Me and boy john |
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
This is photoshopped as many other pictures on this blog! Why? Are you fake?
ReplyDeleteOf course it is photoshopped! Do you really think I would show My face all over the net?
Deleteyou really are a bad looser! It is your own fault you missed a meeting!
Lady Contessa Pat