Riding boots!

Based on My poll, it looks like riding boots are considered the most powerful and feared attributes a Female Rider has. A few days ago, I took this snapshot. I wonder if you can tell Me which boots are Mine? Let Me know!

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Steel heels !



Lovely, isn’t it? The “Ilsa”-feeling!!!

A few months ago, I published a message on a picture (SS-boots) I received from a slave. A few days ago, a slave managed to get Me boots like that. That means, he had the tip, soles and heels of a pair of My boots reinforced with steel plates!

I love their sound on wood or stone floors! You should have seen My slaves’ face when they heard Me coming down the stairs in them the first time…..



slave jan even begged Me directly not to kick him with them. I told him that this was entirely up to himself. If he’d behave…., but if he would not……..




Anyway, I already feel like “Ilsa” in them…..

SS-boots posted a few months ago
(read the message of april 2013)

 

Lady Contessa Pat

New poll

Me, riding A in the manege. Special feelings anyone?

I guess that by now you all know how I feel about riding. The control over the mighty beast I am
riding, makes Me feel very powerful. Riding My horse, sitting high above other people, arouses Me.
Especially the looks of fear and awe in their eyes for My spurred boots and whip turn  Me on! The idea that  I was special, even sick in My mind, once came up to Me, but soon I discovered that I am not alone! Over the years, I found out that many female riders have these same feelings.
On the other side there are these males that look at you like hungry wolves when passing. The wolf whistles you get when when riding along. The remarks about your bum in the saddle and how they envy the latter,… I even encountered males that  deliberately walked along the trail I used to follow on set times and I know for sure that some of them do not come to the canteen of the manege for the good atmosphere and the drinks! You should see these eyes when passing them a few meters away, sitting high above them, your boots less then a meter away from their face!
However, I do not know whether this is a general “phenomenon” or just seen with these few riding hall visiting people.
Due to technical problems with the last poll, that could not handle all the possible answers, I could not get an idea of this.
Therefore, I created this new poll:

·         I have erotic feelings when seeing a woman on horseback and therefore I visit riding events or halls now and then

·         I visit riding events and halls frequently, but I don’t geet special feelings with a woman on horseback

·         I have erotic feelings when seeing a woman on horseback, but I do not go to riding events or halls.

·         I don’t get special feelings when I see a woman on horseback and I consider a woman on horseback just like any woman.

Lady Contessa Pat

 

A "man"

For a few weeks, I had a guy who was not My slave (dominant towards My slaves!). And although I caught him with another girl (slavegirl!) I discovered the joy of having a man like him. Since he rode as well, I could take him to many occasions where I could not bring My slaves. Being somewhat submissive to Me (but not a real slave), he was very handy in the manege, at parties, during riding trips,…

Unfortunately, taking him back is no option and therefore, I wonder if there are other guys that fit the profile (without the cheating part of course!)?

Someone I could take to social events as a lover, but who will still adore Me as a Mistress (without showing in public). Someone that would help Me manage the estate, someone I could take on a hiking tour, to the manege,…. someone to take care of My horse in the manege, before and after a riding trip, saddle My horse, manage My catering during a trip, … All things that today cannot be done by My slaves.

I wonder….

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

Angry!!!

I am very angry at Patrick!!!!! I found out that after he had picked up a slavegirl that he had offered Me, he had taken her to a hotelroom for sex!!!!!!

I cannot accept that!!!! he only had to ask Me and I’d even encourage him to toy with her, but I cannot accept him doing behind My back!!!!!

I found out when I contacted her for a new meeting (she had given Me her card when she left), when she said to Me that she still had his silver pen since he forgot it “in the hotel room”….!!!!!!

Maybe it was his revenge for not being allowed to join My toying with anja, but anyway I was outraged when I heard it, and decided to see him no longer!

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Poll

A few days ago, one of My friend–riders said that she felt more powerful in the saddle. While riding, we discussed and came to the conclusion that it might be due to the boots, the whip and/or because of the position, high above  the pedestrians.

However Me, Myself,  I wonder now whether you, My readers, also feel that a Woman on horseback evokes the image of a confident and powerful one? 

Therefore, I created a new poll. I want all of you to fill it in of course.

1. I have the feeling that in general women on horseback are more confident and powerful than other women because of their high boots (and spurs).
2. I have the feeling that in general women on horseback are more confident and powerful than other women because of the whip in their hands.
3. I feel small and puny next to a woman on horseback because of her high position in the saddle.
4. I feel small and puny next to a woman on horseback because she can control the  the power of the big beast.
5. I experience all the feelings above when seeing a woman on horseback
6. I don’t get special feelings when I see a woman on horseback and I consider a woman on horseback just like any woman.

Lady Contessa Pat, fanatic horsewoman

A present

Yesterday evening, Patrick had a surprise and present for Me. When he entered, I was surprised, not to see him, but by the young and beautiful girl that was with him. At first I was a bit agitated because he had brought a stranger to My house, but then he snapped his fingers and I realized what was happening. As a well trained slave, the girl immediately went down on her knees in front of Me at the gesture, head down. “Please accept this little present” Patrick explained, “as a little compensation for the fact that I had little time for you lately…” Although I knew he had a hidden agenda, I was mollified  by his sweetness. Of course the real reason was that he’d loved to see Me dominating a beautiful girl like Anja. And believe Me she was a real beauty!

