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