The men working the store wore the same uniform as our driver with the addition of black leather collars.  Our driver quickly pulled out of his pocket and donned his collar as well.   I recalled that one of the laws of OWK was “all male creatures must wear collars”.  That was when I knew.  OWK was real.  Such a thrill! 

Immediately I took out the collar I had stowed in my purse and directed my slave to kneel on the white tile floor in front of the register counter to be collared.  I could tell by their reactions that the other staff were actual submissives.

Second order of business was changing money.  Now mind you, we had already changed our money into Czech currency at the hotel.  We now had to change our already confusing Czech currency into Doms.  Doms are the official currency of OWK featuring a drawing of a woman dominating a man that comes in two denominations of 1 and 5 Doms (maybe there was a 10? I didn’t handle the money so I’m not sure).  Throughout the visit, my slave kept throwing his hands up and stating he had no absolutely no idea what he was are paying for anything here! Quite clever and amusing from a domination point of view.

(Writing this account made me laugh to tears, so I just now called him and he got frustrated all over again about not knowing the actual worth of a Dom.  Hilarious.)

That store was one of the best I have ever seen in the world.  It was small but it stocked amazing items I never saw anywhere else.   Of course it had OWK books and videos, but it also had fetish clothes and toys.  Plus you could buy the metallic leather Guardess uniforms that came in both silver and gold including matching boots! (but not the black ones those were reserved only for the Queen’s Guard).  On that trip I got a pair of black latex thigh high lace-up boots.  I mean real lace-up, not with hooks but with metal rings so you have to pass the long laces through every single ring.  Later they expanded the store with a big back room full of their own line of logo toys.  On my last trip there they sold off the last few items before shutting it down.  Sigh.

After checking in at the shop, we walked through the inner gate down a paved path to the Long House.  From the collaring forward I expected my slave to be on his best behavior and follow all my strict protocols such as walking two steps behind me on my right side. But at OWK I added on even more protocols.  I told him to walk in the dirt because I knew that another law of OWK was “all paths are forbidden to male creatures”.

We were already having an amazing scene and it was just the beginning our visit.  

The rooms at OWK are primarily in the Long House.  I can’t be sure what aspects were present that first visit and which were on subsequent visits as every time I went there they had made major improvements to the grounds inside and out.  Club Wanda was the nightclub, which was open every night with a full bar and play stations available until the last Mistress decided to leave.  And the pub where all the meals were served was definitely there.  Other aspects I remember of the Long House include a lap pool, billiards, fireplace, and the Bathory dungeon, which could be rented for private play and had an adjacent luxury suite.  And of course there were the many playstations. One of my favorite playstations was directly inside the entrance.  It was a real boot shine station like you would find in a subway or corporate building lobby with some added SM details.

Our room was tiny but efficiently decorated with Ikea-type furniture, twin beds (thoughtful touch given the likelihood of professionals frequenting the accommodations), nightstands, our own bathroom and every room I ever had included a metal cage as well as an umbrella stand filled with canes. It was like an SM dorm room. 

On a subsequent visit I was given the large suite over the gift shop (which was the building where the Guardesses and staff males lived) that room had a cross and other play furniture in it and seated several people for a little party I held there.  And I loved that it had a balcony too.  The Queen and her personals lived in the Palace and the Princess was sometimes there too.

I had my slave unpack while I studied the itinerary and changed into full Dominatrix gear.  All male creatures must wear at least underwear and a collar and many would wear only that depending on the weather.

Shortly after arrival we were taken on a small group tour of the grounds by Head Guardess Madame Clara, who spoke English.  

Unbelievable!  There were the three buildings I already mentioned, Gift Shop, Long House and the Palace. Plus a real Stable that had stalls and straw beds, which was where the State Slaves were kept.  Behind the stable was a circular racetrack for human pony races that had a pond and fountain in the middle and a grandstand for the Mistresses to watch the races.  There was also a large metal outdoor dog kennel where you could keep your slave, should you choose.  

