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
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
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
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
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
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
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
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
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
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
Thursday, June 7, 2012
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?
Lady Contessa Pat
Saturday, June 2, 2012
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
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
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