Still alive and kicking!!!

A few days ago, I got a mail from a sub who said that he liked My blog but was disappointed that I hadn’t write for a time.

I answered him that I only write on things that happen in My life that are relevant.

I cannot imagine you are interested in how many times I lashed jan or marc that day or how they do their daily routine. And indeed, My life has been rather routineously the past weeks (at least My private life as a Mistress) and I had spend far too much time to run My company. It is more and more becoming a burden in this economic situation, but I cannot just drop it and disappoint My family. That is why I have the intention of leaving it to someone else as soon as things go better and spend more time with my horse and slave and enjoying life.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Violence on Women?!!!

Violence on women! Oh I want these bastards at the other side of My whip !!!!!!

And believe Me, they’d regret that they ever laid a hand on a woman !

I wonder how My readers feel about this….

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

slavepool



Me with two other Ladies of

the circle “Les Chattes Bottées”

During our last meeting, I exchanged ideas on the possibilities of exchanging slaves with a Domme friend. During this discussion the use of a “slavepool” was considered, but as it was already late, and We had more interesting things to “experience”, no real plans were made.

However, last week I had a long phonecall with another Domme friend  and the idea of the slavepool came up again.  We agreed that it would be very handy if We’d had extra slaves now and then (when organizing a party, when extra work needs extra hands, ….), and after about an hour, We decided to start with it!

The idea is that any of Us Dommes could just call in these slaves when needed while they’d leave again when there is no need for them anymore.

Since We want to avoid that non sincere males would get involved and we don’t have enough slaves yet, We decided to start only with our own slaves and put only slaves in the “pool” that we can trust 100%.

Due to this, the pool only contains three slaves right now, but at least it is a start! 

The main problem I still have with this system is the transportation of the slaves. I still do not want jan nor marc to be in the pool since I don’t allow them to have contact with the outside world when not under My (or My Friends) supervision. This could be the case when I’d allow them driving 100 km or more away. So, up till now I have no real contribution to Our new slavepool and therefore I am looking for new slaves to become part of it. slaves that are interested in this can contact Me at Madam_Kommandante@yahoo.com for more information and application. Of course living in Belgium, Holland, Germany or the north of France will be mandatory!

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Hiking .... and more!

The amazing rocks near Echternach

After a week-long of problems and stress with My company, I like to go to the Ardennes in the weekend. At that moment I welcome the rest of a small hotel in a quiet village and forget the hasty life I am living. Like that, I especially like the G.D. of Luxemburg. There are a few good riding schools that offer daylong trips through Luxemburg’s landscape, passing through villages where the time seemed to have stopped. But Luxemburg is also a terrific place for hiking. I wonder if any of you already visited the region around Echternach in the G.D. of Luxemburg? It is one of My favorite places for walking. As the weather was exceptionally good last weekend and  no other friends could come along, I took jan with Me. No need to tell you that this was one of the most relaxing stays I had in a hotel.

Due to the fact that the walls were not really soundproof I could not use My whip the way I normally would do, but I didn’t need to do that to get the best service One can wish. With more than a year in service and trained to meet My high standards, jan indeed perfectly knows how to please Me. he will do anything to do so, with or without the direct threat of My whip! Or maybe it was because he realized I still had My boots and could make him suffer in hundreds of other ways…

he knew that My high hiking boots were amongst the cruelest ones when rubbing the soles over his naked skin. The deep grooves in the soles are said to be very painful when applied like that and can cause nasty wounds,  especially when all kind of dirt is still between them. And,… I had been threatening him before to use them on his face!

Anyway, I didn’t need to be that harsh as My slave did his utmost best to please Me.

Of course, also the hiking was nice (see picture attached) and on Saturday afternoon, I took jan to a remote part of the wood and mounted him as My two legged pony. For more than an hour, he took Me through the woods so I had the most relaxing hiking one can imagine. I even made him run slightly uphill while I didn’t even had spurs at My boots nor a whip to urge him! But as a well trained slave, he performed according to My demands without these “aids”. Maybe later I do this over ….. fully equipped…..hahahahahaaaa…..

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Wellness at its best!

Me and My friends: Kiss My ass!

 

As I wrote before, I was at a private wellness-party in the weekend. Our host, Lady C. had hired a complete private wellness complex. It was a nice infrastructure with a cosy swimming pool heated to a comfortable 34 degrees, a few whirlpools, steambaths, sauna’s,… and other water related places to relax. Not only this complex was at Our disposition but She had also “hired” some pro’s  to provide Us with any kind of massage we’d like, including the more sensual ones… On top of that, several slaves were available to serve Us in the usual way. We could order the masseurs to do anything we saw fit, but unfortunately they were hired and no slaves like the others and we could not hurt them or whip them. But, they appeared to have other skills. Skills that delighted most of Us even more! some of them were even taken to the hotel! (Not Me as I drove home after the party)

With our slaves We could do waterfights, that means sitting on their shoulder trying to throw each other. Fun guaranteed! And the “waterlash” where the slaves had to remain under water and We tried to hit them with a whip when they broke the surface to breath…..Hilarious!

Mistress J. also demonstrated her “pissboarding” where a slave was placed upsided down and while he was blindfolded, She just started to piss in his face, making him convulse and choke. And after that, She whipped him rather hard for moving!

You see I had a very pleasant day at My friend’s and I have planned to look for a place alike to organize a similar party!

Anyone with  a better weekend?  No?  Doesn’t it look like “Dommes have more fun” then????

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Wellness!

For the weekend I am invited to a “Wellness-party”, and the organizer asked Us to bring bikinis and shorts. So, I will try again that leather shorts I bought a few years ago, but hardly wore. I hope they still fit. 

 

Lady Contessa Pat, looking forward the weekend!

Giving up a stableboy (for now)

As I already wrote before, it is not easy to find good slaves these days. Many pretenders, many looking for a free ride, but very few sincere men that really want to become a lifetime slave!

