Thursday, April 26, 2012
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
Monday, April 23, 2012
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
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
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
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
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
Monday, April 9, 2012
New boots
When I was in Paris last week, I found these incredible boots in a fetish shop (punkshop?). As soon as I saw them, I was hooked!
The woman in the shop was not beating around the bush when I tried them on and told Me they’d surely impress submissive males!
And indeed, when I came home and showed them to My slaves. From their reaction, it was more than clear that they had a huge “fear factor”! So, I had them kiss the tip and vow loyalty and obedience. I felt the strong desire to kick them in the face with my new beauties, but I was a bit afread of the result. But, as I was eager to use them on My slaves, I gave jan an order I knew he could not comply. And then, I kicked him on his legs, thighs and ass. To My delight, the prints of the metal studs were nearly immediately visible. I nearly orgasmed and as a result I took marc to my bedroom…
The woman in the shop was not beating around the bush when I tried them on and told Me they’d surely impress submissive males!
And indeed, when I came home and showed them to My slaves. From their reaction, it was more than clear that they had a huge “fear factor”! So, I had them kiss the tip and vow loyalty and obedience. I felt the strong desire to kick them in the face with my new beauties, but I was a bit afread of the result. But, as I was eager to use them on My slaves, I gave jan an order I knew he could not comply. And then, I kicked him on his legs, thighs and ass. To My delight, the prints of the metal studs were nearly immediately visible. I nearly orgasmed and as a result I took marc to my bedroom…
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