Wintertime.... boottime!

Honestly I am a little bit ashamed of the vast number of boots I have, most of them only worn a few times, but I cannot pass a shop when I see a lovely pair. As I explained this a few weeks ago to a slave, he suggested to take him for “bootshopping”. At that moment, I hit him in the face as I did not wanted to show up in public with a slave. But, after a few days, I started to think it over again and decided that maybe it was not a bad idea at all. I realized it could be fun taking a slave to a city abroad for shopping. Nobody would recognize Me and who would be suspicious about a woman trying on new boots and helped with this by her husband or lover? Like that, a few days ago, we went to a city in the western part of Germany. In the beginning, I was a little bit anxious that nevertheless the fact that we were abroad and in a big city, someone would recognize Me. But, after a while I got acquainted to the anonymity of the big foreign city and I relaxed.
In the beginning I had jan only unzipping the boots I was wearing and helping to put the new ones on, but after a while a started to go further.
Like that, I told him, the boots had a small stain, so he took a clean handkerchief and polished the leather. Later on, he bent completely forward and exhaled on the leather to create some condensation on the leather for better cleaning,….
In one of the shops I pushed the sole in his the face when the shoplady left us for a moment and I ordered him to smell what material the soles were made of and I kicked his face softly with the sole while he was doing so.
In a Western-shop, I found some very vicious looking spurs and tried several. Of course it was jan who fixed them one by one on My boots. Finally, I bought three “special” types!
By the end of the day, I was walking through the streets, My slave behind Me, carrying several bags…..Afterall, wintertime indeed is boottime!
Oooohhh, I love the good life!

Lady Contessa Pat

My favorite character

I remember that when I was something like 14, I watched a movie called “Ilsa, La Louve des SS”. In English known as “Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS”. While My friends all felt sorry for the victims and were disgusted, I enjoyed the movie and felt enormous sympathy for the Ilsa-character. For years I have been fantasizing being “Ilsa” in a prison camp.

Years ago, a friend (who does not know about My secret life) told Me by means of a joke that I reminded him of “Ilsa”. I must admit that at that time, I was ashamed and must have been blushing, but I also remember I got hot like hell! Afterwards, I asked him why he’d called Me like that, and he said that it was because of My clothing, wearing frequently black riding boots and black leather clothes.
Some time later, during a special (BDSM)-party, someone said that I looked like a severe overseer over working slaves and that I’d be an excellent camp guard with My tight fitting jodhpurs and spurred riding boots. A “Modern Ilsa”, he added without knowing himself, that was the biggest compliment he could have made!
Now, already for quite some years, I always go to costumed balls like a Nazi-officer! It makes Me hot like hell, and you’d be surprised what effect that has on “straight” guys! But I’ll write about that another time (if you are interested of course)…

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Sometimes people ask Me how I became a Dominant.
Well, I don’t really know. I think I always felt like that for My whole life. Being surrounded by servants all My life, I think I developed that feeling of superiority from My childhood on. Although it was not as clear as today, I always enjoyed dominating, humiliating and ordering people. The real hardcore dominance, with whippings and so on, only came many years later when a guy literally threw himself at My boots to excuse himself for a carcrash.
When I came from a riding trip, someone crashed into My Porsche. I yelled at him as I was was outraged. The only thing he said was excuses and sorries, although afterwards, I realized, the accident might have been My own fault. Anyway, I suggested to get to My house that was not to far away to fill in the paperwork that had to be done. I remember that all the way, the man was excusing himself for the trouble he had caused! Finally he took all the blame for the accident, signed for it and said that he’d do anything to make it up with Me. He pointed to the dirty marks My riding boots had been making while walking down the hall in a hurry. He said that he’d clean that for Me because I had probably made the marks due to being upset by the accident. First I was surprised, but then I realized what was happening and My dominant nature surfaced. I do not remember exactly but I think I said something like “OK, but I want you to do it properly and that he could only stop when I said so!”
I showed him were to get cleaning material, but he only took a cloth and started to clean the floor on his knees. While I was watching him I had taken My crop in hand and I didn’t move even when he was coming closer to Me. Then he asked Me something like: “shall I clean your boots to Madame”. I remember I got wild (without showing) and simply tapped My boots with the crop to confirm. From that moment on I realized that he had become My slave! And I had become a slave owning Mistress!

Disgrace!

I read a message from a woman who was attacked by some scum while making a horseback trip. I was disgusted! How does he dare!!!!
A few years ago, I also have changed My regular trail to avoid problems. I used to have the habit of taking the same trail regularly. At a certain time, I found out that a guy showed up every week when I was passing by. After 2 or 3 weeks, he greeted Me and called Me openly “Madam”. A week later, he “accidentally” fell on the ground just before I passed and he excused himself for hindering. Since then, I did not take that trail anymore since it was rather remote. One of My friends at the manege told Me she had to whip a man who tried to touch her (and I am sure she is not dominant). Although I think no man would have to try to attack Me on My horse armed with whip and boots. I think he would be surprised and I am sure he would regret it, but at that time I did not want to take risks. I think bastards like that should be locked away and I would not mind being the Commander-in-Chief of that facility. Of course you all know what than would happen with scum like that!
I know that a lot of males look at Me when riding along and secretly long to kiss My boots. I can simply see it in their eyes but I must admit that riding My horse and sitting high above others makes Me feel very powerful over the low creatures beneath Me. It arises Me extremely. But that does not mean they should do more than look and admire!