When Patrick removed her clothes and showed her back, it was clear that she  was quite experienced despite her age, she was not a novice slave!

It was a pity that such a beautiful body was already seriously scarred. Especially her back and buttocks were damaged. I had seen quite some serious whipped backs but it was the first time I saw it at a women’s back (at least to that degree), and I wondered who had “marked” her like that. But the girl did not understand Me since she did not speak Dutch nor English, but only some (limited) English and French. So I pointed with My crop at Her back and simply asked “Who?” Of course she understood (the language of the whip indeed is universal) and answered sheepish: “Madame”… So I asked Patrick where he’d found her. He told Me he got her from a private club via a friend and he told Me she was a 100% sub who could take a lot and that she was in to “extreme” things. Since I always like female slaves, and I looked forward a good licking, I more or less accepted. But, I imposed an important condition:

Since I suspected Patrick to have a hidden agenda, to want to join Me when toying with anja, the slavegirl, I told him I only wanted her in private. Without him around! Of course since he had said that she was a “present” for Me, he could not else than agree. The disappointment could be read from his face as I told him he could pick Anja up the next morning.

I told him that as a reward he could have marc or jan to toy with himself, but he said that he was not in the mood.

Like that he left, and I could fully concentrate on My new lovely slavegirl and ten minutes later I was laying in My bed.

I enjoyed her hands, breasts, lips and tongue fully and relished Myself with her big nipples. She made Me orgasm, five times in about two hours!!!!! Two times consecutive while she was licking My pussy with an intensity I had never experienced, and two more times when she offered Me to relief Myself into her mouth when I had said that I needed to go to the toilet. One just because of the idea, another one right after I had actually pissed in her mouth! And when I allowed her to use marc to relieve herself in the same way ten minutes later, she orgasmed herself and I had My fifth with jan’s tongue!

What a present I’d say! And….poor Patrick was not even there to enjoy the spectacle….

In the morning she gave Me two more orgasms before Patrick arrived and than she gave Me her card. “In case” she said…..

Today I feel a bit tired since I slept only a few hours, but it was worth it!

 

Lady Contessa Pat

France continued

As promised, the rest of My weekend in France:

 

As I already told, on Sunday, I was delighted that at last our bullwhips came into view. The use of bullwhips indoor is not that easy and require larger rooms, so I think that every chance of place and occasion of using them indoor, should be taken. Especially since I feel that a bullwhip goes with a Western Mistress like pepper and salt! Anyway, after initial random lashing out as an intro, Madame Brigitte explained the new game: We were going to try to whip an object held by a slave from his hand. More specifically, the object was a little doll, the male counterpart of Barbie: Ken! Hahahahahaaaaa…. Indeed We all found it a very good choice! The contest was of course trying to whip “ken” out of the slave’s hands with the least possible “shots”. No need to tell you that the slaves were scared to death and it even took Brigitte some time and whiplashes to get the first one out of fear in the right position on his knees, arms stretched in front of him holding the doll in his hand. And, although they all were briefed in advance and had signed a contract they agreed with this game, one of the slaves even left the room shouting and cursing. That first one however was lucky since it was Madame Brigitte herself who held the whip and hot the doll with her first strike (She probably had trained). The second one was less lucky because I hit his lower arm full force. Nevertheless he also dropped ken and when the third one dropped the little doll before the whip even touched him, We changed the rules: slaves that dropped the doll without the whip touching the doll would be punished by whipping on the back with that same bullwhip! But still this happened and some Ladies had to whip their slave for that. The contest was that with every leg the Lady needing the most lashes to hit the doll would  be excluded. Like that Myriam was very unlucky being the first One to be eliminated. On the other hand She had had her fun with more than ten lashes! By then, little ken was reduced to pieces of plastic and we had to change to a piece of wood.

The bullwhip I used for the whipping game

(pic taken on another occasion)

So We went on like that and finally, it was Madame Brigitte and Maitresse Laurence who’d made it till the last round and finally it was the blonde Parisienne who hit the doll six times out of ten attempts. This was slightly better than Brigitte who only had five direct hits. And We proclaimed Laurence “Reine Bullwhip” (Queen of the Bullwhip).

After that, the slaves had to show their hands and the one with the most bruised and cut hand would be allowed to kiss the winners boots. It was a bald slave in his mid fifties that really deserved the “reward” because his hands were beaten black and blue, bleeding in several places!

The final “event” on Sunday was a ponyrace, but maybe I’d tell you later about it.

 

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

Licking Riding Boots

This will still be turned into ......

...THIS!!!

After months of asking around and reading, it is clear to Me that, although licking boots never will be 100% without risk, the chances that someone gets seriously ill by this is neglectible.  It proves that the sub that offered to get whipped till serious bleeding but refused to lick My riding boots just was a fetishist, looking only and only for his own pleasure, and no slave!

Therefore, I have decided that I will keep on having My boots licked clean by My slaves. No matter how dirty they might be. However, when soiled with horseshit, My slaves will be allowed to remove it with their hands and clean the boots with a cloth or so.