That is why Me and My friend stopped looking for a new stableboy to look after our horses. Especially the fact that they’d have to work hard seemed to be a problem! Most of them indeed were only interested in their own pleasure and they’d become My slave only to get their own sexual fulfillment, not to please Me!

And, although one looked promising as he had a lot of experience as a stableboy, he as well appeared to be only interested in his own fetishes and gave up as soon as he realized that being a slave is more than sexual dependency! So We “booted” him after whipping him real hard for half an hour!

Anyway, as We ride less in wintertime, We will leave our horses in the manege. At least for the wintertime. That also will give Us time to find a stableslave and check his qualities and dedication.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

The slave that was with us for a few weeks (not 24/7), but appeared to be just looking for his own sexual satisfaction. The snapshot was taken during the final whipping (unfortunately poor quality as it was done with a cheap cell phone).

More on Our special weekend

As promised some more reflections and experiences on our weekend with some Domme friends in France a few weeks ago. As I maybe already explained, it was a simple concept: A group of Domme friends who got to know each other over the years meet each other once or twice per year, each bringing two trustworthy slaves. No unreliable men, but slaves that have proven their value with their Mistress and that the Mistress has 100% in hand!

As I said in My previous blog, we got slaves assigned for the weekend, while the others had to perform general tasks. slaves that had no personal task or Mistress for the night had to wake up at five to clean our cars. After Our breakfast, We were invited to evaluate the result and make an inspection of our car. I was quite happy with the result, but Madame Brigitte took the opportunity to whip the two slaves that had been doing Her car. One amongst them was dirk, Myriam's slave, who got a serious thrashing for that! Oh yes, a nice detail: the slaves were allowed to clean the cars with water, soap and cloth, but Madame Laurence had explicitly ordered them to do the pedals with their tongue. The place where We Ladies put our boots when driving needed extra attention and care… hahahahahaaaa…
Later that day, We had our fun with a kind of alternative Olympic Games that went from a whipping contest to a riding contest. As you might expect, I especially liked the riding contests, although it was not on My own slaves. But, they agreed to have a riding contest with our own slaves next time. Now One depends too much on the sometimes inexperienced pony like that sluggish guy Brigitte was riding. Luckily for Her she had jan on Sunday and instead of being the last one on the Saturday race, She won the one on Sunday!  In order to have better riding facilities, We agreed that next time We will try to meet at a kind of ranch that belongs to friends of Brigitte. It is said to be a farm in the middle of nowhere. As Brigitte said, there is actually no more real farming activity, but the place is used as a lodge. It still has stables and a kind of riding zone. The idea is to hire the whole place for a few days and get also horses available (rented from another ranch). Our imagination went wild as we already saw Ourselves on horseback chasing slaves, using long whips to catch them… I wonder what will come of this. All very interesting and thrilling, but I see some problems concerning privacy! Another idea was the joint visit of a specialized (but commercial) kind of park in Czechia where it also would be possible to organize a kind of chase and hunt on slaves. Anyway, Brigitte will work it out. A problem there might be the language which was said to be (apart from Czech) English and German. No French and Laurence and Jeanine only speak French. This also was the main drawback of the weekend for Myriam and I had to translate for Her. With the slaves that were assigned to Her, this was not a problem, because she managed to make her orders clear with the aid of her whip. The language of the whip is a universal one!!!
So, once again the bottom line of our weekend was that once again it was fantastic not only for the experience itself, but also because of the exchange of ideas with other Lady Mistresses. I am looking forward to Our next meeting!

Lady Contessa Pat

Granny’s hunting whip!

Granny's hunting whip

When I was today at My parents, My Mum showed Me a hunting whip from My grandmother that she had found in the attic. Since Mum knows I am a fanatic horsewoman and she herself stopped riding for years, she gave the whip to Me. I am delighted because it is a piece of craftmenship. A quality hard to find these days! And I have just tried it on jan. It indeed is a fantastic weapon!

Knowing the gossip about my grandma, I think it might have used for more than hunting…. Knowing that she also used it excites Me, it is just like when I found that special whip I found in her cellar after she died. Maybe it is just My imagination, but I believe My sexual preferences and sadistic nature are inherited…

 

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

paul...again!

This morning, paul was again at My gate. After a few minutes of consideration, I let him pass to tell Me his story.

Of course as I expected, he was there to beg Me to take him back. I explained him that I never take back a runaway slave, but he kept on begging and started crying like a child, throwing himself at My boots, trying to kiss them (I did not let that happen and kicked him away).

I don’t know why - maybe it was a moment of weakness of Me - but after a few minutes, I told him that taking him back would only be on strict conditions. That means 100% obedience and accepting any punishment I see fit, no matter how hard it’d be! he immediately started to thank Me and again wanted to kiss My boots, but I tempered his enthousiasm with the second condition and I told him that for what happened last week, he’d get a whipping that would make his previous one look like a little game!

With that he started to cry and said that I wasn’t fair and that he was sincere, that he’d do anything to please and obey Me if only I’d leave the whipping to bleeding. I laughed out loud kicked him straight in the face and told him to leave My property at once! When he hesitated to do this, I called jan and marc in and started to whip paul.

In no time he withdrew as he realized that I would not stop whipping him full force until he did as I said. he realized that all he could do was go if he didn’t want to get beaten all over.

I chased him whipping until he was out of the door where I ordered jan and marc to escort him to the gate and kick him out.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

The special weekend

As promised, I will tell you more about Our special weekend in France. As I said earlier, Our slaves were given a number and put all together in a room, while We got aperitive drinks, served by two other slaves that worked for Our host Madame Laurence. Together with that, we got to pick three little notes, each containing a number and a day. Like that, We got each a personal slave assigned for the mentioned period. The ones that were not assigned were used as common slaves, used to serve in general.

