Wanking dirk

After dirk accepted the offer to get collared in the basement (where jan and marc’s cages are) Myriam had him fixed to My slave jan’s cage with the collar.

When he was securely fixed, I pointed consecutively at his dick and hands with My whip and said thatfrom My point of vue, there were two items involved in his infractions….
So we made him offer his outstretched hands in front of him. And I invited Myriam to punish his hands… and I warned dirk that he’d get an extra lash from Me in case he would not offer his hands good enough to his Mistress. Withdrawing his hands without permission would yield five extra “hits”. I knew this would be enough to give Myriam free and unlimited access to his hands. I knew dirk would not risk to get My whip on his hands. he had felt that a few times before and for sure did not want to feel that again! I have found out that together with My spurs and whiplashes in the face, slaves (at least My slaves) are most frightened to get full force blows on their hands. That is why whipping hands is something that can be used for real punishment! he screamed and cried and tears ran down his cheeks, but he kept his hands nice in front of him, offering them to Myriam who seemed to beat harder with each hit.
 Like that, Myriam beat his hands black and blue although the initial color was rather purple red…. It is clear where this proverb is coming from….hahahahaaaa…. I know very well how that purple color changes in “black and blue” after some time…..
Anyway, after the punishing of his hands, it was time fot that other “item” of misconduct to be punished: his dick!!!!!
“Hands on the back” I ordered and I stepped I nodded Myriam to come to Me and I kissed her full mouth and rubbed My fingers over her crotch. And al this right in front of dirk’s eyes! It immediately had the desired effect since I dirk had told Me years ago that he found lesbian Mistresses turned him on very much. But although Me, nor Myriam are really lesbian, our little show had the desired effect. As soon as I saw dirk’s dick getting hard, I pulled My crop out of My boot and launched it to his manhood… a scream filled the room and instinctively he brought his hands in front of it to protect it. I told him politely that he couldn’t do that unless he wanted his hands to be beaten again. Hesitatingly, they went back behind his torso, and I stepped aside for Myriam to take My place.
 After several blows, I told him never to forget, that he and “it” were Myriam’s property, nobody else’s!!!!! Not even himself! he shook his head frantically indicating that he had understood. And after a final blood drawing blow,


Myriam stopped. “Be My guest…” she said and invited Me. With a smile, I lifted My riding whip again….
 I am sure dirk will never dare to jerk off  again without his owner’s permission. That night, he slept in jan’s cage, while I had ordered jan to serve Myriam during the night the way she deserves and likes! Afterall, she had suffered a terrible experience: a disloyal slave!

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Wanking dirk

As promised, the remainder of what happened a few days ago, when My friend Myriam came to Me with her slave dirk who had jerked off using a picture of Me and a new Friend.

After some introductory lashes and a few well aimed kicks in the balls, we had him cuffed to a radiator pipe down to the floor. At first, he refused (he knew what it means when I chain a slave) but a few well aimed blows with our crops and the threat that I’d call jan and marc in to help, convinced him. As soon as he was in that vulnerable position he was a sitting duck  and Myriam immediately started to kick and whip  him savagely all over his body. he tried to protect his front a bit by curling up his body, but she managed over and over again to hit him right where it hurt.

In the mean time I had taken two singletails, that I knew were rather “hard” since the slaves always seemed to scream louder when I used these whips on them.
“Time for some answers!” I yelled at him when I handed one of the whips over to Myriam. She immediately hit him a few times full force, and indeed tiny red lines appeared with each hit.
ut, to My disappointment, we did not really have to “interrogate” him since he immediately started to talk and beg for mercy.
He immediately admitted that he found Me attractive but in the same breath he said that he found Myriam even more attractive, but that he saw the opportunity of the nice picture… he begged and begged Myriam not to kick him out and promised that he’d never do this again and that he’d serve her like never before…. he even suggested himself to wear a chastity belt. Myriam told him that such a device would be the least she’d make him wear!
Then I asked him what kind of punishment he suggested for his behavior. First he looked a bit surprised as if he expected it all to be over, but soon he realized that it was far from over! My smile probably betrayed that…
After some hesitation he suggested to get whipped. Myriam yelled at him that she did not agree and she kicked him again several times. he tried to avoid the hard kicks, but the cuffs and the radiator pipe did not gave in and it was only after several minutes I managed to cool her down a bit. Then I adviced her to accept the “offer” while blinking at Myriam as a sign that it would not be a relieve for her slave. “Shall we accept the offer” she asked her slave. And I added that we’d remove the cuffs if he promised to subject himself to the whipping.
he nodded frantically, probably just eager to get rid of these handcuffs that already had cut and bruised his wrists bleeding due to his wild seemingly uncontrolled movements. Or maybe just because they made him completely defenseless to our whips and boots.
So she collared and uncuffed him and took him down the cellar where we had him fixed with the collar to the bars of jan’s cage. The leather collar and his free hands had the psychological effect that he felt better at ease (leather instead of metal probably gives that false feeling one can get rid of it in case of real problems), so Myriam could collar and fix him without problems.

