Meeting an old acquaintance

Yesterday I met an old acquaintance of Me (Patrick). Someone who I liked very much since he was very submissive to Me but evenly hard and strict towards My slaves. The kind of chaperone I am looking for for years. Unfortunately, at the time he had been lying to Me about a slavegirl he had been using for himself without telling Me (she was originally used by Me!).

Anyway, I had kicked him out and he had respected that. But yesterday I ran into him again and he immediately told Me that he was so sorry that he had betrayed Me and that he regretted it so much that our “relationship” had been broken.

He said that the short relationship he had with Me was by far the best he ever had and admitted that it was entirely his fault and that he’d do anything to make it up. When I asked him why he did not contact Me sooner, he said that he respected My decision and understood My anger. But he immediately added that he’d be at My boots again as soon as I snapped My fingers! Of course I felt flattered and he really was the kind of guy I was looking for: one who worships, serves and obeys Me like a Goddess, but at the same time help Me to keep My slaves under heel and punish them whenever I’d desire that. I have tried this with one or two other guys, but always they turn out to be or longing to be treated like My slaves or not to be 100% submissive and obedient to Me. It was the same with Patrick, but at least he was the only one that I feel I can change him.

Anyway, we had a few drinks together after a while I got turned on a bit and we kissed again. A bit later, I explained Myriam about My plans and we went to a hotel. There I made him worship Me, kiss My boots passionately and used his belt to give him a kind of punishment before we had fantastic sex! After that, I ordered him to offer his mouth for My little pee and I  pissed in his face and mouth. I knew that he finds that very humiliating, but he submitted nevertheless! It was just to emphasize the nature of our relation.

Maybe I did wrong, but I told him I’d consider giving him a second chance and might start seeing him again.

Lady Contessa Pat

 

Visiting Madame Jeanine

I was in France this weekend, invited by a French Friend. She had promised Me that it would be a great day and that I would really enjoy Myself. She didn't even have to say all this, because a “rendezvous” with her and other French Friends in the past has always been much fun and very satisfying.

So, I rang at Her door which is about an hour from Paris and as usual I was very warm welcomed. There was not only her own houseslave, but also an extra slave that was specially there to serve Me in all ways I’d might wish.We did not stay long at Jeanine’s and drove off to Paris for having fun in a “specialized” club. slave jean-pierre was driving Us like two Queens, chitchatting on the backseat. At a certain moment, Jeanine put Her leg between the two front seats, putting Her boot on slave André’s lap and ordered him to kiss and tongue-clean the black leather. Not easy in that position, but of course We would never accept this kind of excuses! And thus he bend nearly double and had his tongue touching and lapping the leather while We drove through the city. To Our fun, he did not stop when the car had halted for a red light and several people could see his humiliating activity. One of them even knocked on the window pointing at him while laughing.

When We arrived, We both had put on big sunglasses to prevent that someone on the street would take a picture of Us entering the club and post a recognizable picture on the net. Our outfits, Jeanine in Her thick fur coat over her thigh high boots and Me all in black leather, and two man bowing and opening doors for Us could make people on the street think We were kind of movie stars and thus could trigger them to take pictures.

In the club, We were welcomed by two extra slaves that would serve Us the whole evening (and were going to “arrange” all financial “aspects…hahahahahaaa). After showing their submission and offering themselves as Our slaves they kissed Our boots and showed the room that would be available for Us throughout the evening. In that room also another slave was cuffed and chained to the wall and Jeanine told Me that it was something extra and that he was there just for Us to give free reign to Our sadism! An offer I have taken with both hands! Indeed, it was said that he was a real painslut and thus We did not need to withhold Ourselves on him! The room was also well equipped for that with tens of different whips, fine chains, canes, crops, “matraques” and other clubs,… But also several devices to administer electro-shocks, nipple clamps, finger claws,…and I can tell you that I had enjoyed Myself very much with the latter! Nice steel claws that ripped skin without much effort! I felt like a tigress ripping My prey! However, before that We had relaxed and the large and comfortable plush seats while We were served by Our slaves and watched in turn how the other One whipped the slave. During that, I enjoyed a good massage while I urged two other slaves to worship and kiss My boots. During the whippings, We praised each other for Our skills with the different whips and I nearly orgasmed when two slaves were kissing My boots while I whipped the one at the wall with a very cruel single-tail that created distinct red stripes with each hit!