 

Then there was the feet recognition contest. The slaves were blindfolded and had to recognize the feet of the Mistress only by using their tongue. Of course We were not obliged to have Our feet naked and only Laurence and Myriam had taken off their shoes and boots. Jeanine kept her elegant high heeled shoes on, while Me and Brigitte presented our boots to the slaves. I think the reason dirk won this item is that he must have recognized Myriams feet, while he must have suspected I’d never take off My boots for a slave. Like that, he could only mix up three instead of five. Giving him a change of 1 to 9 instead of 1 to 25!

 

As I already mentioned, also marc was said to be the second best masseur, while jan won the riding contest (although I must confess that he was lucky that he had to carry Brigitte, who clearly was the lightweight amongst Us). Anyway, I was proud on both because it showed that I train My slaves well!

I only envied Jeanine a bit as she had a slave who’d took the most lashes. For this sole occasion, the slaves could say so when they wanted to have the whipping stopped. So, Jeanine’s slave (andre?) took more than fifty! A remarkable performance when you know that most of the slave did not reach ten. I think marc and jan only took three or four! And that “andre” took more than fifty! Even when We started to whip full force and drawing blood, he remained silent. At least for a few minutes. He took proudly the kind of whipping I administer only when I want My slaves to punish real hard! Of course in the end he had to give in as well, but I have never seen a slave who could stand so much!

I would like to publish a picture of his back after We’d been whipping it, but as it was a no photo-party (as usual), I have no pics of it.

 

The diner on Friday and Saturday also was very nice. The slaves that at that moment were not appointed to a Mistress, had to serve the food and drinks, while the personal slaves were used for all sorts of service. I mainly had My slave at My boots under the table, but some used their slaves mouth to put the garbage in. Madame Laurence who sat next to Me on Friday, had Her slave between Her thighs for more then an hour during diner. I guess her leather pants must have been wet, in- and outside….hahahahahaaaa…..

For the night, the choice was Ours what to do with Our slave, but I simply let it sleep with most of the slaves in another room. Unlike some Others, I preferred not to sleep with a stranger, even if it was a slave that would only have to do the things I’d order. Myriam thought otherwise….

 

To be continued….

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

Last Weekend

Last weekend, we had our annual weekend with some French Friends.

Like last time, We were facing again that problem of bringing two slaves. We had counted on My new stableslave paul, but after a new hard whipping on Thursday, he left angry.
So we had to find a fourth slave all of  a sudden for our weekend in France.
First I had thought of someone that is asking to meet Me for years, but he is actually owned by someone else (a male!!!) and I don’t want to “steal” a slave. Also, I doubt his intentions and think he is not a real slave, but just a fetishist. On top of that he told Me he had to work and could not come this weekend.
Anyway, it was only two hours before We left that We found a extra slave for Myriam! Since Myriam  had to arrive last year with only one slave, She (and I) didn’t want this to happen again. Luckily there was this French guy, who’d been chatting with Me for a few months and had proven to Me that he was loyal.
When he agreed to come over, I was so glad. Afterall, I didn’t want to ask again for an extra slave like last year! And on top of that, raymond appeared to be a decent slave that could take a lot! Not that it was of big importance. We had to put the slaves in a general stock and got a personal one by lottery. Like that, We got one for Friday night, one for Saturday and another one for Sunday. Me nor Myriam had raymond, but he’d scored rather well according to the others. On Sunday, We had to evaluate the slaves We’d  and had to give them scores. As a result, a fat Frenchman who had the lowest total score was whipped severely by “Maitresse Laurence”, his Owner. Although I heard he was like Raymond a “last minute” slave, it was embarrassing for Laurence that her slave got the lowest scores.
I think he deserved every lash because the way he horsed around his Rider (Madame Brigitte) on Saturday afternoon was a disgrace!!! (he finished the riding contest minutes after the others!) She even had to whip him repeatedly to get him moving at all!
If he was under Me, I would have whipped and kicked him until he ran the way I wanted it or collapsed! Unfortunately, Brigitte  was not wearing spurs like Me, Myriam and Jeanine and the kicking with her boots seemed not really to convince him of running faster. Not that any of Us had these rowel type Mexican spurs, but I am sure We’d make him perform much better even with the classic blunt spurs at our boots.
I also am proud to tell you that jan was the best in the riding contest while marc was the second best in the massage contest! he was considered the second best masseur! dirk (Myriam’s slave) was the best in the blindfolded feet and recognition test!

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

P.S. Maybe I should tell you more on our lovely weekend another time .

 

Training of new ponyslave

 

Just to inform you that the training of paul is not going as we’d like.

I knew that he was not a sportsman, nor had the physical constitution to carry 70 kilograms, but he assured Me that he was very determined to train very hard to be able to become the perfect ponyboy. However, after a week or two, it looks not that obvious anymore. Especially his reaction a few days ago on a whipping for not performing according to My expectations is a reason for concern. After several days of having him run till exhaustion, I ordered him to take a bag of sand in order to get acquainted to running with a considerable load on his shoulders. To My dislike, it was already a problem for him to get the bag properly in his shoulders! But after some clumsiness and the aid of My whip, he managed. However not for long, because not longer than five minutes later he slowed down. Of course I could not let that happen and I started to aim seriously at him with My dressage whip. At first he regained speed, but after less than a minute, he slowed down again and fell down.

Probably the pain on top of his exhaustion was too much for him. Or maybe it was just the psychological effect of being whipped by Someone while doing his best to please that One. I’ve heard that this is a situation that is very hard and can break one psychologically. Anyway, I shouted at him and whipped him repeatedly with the dressage whip. As this didn’t seem to persuade him to start running again, I decided to punish him. Strangely, he accepted the fact that he was going to be punished. In contrast to his excessive begging and pleading to allow him to stop running and whipping him, he did not object on the fact that I ordered My other slaves to have him handcuffed with his hands around a tree. As soon as he was secured, I ordered jan to get Me My “Brown Duchess” one of My favorite whips. Not that long, but very handy for real punishment! In the mean time I hit him a few times with a crop and I could hear his cries even through its gag, but the real problems came when I started to hit him with My “Brown Duchess”

Unlike he probably had expected, I considered it as a real punishment and I hit him full force. He shook and jumped like a madman and his cries might have been heard hundreds of meters away if not for the gag in his mouth, but it was a punishment, and I think a slave should suffer during a punishment, not enjoy it! So I kept on whipping him until several bloody stripes appeared on his back and he got somewhat more passive, probably acquiescing with it.