One of my favorite aspects was the electricity generator.  It was a wheel such as you might have seen in images of third world countries pulled by oxen to power a well.  But of course this was pushed by male creatures who would walk in a circle.  You could see when they were successful at generating electricity because a light bulb on the stable lit up.

At each location there were State Slaves demonstrating as Madame Clara explained the facilities so it was a great show.  State Slaves were either actual personal slaves to the Queen or men who attended the celebration unaccompanied by a Mistress.  They wore black T-shirts with giant white dots where a number was written with a sharpie.  

Later I found out that these numbers were not random, the first few were issued and held by the Queen’s personal slaves.  With Number One being assigned to her first and most loyal State Slave osel, which means donkey in Czech.  They were available to any Mistress to request, which I did on occasion. 

Next to the wheel there was an outdoor play area on a stage where you could play anytime.  I made sure to skip some of the festivities every visit and do a few hours playing outside there.  More on that later.

We were only shown two parts of the Palace as the rest were private areas for the Queen.  The Throne Room on the second floor was accessed by a grand staircase and had a real theatrical stage at one end and rows of elegant seating and coffee tables.  Sometimes the Queen sat on a small throne at the other end from the stage surrounded by the Guardesses and State Slaves who sat on the floor.  Sometimes the official royal throne was in place, which was on top of a series of stairs.  Off of the Throne Room there was the Banquet Room and a Billiard Room as well as bathrooms and a lounge area.  

In later years there was a dungeon up inside the palace tower, which could also be rented for private scenes and where the Queen’s art collection and toy collection were displayed.

The tour ended on the ground level past the formal entrance attended by white wigged footmen slaves through a hallway with a trap door leading down to the underground dungeon.  It was a converted stone wine cellar with actual jail cells installed!

We were completely awestruck.  I don’t think there has ever been a more fantastic place to play in the world than OWK.  Nothing else I have seen has ever come close to that level.

Well, the grounds were real but I was still doubtful that the Guardesses featured in the book would actually be there.  Until I saw her.  Sarka.  In person.  I turned to my slave and had a minor freak out moment saying something like “there she is, she is here, it’s Sarka, she is here”.  On the second day I had my slave buy me a new OWK book and find a sharpie then I went up to Sarka and asked her to sign it.  She was so sweet and nodded politely while I tried to talk to her and then she said “no English, sorry, no English” through a big smile.  

Since then she has learned to speak English very well and we have become friends.  She remains, in my opinion, as one of the most beautiful Dominatrices in the world and of course is very skilled.  

She did tell me the truth years later, that I was correct in thinking that some of the first Guardesses were hired as models.  She was asked by a photographer if she would be willing to pose for SM photos and she agreed having no idea what lay in store for her.  But it was meant to be.  On that shoot she discovered that she loved dominating men and has never looked back.

After the tour we went to the pub for some food.  I was born, raised and have always resided in California so my taste in food tends toward either Mexican or California Cuisine.  The Eastern European cuisine is not my favorite.  It seemed like every meal over there was a huge hunk of meat swimming in gravy with potatoes and perhaps a scant few pieces of vegetable (same deal when I went to Germany).  Not my thing.  If available, the chicken was always gone by the time we got there.  I did enjoy the deep fried fritters though.  Fortunately for me the chef Klaus was a fan of mine and he routinely came out from the kitchen when I arrived to prepare something special just for me. 

That first lunch we got to eat outside, which was only possible when weather permitted, which wasn’t often.  Most of the time we ate in the pub.  There were chairs for the ladies and tiny stools for the men as another OWK law was “Sitting on chairs is forbidden to male creatures”.  

I loved to sit in that pub.  I would introduce myself to people and invite them to sit at our table until it was full of interesting strangers and old friends.  It was a unique opportunity to learn about BDSM culture around the world.