I don’t know if all Dominant Ladies have this, but such a situation gives Me that intoxicating feeling of power and makes Me horny like hell! And than it gets tricky for the one at the other side of My whip, because then it becomes difficult not to cross certain borders!

Anyway, before it got a bit dangerous, Jeanine was so smart to interrupt and ask Me to change and have fun as well with the whip I had in My hands.

Also, We had special drinks for them: In the toilet several glasses were placed with a note that they were only to be used for “drinks” for slaves. And thus, I filled up two medium glasses the first time I had to go… The second time I went to the toilet, I had thrown a glass with My piss over the whipped slave’s back! he screamed it out and yelled that it stung like hell!

“Piquant…”, My Friend had said with joy. After that, I had ordered slave jean-pierre to lick up every drop that had fallen down on the floor. At first, he was a bit reluctant, since he was aware that some of it was mixed with the slave’s blood… but with the aid of Her whip, Jeanine managed to make him and her slave andré start to lick it all up in no time! Due to that, She had stepped in some of the yellow-reddish liquid and thus the two other slaves knew what to do and a few minutes later the soles of her boots were like new again!

Then, We had a ride through the club on Our two other slaves. Indeed, We had Our slaves down on all fours and rode them through the room. We did not stop at the door of the “black room” but continued Our ride into the bar of the club. After a few minutes of walking around speeding up Our “ponies” with Our crops and heels, a woman who was sitting at the bar called Jeanine’s name. It took her a few seconds, but then Jeanine recognised the Woman, and called out her name in surprise: Brigitte! Jeanine immediately pulled her slave’s hair and turned towards the Lady who was clearly dominant. Not only her outfit did reveal that, but the slave at her thigh high boots left no doubt. First Jeanine “dismounted” and hugged her Friend and seconds later I did the same. Like with most Dommes, Maitresse Brigitte seemed to be a very sympathetic woman who knew very well how to get what she wanted from males. The slave at her high shiny boots showed the results of that!

Anyway, We had a nice chat with Her while We had Our slaves at Our boots, showing Our superiority over males by throwing peanuts and little cookies that We got with our drinks on the floor for our slaves. Of course, they had to pick them up, but were not allowed to use their hands and on a few occasions, We stepped on such a nut or cookie, completely crumbling and mouldering them so Our slaves had to lick the remains not only from the floor, but also from Our soles! Indeed, the floor of the club was not to be soiled and that of course was also the case for Our boot soles!  

After Our nice chat with Madame Brigitte, We went back to Our black room where the slave was still hanging in his chains for another round of Our whips! However, Jeanine apparently thought that it was more fun using one of the cattle prods that were available and she tortured him for more than ten minutes with it. It made him jump in his chains like a madman each time She touch his body, making that typically sound although that was always immediately drown out by his screaming! I guess I am a more like an old school Mistress as I stuck to a good old-fashioned whipping with several whips while four slaves were kissing My boots or trying too. Not that easy for them because I deliberately moved around to make them crawl during the process and I enjoyed their efforts to do as I had ordered! It is always nice to see men doing there utmost best to please You…

Unfortunately, clock ticked mercilessly and before We realised, Madame Brigitte came to tell Us that it was time since another Lady had reserved for the black room.

We had another drink in the bar (while Our slaves cleaned the black room for the next “customers”) and left for the restaurant where I had diner with My French Friend who once again had given Me a fantastic day!

Thanks Jeanine!