My Brown Duchess

Anyway, as usual, I left him cuffed after the punishment to cool down. When I had his gag removed, he first was quiet, but got angry when I said that he’d need much more training. I had the gag replaced and left him like that for another half hour. Then I asked him if he had cooled down and had his gag removed again when he nodded. I explained him that I’d release him as soon that he’d regained his senses and that he had the choice to accept being 100% My slave or leave. On the other hand, I assured him that the whipping was an exceptional lesson and that I’d only whip him like that when he fails Me or is disobedient. To My surprise, he immediately confirmed that he’d accept My authority over him and that I could consider him as My property. So I released him and to My surprise, he fell on his knees and kissed My riding boots constantly begging Me not to whip him like that anymore. So although seriously questioning his capacities, I decided to have him further trained on the longecord, without extra weight,…..for now… I realize that We need him for our annual weekend in France with some Dommes friends next weekend. Every dominant participant is expected to bring two slaves, but Myriam has actually only one slave, dirk. So We will take paul as her second one and therefore, I want to give him some credit, but I doubt it will work out on the longer term.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

males!

Myriam and Me walking in our typical casual riding clothes

Since a few weeks, there is some commotion in Belgium concerning the sexistic remarks males (especially allochtone moslim males) make towards women when walking in Brussels on high heels or with a miniskirt. I don’t want to minimalise the problem, but I must say that in My opinion, it has little to do with a miniskirt or high heels. Indeed just walk the streets in a riding outfit and watch the reactions of the males in the street! You’d be surprised, how many heads turn in your direction, staring. I think it has less to do with mini-clothes or showing bare skin or legs or so. No, I think it is purely sensuality and sex-appeal, and that can be as well with heavy riding boots as with high heeled pumps and fishnet stockings. The difference probably is that a confident woman in high boots will be far less intimidated by staring or whistling males than a tiny girl in miniskirt having her fragile (leg) skin exposed. Anyway, no male should do something that makes a woman feel bad! And therefore I think these stupid males should be punished! (see also the message I send to this blog on 3/10/2009), but personally, I don’t care if someone stares or whistles at Me as long as the golden principle remains “look but don’t touch”!!!!

Last week, when I walked together with Myriam from our jeep towards a manege in the Ardennes we got appraising remarks on our looks and outfit from at least two different men! And that was only in a few minutes time! (parking place was a few hundreds of meters from the manege). We were just casually dressed. Something as in the picture. Nothing special, no high heels, no miniskirt!

Lady Contessa Pat   

Testing the new stableboy

Testing the slave’s stamina

For a few days We have our new stableboy or at least We have made our choice. After thorough testing, we decided on P.  I still doubted him, but Myriam convinced Me since She had him in Her house (part of the test) for a full week (24/7). Having worked in a manege for years, his knowledge of horses and how to look after them is no problem to him. The only issue remaining seem to be his capacities as a ponyboy. We made it clear from the beginning to him that he’d be used as our ponyslave as well and would have to carry us for more than an hour! Since he is rather skinny and no athlete, this still is a working point. Therefore I have started training him to increase his stamina. Later We will work on his power and strength.

As we do not have horses yet in the stables (holidays is always a bad time to get new horses). In the mean time, I use him as gardener and beast of burden for all kinds of tasks around.

Lady Contessa Pat and Lady Myriam

And the Winner is: Hiking boots!



My boot prior to a cleaning (some time ago)

I am a bit surprised that a majority amongst you readers choose My high hiking boots as the most preferred once. I had thought that you would choose high heeled thigh highs like 6, 7 or 8. But no, I am delighted with that! The nice thing is that these boots are particularly cruel and demanding when it comes to cleaning. The ribbed soles gather lots of dirt and are very hard to clean. I have My slaves use their personal toothbrush followed by intense licking to do the job. Like that, the bigger parts of dirt can be removed with the brush, while the finer work still remains for the slaves’ tongue! I can tell you they don’t like it when I take them on to go for a walk in the woods. It takes them more than an hour for each boot to get them clean again and And I don’t adapt My standards on cleanliness to the difficulty of the job! And just recently I had them on for a little walking trip in the Ardennes with some friends. After that they were covered in mud and dirt, but less than one and a half hours after I had arrived home, they were bright and shiny again! I had forced My slaves marc and jan into a competition. The first one that would have finished would be rewarded, the other one punished. But, if one of the boots was not clean according to My standards, the one responsible

would be punished anyway… I had fun that night!



Me during My latest hiking trip

Lady Contessa Pat

M.

The following one also is a repost of another 2 posts I wanted to have posted in January 2011:


M.


Some time ago, I wrote on the woman I thought also had dominant feelings and I was going to see her.


Two days ago, I actually spoke with her about it in a restaurant where I had invited her to meet. She clearly knew what the subject of our conversation was going to be because she was blood nervous when she entered the restaurant. Being already in her early fifties, she looked more like someone in her late thirties and she was still a very attractive woman. She always dressed very fashionable and sexy and like Myself, she seemed to be fond of wearing boots. Also that night, She looked gorgeous in her stiletto heeled thighhigh boots.


Anyway, after some polite introductory social talks, I asked her how she liked Christmas Eve. I think she had prepared her answer because she immediately started to tell me on her dominant feelings but that she never dared to transform them into reality.


She told me that she would never forget that time, years ago, when I had trouble with a by passer while horseback riding. She also said that she was so delighted that we decided to go back after him with a few ladies to teach him a lesson with our whips. She confessed that it had made her hot and horny like never before and that she orgasmed that day in the saddle! She said that she felt hot and horny every time she was sitting on her high horse watching other people walking around in the park and so.


