far from it, then again that's probably a good thing, you won't get any of the Ladies popping in for quick one as it were, thinks Brian. The place is quite crowded and the Landlord is obviously more than a little fond of the golden nectar that he dispenses. We get our beer and I ask the Landlord if he does food. 

"Yes, we do food, I fix you something". My Czech is limited and so is the Landlords English, whatever food is on the way. We sit there chatting and drinking and yep here comes the food, wow, sausages and bread. After the initial disappointment we all think this is very funny. One of the young Czech guys in the bar talks to us. 

Everyone there knows where we have come from and they all know what goes on there, but no one seems to mind, except the old boy in the far corner who in his drunken stupor keeps shouting Sado Masicista and pointing in our direction. Anyway as it turns out the young guy is a member of the OWK web-site but as yet has not had the nerve to visit but was interested in anything and everything about the place.

After having had one beer too many it was time to leave, so it's back to the slave stable. Walking along the road constantly looking over your shoulder, worrying that a car carrying one of the Ladies might go by, is not the easiest thing to do when you have had too much to drink. And the thought of entering the slave stable to find the Ladies waiting for you didn't even bear thinking about. Whatever all was well we were back in the slave stable and no one was the wiser.

Next morning, time for a shower, so it's down to the swimming pool in through the window, shower, shave, clean the old teeth. Hmmm, it's really quite early, the pool looks very inviting, lets have a swim thinks Brian. Sploosh, yeah this is alright a quick 10 lengths hop out dry dress and back to the slave stable to await the arrival of the Ladies.

Brian's time at the OWK is soon over and whilst sitting in the departure hall at Prague airport thinking about the OWK one or two little things sprang to mind that make him smile

Such as;

Slave. "Please may I have a shower Madame?"

Answer. "Dogs smell, horses smell, so do slaves. NO!"

Slave being caned. "Madame stop, no more Madame stop."

Answer. (In a voice full of disbelief)  "Did I say you could tell me what to do!" Whack, whack, whack.

One very pleasant little episode also drifted through his thoughts. The hour and a half spent with Madame Loreen while She read a book as She sat in an easy chair with a very small pair of shorts on, whilst He washed Her feet, then massaged Her feet and finally spent about 20 minutes or so licking and sucking Her toes. She certainly appeared to enjoy Herself, Brian CERTAINLY did.

And here he was all in one piece having had a wonderful time, and already planning his next trip to the Realm of dreams. 

Things could always be worse.