frank

Yesterday I met frank again, but rather soon it was clear that he is rather a slave than suitable to become My servant and assist Me keeping My slaves under heel.

 

As agreed, I had picked him up at a remote place about ten kilometers from where I live and had blindfolded him. Then, We had put him on the backside and Myriam made sure that he kept down. The blindfold was only removed when we were inside.

As soon as he had visual again, he dropped to his knees and tried to kiss My boots, but I kicked him and told him that kissing My boots was only allowed when I granted it and that I’d expect him to beg for it! Which he immediately did. Next I showed him the house and introduced him to jan and marc who on their turn kissed frank’s shoes on My sign. As I had explained to frank during a previous meeting, I’d expect him to manage My household when at My house and thus he’d be their boss. So some submissivity from My slaves towards him was normal. But, instead of enjoying, he looked a bit surprised, so I told him that he’d better make them work hard because I might hold him responsible for anything that was not according to My wishes in the household (when under his supervision). He seemed to be a bit reluctant to accept all this so I gave him the choice and asked whether he’d prefer to whip jan or get whipped by Me. The fool choose the latter so I had cuffed and fixed him and blindfolded him again. He immediately realized his mistake and ten minutes later, he cried and begged Me to stop!

When I stopped I gave the whip to jan who was next to Me all the time. Then I removed frank’s blindfold and started laughing at him. When he saw the whip in jan’s hands, he started to cry like a baby and he went down on his knees as if totally broken. The idea that jan had been whipping him seemed unbearable to him and he begged Me to release him and bring him back.

I called Myriam back in and after half an hour, I had him blindfolded again, recuffed his hands and drove him back to where I had picked him up. Another disappointment after problems I had with another “servant”….

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

New leather pants

Myriam asked Me to ask you what you think of her new leather pants. 

I want you all to let Us know!

Lady Contessa Pat

Promising

Since more than a year I had the plan to find someone who would be submissive to Me, but together dominant over My real slaves and help Me to keep them under heel. Someone to accompany Me during trips abroad, when I go horsebackriding, for hiking, … Serving Me as a servant and, If needed, acting as My husband.  

I thought that finding someone like that was not going to be a problem (also because I could offer him a life without working), but, after a few months, I realized that it is more easy to find a real slave-sub than the kind of guy I was looking for. Nevertheless, since a few months, tides seem to have changed and after a German guy that I have been seeing now and then for a few months, I now seem to have found another serious candidate (although he seems to be more sub than Hans)!

I had contacted frank, the guy I met during riding, for another meeting, and as a safety precaution, I had told Myriam about frank and had asked to join Me during the meeting.

So, last Saturday, We didn’t do our regular trip along the wood, but instead changed towards a less popular part a few kilometers further. A part of the wood  that was hardly used to ride. When We arrived frank appeared to be already there (although We arrived 30 minutes in advance)  and I noticed that he was very nervous. First I thought it was the horses, but when I saw him looking suspiciously at Myriam, I realized that it was her presence that made him feel uncomfortable. So, I explained that She was just there for My safety and look-out not to get disturbed. And when he saw that She took position at the path about 50 meter further away he got a bit more at ease.

Since I did not wanted to loose time, I immediately ordered him to take off his clothes to present himself to Me. After the initial hesitation and after I showed the intention of leaving, he reluctantly started to remove his shirt. I had to urge him with each piece, but even if it was nearly freezing, I finally managed to get him completely naked in front of Me! (except for his socks I realized later)

Then I had him come to Me and kiss My right boot “as a welcome”. After that, I ordered him back on his knees about ten meters away and I dismounted. Under the guarding eyes of Myriam, I walked over to him and started wiping My feet on his shirt that lay on the ground.

After this, I started walking slowly around him and after a few minutes of silence, I ordered him to get up and started inspecting his body touching it intensively with My crop. Like that I tapped his face, nipples and cock (that was erect from the beginning) to check his ability to remain docile and obedient when sexually excited. He did not move and only moaned softly when I grabbed his nipple and pinched it between My gloved fingers. Test succeed!

Next, I ordered him on all fours to form a footstool next to Magic to make Me mount easy. He did without questioning nor hesitation. When I sat comfortably in the saddle, I took a little snapshot of him down there and summoned him to clean My boots using his shirt as a cloth. No discussion, no hesitation!