Then, during the main course, She said that she had admired me being a successful business woman (?) for a long time and that she had been imagining that I was the kind of woman that would whip her workers like a plantation Mistress. And when I told her that was one of my fantasies too, I had the impression she really flourished by that as she started to talk about her fantasies. She explained how she fantasized being a slave owning Mistress whipping them to make them serve her. How she fantasized riding on humans, on a slave carrying her like she had seen in a science fiction movie years ago. She told Me that it all had ruined her marriage as she felt the need to dominate her husband sexually, while he did not want that. On the other hand she never made the step towards seeking a slave or visiting specialized clubs. I soothed her that also I was very keen on anonymity and that I also did not go to public clubs specialized in BDSM. Of course we discussed the possibilities there are in private atmosphere and that private meetings do exist.


When the subject of riding came up, it changed rather fast to human ponies. M. immediately started to tell about how much she had liked it to ride a former boyfriend in the neck when she was a teenager when having a playful fight with another couple in a swimming pool. That she even broke up with him to get the other boy as he was stronger and managed to stay upright with her friend during those fights. “I also wanted the strongest horse!” she laughed. I did not yet tell her that much about My life as a slave-owner or how I use My slaves, but I did suggest her to take a slave to do all her housework. Her answer to that was not very clear. It looked as if she desired that really, but still wouldn’t do it because of practical reasons and fear for the unknown. Anyway, we decided to meet again (apart from accidental meetings in the riding club) in a few weeks, so she’d get time to think it all over. Maybe then I will tell her about My slaves and invite her at My place. Up till now Me Myself also need to think things over.






Lady Contessa Pat






Some people asked My why I had a questionmark after the sentence saying that I am a successful business woman. Well that is because I really don’t see Myself as such. I realize that I was lucky to be born rich and simply was put in that position because of My family. I don’t even like “doing business”. As it involves negotiating, take into account the other party’s requests and so on. Especially since the other party must be considered as an equal partner. I prefer to give orders to workers yes but I expect people to worship Me as well. Also, social laws make it impossible to run a company the way I’d like it. So maybe for the outside I look like a business woman, but in My heart I am not. I think I should have been born in another age. When money did yield privileges to really dominate people and even use a whip to do so.




Lady Contessa Pat

Christmas 2010

Another post on My first meetings with Myriam (posted on 28/12/2010):




Christmas Eve






When thinking over what happened on Christmas Eve, I remembered that I have been thinking before that M., at least, had a dominant site. I remember vaguely that a few years ago during a birthday party, she had a dressage whip and she started to give a demo with it in the pub. After a few minutes, she started to make the demo more “vivid”, making a guy jump at her commands under the loud cracking of the whip. At that time, it all was explained as being just a joke, but now I wonder…. I don’t think she actually hit the guy, but at least she toyed with him like a tamer. I also remember the rumor that she had whipped a girl with her crop when she was still a teenager. According to what I heard at that time, they had an argument about a boy and in the fight, she must have used her whip on the girl.


After what happened on Christmas Eve, I started to reflect and taking the above “incidents” into account, I am pretty sure now M. definitively is a Domme, or at least has the potential to become one. I wouldn’t be surprised if she already is using slaves. I will try to find out when I see her next week (she went abroad for skiing for a week). I wonder what you think of it….






Lady Contessa Pat

Revelation at Christmas Eve

As I said in one of the previous postings, I have a series of post that never got actually on My blog, although I had meant to. I found out that nearly all the post concerning Myriam never really got published. Since I think that this is a pity, I will (re)post them the following days one by one. Today you find the one I think is the first post mentioning Myriam (it was written on 27/12/2010:



Revelation at Christmas Eve

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas Eve.I had and it might have been a very fruitful one. Future will tell!
It was the first time I celebrated Christmas Eve with some friends from the riding club. We had a meal and some dancing in the pub adjacent to the stables and riding hall.
After a few hours and dito drinks, some got drunk and started to get out of themselves.
S., normally a rather shy and dull person, started dancing on a table and soon M. joined her. M. is a woman in her early fifties and used to ride competitions. After a few minutes, she started to challenge D. a shy boy, a loner who likes to hang around the riding club and the pub. A little bit simple minded I think personally, but it is said that he has a university degree.
At a certain moment M. turned around and started waving her ass right in front of him. In no time a few guys started to shout to him and in no time nearly everyone was chanting “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” and so he did. M. turned around and slapped him in the face. The crowd applauded! At that moment, everyone was laughing because D. once again had made a fool of himself.
Agitated by the booze and bystanders, two tough guys grabbed D. and told him to excuse himself properly to M. Like that, they pushed him with his face to her boots and told him he could kiss her boots if he’d liked to kiss her. More laughter. The important was that M. did not refuse it and even put her boot a little bit forward By then I knew it for sure, M. has a dominant nature! I had been thinking this before, but I never dared to ask.
Maybe she didn’t show it, but deep inside she was. The alcohol made it surface! So later on, when M. went to the toilet, I went after her and started a conversation on what happened. She admitted she found it funny and did not really dislike it. I told her that being single (divorced) she should more follow her feelings and when she seemed to understand what I was saying, I dared to ask her straightforward if she felt dominant. First she acted as if she was surprised by My question, but then she said that she indeed did not dislike the way D. was forced to kiss her boots and that it even made her hot and wet! That she felt so powerful standing high on that table and having a man kissing her boots. I told her that there were possibilities to live her secret desires but that I would talk with her on that later on as we had little time at that moment. I promised to call her one of the next days, to make an appointment. Then we went back to the others, and later, while dancing, I noticed the smile on M.’s face.
On top of all this, there was J. He started to make compliments to Me and telling that I was one of the best horsewoman he knew, one of the most beautifull, blablabla….! On top of that he started to ask these annoying questions like if I wasn’t lonely, if I never needed a shoulder to cry,… After a while,I told him politely that I was not interested, but he kept on trying. Pathetic!




