Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Look in the mirror!


In the riding club there was this guy who always hung around Me and My friends. Originally, he came to the manege as a chaperone to his daughter, but since a few months he came to the manege on his own (as he got divorced he told me).
I already knew that he was interested in Me because he took all opportunity to tell Me that I am a very beautiful woman, that I ride very elegant,…. And so on. He once said that if they’d organize a beauty contest in the manege, I’d win that without any question. At least when it was him who had to decide….he said. He did not realize that, like all women, I like compliments on My looks and so, but when he really wants to touch Me he’d better tell Me about the power I radiate, about My dominant nature, that I would be a excellent slaver, a good camp commander, a terrific plantation owner or Captain on a galley,…
I guess he figured it out right now, because last week again, he joined us for a drink after a riding session. When our companions later in the evening left one by one, just the two of us remained and the general talking changed immediately as if he had been waiting for this opportunity. First he told Me again how good looking I was in My riding outfit and that it must have been a hell of a job to get My boots clean and shiny for each riding.
Maybe I blushed and he’d noticed, but he added after a minute of silence that he’d loved to do that for Me…. As we had been gossiping before that he was quite weird, choleric and not to be trusted as rumours went that he had been beating his ex-wife, I told him that I simly was not interested, stood up and left.

Two days later, he asked me if I had rejected him because he was rather poor and didn’t wear the fanciest clothes. When I told him that was not the case, and that there was no need for pushing as I was not going to change My mind on him, he got angry and blamed Me that I was just feeling too good for him and that I treated him like a nobody.

I told him that it had nothing to do with his social, nor financial position, but that I simply wasn’t interested in a guy who thinks that when he makes advances, a woman should respond on that anyway.
Indeed, it is always the same with those guys. They always put the blame on you when you reject them and never seek the reason in their own behaviour.
I have the same feeling with some guys that I often chat with on the net. There is this young man who thinks his age makes that I am not interested in him
And this German guy who seems to be very ill and probably in hospital telling Me often that it is his illness that prevents me from seeing him. It is strange, but men always seem to think that a rejection is due to their looks, physical condition or age. None of them even considers that the cause of the rejection simply could be their behaviour!

This is pure male chauvinism. They deceive themselves with the idea that it is the woman that don’t want them because of something they cannot change or something that is not their fault (like looks, physical shape,…). They don’t see that it is their behaviour that makes them impossible as a slave. Also, some of them clearly are only looking for their own pleasure and not for serving and pleasing their Mistress. And then they are surprised I am not interested!!!!!
So, look in the mirror before you blame a Lady to reject you!

Lady Contessa Pat

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Training wim

When I first met wim, he told Me he’d do anything for Me except eating dirt or horseshit or so. At that time I did not react nor showed My surprise. I simply thought to Myself that making him eat dirt would be a challenge for Me and that in the end I would make him eat anything I ordered. I remember having done this before with another slave! Last weekend, the time had arrived to take up the challenge. So, I had called wim in and had ordered him to bring a clean shirt and his toothbrush. The fool thought he was facing a rewarding night with his Mistress. Instead half an hour later he was facing the dirty ribbed soles of My hiking boots! I had been hiking in the woods and all kinds of dirt and mud had gathered between the wide ribs. So, I made him use his toothbrush to remove the thicker parts of dirt and mud, while he had to use his clean shirt to make them shine again. After that, I order him to brush his teeth without cleaning the brush prior to it. I watched him while he did so and told him it was the beginning of a training to make him lick My dirty boots clean whenever I wanted that, no matter how dirty they were… Surprisingly, he did not react nor objected. Must have been that he noticed the whip I had in My hands or maybe he simply realised the consequences of disobedience. Anyway, after that, I made him pull on his shirt that was full of smeared dirt and I send him back home. At that moment he wanted to utter his surprise, but My whip made it clear that I was not into discussion…..


Lady Contessa Pat


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