After finishing this, I asked him if he was interested in a relationship with Me. Again: no hesitation. He was! But I immediately told him the conditions of such a relationship and  explained what I’d expect of him. 

Finally, I told him he could think it over and I allowed him to kiss My boot again and I drove My horse in a trot, leaving him behind. 50 meters further, Myriam joined Me and We rode off in a full gallop.

So, after years of problems to find a suitable slave and/or servant I might be facing a problem of picking one!

Lady Contessa Pat

Meeting?

I have ordered frank, the guy I met during riding along the canal, to meet Me tomorrow

I hope he takes the challenge and will be there…

 

Lady Contessa Pat

London calling... again

During My latest trip to London I introduced Hans as My secretary. So he could stay with Me and I could make use of his gentlemanship during the whole day! At the end of the day one of My businesspartners said to me that he had the impression that I have very loyal personnel, referring to Hans. If he’d knew…

Anyway it was very useful having a servant around all day and….night!

Lady Contessa Pat

Encounter...again

Three days I ran again into the guy who seems to walk the same trail that I use now and then with My horse. Unlike the last time, he was alone (without his dog)  

Again he started flattering Me by telling how beautiful I was and that My husband or friend was very lucky. Blablabla… Of course he said so to hear whether I had someone or not. And indeed to his delight I told him I had not. As part of his charming plan he said that he could not believe that a beautiful woman like Myself had no partner and that it was ashame that I had no-one to pamper Me….. Right from the book I think. So cliché!!!

Since I already was convinced of his submissive feelings, (he had told Me before that he fancied women on horseback) I simply ordered him to follow Me to a more remote place a bit further away to get to know each other a bit better. But, I already warned him in advance that I’d stay mounted on My horse, expected him to keep a distance of at least 10 meters and that I’d run as soon as he did something I might not like. Of course, he agreed and came after Me. When We arrived I ordered him to get down on his knees in front of Me “just as a safety precaution for Me” I explained, lying. First We discussed his social status and his sexual preferences (as expected he admitted he was a sub and always had dreamed of serving a Lady like Me. That he had visited a few proDomme’s, had been looking for Dommes on the internet and was prepared to spent the rest of his life serving Me). I made him put his ID-card on a branch and had him go back on his knees at the opposite side. I took it and memorized the important things about him before I threw it back to the ground, only a meter away from My horse. I told him that he could pick it up, but when he wanted to get up to get it, I warned him to stay down and thus get it on all fours! Also this test he succeeded. Then I asked him if he liked My boots and if he knew what a “bootboy” was.  Next I allowed him to get up till My boot and kiss it.

After that I summoned him down again and nodded to get back to his original place. He did al this without any comment not hesitation!

I finally told him that since he had proven to be obedient and docile, I’d consider him and might call him to meet again. Then I drove Magic into a gallop and left frank behind. “When?” I heard him shouting, but I did not react. I was going to keep the strings in hand and let him feel that!

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Close Encounter

Weeks, if not months ago, I met a guy who was walking his dog while I was riding. I had talked to him (although I don’t remember what it was about). Last weekend, I saw him again while riding the same trail. Still ten meters away, he signed Me to stop and immediately said that he was glad that he saw Me again. He told Me that he took the trail very often hoping to see Me, but without success up till then. When I asked him why that was, his face got blushing red. My direct question clearly took him by surprise but he managed to tell Me half stuttering that he found it extremely arousing when I had tapped My boot with My whip (did I really do that?) and that therefore he had  hoped to see Me again. I fainted surprise and asked why he liked Me seeing tapping My boots and to tease him, I did it again while speaking the words.

At that moment, he made a step in My direction, but I turned My horse immediately to keep the distance and told him not to come closer for his own safety. “you don’t want to get kicked by My horse” I warned him. he got the message at once and excused himself extensively, saying that he didn’t came closer deliberately and so. And that he was not afraid since it looked as if I had My big horse pretty well under control. I know it was risky business using that language in front of a male, who obviously, fancied Me, but at that moment, the excitement took over and I answered him that I liked to keep things under control. His reply came immediately saying that he’d be delighted to be controlled by a beautiful lady like Me!