Lady Contessa Pat


BTW, marc and dirk spend the festivities in their cages

Stableslave

Last night, I decided to get our horses back home. Since more than a year I had My horse stalled in a manege as I was not able to look after it properly at home. I discussed it with Myriam, and we decided to look for (and get) a stableslave that could look after our horses. Since this was a failure last time (two years ago?), we want to be sure that the candidate is loyal and trustworthy and will not run away after a few weeks.


To make it easier for a candidate, I will no longer demand that he will be My 24/7-slave. However, I expect him to be available daily to look after two horses (Mine and Myriams). AND of course he will have to behave and serve like a slave towards Me and Mistress Myriam. Like that, he will have to accept all orders and punishment from Us and he will have to accept all treatment we see fit to him. (Of course all of this will be incorporated in a special contract). As the slave needs to be available upon request of Me or Myriam, he will preferably live in the region between Antwerp and Brussels (but this is not absolutely necessary).

No financial compensations will be given for the work, nor for damages that might occur on the slave or his property.

If you feel you fit this and you want no longer a life in dullness but a new adventurous life fulfilling your (submissive) dreams, you can contact Me on madam_kommandante@yahoo.com and send Me your application letter and CV.



Lady Contessa Pat

Cage

In Februari 2011, I posted a message on the advantages of a cage on my blog. At least, that is what I thought, because recently I found out that due to one or the other malfunctioning this was never actually posted. Therefore, I want to (re?)post it:

Yesterday, I had contact with another Mistress and she wondered how I managed to keep My public and My private life separated. I explained her what I do to keep it that way and like that we came to the use of My cage. First she thought it was meant and used as attribute in a BDSM-relationship, but then I explained that I really used it as a very useful tool to keep My private and public life separated. Then I asked her if she’d leave her slaves alone in the house when going out. And I explained that I can do that without any problem with the use of the cage. Without having to fear they’d secretly do things I would not like. Next I asked her if she was never afraid a slave would accidentally run into visitors? Very simple: I lock them up when I expect visitors. They also know that they immediately have to go to the cellar, get into the cage, close it and lock it as soon as someone would arrive unexpectedly. Also during the nights My slaves are safely locked in their cages unless I need their service…hahahahaaaa…. And what to do when You want more intimate services from someone else? Do You want your slaves to sneak around in the house when You want more intimate services from another slave or guy?

On top of all the practical advantages, a cage has a strong symbolic function as it really keeps the slave as a prisoner and that you can have him rotten like that if you want that. But it can also used very well as an aid to punish the ones in the cage. Indeed it is possible to administer a whipping through the bars. When using the right whip, One can make them jump like a wild animal! Fun guaranteed for the One carrying the whip!






Lady Contessa Pat

Yesterday, We nearly had a very embarrassing problem.

On Our way back from an evening with Marlon, My Dutch friend, We had to stop by the police who asked why the three men were sitting in the back “like punished schoolboys” the policeman added as a joke. Myriam talked us out of it by saying that none of Us wanted to sit in the back with one or two of the males. “I wouldn’t mind sitting with the two of you in the backseat” the policeman said and he signed that we could go on.
Luckily, he did not ask to open the back as it would have been even more embarrassing if they found the whips, spurs and boots we had in there. And even more embarrassing would have been if they’d found jan in the back like we first wanted to do. Luckily We decided not to do so as we were a little bit afraid he might suffocate in there.



Lady Contessa Pat

Poll!

There is this guy who is always asking about one particular type of boots. I really get the impression that males have preferences when it comes to boots as well. I wonder which of My boots you prefer (I have uploaded a few typical ones):

1. I prefer nr. 1 Special high riding boots (spurs with protective caps)

2. Tough, heavy high boots

3. Classic high riding boots

4. special cruel boots, not to walk in on the streets (nor on a classic floor….hahahahaaaa…)

5. Brown kneeboots

6. special fetish high heels thigh highs

7. classic high heels thigh highs with stiletto heels and pointed tip

8. brown velvet fashion boots with stiletto heels and pointed tip

9. brown Western types

10. casual brown kneeboots

11. special high hiking boots

12. high fashion brown riding boots



So I want all of you readers to check out the poll and vote! Of course also comments are very welcome and I’ll be glad to read why you prefer one or the other boots.



Lady Contessa Pat aka madam Kommandante

Arrogance leads to....orgasm!

Yesterday, we made a last attempt to make a man pull the sulky to our liking. It was Myriams slave dirk (one of My former slaves!) who thought he was better or stronger than jan or marc.

Because of his arrogance, I decided to teach him a lesson if he didn’t keep his word and pulled the sulky to the speed I desired. And indeed, as expected, it was more arrogance than strength that made him think he could manage.

When We took place in the seat, I instigated Myriam by saying that I hoped that her slave would not let her down in front of her friend. Courageously, dirk took the holding beams (I don’t know how these things are actually called) and started pulling. In the beginning, it all went quite well, but that was purely due to the fact that the terrain had a slight slope down, but as soon as she urged him upwards,….. the sulky slowed down and finally stopped half way the slight slope. (Only the momentum got him that far!). Myriam immediately started whipping her slave to urge him, but the cart only moved for a few more meters before it stopped again. Time for Me to unfold My sadistic plan as I told Myriam casually that he embarrassed her in front of Me….. As if stung by a bee, she veered up and started to whip him, but as the sulky didn’t really move. By then he was crying and begging to stop, but instead, she hit harder and harder because of My teasing words asking if she’d let him make a fool of her in frot of Me? Me Myself, I had gotten all wet and hot seeing a man degraded like a beast of burden by his sexy Mistress, so I kissed her and offered a helping hand. Like that, We began whipping him simultaneously. Both of us doing our best to impress each other. Now and then stopping for a passionate kiss and when Myriam started to rub My pussy with her hand while whipping dirk with the other one, it felt as if I was drunk and minutes later,…. I orgasmed! It was an extremely strange feeling as I am not lesbian or so, but the mix of power, sadism and affection must have intoxicated Me and I thanked Myriam for it with a long and passionate kiss. By then We had stopped whipping dirk taking care of each other. After about fifteen minutes or so, the horn of a car near the estate brought us back to this world (I wonder if the driver had seen us through the surrounding bushes, but I think it was too far away).