Nevertheless, I still expect My boots to be spic and span when they have finished. And….I will keep “encouraging” the use of their tongue for the “finishing touch”……

Letting their Mistress walk in dirty boots still is considered as blasphemie ad will be punished in the most severe way! No excuses!

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

France!

Waiting in the hotel room

Last weekend, We had our annual meeting in France with a number of Domme friends I met a few years ago during a holiday.

As I had said in a previous message, the theme this year was “Western”. So as I had expected all Ladies involved showed up in Western boots, most with special spurs, some with hats and guns and when entering out attention immediately went to the mechanical bull in the middle of it. When entering, We got a holster and gun, a special gun that could shoot little plastic balls. A slave fixed it to our thigh and our host, Madame Brigitte, demonstrated how it worked. She pointed the gun to a naked slave that was standing a few meters away and fired a few “bullets”. he convulsed and yelled, each time the little nasty ball hit, but he kept standing in the same position. Apparantly he was standing there for this purpose: catching the “bullets” we fired during the demonstration. Indeed, Brigitte invited Us to try them on her slave. A invitation we gladly accepted… And with a glass of champagne in one hand we fired at random at slaves with the other. A strange sight: slaves running around, naked, their bodies and faces painted like indians, but at the same time wearing glasses to protect their eyes. You see, We don’t expose our slaves to inaccaptable dangerous things !

It was fun and it was soon clear that the most spectacular was when one of them was hit in the balls. you should have seen them jump at a hit! Because, of course, they were not allowed to use their hands to protect or cover their manhood! Not bad for starters We thought. But the shooting went on during the whole afternoon and night, in between other activities!
Later on, other Western related “games” were proposed (no one was obliged to participate and One could always withdraw Herself for a time since there were two or three rooms available to rest or other more intimate things….). The first “event” was that the “indians” got a number and had to find and kiss the boots with their number on. One of the security men (hired by Brigitte for safety) wrote a number on each of Us’ right sole.
The slaves had fifteen minutes to kiss the right boots and the ones that did not comply would be seriously punished. They were told that they could try and error, that they could beg to have a look, or they could simply wait for the punishment,… We forced nobody. They were free to decide themselves what they’d do. So, some tried and got kicked, others begged to look and ….got kicked,
After ten minutes, I had number four on My soles, a big black slave, who devotedly kissed and licked My boots as a loyal dog. he had been smart or just lucky, but some of them got a few boots in their face. 
Then, a guest, who used to work in a Western show, was introduced to teach Us how to use the lasso to catch a runaway…. No need to tell you how hilarious this was, but after half an hour or so, I think nearly all of Us managed to throw it over a slave and tug it.
After diner, the long expected bull ride, the event that all of Us were so curious about started. First there was this Indians vs Cowgirls-contest. The slaves had to ride the bull while the Mistresses rode one of their fellow slaves. The one that fell the first, lost. No need to say that all Cowgirls won. Who’d risk to get the sharp spurs dig in your flesh to win for a fellow slave? But anyway Maitresse Laurence, Madame Brigitte and Myself dug in the spurs without mercy!....hahahahahaaaaaaa….
Then there was a competition between the slaves, who had to ride the bull as long as possible. Each slave had to ride the bull for his Mistress who yelled at him to stay on, while five whips lashed out at him to get him off as soon as possible.
So, those who fell off rather soon were considered to embarras their Mistress and were punished by her in front of the rest. Like that, Lady Jeanines slave, who fell nearly immediately off,  was furiously whipped by Her. My slave (the black guy) did far better, but not as good as Madame Brigitte’s who managed to remain in the saddle for nearly two minutes. So Madame Brigitte was the winner! (Not the slave of course! When a game is won, it is the Lady who wins it. When a contest is lost, it is the slave who looses!!!) 
Afterwards, those that wanted to, could try the mechanical bull and We held a small competition as well between Me, Myriam Laurence and Brigitte. I suspect Brigitte to have trained on it prior to the party, since she managed to stay on the bull for more than a minute and for sure she is no better rider than Me or Myriam! Jeanine and Justine did not participate but enjoyed the spectacle with a slave between their thighs.

Ready for the party!!! Some wondered about My boots: Voila!

Around midnight, We all went to our hotels. Unfortunately, no slave was foreseen in the hotel(room) and if there was a minor lack to this weekend, it was that.

On Sunday, after our exquisite brunch, the bullwhips were brought in. We all agreed: no Western without bullwhips! Indeed Brigitte had asked everyone to bring Our best bullwhip but it was asked to turn them in at arrival. Now they were brought in and all of us immediately started to crack them loud in the air, on the floor and some already aimed at a slave. A deafening concert of explosions that must have scared the slaves to death. Hearing these leather snakes whistle and explode all around them nearly created panic among the naked slaves!  

But, I have no more time today, so I will write on the rest later on.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

P.S. As usual, it was a no pictures-party, but of course I can show you a picture of My outfit just before I went.

Annual weekend in France!

Tomorrow night, I leave for France for our annual meeting with a number of Domme friends I met a few years ago during a holiday. This year, the theme will be “Western”! So I bought Myself a new pair of Western boots. I am thrilled since the meetings are always very exciting and original and I can hardly wait to see My French Friends again.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Closer

Boots to worship. No?

As some of you readers remarked: unfortunately, the heels were not 100% visible. To make this up: a more close up picture!

 

Lady Contessa Pat



High heeled boots?

Trying new boots in My hotel room

One of you readers uttered the wish that I would wear more high heels. he (or she) told Me that I’d look extremely sexy in high heels and he begged Me for a pic of Me in heels. Here is My answer to him:

Another pair of thigh highs with high heels

Dear frank, it is not that I don’t wear high heels at all, but I simply find them less practical to wear. Maybe I do look more “sexy” in stiletto heels (in men’s view), but I don’t feel I have to look sexy to please men. Of course, I do wear now and then sexy high heeled boots, but that is nearly always to wear in house or even in bed!  Seldom to go out! However, since I met Patrick I have discovered that I like to look attractive for him!  So I recently bought a few pairs of high heeled boots…

 

Lady Contessa Pat

NYC

Me and boy john

Last week, in NY, apart from the “official” program, I had two “private” meetings. With the help of My German Domme friend, I could meet two subs in a special club. First, there was this slave of her who could guarantee My safety and remained with Me the whole time as a bodyguard, and secondly prior to the meeting I took a picture of them and their identity card and mailed it to Charlotte. On top of that, also the club guaranteed anonymity and safety of course (and a no pics policy). 
So, although I don’t like to take chances with this kind of meetings, I think it was quiet safe.
The first slave I met (apart from the one that served as My bodyguard) was a fourty something good looking guy that lived near NYC. I had met him a few months ago via the net and after several months of intensive chatting, I thought, he was trustworthy. And indeed he was very polite (well trained LOL). he offered Me anything I could think of and cleaned My boots while I had diner. (Afterall I could not show up on My meeting the next morning in dirty boots….) Later on, I socialized with the Women in the club, exchanging ideas and experiences. In the mean time, I had ordered slave john to dance naked for the people present. As a good slave, he did without hesitation. I only had to snatch My fingers to make him kiss My boots. After an hour or so, I took him to the whipping post and I whipped the shit out of him until he begged Me to stop. I left him there for the people of the club to release him after an hour or so and I returned to My hotel.

On Saturday, I met another slave, but I will tell you about him later.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

Candidates!!!

Since My stableslave peter left even before his cage was completely finished, I (and Myriam) urgently need a new stableboy. Since We cannot wait too long I expectionaly also look for candidates via the web.
I’d be very disappointed if We’d had to move our horses back to a manege due to lack of a decent slave! Over the years tens of subs begged to become My slave. Now is your chance! But be quick and send ASAP your resume (curriculum vitae) with an accompanying letter why you’d be an good stableslave for Me. To avoid misunderstandings: I expect a 24/7-slave, but I can accept a substantial transitional period.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Lady Myriam

Rewarding trip

I had a hiking trip with Patrick to the Ardennes.

Lara Croft?

When we were far enough from peeking eyes, I told him that I got a bit tired and that My slaves used to offer themselves to be mounted and carry Me in such a case. And of course like a real gentleman, he offered Me a relaxing time in his neck! Although no spurs nor whip, and only lasting about fifteen minutes, it was one of the most arousing “rides” on a man I ever had! Unfortunately Patrick got tired after fifteen minutes and asked to have a little stop. It showed sincere devotion that he asked for a temporary halt and not for a final stop, although I knew he was suffering under My weight! So, after a second stop, I told him My appreciation. At that moment, he asked if he could kiss Me and to My surprise, he went down on his knees in front of Me and kissed the tip of My boot. After that, he slowly came up, pushing his tongue onto the leather and later My jeans to make Me distinctively feel it. When he reached My pussy, I nearly orgasmed! Minutes later, we were making love in the woods! Three orgasms later, he licked My pussy to finalize My “trip to heaven”….

 

Lady Contessa Pat  

 

P.S. I will be in NYC for a few days

peter left

peter, My most recent slave, left. It was already clear for a few days that he did not like the presence of My new boyfriend, but yesterday, it all went wrong.

It started when I got home from a ride and told marc and jan that Patrick was coming over that night. “someone is not going to like that….” jan said whispering, but I heard it and asked him. With the aid of My crop I got to know that during My absence, peter had told them that he would not stay if I kept seeing Patrick. I was outraged when I heard this. Whether I would see him or not, it was not a slave’s call to question it!!!! So, outraged, I ran to the stables were I found peter cleaning the floor. As soon as I saw him, I started to yell at him and hitting him full force with My whip. My mistake, I should have cuffed him first, but I could not help it. I was so angry! First he took the blows, but when I started aiming for his face, he dared to use his hands and arms to protect it. That made Me even more angry and I ordered him to handcuff himself to a metal ring in the barn. Realizing what was going to happen, he refused and begged Me to calm down. he promised Me, that he’d allow Me to whip him to bleeding later on if I calmed down first. Not used to this kind of language towards Me, I kept on whipping him and kicking him with My boots. he begged Me and begged Me to understand his point of view, but of course I did not see matters in this light.

Than I ordered jan and marc to grab him and fix him. First jan hesitated, but when I lashed out at him he as well jumped towards peter. After a short struggle, the two stronger guys had peter under control and I ordered them to cuff him. “Now you are gonna be sorry for that!” I shouted at peter and ordered marc to get Me one of My most cruel singletails.

Then I realized that I was wearing these new boots with a pointed tip and I started to kick him like a madman. I kicked him wherever I could hit him, while he was crying and begging to stop. But My anger was so huge that I kept on kicking him with these pointed tips (afterwards I found out that I even had damaged the right tip and thus ruined these new 650 euro boots). I even tried to kick him in the face, but that was not easy and I did not really succeeded in doing so (apart from a grazing shot on his ear). Anyway, when marc got back with the whips, peter faced a very hard time and after ten minutes, he was bleeding seriously. Since I had cooled down a bit by then, I ordered jan to take care of peter while I took marc back to the house. It was only after three to four hours that I sent marc back to the stables to check with peter. When he came back, he told Me that peter wanted to leave and that he’d consider further detaining as kidnapping and that he’d put charges against Me in that case. I sent marc back to the stables to give peter the choice: accepting his punishment without complaints, or leaving right now (without hard feelings) and NEVER return. He choose the latter…. A pity!

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Problems?

After Patrick had left in the morning, I had My slaves out of their cages and asked them what they thought of My new relation. they all claimed that I deserved to have slaves around and no men that didn’t worship Me like a Goddess, like they do. peter said that he was disappointed to see a Lady like Me with a man acting as a lover instead of a slave. I hit him three times in the face with My crop and told him I’d tell Patrick about his remarks…

Realizing the danger of that, he begged Me not to do so! So, it is clear that My slaves don’t like My new lover and that they see him as an intruder. Of course that does not mean I have to take their opinion into account….

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Patrick

Yesterday, after riding, I discussed My future with Patrick, the guy I am seeing since a few weeks. The main problem of course was that of My dominant nature and that I would never be able to live with someone as My equal and that I did not want to give up the easy life I actually live!

But, to My surprise, he told Me he understood and did not object. He reminded Me of My relationship with My female friends and My Domme friend Myriam. That I accepted them as equals without feeling the need to dominate them. Why then that would not be possible with him? Especially since he said that he didn’t mind having a dominant lover and that he was prepared to obey Me as long as I would not exaggerate and whip him or so. On the other hand he’d be glad to be the man around and punish My slaves if I’d feel like it. He told Me literally that he’d love to help Me keeping them under heel and that he wouldn’t mind beating someone black and blue to please Me!!!!! It felt like the gates of heaven went open!!!! So, although not planned, I took Patrick to My house!

When We arrived, I got marc, jan and peter out of their cages and had them kneeling on a line. When I came back to the room where I had told Patrick to wait I was not completely surprised when I found him swishing a crop in the air. The “bubble” in his pants betrayed his excitement. I kissed him long, heavy and passionately! Then I took him to the dining room to meet My slaves…. I think marc, jan and especially peter was more surprised than Patrick. Although I had taken other (non slave) males home, I had never faced them with My slaves. This time however there was no need to hide them.

After a few minutes of uneasy explaining, I ordered marc, jan and peter one by one to kiss Patrick’s boots. At that time, peter seemed to start protesting, but I lashed My whip out, silencing him. And like the other two before him, he bowed and kissed! Then to demonstrate the hierarchy, I ordered Patrick to kiss My boot on his turn.

The next hour, I showed him My house and the stables, My slaves running back and forth to fetch Us drinks, snacks and … some whips. After that, I had them locked up again and took Patrick to My bedroom. There, I didn’t need My slaves. Patrick performed their tasks with excellence… He left at sunrise….

 

To be continued….I hope!

New relationship?

subs can be found all over the net, in special clubs, at parties,….and so on.  As soon as You show being a Dominant Woman, You will attract them like moths to a flame!

Nevertheless, finding a good and decent slave is difficult (since most of them are not sincere). BUT: finding a non sub man who understands and accepts a woman keeping slaves is even much harder to find!

Since a few weeks however, I am seeing a guy who is not a slave and even finds My way of living “exciting”. We met during a  horseback trip in the Ardennes where he praised Me several times for My riding skills, underestimated My age with twelve years and offered Me a drink after the ride. Although not really “love at first sight”, I enjoyed his presence and style from the moment we met. A real gentleman!

So, since that meeting, I have been dating him a few times and last week, the subject of the movie “Ilsa, She Wolf of the SS” came up during a diner in a fancy restaurant. To My surprise, he told Me that he found the Ilsa-character very sexy! At that moment, I realized that this was the ideal moment to tell him about My secret feelings. As I had hoped, he was not disappointed. No, he was even rather interested! This was beyond My hopes!

By then, I was so hot and excited that I took him to My hotelroom where we had the best sex since years! The day after, when the euphoria (not the lust) had subsided a bit, I asked him about his ideas on BDSM and more specifically on people that live as slaves to meet their sexual desires. Like that I tried to find out whether he’d accept that I keep slaves. His first words were rather disappointing since he said that he believed they were ill or even nuts. But when I asked him what he thought of the women that use these men as slaves, he told Me he considered them as smart and admirable and then he frankly asked Me if I was in such a  “relationship”! The blush on My face must have betrayed  it and I could not else than admit.

He told Me that he was not surprised, that he already had suspected My dominant nature  and that the idea that I keep slaves was appealing to him! He even said that he found it extremely erotic!!!!! We hired the room a few more hours and the sex We had next was even better than the night before!!!! Unfortunately he had to leave early, but We decided to meet again and made appointments for next weekend. Maybe I will take him home after that to meet My slaves (they do not know yet)….

 

To be continued

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Licking "diseases"

A little update on the “licking-disease”-dilemma: I have had a number of reactions on My call and nearly all simply tell Me that the sub involved simply didn’t like licking boots or getting pissed on. All professionals consider the risks with drinking fresh piss neglectible (since fresh piss is sterile!)

A MD told Me in detail that the risks of getting ill from horseshit were actually there, but the chances of getting a disease as suggested are low.

However one professional pointed out the possibility of getting infected by bacteria producing very toxic toxins…

On the other hand, at least five subs told Me they had licked riding boots covered with horseshit at least once and none of them had ever been ill from that! To My surprise, two of them even claimed they actually ate horseshit from the boot and swallowed it!!!! I never even thought of that! On the other hand, three of them said they only cleaned dirty riding boots with their tongue, but never swallowed the dirt. Together with My slaves that makes at least five! one offered to come over to Me and demonstrate his  “licking skills”…

However, since I don’t want My slaves to get ill (what is the use of a slave that is ill and cannot work nor serve????), I will (at least for now) no longer make them lick My riding boots when they had contact with horseshit. Nevertheless, slavetongues will still be the preferred way to make My boots shine in general and especially when they are dull or dusty! The procedure for My riding boots after having walked in the stables will change a bit: removing all the thick pieces of muck, shit and other dirt with their bare hands before  removing the smaller dirt with a cloth remains as before. The only difference then will be that I will allow them to finish the leather with a little brush before applying shoepolish instead of having to lick them shining and applying shoepolish.

At least that will be allowed, as long as I have not more information on the risks!

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Dangerous living?

Risky business?

Recently I was contacted by someone who seemed to be a very interesting slave for Me at first sight. However, rather soon, he said that he would not drink urine, nor lick dirt or shit from my boots as that would lead to “typhus, cholera and a number of other nasty diseases”. I was surprised since I never had heard of that. On the contrary, I was told that fresh piss, straight from the “source” was sterile!? I am not a mouth pissing adept, but I have done it several times without anyone getting ill. Maybe more doubtful is the licking clean of dirty boots. I can understand that licking horseshit from riding boots might be a risk, but on the other hand, I have My boots licked clean hundreds of times without My slaves getting ill. Of course they do not always have horseshit on them, but in a number of cases, that must have been the case. Anyway, the statement of this slave scared Me a bit, and I wonder if anyone has more information on this.

Are we really taking unacceptable risks? Or is it just that this guy does not like to lick riding boots or drink piss? I would really appreciate your input!  Afterall, I don’t want My slaves to get in hospital with one of these diseases (or even die).

 

Please reply to Madam_Kommandante@yahoo.com

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Games!

Based on the thrilling experiences we had two weeks ago in Germany, I have been playing chess with Myriam, our slaves at stake. That means our slaves’ suffering. Indeed, the winner was allowed to enjoy Herself with the looser’s slave and do with him as She likes. In reality it was the idea to make the slave suffer just for his Mistress loss. We agreed that it would not be a joyride for the loosing slave, but that it had to be a real suffering! The principle: The winning Mistress gets the reward, the loosing slave pays! And….I won!!!!
So, her slave dirk, who used to be My slave for nearly a year, was Mine again for an hour…
I do not think he’ll be able to go swimming again for the next months, since he will not be able to explain the distinct whip scars on his back and chest…hahahahaaaaaa….

Lady Contessa Pat

P.S. When I asked jan how he felt seeing his Mistress whipping the shit out of another slave, he told Me that he’d enjoyed it and was proud of Me… Nice is’t it?

Ice cubes

Someone suggested to have slaves use icecubes made of a Mistress’ piss in their drinks. It was an idea that thrilled Me but as well remembered Me of a BDSM-couple I met a few years ago.

While at a party, I saw the guy putting some whisky – I presumed -  in his drinks. Just by accident I was introduced to the Woman and We got to talk. After a while I asked her if it was no problem if her slave drank alcohol. To My surprise she told Me that the bottle was not filled with alcohol, but something far more heavier: Her piss! She also told Me that they had been doing this for quite some time and that she had him drink from the bottle in public among people not aware of their lifestyle. Must have been very arousing, seeing your slave drinking your piss in public while nobody of the bystanders knows it….

I wonder if any of you readers have similar experiences.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Card game

Last weekend, We had this amusing card game:

Each of Us got a color and 200 points. The colors stood for each of Us and our slave. With the points, some “leisure” could be bought. Like that, a lash with a crop was 1 point, while a lash with the bullwhip cost 5 points, a kick also was 5,… Points could be earned (or lost) during the game. So if I won for instance 10 red points, I could choose to give Marissa’s slave two lashes with the bullwhip, or 10 with a crop, or I was allowed to kick him twice in the balls,…

The game itself was simple, a kind of adapted poker- and card game: After distributing the cards, We could bet a number of points. The one that won the round got the points from the highest bidder, unless she herself had the highest bid. In that case, the Winner got all the points at bet from the three others. Each player of course had her tactics, that could be offensive or defensive. A defensive play might most of all “protect” the own slave, but with an offensive tactic, One could win much, but as well put Her own slave’s hide at stake!  Of course during the game, our slaves were available for any service We’d liked, and two “houseboys” were at our disposition to get refreshments and snacks.

After ten or twenty rounds (I do not exactly remember) the points could be “cashed”.

Since I am a lousy card player, marc had a very hard evening, especially after the first leg.

For instance for the first leg, Carla turned the points she had won from Me (more than 100!) into full force lashes with the bullwhip! And Myriam had been caning him on the ass till bleeding (caning with the cane of choice was only 1 point!) I on My turn used the few points I had won to kick Charlotte’s slave two times in the balls.

Later on, I learned a bit, but he still got kicked and whipped all over with different whips and canes by My Friends. But I managed to revenge a bit on Carla’s slave!

 

 

Lady Contessa Pat

New stableboy

Since a few weeks I have found Myself a new stableslave. After thorough testing, he showed to be a worthy slave and he will be My new 24/7 slave! he has proved to be a very hard working slave, a handy man and he has experience in grooming horses.

New slave peter lawning

At the moment I have not enough cages, but I have a temporarily cage in the stables itself where he can sleep for the next weeks (it will not be too cold in this season). In the mean time they will build a new cage in My cellar. As three is a difficult number, I have appointed jan to be more or less My aid, granting him a bit more priviledges and give him slight authority over marc and peter. I wonder how this will turn out over time…

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

A day in the woods...

One of the nicer views where dirk got a “drink”

Since the weather was fine and My horse had to rest due to a small injury, I went to the Ardennes with My friend Myriam for a hiking tour last weekend. Since We had the plan to go to a remote part We had decided to take Our slaves with Us. (that means only marc, while Myriam took her slave dirk along). Indeed, We had the secret plan of toying around with them as soon as We’d be remote enough. So after an hour or so, We decided that it was too hard for Ladies like ourselves to walk, and We ordered Our slaves to carry Us like ponyslaves (a way of walking marc at least is very familiar with!). So, like that We travelled through these lovely woods chitchatting for at least half an hour. A pity, We didn’t bring our spurs and crop. Of course the latter was replaced by a souple twig that appeared to be a worthy substitute. And when it got broken or worn out, We simply took another one. After Our ride, Myriam suggested to have Our slaves taking off their clothes so we’d better see the effect of the different twigs and branches. Together with this, She attached on his balls a short metal leash that dirk had in his pocket and She showed how She kept him “at heel”. It appeared that he was used to this kind of “walk”! “You really got him by the balls!” I joked. And to emphasize that She had dressaged her slave well, She tugged a few times at the leash to make him stop and go. Like a dog! I tried the same thing with marc, but without proper training, it appeared to be a disaster and I thought a few times I was going to rip off his balls. Although I’d like the feeling of doing so, of course that was not the idea. Anyway, it indeed was a fine and relaxing hiking trip and I “promised” marc I’d train him on the leash as well…..

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Sexy...?



A new way to wear My “whippy”

A few days ago, someone said to Me that I am too aggressive and not “feminine” enough! he said that male subs like strict, but yet “feminine”, Dommes….

I told him that Dommes, that look “sexy”, most of the times (not always) do that to please the males (and their money). “Why else are many “Dommes” wearing high heels, so called “sexy” underwear or even pose half naked?”I asked him.

Is that really because they like that Themselves????? Of course the sub had no decent answer to that. 

 

I adviced him to ask himself what kind of “Domme” accepts males to demand what she should wear or do?

Well john (or whatever your real name might be), attached you can see a pic to show MY femininity. But boy, this is the farthest I go to “look feminine”!....

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Art!

 

 

Since a few weeks an artist became member of My fantasy-group (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/lcpcf).  

One of the first things he did was offering Me to make some drawings based on the stories and conversations in the LCPCF.

His work can be seen on  http://qjojotaro.deviantart.com, but with this message I want to show you already his skills.

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

"Orgasmic" weekend

w and a, showering before....

This weekend, I had brought My male slaves jan and marc to My friend’s, while She had arranged an extra slavegirl (for Me). From the beginning it was clear to Me that she had the intention of proving Her point that women are far better licking slaves than males. To prove this, She had invented and prepared a few tests for them. Of course both girls appeared to be expert lickslaves! While My slaves paid the price with serious punishment. One of her quips was that after a test the winners where going to whip the loosers simultaneously until they made Me and Marlon orgasm! No need to tell you that it were marc and jan who got their mouth between our legs and that it were wendy and anne who could wield the whip. In the end, I could only admit that the girls indeed were better licking slaves than My jan and marc. As a reward the girls were licked to orgasm by My slaves.

And despite the fact that they were beaten and yelled at all the time because of their loosing, marc and jan told Me they had a good time!

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Same boots, same feelings....

I wonder if anyone can tell Me which are Mine and which are Charlotte's

Just to show you that I am on the same wavelength as My German Domme friend: without having said a word on it, during Our latest ride near Aachen We showed up at the manege wearing the same boots! A stableboy took this picture when he remarked it and told Us We looked like sisters. I consider that as trying to flatter Me, because I think Charlotte is a very beautiful woman. And indeed, he had showed more than professional interest in Me and hang around Me to help Me on My horse, strap the saddle,….  he did his best to impress Me with his charm. Unfortunately, I think he was more into vanilla then the more rewarding kind of relationships.