To tease him and also to show My superiority, I swished My crop in the air, saying that I had means to keep “things” the way I like. At that moment, a jogger came within hearing range, but the guy hurried to ask Me for diner. Since I already had plans for that evening I fobbed him off, but he insisted and finally asked Me to have a drink with him. “Anytime you want” he said, but the presence of the jogger had brought Me back to earth so I turned and urged My horse in a light trot. “Please!” I heard him shout. “Maybe another time” I replied without looking back. Afterwards, I was a bit disappointed that I did not made an appointment for a drink, but I hope to see him again one of these days.

 

Madam Kommandante

London...dungeon!

Showing what I had in mind for the (hired) slave!

Last weekend I was in London again and I My servant Hans to a special club in London. Hans himself had figured it all out and arranged that I’d have a “session” with a slave while he looked at Me toying with that slave. We had agreed that he’d only watch unless he could no longer stand it. If this happened, he could only join as My “full-aspect” slave! And indeed (and to My delight), after less than a quarter of an hour he presented himself on his knees in front of Me and begged Me to be My slave and kiss My boots….  I immediately warned him that it meant that as My slave I could whip him and hurt him real hard whenever I felt like it. From that moment on we only called each other “Mistress” and “slaveboy”. For starters I had him lick My boots while I whipped the slave, strapped in front of Me to a cross. After a while, he reached the top of My riding boot and as a good slave, he waited patiently to leave the leather and touch My leg. To tease him I waited a few minutes but of course finally I allowed him to come up further. And by the time I felt his tongue on the backside of My pussy, the slave’s screaming reminded Me that I got carried away and that I was whipping him to bleeding.

The club and its dungeons was topclass and Hans had been bringing some of My favorite items that I wanted to wear in a dungeon like that but that I didn’t dare to bring crossing a border. I didn’t want to explain rowel type spurs and a stockwhip in My suitcase with customs! But for Hans it simply was a way of showing his devotion to Me!

I did not regret a second that I had taken this step to visit a “commercial” dungeon. It was fun and thrilling and I intend to do this more!

Lady Contessa Pat

Chariot race?

I heard a rumour about a kind of “chariot-slaverace” in France next month, but My French Friends did not know. Does anyone know about this or has more information on it? I really want to know! Also if it would not be with chariots but just ponyboy racing I am interested.

Let Me know as soon as possible: madam_kommandante@yahoo.com

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Checking on Hans

As you know I have this new servant-lover Hans and I had invited him to My place for a more thorough discussion on My way of living, how he’d fit in that, at what terms and the engagements I expect.

As usual, he rang at the front gate not a minute late. To My delight, jan called him “Master Hans” when he opened the door (he did so voluntarily because I had not said nor ordered to do so!). I had dressed casually but yet a little bit sexy and provocative with My high heeled thigh high boots over My riding breeches and leather shirt and he clearly noticed that as soon as he saw Me and I offered Me My gloved hand for a courtesy handkiss. Like a real gentleman he took My leather hand and kissed it passionately.  

After a welcome drink and a few snacks, I dismissed My slaves jan and marc (I did not want them to hear Our conversation) with the idea of discussing Our future, but instead he started to kiss My boots and thighs and a few minutes later, We were in My bedroom….  and, an hour later We did start Our discussion on it (although in a slightly different place than I had expected). 

After diner, I reprimanded marc for staring at My breasts (actually he did not really do that, but I needed a way to check whether Hans was going to defend My “honor”….) and I asked Hans if he let such lack of respect and  rudeness towards Me happen and what he’d do about it…. To My delight, Hans took one of the crops that lay on the small table and ordered marc to bend over…. Minutes later, marc’s buttocks were red like fire and when I decided that I  had seen enough, I signed Hans to stop. Next, I ordered Hans to kiss My boots to show his loyalty to Me and to emphasize to everyone the hierarchy: Mistress – servant – slaves! Hans seemed to accept and even like this situation and when he left he found out about another advantage of his position: My slaves had cleaned his car while We were upstairs.

Before he left back home, we agreed to meet again in London in two weeks.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Cleaning boots

A few days ago someone wrote to Me that he was never satisfied with the result when he cleaned his Mistress’ boots with his tongue and that he never achieved to get them bright and shiny like they were when polishing them with shoe shine. he wrote that it was frustrating to see that he could not meet his Mistress expectations with his tongue.