I don’t know it was because of the arousement, but after that, we both had to pee (in the bushes….hahahahaaa….). In order to make sure that our slave was not looking, I ordered him to turn behind the sulky and grab the central axis. When Myriam found him in the position after she came back from the bushes, she took a picture of him with her mobile. After that, we started to whip him again and we lashed him continuously while he pushed the sulky towards the house.

Still aroused, We immediately went to My bedroom to restart where we ended in the sulky… marc and jan as our slave-servants waiting outside the room, ready to serve us in case we had a wish…..

And dirk? he was left outside to clean the sulky….



Lady Contessa Pat and Lady Myriam

Help! men are soooo weak!

Today we found out that this sulky is far too heavy for a human slave. Especially with two Ladies in the seat, My slaves jan nor marc seem to be able to reach a considerable speed with it, no matter how hard they are whipped and threatened. When alone in the seat, I managed to make them run, but only to a speed hardly higher than walking, but with Myriam, it was hopeless. At a certain moment We were whipping marc real hard simultaneously, but the only thing that happened was that his back got more and more bleeding.

I think I’d better sell the sulky again and try to find a more suitable one. I hope some of you can help Me. I wonder what I should look at when I want to buy a new one. What are the characteristics we have to look at? Smaller weels? Thicker tyres? A lighter frame?.....

I cannot ask the friend who adviced on the sulky. He assumed of course that it was for a horse and I cannot tell him it must be lighter as it is meant to be pulled by a human slave!

So, I hope some of you can help Me.



Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

In spring 2010, I also published the following article as a reaction on comments of readers on the article “Uniformed experiences”.

I am a bit disappointed because I got some private mails from people saying that this all was over the limits. But, I don’t see why. Afterall, it was the guy who came to Me, clearly showing that he was a sub. I simply treated him the way I’d treat other subs. The fact that he was jewish did not make a difference! Don’t you think that I am a racist or so. It is nothing political and I regret what happened to the Jews during WW2. I only get extremely aroused when thinking of the power Guardesses had over their prisoners, how they could use them as their personal slaves….



Believe Me, sometimes, My conscience also conflicts My fantasy of being a concentration camp Commandress.


So, I am not interested in these political nor military ideas and I think it is awfull what happened about 60 years ago, but I cannot help getting sexually aroused by the idea. It has been like that all my life!


That is why I like to dress like that when going to a masked ball! I can wear the uniform in public then without other people getting suspicious. And… I notice the looks and open mouths! You’d be surprised how many so called “straight” men that are impressed by this. Last time I wore My German Nazi uniform, I literally had to back off more then several men that turned around Me. One of them literally told Me “he’d loved to get interrogated by Me” pointing at My crop. Another one said he’d keep My boots shiny like that and he got in trouble with his wife as he was making compliments to Me all the time. Remember that these were no subs! they were so called straight, politically correct men!


Therefore, I think it is not fair that people like that now are criticizing My way of living and expressing My feelings, but at the same time satellite around Me making compliments! It is not political!


So, I insist that all of you reading this tells Me on your opinion on this! I don’t like it that only people that have negative comments contact Me! I also want people that sympathise with Me on this out themselves!!!!




Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

A sulky!

Since a few days, I have a sulky!

A few weeks ago, Myriam got this excellent idea so we started looking for one. Being complete novices in this kind of things we asked a friend from the manege to help us finding one. As we did not want to reveal the real purpose of the cart, we pretended to look for one for a real pony. To My surprise it wasn’t even hard to find and although I don’t have horses anymore at My estate, today I am the proud owner of a sulky! Yesterday, we tried it for the first time, but it appeared to be rather heavy for My untrained slaves. Nevertheless it was great fun. Whipping a slave that pulls the vehicle you are comfortably sitting is really is very exciting! Especially the fact that a slave is pulling to exhaustion under the arrogance of the whip and contrast between the comfort of the Mistress and the agony of the slave is extremely arousing.

It only is a pity that it seemed to be too heavy for a single slave to pull the cart with two Ladies. No matter how hard we whipped jan or marc, they did not seem to be able to create the desired speed. Even if Me and Myriam both whipped them simultaneously! Maybe extensive training will solve this. And that on itself is something to look forward to! Anyway, We are facing a very rewarding time! Lady Contessa Pat

Uniformed experiences

Another blog I posted on My old account on Yahoo (somewhere in spring 2010): Uniformed experiences

About two weeks ago, someone asked Me if it never happened that a guy trough himself spontaneously at My feet. As it actually did happen a few years ago, I described him what happened that night (as far as I can remember):

A few years ago I met this jewish guy who was extremely attracted by Me wearing a nazi-uniform complete with black shiny leather boots. I was at a special private party when all of a sudden a man appeared out of the crowd throwing himself at My boots trying to kiss them. At first I was shocked and I kicked him away straight into his face and hit him several times as hard as I could with the crop I had with Me. After the first wave of blows and kicks, one of the other Mistresses ordered him to excuse himself for his rude behaviour. He came back to Me shuffling on his knees. As an excuse, he explained that he was jew and was fascinated by Nazi-women. his grandfather had told him about their cruelty and the power they had over the prisoners in the prison camps and he got traumatized about this. Due to this he developed an extreme adoration to those women and claimed that I’d looked exactly as he’d imagined them. he begged Me to give him a chance to show his devotion to Me. At that moment a realized I would have this unique opportunity to let Myself go on a stranger and fulfill My deepest sadistic desires.