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

A useful slave

A useful slave indeed

The picture was sent to Me by an admirer who claims that, like Myself, he feels that BDSM is mainly about fullfilling males fetishes. I couldn’t more agree, although I realize that a Mistress also should have something the subs like. I think that is always the case in a relationship, whether it be a vanilla one or a more thrilling one.

One can call Me egoistic, but to Me a slave is just that creature that makes life easier and more pleasant for Me. It provides Me a relaxed life of fun, sexual and mental fulfillment, without working, household chores, gardening, ….

Nevertheless I realize I can only live this life because there exist men that long to be dominated by a strong Female. Like that, the mutual interest in the relation is created. However, as the sub said, most subs are only looking to fulfill their own desires and only want a “relationship” on their terms. Not to be surprised that they do not find a genuine Dominant Mistress that fits. The only solution for these guys is a ProDomme. And indeed I have seen too many subs like that! The picture d. sent Me therefore is a good example of how a true Mistress-slave relationship should be: the male in service of the Woman! Not because he likes it, but because it makes life better or easier for Her! To Me, this guy is a true slave and this Lady a true Dominant. No half naked model on high heels posing, but a Woman of real flesh and blood just using her slave for Her benefit!

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Lady's delight

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Boots!

An admirer of My strictness sent Me this pic since he knew about My interest in the lifestyle of SS-Guardesses during WW2. “Lifestyle”!!! That means I am NOT sympathizing with the political ideas that are behind this and held up by these women.

But it is the unlimited power they had over the inmates that attracts Me. 

The pic attached is said to show the soles of Hermine Braunsteiner’s boots. She was called “the mare” because she used to kick prisoners with her steel reinforced boots. And, when looking at the picture, can you imagine how it must have been getting kicked with boots like that? Honestly, I’d be delighted to walk through the camp in boots like that, knowing that I could decide on life or death of the prisoners….Hmmmmmm…. Can you imagine the sound they made on the cobblestones? And how I’d tap My whip on them….

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Service!

I want to share with you a picture, My new candidate slave sent Me in the period before I actually met him.

At that time, he said that he’d love to do this for Me, to act as My personal servant simply to make life more easy and comfortable for Me. And indeed it is one of the pictures that made Me decide to see and test him. Someone prepared to walk naked behind Me, carrying My bags or other burden, in the freezing cold (one can see that the grass is frozen), carefully not using the path (as this is only for more precious Ones, like dominant Women) but the ground next to it (animals prefer to walk in the sand), deserves a chance.
Like that, he shows that it is all about the Woman’s comfort and not fulfilling his own desires! And that Ladies and slaves, is the bottom line of modern (consentual) slavery! And that is the kind of slaves I was looking for!!!!!!

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Whipping-weekend

As promised, the rest of My weekend at Charlotte’s:

First he was teasing and challenging Us saying that two bitches like us were never gonna make him beg and that he was never gonna kiss our boots, but when I started to use one of My more “blood drawing” singletails, his behavior changed completely. After a few good lashes with it, his back began to show serious cuts and bleeding welts his mocking turned into fear and he started to yell, shout and curse. I don’t know it was the pain or Our comments on the everlasting damage We might create with it. I noticed that this was one of his biggest fears, so I started to exaggerate and said for instance to Charlotte that  I had been scarred a slave so bad that he no longer could sit. It drove him nuts!

But, nevertheless, his pride overtook and although pulling frantically like a madman at his cuffs, he refused to beg Me to stop. At least that was until We had shown him a picture of his bleeding back and I said to Charlotte that I was going to aim at his face. Of course he didn’t know I was winking to My friend and that I had taken another whip. So when I lashed him in the face he yelled like a pig that got skinned (although it was a much softer whip, than the one I had used on his back). And he broke when he got another one over his other cheek and I yelled (acting)  something like “Oh Dear look what a furrow! That will never heal!” he broke in tears and begged to stop and started to cry, admitting that We had won. A sentence We made him say about ten times, louder and louder. And during this, We kept on whipping him (on the back) showing that We’d only stop if it suited Us, not because of his begging. And when Charlotte forced him to kiss her boots, I got this wicked idea and I rubbed the sole of My riding boot over his bleeding back, and presented it for cleaning. I made him lick his own blood!!! And: he did!!!! Even without complaining. The one that was not going to beg, was licking My riding boots clean!!!!! A complete victory! Don’t you agree?  
But Charlotte even went further: She went to the toilet and came back with a full glass! And he drank it till the last drop!!!!
When We rode back to Charlotte’s place, We felt so hot that She called two slaves to come over and serve Us sexually….

Lady Contessa Pat

Now, when I look back at the whipping, I realize that (like before with a to the bone whipping) three phases could clearly be distinguished:

First: selfconfidence  (in this case combined with challenging mocking)

Second: Fear, anger and pride: angry shouting and yelling trying to stop the whipping without having to give in

Last: Surrender: after being broken, crying and begging like a baby, completely subjected to Your mercy

I wonder if some of you have similar experiences or is it just food for psychologists?