 Lady Contessa Pat

Horseback riding in the weekend with Myriam and Madam Petra

Last Saturday and Sunday I had a riding weekend in the Ardennes with My Friends Myriam and Petra. I had ordered servant michael to join Me and Petra brought her slave dave. For rudy, Myriam's new servant, it was actually a baptism by fire. he was not only at Mine and Madam Petra’s boots for the first time, but he was taken to a horse riding for the first time as well. And, he was tested quite quickly because Petra in particular immediately made it clear that he had better obey and serve Us for 200% and before he knew it he had already received two blows in the face with her riding crop! he was a bit shocked by that! But instead of pity, he received a few kicks and lashes from his owner. Then Petra's slave dave had to show him how our boots should be cleaned. I don't think I need to draw a picture of that... So, after we had arrived and had greeted Madam Petra warmly (We with hugs and kisses, Our servants with kisses on Her boots), Myriam introduced her new servant and, as already written, he immediately got to feel the whip. So, after We had given him a lesson, We took our servants to Our rooms to change clothes. So, I also exchanged My fashionable high boots for sturdy riding boots and had michael lick them clean. Meanwhile, I had a riding crop in My hand that I made playfully, but also threateningly, whistle above his head. From left to right and vice versa. It always has the desired effect for I saw My servant cowering in fear. When I came back downstairs, Petra was also ready, booted and spurred. While We heard that Myriam was upstairs giving her servant another lesson!

We had rented a secluded house in a small village not too far from the riding school where we could stable our horses and where Petra could rent a horse. Due to the fact that there were no neighbours in a radius of several hundred meters We didn't have to hold back with Our servants and slave! A group of three women and three men was of course not suspicious AND it gave us the opportunity to stop at our house during Our rides and “use” our servants and slave to the fullest. By the way, it was there and then that it was clear that Myriam's servant had learned his lesson at the arrival, because he licked the soles of all three of our riding boots clean without complaining. When We stopped a first time at the little house. Less than fifteen minutes later we were at the riding school. The horse for Petra, a beautiful gelding, was already ready and was clearly excited when We arrived. But, Madam Petra did not agree on the fact that She’d had to ride without spurs and thus She had a serious discussion with the owner of the riding school before We left for the forest, where our servants were immediately ordered to open a bottle of champagne and fill our glasses (which they carried in their backpacks). Then Petra asked “servant rudy” if he wanted champagne, and less than a minute later he was licking the champagne off Petra's riding boots. Indeed, she simply poured some of her glass over the leather and snapped her fingers. Not that this was actually audible (it couldn't be heard through the leather of her gloves), but he still understood what was expected of him.

Later in the restaurant, of course we had ordered plain water for them, while We chose the most expensive wine for Ourselves. The waiter laughed awkwardly, but of course didn't elaborate. Actually, our servants were lucky that they were allowed to join Us to the restaurant! Usually, We don't do that and they get some water and bread in a bowl or something somewhere! “You can't always leave your dog at home when going to diner, right?” Myriam had said jokingly.

When we got back to the house later that night, “sklave dave” had to attach spurs to the high thigh boots of his Owner, Madam Petra. She was indeed somewhat indignant that she had not been allowed to wear spurs while riding the rental horse. She had protested, but the owner absolutely didn't want it. I suggested to change horses and that I would ride the rental horse without spurs, but petra didn't want that either. Anyway, when We got back, She made up for it! Also, I am sure that servant rudy had to prove his worth that night because, unlike servant michael and slave dave, who were sent to the cellar to sleep after their "services", rudy had been allowed to stay with his Owner all night! An exceptional favor from Myriam, but I guess that he had paid seriously for that!

The next morning, an extensive breakfast buffet was waiting for us of course. The rest of the morning the three of us tested Myriam's new servant-slave rudy. In this way, the etiquette of a slave-Mistress relationship was made clear to him (as far as he still needed it). So, he learned that Ladies like Us are greeted in the specific way We want it, not how a slave thinks it should be and that mistakes are punished with the whip! That a servant or a slave does not do anything without first asking permission from his Owner, that a slave always offer his hands for Our crop if We suggest so, that a slave tongue-cleans Our boots if We want that, even after having walked the stables,… and much more.

In the afternoon, We went riding again, but this time We went the three of Us without Our servants  since they had to clean Our cars thoroughly, clean the house and arrange the renting. We had a nice afternoon riding and when We got back at the riding school, Our servant-slaves where waiting there on a row as if they were valets, but instead of parking Our cars, they took Myriam’s and My horse to the horse trailer so that We could simply have a drink and snack in the cafeteria of the riding school. Although it was not that special weekend, I still wanted to write about it since I realized that it had been so long that I wrote something on My blog.

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante