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!

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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