I had barely finished one punishment setting before the next useless body was ready for Me.

In this rare OWK discipline scene, I remove one slave from the restraint table with the kind of hard kick he deserved; and then turn My attention to the next piece of material waiting on the punishment bench. Together with Lady Samira, I decide how much caning, bastonade and flogging this slave is still able to endure.

His feet, backside and body are completely exposed for Us. I take My time with the cane on his soles, while Samira chooses her own instruments for his backside. Sometimes We alternate. Sometimes We strike together. Sometimes one of Us simply watches while the other enjoys the privilege of correcting him.

What makes this scene especially delicious is Samira’s cruel little tenderness. She strokes his head, whispers to him, calms him almost sweetly; while her other hand delivers sharp, merciless cane strokes. I sit there, watching, smoking, letting My cold expression turn into a satisfied smile when the punishment finally becomes intense enough to amuse Me.

Later, I continue with bastonade while Samira keeps him still, softly controlling his head as if he were something fragile; which of course makes his helplessness even more pathetic. He may whimper, twist and try to escape the pain, but his body remains exactly where We want it: restrained, exposed and available.

Caning, bastonade, flogging, smoking, Double Domination and strict female authority inside the OWK discipline chamber. A beautiful reminder that a slave does not need comfort, dignity or choices. He only needs Mistresses who know how to use him properly.

By the end, he is no longer a man in the room. He is simply the punished surface We decided to use.

Three slaves. Two Mistresses. Hot wax, exposed bodies and absolutely no dignity left to protect.

Inside one of the OWK punishment chambers, Lady Samira and I decide to turn three useless slaves into nothing more than trembling surfaces for our amusement. One is chained to the wall. One lies exposed on the floor. Another is stretched out, already whining before the game has even properly begun.

Each of them holds a candle exactly where we want it, and soon the first drops of hot wax begin to fall onto cock, balls and bare skin. Samira starts with the slave on the floor, slowly covering his exposed weakness while I correct the one at the wall and make sure the wax lands precisely where it belongs.

The hairy one gives us an even better idea: why waste all that wax when it can become a little grooming lesson as well? We pour it generously, laugh at his discomfort and admire the humiliating mess we create. The more they twitch, gasp and complain, the more entertaining they become.

One slave proves especially sensitive, almost pathetic under the smallest drops. Another seems more durable, so naturally we test how much more he can take. I sit back, smoke my cigarette, watch Samira work, and enjoy every second of their helpless reactions.

By the end, wax covers their most exposed and shameful places. A candle becomes decoration, punishment and ridicule at once. Because a slave’s body is only useful when two superior women find a purpose for it.

Hot wax play, CBT, candle punishment, slave humiliation, double domination and three OWK slaves used for our cruel amusement.

Six slaves. Two dominant women. One living carpet.

Lady Samira and I transform an elegant OWK room into a private playground of obedience. Six slaves are arranged on the floor, side by side, reduced to a soft, breathing path beneath our feet.

I walk over them in patent stilettos, nylon stockings and my strict white blouse, calm and perfectly balanced, taking my time with every step. Backs, bellies, thighs, faces, cock and balls become part of the floor beneath me.

Samira joins with her own cruel elegance, first in stilettos, then in stockings, using the human carpet exactly as it deserves to be used. When one useless assistant loses control and ruins her balance, he earns a sharp cane lesson while I watch with cold satisfaction.

The slaves are turned over, rearranged and used again: stiletto trampling, stocking feet, belly jumping, caning, whipping, human furniture, faces as footrests, hands used for balance, and six male bodies reduced to one obedient surface.

A rare, long, multi-slave Double Domination scene with Mistress Katharina and Lady Samira.

I bring Lady Samira a little surprise for the evening: a restrained male submissive on all fours, locked into his place with a collar, chain leash and an electric device wrapped around his most sensitive weakness.

A rather convenient toy, actually.

While we sit comfortably on the leather couch, smoking, laughing and enjoying ourselves, he stays exactly where he belongs: down on the floor, exposed, helpless and entirely dependent on our amusement. I hold the remote control in my hand, and every time his suffering starts to entertain us, I decide whether he deserves another electric correction.

Of course he begs. They always do. He crawls, whimpers, squirms and tries to reach our feet, hoping that worship might buy him a little mercy.

How touching.

Lady Samira and I simply look at each other, laugh at him and make the evening more interesting. A male submissive like this has no real purpose except to provide amusement, obedience and a little suffering when two superior women decide they want to be entertained.

And every time he thinks he might finally be allowed to kiss our feet properly, the next impulse reminds him that mercy is not something he gets to negotiate.

A helpless pain toy, two amused women, a remote control, leather couches, cigarettes, stilettos, chains, worship, mockery and plenty of sadistic laughter.

Exactly the kind of evening a slave should be useful for.

When two bored goddesses are in the same room with two fixed slaves with 'Backpfeifengesichtern' it can only lead to one thing: a slap orgy out of the ordinary! Hundreds of times our hands slam on their stupid faces. Recovery from this is only by being as an ashtray or by receiving electric shocks! Count the slaps!

Díe Ohrfeigenorgie

Wenn sich zwei gelangweilte Göttinnen in einem Raum mit zwei fixierten Sklaven mit 'Backpfeifengesichtern' befinden, kann das nur zu einem führen: einer Ohrfeigenorgie sondergleichen! Hunderte Male knallen unsere Hände auf ihre dummen Gesichter. Erholung davon gewährt nur díe Nutzung als Aschenbecher oder Elektroschocks! Zähle díe Schläge mit!