Lady Contessa Pat

Boot aid

Boot aid

Autumn has come and I am into some new pairs of boots for winter. Since I have not the intention of shopping for hours and hours, I’d like anyone who sees suitable boots for Me on the net (online shop) or in a classic shop (Belgium, Netherlands, France or Germany) to contact Me. The only thing I need from you is the address (url or physical address of the shop) and a picture of them. I’d really appreciate if some of you could send me some proposals or ideas at Madam_kommandante@yahoo.com and maybe if I’d choose them, I might send you personally a picture of Me wearing them….
Ohh yes, the boots must be high (just beneath My knees), in leather (color brown or black), heels max. 5 cm, and preferably they have a pointed tip.

Lady Contessa Pat

Who do you think is the real Domme?

Any idea how it comes these soles are wet?

I get frequently contacted by men who say I am their dream Domme, but when I tell them then to send Me some pics showing how their perfect Mistress should look like, these pics do not show real Mistresses, but rather professionals working hard to please subs. I must admit that some of these Woman look very nice and Dominant, but some things make me think it is all a scenery.

Do slaves really expect Us, Mistresses, to be skin and bones?
Do they really expect Us to look like these professional models who try to please the males?
Do they really expect Us to show ourselves half naked?
Do they really expect Us to walk in discomfort in those skyhigh heels?

And all that just because some slave likes that?

I conclude that most of these so called “slave” are looking for someone who looks like a Domme not One who treats them like a real slave to make then live their life only to please their Mistress.
I have experienced that good loyal trustworthy slaves are harder to find than the reactions via the net suggest!

Lady Contessa Pat

Spurs

A guy named prissy sent Me a mail stating that spurs found in shops never are sharp, mainly not to hurt the horses. To make them really sharp one has to “improve” them he said.
Then, he asked Me if I rode slaves, and if I wanted to communicate on this.
you can find My answer to him in the following:

prissi,

I never buy rowel type spurs Myself. I have a slave to do that remember! he then offers Me the spurs. I can imagine that you can only find relatively blunt spurs in horse- or farmshops, but there are other (specialized erotic) shops where you can find more exotic ones (that can be much sharper). Also now and then I indeed have ordered a slave to sharpen some spurs he offered.
About the use of the spurs: Of course I do not use those sharp spurs on My horses! I do not want to damage them! But, with My slaves this is different! Since a year or two, I rediscovered the relaxing fun of human ponyriding. Human ponys know what My spurs will do to them do when they are disloyal or disobedient. They know the consequences of their acts. So there is no need to feel sorry for a slave that gets cut by spurs for being disobedient!
But spurs are not only usefull when sitting in the saddle. I have seen that My slaves get as meek as a lamb when they see Me wearing sharp Chilean spurs. It is clear that such spurs frighten the hardest slave. A Mistress doesn’t even have to use them on Her slaves. Wearing them is enough to make a sub crawl at your feet! Nobody dares to challenge the One wearing sharp spurs. I have had a slave that now and then dared to be disobedient in order to provoke a punishment with My whip, but never when wearing sharp spurs! (Also the latter he regretted after ten minutes and I am sure he will never try this again, but that is another thing).

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

The trouble with pain sluts

I don’t like real pain sluts. I am a sadist, I want slaves to be afraid to death for My whip and boots. There is not much fun in whipping or kicking a slave that likes that. It is much more exciting when a slave is frightened for it. It gives Me an intense feeling of unlimited power. It is only due to lack of fear that a real dominant has to go that far in whipping and punishing slaves. I simply whip people until they give Me that intense pleasure of helplessness and fear for Me. It indeed is much more fun and save breaking a non maso than a real pain liking slave. I have had slaves that pushed Me to the limits and resulted in bleeding skin and even broken fingers. I do not want to go that far, but when I am busy… I do not stop until I achieved what I want. But I have found out that threatening can be as rewarding as the real whipping, as long as the possibility for a real inhuman punishment remains open and depends on My own whims. Also a non maso gives more opportunity for imagination of punishments that might happen. For instance, I can not tell a painslave I’d skin him with My whip, because he simply would like that, and he might try to push Me to do it. After all I do not want to go to jail for a slave! Real pain sluts are a danger to Me!