After he had explained his situation and feelings he told Me I looked astonishing and that I looked exactly how he’d imagined a Nazi concentration camp Commander-in-Chief would have looked like. he said he’d do anything to please Me and to become My slave! I asked him what he’d do if I kicked him in the face with My riding boots, if I broke his fingers under them or if I’d whip his back open into a bloody mess. he claimed that he’d take all of this if it was My wish! At that time My heartbeat reached 180! I told him I was going to try him out and ordered him to stay at My boots for the evening until I ordered otherwise. After a few minutes, I rose up and went to the Ladies room. The slave tried to follow Me down on his hands and knees. When I opened the door he hesitated as I was entering a Ladies room after all. A few fierce blows of My crop made him decide to follow Me, but as soon as another Lady saw him entering the room, She started to shout at him, reached for a whip and started to whip him. Feared for the real anger of the Lady and the serious blows of Her whip, he shuffled back, out of the room. The Lady went after him and also kicked him several times. I went after the Lady and promised Her that I was going to make him pay for his brutality. Their came My wicked nature as he was going to suffer because I had ordered him to break a rule, but he did not use this argument to explain his behaviour so I decide that indeed he must have been a loyal slave. When I came back from the bathroom, the slave was waiting for Me on his knees and begged Me for mercy for not having done as I had ordered. he remained at My heels as I went back to My chair.
At the party, there were several small rooms equipped for the Mistresses to punish their slaves in private and after a few drinks, as I got a little bit drunk, I took him to one of the rooms. It was rather small but it contained a kind of whipping rack. I remember I chained him one hand to the rack as I wanted him to see the sadistic joy in My face while I made him suffer (I like that) and believe Me suffering he did! I do not know anymore for how long I have been whipping him and how many times I kicked him with My boots, but I do know that his body was covered in stripes and his body was full of bruises and marks from My boots. When I released him, he fell at My feet, kissed the boots that had kicked him nearly to pulp and begged Me to see him again. Unfortunately, at that time I did not know yet the advantages of keeping a 24/24-slave and I was not interested in a occasional slave from abroad. (The party was not in Belgium, but in Holland. Near Rotterdam I think. Or was it Amsterdam? I do not remember exactly anymore).
Anyway from that moment on My latent fantasy about being a prison camp Commandress-in-Chief became much more vivid.

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Btw it was also this jewish guy that called Me “Madam Kommandante”, a nickname I liked and used for My prison camp fantasy ever since.


Lady Contessa Pat

Ponyriding with Marlon

I just found a few blogs I had been publishing on Yahoo more than a year ago. Rereading them, I decided that some of them are worth republishing oin this blogspot.
Although outdated, I think they contain some interesting things that still are actual and worth sharing .

Me and Marlon at a riding trip in Holland ( a few years ago)






Last weekend, a Dutch friend of Me came over to My place. I was with her already a few times and we always had so much fun with the slaves She provided on each visit. Therefore I had foreseen some special events for her (and Me).
As I have two slaves that I frequently use as ponyslaves, the idea of having a few races was obvious. When I mentioned it, her enthousiasm was overwhelming!
The problem however was that although Marlon is an experienced horseback rider, she was not very familiar with ponyslave riding. So I had to show her the basics before we could have our fun. But, being an experienced rider, she was a quick learner and learned all she needed in less than a few minutes.
As I only had one decent saddle, I offered to ride My slave straight in the neck and have her have the saddle.
I suggested her the use of a pair of Mexican type spurs, but to My surprise she refused and told Me she’d stick to her own classic spurs.
The first thing we did was a little game called “blindriding” in which the pony gets blindfolded making it completely dependant on the non verbal commands of the rider. It is a kind of riding I practice frequently to keep My slaves sharp. With two however it was fun as marc was not used to run with another rider than Myself. So he made several mistakes and Marlon had to use her crop at a more than normal frequency and intensity! On top of that, his thighs were well bruised and clearly showed the presence of internal bleedings. After something like ten minutes, marc got used to his new rider and everything went smooth, the both of Us walking next to each other on our ponyslaves. Later on in the house, marc got a good whipping from my friend for his clumsyness during the first ten minutes of the ride. Both My slaves then got locked in their cages when I went out with My friend. they only were taken out when we came home again. At that time we were both horny like hell and our boots needed service as did our butts and other parts… Anyway, it was a long hot night that also marc and dirk will not easily forget.
On Sunday, we finally had our races. Being a good host, I offered Marlon to have dirk for the game, as he is a little bit stronger than marc and I expected him to be faster as well. In accordance with Marlon I had also classic spurs at My dressage boots for a chance. I indeed realized that during a game like that I might forget what was protruding from my heels and in the heat of the race I might damage My slave far too much with the rather sharp rowel type spurs I usually use when riding My ponyslaves.
The first race was a kind of a sprint that - to my own surprise - I won! How I did that? Very simple: just whip and whip and whip! As the race is so short it is just a matter of urging your slave as fast and hard you can! In the next one we had to run five rounds around four trees in total about 300 meters I guess. That appeared to be a more tricky race as just whipping our slave might lead to exhaustion of him too soon. So, as with real horses, the rider must try to dose the speed and energy of the running slave. Here, the endurance training I have subjected dirk to for nearly a year clearly showed off! In no way I could have won this race even if I’d kick and whip marc to complete exhaustion!
Another one was an individual race against time. First I rode dirk then Marlon did with marc, for the third one I had marc then and Marlon took dirk again. All the times were added and…. I won again! Like that we had fun for more than two hours (in between the races we had breaks with drinks and snacks) and Marlon told Me she’d never had more fun with slaves than that afternoon! It was the best compliment I could get and when we said goodbye later that evening, we promised to do this over within a few weeks.
I wonder if you Dommes or slaves find this kind of amusement kinky or just going to far. I’d love to hear from you.

Lady Contessa Pat


Within a few days I will publish another one on My time at a costumed party in the beginning of 2011.
Let Me know if you like and/or are interested in these old blogs.

Lady Contessa Pat