I told him that indeed, decent cleaning involves shoe polish! It is male chauvinism to think that they can make Our boots shine like a mirror with only their tongue. I admit that the basis of a good boot cleaning is the slave’s tongue to remove all dirt and debris and to solute stains that originated from liquids of all kind, but to give the leather its shiny aspect, shoe polish is inevitable. Also, the finishing touch with a slave tongue after this is more symbolic than necessary. 

In order to show this, I had a pair of old worn boots tongue-cleaned by My slave. After having finished both with his tongue, I had him one finished with shoe shine, while the other only got an extra “treatment” with his tongue. you can see the difference in the pic!

So slaveboys: forget that you can make Our boots shine with your lousy tongues! Only if it is their nature (glossy leather) and/or if they are new, you can give them the desired shine.

Do not misunderstand and think that I do not have My boots tongue-cleaned by My slaves.

As I said, a slave tongue is excellent for the cleaning itself (only not for the shining) and, if not for the quality, it is a good way to show them daily very well their position anyway…

Lady Contessa Pat

My Face Scrapers

My “Face Scrapers” specially adapted for Me…

Someone had found a picture of My boots, known as My “Face Scrapers” on the net and he asked Me about the effect of My “Face Scrapers” on a human body.

So, a few days ago, I had ordered a slave to get them for a little demonstration. After having kissed and worshipped the boots, I had him flat on the floor in front of Me, face down.  I was not surprised when he screamed it out when I stepped on him, since I pushed the spikes well in to make distinct marks. And when I withdrew, I saw that they had drawn blood!

As a result, I ordered My slave to clean the spikes and lick away his own blood. Being a well trained

slave, he did so, tears in his eyes, but without any remark. As solace, I told him that he had been very useful and it had been a good test and demonstration. Because indeed that was it: a demonstration to check whether I was right or not when I named these boots  “Face Scrapers”…. I think it indeed is an appropriate name.

Afterwards I took a shot of his back. The picture shows the result!

Lady Contessa Pat

Presenting riding boots

Excellent way of  offering My riding boots to Me

A member of My LCPCF-group (yahoo-group) made this drawing for Me when I asked him how he’d bring My riding boots when I wanted them. I think he did a very good job and it was right on topic. It is clear that he knows what LCPCF is all about….

Maybe you should congratulate him with his work.

Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Favorite Quote

I wonder if you are familiar with My favorite quote?

 

What is the cruelty in carrying a stinging whip?

What is the cruelty in wearing shiny leather boots?

What is the cruelty in sharp spurs attached to them?

 

Woman!

Hiking

Last weekend I went hiking in the Ardennes (South of Belgium). Since it is always such trouble to take one of My slaves to serve Me during the trip, I had asked My new friend Hans to come along. (He lives in Germany and only comes over when I summon him).

I had hired a room in a cosy little hotel in the middle of nowhere near tens of nice hiking trails and I was a little bit suntanning in the garden when Hans arrived on Saturday morning

After a drink and a few directives, I changed My fashion boots for a pair of good hiking boots and we left for our main trip.  The weather was fine and I was very relaxed. During the trip, I  tested Hans and suggested to clean My boot with his shirt after I had stepped in some mud. As expected he did exactly as I had hoped. Another “test”was when we came at a small and shallow river where I suggested he’d carry Me over it sitting in his neck as I didn’t want to wet My boots. Finally, near the end of the walk, he suggested himself to carry Me in his neck when I told him that I was getting tired. Of course I made good use of the offer.

Back in the hotel, he helped Me out of My boots, gave Me a good massage, and served Me at least as good as My slaves do.  After a relaxing shower, I changed into a more appropriate outfit and we went for diner with excellent wines. After the extensive meal, I took Hans back upstairs and I told him he was going to be My sexslave for the night! First I made him worship Me a bit (as usual), made him kiss My boots and finally My little bum.

After a while, I told him that I had a little surprise and took a little whip out of My suitcase. I saw that he scared up a bit, but he didn’t object and I reassured him  that I considered this one as a sextoy and that I’d use it that way. Again I ordered him to kiss My boots and allowed him to rise slowly, steadily going up along My thighs….  when he reached My pussy with his tongue, I told him that his tongue would be My pussy’s slave for the night and I ordered it to carress it’s new Mistress and owner.  Later on, My pussy also got another toy….

