wolfgang

I received a nice mail from wolfgang, the slave I met in Aachen two weeks ago.

Noble Countess Lady Pat,

I'm glad I found your address, because I still want you to know that I will not soon forget once our meeting in Aachen. It was my best, and my most authentic experience with dominant women so far. The way you treated me, that was pure class. Someone break, train, and retain under the boot like the most normal thing. You overpowered me as a real ruler and I think also any time of the day to you. You enchant me. And you were not only very strict and tough, but also fair and every kick I got and every whiplash that I got had earned, if only just because you felt like hitting me. I feel your boots still! And the welts on my back are still visible. You were all very attractive, but you were really irresistible in your special uniform and I was certainly not the only one who thought so.

 

wolfgang at My boots in the hotel room

Although it looked as if he used a translation machine (his English was rather poor and his mail contained strange errors) I was delighted with his mail.
I was especially pleased with the words that My whipmarks still lasted. It looked as if he was proud to wear them!
While most “subs” do not want to get lasting whipmarks, real slaves do not mind. they take it when it pleases their Mistress! No list with do’s and don’t’s! 
A real slave indeed! Charlotte had made an excellent choice!

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

 

How many sub?

I just read in a Belgian magazine that about 0,5% of the people are into BDSM. For My country, that means approx. 50000 people. I wonder where they all hide?

I also wonder how many of these are Dominant and how many are submissive? Does anyone of you have more data on this?

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Carnival (part 2)

It was clear that wolfgang, My slave, did not expect someone to wear spurs and he had no idea how to deal with them and how to affix them to My riding boots. So he got a good taste of My whip while trying to do it right.

After that, We went back in town for a restaurant while our slaves left Us. Indeed: We went dining in our costumes, that means: Me in My SS-outfit! In Germany! An guess what, nobody seemed to bother, at least no negative comments were uttered. On the other hand, several men couldn’t take their eyes off, drooling like hungry dogs.
And I saw that also Mistress Carla who was also wearing a nazi-uniform, could count on a lot of visual attention!
Anyway, after diner, we went to a costumed ball, where the slaves had gathered again (amongst hundreds of other people). Two of them were in prison clothes, one was dressed as a paysant, a butler and another one (My afternoon slave) had a kind of dogsuit on.
 A few hours and several drinks later, we got a little bit more bold and Myriam’s whip (She wore an animal tamer outfit) got more and more actif. First just threatening, but after a while several people around her received a few good strokes so I had to warn her to be careful as we still were in a public place (although our slaves were still with us). But, after a while it was impossible to contain them. The crowd suddenly got agitated and they gathered around a certain spot. First I thought there was a fight, but then I saw Mistress Carla was sitting atop her slave riding him on all fours through the ballroom, her crop going up and down nervously. Oh My god, I thought to Myself, and this in front of all these people! But, nobody seemed to bother and considered it as part of the party! I was even more surprised when a complete stranger came to Me asking if I’d liked to make a ride as well! I thanked him, but waved at the slave that was with Me and told the guy I had My own “horse”…. That was when I thought it was better to leave the “party” and I disertated with Charlotte to leave, which We did (not without difficulties) fifteen minutes later.


My outfit for the Saturday party

(today very controversial in Belgium)

Because Myriam and Carla (who were absolutely drunk) were so disappointed, we had to promise them they would have their fun and take them to Charlottes home. Over there, their slaves had a rough time until they got kicked out.  

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

P.S. As with most of Our parties there was agreement to maintain a strict no photos policy at the event, so I can only show a picture of My outfit in the hotel.

Carnival

As I might have written before, carnival is a period of the year I like very much, although it is less popular in My community than it is in the eastern part of Belgium and in Holland and Germany.

I like it mainly, because it makes it possible to wear something like a uniform in public without suspicion.

Dancing on Friday evening

This year was extra special because We were invited by one of Our Domme friends to come and celebrate with her in Germany. So on Friday evening We checked in a cozy hotel were We were picked up by a Friend’s slave who took Us to the centre for partying. We did not have to bring our own slaves, because Charlotte, our host, had foreseen a gorgeous looking slave for each of Us. (I still wonder who had paid. Charlotte or the slaves…). As it was partying in public, the slaves had to act like mainstream “dates”, but altogether had to serve Us (fetching drinks, paying, holding umbrella’s, driving, …). Of course they were warned to do their utmost best as on Saturday, they would be at the other side of Our whips! And indeed, our (private) party on Saturday afternoon started with a “punishment hour” where We could make them pay for their behavior We’d considered unappropriate for a slave on Friday. Lady Charlotte and her local Friend had them cuffed and chained one next to the other and offered Us a collection of fine whips and free access… It was almost a pity to damage the gorgeous bodies presented to Us, but the dynamics of the group made the whips fly and crack through the air and We whipped them in a casual atmosphere wielding the whip in one hand, a glass of champaign in the other.  After the punishment for Fridays errors, there was the usual serving including the shoe and boot service while we exchanged experiences and ideas and of course the always present gossiping amongst Women!
After that, We changed clothes, helped by Our slaves. Charlotte, had foreseen enough time to toy with the slaves during this and She openly suggested that sexual services were not excluded…..

 

To be continued when I have more time….

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

Luxuary

Today I am facing a problem of luxuary. After years of looking for decent slaves, now several seemed to show up all of a sudden. (Why didn’t they offered their “services” before?!!) It is a problem since I already have two and considered only one extra (as stableslave) and even keeping this third one is creating practical difficulties, today still not 100% solved. Also the nearly simultaneously creation of a “slavepool” for Me and some Domme friends (I wrote on that before) does not make it easier. On top of that My company requires much more attention from Me than when I took it over. All this makes that I hardly have time for the testing of these new candidate slaves! However, a good screening and testing of candidate slave is mandatory to avoid problems later on. Believe Me, I know!!!

 

Lady Contessa Pat