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?

 

Whipping-weekend

Although I have little time right now, I cannot wait to share with you the wonderful (whipping) weekend I had.

Some time ago, My friend Charlotte had  met a guy that had challenged her that no woman was able to whip him beyond his limits.  Convinced that nobody can stand a real thorough whipping, she had said that she knew a “whip Mistress” who’d break him in no time. And she referred to …Me! After calling me on it, We pondered the pros and cons and we decided to go for it. If he’d break, Charlotte would win the bet and we’d have our prove that no male could stand our cruelty. If he indeed would stand, We’d have had the cruellest whipping anyone can imagine. We’d win anyway!  My only fear was that he was a kind of painslut, who’d love to get hurt real bad, but even then I knew even these fools break. So on Saturday I went!

From the scars that were all over his body, I immediately could see that he indeed had been whipped seriously before and that We would not need to hold Ourself. As Charlotte had asked, I had brought some extremely hard whips, even one I never dared to use full force, but I took it with Me….in case of…. It was a pity that We had to lash him inside his house, which meant that it was not possible to use Our long bullwhips. However, I had some singletails can be equally damaging if not more than most bullwhips!

We had him handcuffed and attached to a radiator pipe with a four letter lock. Charlotte had figured it all out so We could leave his house quiet and smoothly after the whipping and We’d call him with the combination of the lock when we were safely gone. So he would not be able to turn against Us when we’d release him. he’d have to release himself, and by then We’d be safe and long gone! I had warned her in advance for this, but she managed well to deal with the problem. Another prove that Women are more creative than men! Smarter! The first thing we did (even before introducing) was securing him. At first he didn’t want that, but when Charlotte said that We’d leave then, he agreed.

 

So folks, that’s it for today. I have to go now.

To be continued….

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Nice weekend ahead?

My friend Lady Charlotte has invited Me to Germany for what she promised to become “the most exiting and sadistic whipping I will ever experience….” And She summoned Me to bring My most cruel whips! She seems to have met a guy that had challenged her that no woman was able to whip him until he begged to stop. 

So the weekend seems to become a real thrilling one!

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Personal accessories

I have never made it a secret that I would not have have mind living in another era. I think living in the southern states of America about three hundred years ago would have suited Me. Recently I got this picture from an admirer who sent this to Me stating that I’d might be an excellent plantation Mistress. And looking at the picture, I think that might be true…..

It is nice to see that a good whip is considered as a normal “utility” in a Lady’s personal things. I wonder how many backs have met this little aid, but from the type and length, I would not be surprised if it was mainly used to hit a slave in the face.

I wonder if any of you readers have examples of era when Ladies like Myself would be respected instead of being reviled. I would like you to let Me know.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Racking hunt

A few days ago, I received a pic from an anonymous slave asking it I liked it and if so, what I thought of this.

Of course I envie the Woman in the saddle and I wish it was Me! What did you think? I have had similar experiences already, but not with so many slaves at a time. I have had a slave made running naked through a riding hall while I chased him on horseback and whipped him. It was fun, but not as thrilling as I expected (maybe because only the two of us were present). I think it would be far more enjoyable if We could be several equestriennes driving and racking a group of slaves. Driving them in a corner, closing them in and racking them with our lethal whips… Hmmmmm!!!!!

Unfortunately this is very hard to organize, but My French Domme friends plan to do so in the autumn of 2013! I am already looking forward to it!

Anyway, I would like to ask if anyone of you has experiences with this and/or knows where it would be possible to experience this. Good tips might be rewarded!

 

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante 

Showing arousal

Some subs ask Me if showing sexual excitement is forbidden in My presence and whether My slaves are allowed to show it or not.

As a matter of fact it is very simple: unwanted sexual behavior of course is forbidden and punished in the most severe ways, but sexual arousal deliberately induced by Me or sexual arousal out of adoration, worshipping or veneration of Me  is allowed if not encouraged!

Call it female vanity, but slaves or not, male attention always flatters a females ego! It is flattering to see a male’s “thing” go up in Your presence and it is even more fun to toy with it and use it to punish if needed.



Don’t be ashamed if this arouses you. It is meant to!

But slaves! That is only when allowed and wanted by the One in charge: The Mistress!

 

Lady Contessa Pat