In the morning, after a good but rather simple breakfast, We took off to visit a castle.

Of course the visit to the dungeons was the most exciting part. The guide explained how prisoners were interrogated and brought to confession, and that they didn’t care whether a confession was under torture or not. A confession was a confession in these days. No lawyers with procedure issue!

I also learnt that whipping was mainly to punish and to make people work harder, but that other “devices” were used to “interrogate”….

After the visit, I told Hans how I’d make good use of that dungeon and those torture devices! And he admitted that I would be an excellent interrogator and that he’d love to see Me in action….

During our extensive lunch in a nearby restaurant, he vowed Me to see him more and We decided to do more this kind of little weekends together. Of course I agreed since I like very much this comfortable way of hiking: Hans does not mind carrying Me in his neck when I get a bit tired.  And unlike with My slaves, I don’t have to carry a whip nor have spurs at my boots to make him do exactly as I want!

And for more intimate services in the evening…. And believe Me, his sexual services are top level! So we decided to see each other more often.

After lunch, we visited some very nice gardens, before we said goodbye and finally drove home.

Lady Contessa Pat

France (continued)

In My latest message, I told you about the relaxing garden and Jacuzzi-time at Jeanine’s, but of course that was not the only “entertainment” that weekend.

 

One of the activities Jeanine had foreseen on Synday, before lunch was “ponyriding”. I think I do not have to explain what that is…  Since I had been expecting something like that, I had brought My riding outfit, including some Mexican rowel-type spurs for riding slaves! Fun fun fun!!!! And since My slave serge was the most atletic of the slaves, I won nearly all “rounds”. Only on his fours, he was a bit slower and I could make good use of My crop and spurs! Maybe I shouldn’t be proud on that, but when I dismounted him, his thighs were slightly bleeding! But don’t think I was the only One making good use of My spurs! Compared to what Laurence did to slave andre, it was nothing! Fortunately, being Madam Jeanine’s personal slave, andre is used to this kind of hard treatment. The scars all over his body were ;roof of that. Also it was obvious that his thighs had been cut open with spurs before. you could call him a typical example of a so called “painslut”. That was clear about an hour later. After lunch, Jeanine led us to a large canvas bag that obviously contained a slave. When it was opened later, We saw that (as I had already expected) andre. It was hung up at a solid branch of a thick tree and Jeanine told Us the idea and “habit” of a “piñata”. It was the idea to hit the bag with a stick or whatever We wanted until it broke and revealed its content. Normally sweets She said, but in this case of course “something” else. Like that, a minute later, We were beating the bag the four of Us with our crops, but after a while, Jeanine and Laurence exchanged their whips for hard sticks. Immediately the sounds from the bag grew louder indicating more pain and after a few minutes, “the bag” was begging loud to stop. It was lowered and as expected it was andre, Jeanine’s personal slave. She explained that it was his punishment for being a lousy pony and thus embarrassing Her with Her Friends during the ponyraces. I am sure that even a painslut like him did not like it! And although he was wearing a special helmet to protect his head and face, the rest of his body got beaten black and blue, because Jeanine and Laurence did not spare him! I am not sure it was 100% safe. That was why I only used My crop and did not go for the hard sticks. Maybe I am too good for slaves…..hahahahahaaaaaa….

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

P.S. Oh yes, what I forgot to tell you in My previous message: When We had a toast on Brigitte’s birthday, all slaves had to gather around Us and had to fill a glass from the Jacuzzi while Our glasses were filled with a fine champaign.

After the toast, Jeanine’s slave was asked to describe the taste and fragrance of his drink.

Of course trained to do so, he said that it tasted like champaign and that it had this scent of royalty and that he could taste the scent of four divine bodies…. Laughter of course…hahahahahaaaaa….

