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