Lady Contessa Pat

Boots vs whips

Yesterday, I was discussing the effects of boots and spurs on a slave’s behaviour. Since years I have discovered that My slaves are far more afraid for My boots, and especially when I have some spurs attached to them. It always surprises Me as I think that My whip is far more cruel and can cause much more pain, being able to make very nasty stripes without so little effort of Me. He told Me that it is not the pain he is so afraid of, but rather the damage My boots and spurs can do to a slave’s body. I have seen that indeed a kick good kicking with the right boots can leave a slave body black and blue, but I think the bleeding wounds, My favorite single tail make when I am into real punishing a slave, are also damaging his skin.
Nevertheless, without really understanding, I see that spurred boots indeed are feared more than a harsh whipping till bleeding. I wonder if any Mistress also has experiences on this, and what about slaves? Do you also fear boots more than whips? I want to know!

Lady Contessa Pat

The position of right slaves

“slaves” ???

When I say I might be interested in them, they start to say what they want and what they like, and they all seem to forget what is slavery about. None of them ask Me what they can do for Me, how they can serve Me, what I like,…
It is even worse, when I ask them to do some small tasks for Me (like looking things up on the net, write a poem, or about their fantasies,…), this nearly always ends in silence! they all want to meet a Mistress but refuse to do something in advance to gain My trust. Do they really think I’d meet a complete stranger?
I advice these guys to go for a professional Domme. They will do as the customers like while giving the idea that the “Domme” is in charge. With them, the “slave” can discuss what he wants and what not. But, is this the idea you have about a “slave and Mistress” relationship ? Not with Me boys! Absolutely not!!!!

Lady Contessa

Yesterday, I heard on the radio how lesbians and gay people that out themselves got in problems because many people still don’t like them! They still seem to be discriminated because of their nature. Although I am straight when it comes to the sex of My partner, this really makes Me angry!
This intolerance is the main reason why people like Me remain underground when it comes to Our sexual nature. People really don’t seem to accept people that have other sexual desires than the mainstream. On the other hand you should see how many so called straight men turn around when I walk by in My leather pants and thigh high boots. I clearly see the difference with and without this clothing and footware at least suggesting My dominant nature. Sometimes I realy would love to have such a “straight” guy at the other end of My whip! I think I would really enjoy Myself with such a guy. I’d give him a lesson he’d never forget as I would make him pay for all this male chauvinistic pigs!
Today We only can do this with submissive men. But, they in general are just the opposite of the ones I’d like to bring down on their knees, so I cannot really blame them for the behavior of the others. Nevertheless they are very useful as slaves that work for free and provide fun and comfort for their Mistress!

Lady Contessa Pat

Yesterday, I heard that the beloved horse of a friend died. Only a few months ago, she proudly showed her new horse. She had brought her up like a child and spend very much time with her when she was a still a baby horse.Of course I also made My friend’s face unrecognizable (as mine, you know). So, yesterday evening, I have been crying together with her instead of making My planned ride. Even when writing this I feel sad. She has been ridden a horse for more than fifteen years without a problem. And now she had planned to give her old horse some rest, her new pet dies. Life is unfair!

I am Lady Contessa Pat and I am said to be a so called lifestyle Domme, but I prefer to see Myself as a Lady that simply uses men for My own pleasure and benefit. Of course that is not My real name, but for now I want to stay anonymous as I want My secret life to be absolutely separated from My public life.I like to hurt people until and preferably beyond their limits, but I can surpress My sadistic nature quite well when My slaves obey Me at any instance and work for Me. I use them for My annoying household chores, gardening,…. So most of the times I fulfill both of My needs, I combine the chores with severe punishing for errors during their work. I have had some nice experiences with My servants and I want to tell here more about that for those interested. In My dreams however I can and want to go much further than that. I have what one could call a vivid imagination. One of My fantasies is My prison camp fantasy. It is one of My strongest. I am looking for slaves (and Dommes) that fit that fantasy, by exchanging ideas and describing situations. In that fantasy I am called “Madam Kommandante”. I have made a group called the “Lady Contessa Pat Correctional Facility” (LCPCF) that can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/lcpcf/

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

As I already told, I am a fanatic horsewoman. Riding My horse and sitting high above submissives makes Me feel very powerful over the low creatures beneath Me. It arises Me extremely. Especially the knowledge that they fear My spurred boots and whip turns Me on. I wonder if other riders have this same feeling (or am I the only one?) In order to demonstrate My control over the mighty beast I am riding, I often make it suffer a bit.
I must admit that I have no intention of hurting it, but it shows My power over the strong horse and the male bystanders.
I found out that a lot of males look at You when. So Riding Ladies, watch them the next time You go out for a ride. I even found out that some males deliberately were walking along the trail I used to follow on set times. I might tell you something more about that if you want. Just let Me know. Today unfortunately I do not have much time.

Hi, I am new

Hi,

I am new to this and wonder how it works.
I want to remain anonymous (for now at least) and therefore I have hidden My face.
I plan to blog about My ideas and experiences in keeping some household slaves under thumb... but it would be better to say under boot!
I adore wearing boots!