France

After a small demonstration of Madame Jeanine with Her whip, the slaves were ordered to run while We’d “hunt” them down with our whips. Once hit, a slave had to prostrate himself in front of the Lady that hit him and would be considered to be the personal slave of his huntress. I immediately had My eye on a rather muscular guy who seemed to be an experienced slave. So as soon as Jeanine gave the sign, I focused on him, but I rather found out that also Laurence headed for the same one! So, I hurried, but I could not avoid that She already lashed out before I even could launch My whip. Luckily, serge, the slave, was used to this kind of “game” and he managed to avoid Laurences first two strikes. As a result, he tried to escape her and ran more or less in My direction. An opportunity I took and I lashed My whip out in a horizontal way so I actually could not miss him. The leather curled around his body like a snake and he threw himself on the ground. Like a beaten prey he looked up at Me and started to crawl towards Me, keeping his chest in contact with the grass. When I looked up I saw that Madame Jeanine had managed to wrap the end of her bullwhip around her slave’s neck and tugged him like a dog on a leash! Once again, it showed Her expertise! Making a bullwhip wrap around someones neck is not easy. I tried Myself several times, but I had to stop since the leather end cut the face far too easy when landing a bit to high!  

And in no time, also Laurence had changed prey and had caught hers. Like that, couples were formed and I gave My slave serge some time to show his devotion to Me as I went sitting in a comfortable garden chair and presented My boot for worshipping. serge and the other slaves were not regulars for Madame Jeanine but subs she found via a SM-club. Later on I asked serge, and he confirmed they had had to pay for it! Nevertheless, they were dedicated to freely use our whips and they all had a high pain level, and I must admit that serge indeed could take quite some!

And Laurence, nor Jeanine spared the whip. Only Me Myself and Brigitte were a bit more reluctant when it came to whipping our slaves without a reason, but Laurence and Jeanine lashed them merciless for fun throughout the weekend. Yelling at them, giving them cheer impossible tasks and whipping them full force without hesitation.

Anyway, after We had “choosen” our “toyboys”, Jeanine showed Us the rooms and other “facilities”, including a fully equipped dungeon at….the attic…hahahahaaaa…. Also the “toilet slave” was introduced, a slave who had to “help” Us with the toilet if We wanted so. That meant that of course he had to keep the toilet clean after We used it, but he had to offer as well his services to “collect” Our piss or lick Our pussies dry and assholes clean after the going. In the toilet room there even was a funnel to make the slave swallow everything without spilling…. I knew Jeanine loved to use her slaves as “toilet-aids” but I was not aware that she used them that intensive.

After the little tour around the house, We were invited to have a drink in Her Jacuzzi. So, We took our personal slave to Our room, where I found My suitcase and changed into Our bikinis and bathing suits. But since We had agreed to take half an hour for that, I had the time to have serge lick and pamper My feet after removing My spurs and boots. When I arrived at the Jacuzzi, I found Brigitte already in it, her slave a few meters away on his knees. I waved serge to take place next to him and stepped into the warm relaxing water. Less than a minute later, Laurence and Jeanine joined Us. Jeanine looked gorgeous in Her latex swimming suit.

The black shiny material fitted her like a second skin and even accentuated her very feminine curves. Like a Goddess she walked slowly towards the Jacuzzi and joined Us in the comfortable warm water.

 

After the initial girlish giggling, things got more serious and Jeanine asked us if We were into a small demonstration. Since of course We were, she asked Us to leave the Jacuzzi for a moment and watch. Our slaves immediately put big towels around Us, because although it was hot and sunny, the air felt cool after the tub. 

As soon as We were comfortably sitting in relaxing chairs she spoke the single word to her slave: “Eperons!”, French for spurs. And, as if expecting it, he ran to the house and came back with long protruding Mexican type spurs in less than ten seconds.  Clearly knowing the drill, the slave stepped into the Jacuzzi and went under. Jeanine explained: Since whips don’t work  under water,  She had felt restricted in how to make Her slaves obey. That is why She thought of Her spurs and had them strapped to her heels. Like that she could “correct” Her slave when under water! Half a minute later he surfaced, took a deep breath and dove again, fixing her second spur. Then She explained how thrilling it was to have her slave between her thighs under water using his tongue full force to please Her. And before he had come up for the fourth time, She closed her eyes and started to moan... Of course none of Us could wait to try this new way of “service” and being a good host, Jeanine offered Her place to Laurence after a few minutes.

In the mean time, We enjoyed Ourselves whipping our slaves, partly out of excitement for the Jacuzzi, partially out of frustration that We still had to wait because unlike Jeanine, Laurence took Her time. After a while She told Us (when She was in the tub) that We could easily shove the little fabric between Our legs aside…. Time for Brigitte to protest and reclaim the position… What if One has to go urgently…. She joked a bit later…. After all You don’t want to spoil Your water…..  everyone understood of course.

While waiting, Jeanine had offered her “bathspurs” to Me and a few minutes later, their were attached to My bare feet. In the beginning it felt a bit strange, but after walking a bit back and forth I got accostumized to them and when it was finally My turn, it was if they already had become part of My body.

 

Since I have to go now, I will tell you the rest later.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

 

P.S. I am going to have a Jacuzzi Myself by next week!

Visiting French Friends

For already a few years, I traditionally meet My French Domme Friends at the end of the Summer. It always is a meeting to look forward to, since they always make it an special, exciting and original event. The kind of meetings One looks forward to, weeks in advance!

This year, Madame Jeanine had invited Us in a kind of holiday villa, about 10 km off the Mediteranean coast. She had been staying there for nearly two months already together with her slave andre.

When I arrived in the street My GPS had lead Me to, I immediately recognized Laurences red Porsche right behind the open gate so I parked My rented car next to it (in order to avoid a long trip, I had taken a plane to the nearest airport).

Before I had to ring, the door opened and two slaves invited Me in. As soon as the door was shut, they went down on their knees and offered their services to clean My boots and offered at the same time to fix some spurs at them. Which of course I welcomed! After this, I was lead into the living room where I found Our host together with Laurence and Brigitte who already had arrived. We hugged and kissed intensively thanking her for the invitation and hospitality. I complimented her since, as usual, she looked gorgeous in her leather clad catsuit with corset and high heeled thigh high boots. Nobody would suspect this Woman to be in her mid 50’s!

 

After a glass of champaign and accompanying snacks, We were invited in her garden where four slaves were waiting heads to the ground. Reluctantly I looked around very carefully for stalking eyes. Must be My suspicious mind!

 

But, noticing My suspicion, Jeanine, assured Me that being remote and totally surrounded by high walls, nobody could peak into the garden.  Reassured, I walked further towards the “waiting” slaves. At the same time, two other slaves who came from behind gave each of Us a medium length bullwhip. From the “stripes” on the backs of the naked slaves in front of Us, it could be seen that these were used frequently in and around this house! In the right corner, I spotted the inviting open air Jacuzzi. That was why she had asked Me to bring My bathing suit or bikinis! But that would be for later. First We enjoyed the priviledges of slave keeping Mistresses…

 

To be continued

 

Next weeeeeekend!!!

Next weekend, I will visit My French Friends again for Our annual meeting! I am excited!

Lady Contessa Pat

Visit of Lady Petra

Picture of Lady Petra at Our latest carnival-party

Last weekend My German Friend Lady Petra visited Me so I showed Her how I live and how I keep My slaves under heel. Since She is a very skilled horsewoman, We enjoyed Ourselves using jan and marc in the garden as ponyboys. Since I seldom have the chance to ride them in a race against each other, I took the opportunity to do so with My German Friend. No need to tell you that it was big fun!

 

First I rode jan and I won, but when we switched ponies, Petra won! So We concluded (as I already knew) that jan is the better horse.

 

Being a skilled dressage rider, She showed Me how a slave could be trained easily into that. Unlike Myself, Petra indeed is an active dressage rider and had very high demands on the position, stepping and stance of the slave and She was very strict in how the ponyboys executed each subtle command. jan and marc immediately found out that being under dressage is not that easy and that Petra did not have Her spurs and crop for fantasy!

 

After the short demonstration of My Friend, We had a little break for cakes and drinks and We kept on discussing how to turn My slaves into better slavehorse.

And after exchanging ideas, We decided to have jan and marc “longed”. Therefore they had to get equally long longecords and two “longewhips”. After attaching the cords to their collar, they had to race, each in their own circle.  Forming two equal circles, We had them race rounds.  Initially, We started with 5,  but soon We went to 10 and even 20 rounds. And even then Petra was not fully satisfied with the result and marc had to do 20 extra, just to punish him for loosing. After that he was completely exhausted since Petra had pushed him to the edge with that longewhip in Her skilled hands! 

 

Unfortunately She could not stay that long and already had to leave before diner, but it was a interesting and enjoyable afternoon. She promised that next time, She’d stay overnight….

 

Lady Contessa Pat