I realize now that this is getting too long (and too late) again and that I better cut it again and write the remaining part tomorrow or so.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Wanking dirk

The picture with Me and Madam Petra,

dirk used to jerk off.

Yesterday, Myriam brought her slave (My former slave dirk) to Me. She was very angry since

she had caught him during jerking off! That on itself is no big deal (according to Me, but myriam seemed to think otherwise), but the fact that she caught him doing so looking at a printed picture was more disturbing. Especially since it was a pic of Me!!!!!

Two things went immediately through My mind: 1. How the hell did he get it? and 2. Why did he do that?

The answer to the first question was simple: Myriam had take a picture of Me and Madam Petra in the streets of Oberhausen after our last visit. At home, she had shown it to dirk, My former slave and he had secretly printed the picture for himself!!!!! But why? Did he still fancy Me?

Anyway, Myriam was very angry and she asked Me to punish him together . “The harder the better” she said…. At that moment I couldn’t let down a good friend, could I….. hahahahahaaaaa…. What would you do when a good friend asked you to play along with her property…..????

I told her that first of all she needed to release some of her rightful anger and frustration a little bit. Probably she already had been doing this since dirk was covered in fresh whipmarks all over his body, especially on his arms and his face! Myriam must really have been outraged because I knew she always was reluctant with leaving visible marks on her slave. And know she even had not spared his face! 

I told her it would be a good idea to punish him symbolically. To punish his dick and balls for starters. So we made him stand upright, naked and spread his legs and we kicked him one by one in the balls. he bent double at each kick and convulsed at the last full force one I gave him. he screamed it out but I told him that it was just the warming up, that he was going to face a real punishment!

 

Since it is already late right now, and I am a bit tired, I will write the rest later.

 

Good night,

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Waterboarding



As usually, We were welcomed in style !

Last weekend, I was in Germany for a New Years drink with My German (and Dutch) Friends. As usually We were welcomed in style by Lady Carla, who hosted our little meeting in Duisburg (Germany). And of course it was far more than a “drink”, but that I knew before.

Apart from the social talks and pleasantries with the slaves offered by our host, Lady Charlotte introduced and proposed a new member of Our little “group”: Madam Petra. Of course Carla also had foreseen a very copious and abundant diner served by naked (except for a small loincloth) slaves.

During this, the subject of waterboarding came up. Since some doubted the effect, We decided to test it on one of the slaves after diner. Our host, Lady Carla choose one of the slaves as “volunteer”. While We had Our desert, a few of the slaves arranged a “test”set-up and the choosen one was placed upside down in a chair his legs lifted and over the backside and his head down.



Charlotte was about to demonstrate when Carla suggested to throw a glass of piss instead of one with water in his face. But then I made the remark what kept Her from pissing straight in his face then. Then it is “pissboarding” Carla exclaimed with joy and We all agreed on the instance that pissboarding indeed must be far better than waterboarding…hahahahahaaa…

And indeed, it worked!

Luckily, the slave was strapped to the chair but even then he managed to  convulse wild as if he was going to choke.

In the act, some of Charlotte’s urine got spread around and soiled her boots. Also  a few drops dropped on Mine, but of course there were sufficient slaves to solve that problem immediately….hahahahahaaaaa…..

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

Because of the non-picture policy of the group, no pictures were allowed. However, one at the door of course is no problem.

New Year's Drink

Tomorrow, I will go to Germany for a little New Year’s drink with Our German friends. We will meet a new Lady who had expressed the desire to join our little “group” and Charlotte said that she is a very interesting One… I can’t wait to meet her!

New Years Eve



Someone took a picture while D.

was kissing H.’s boots, but I don’t

have that yet. Here at least Myriam’s

 boots that were kissed by D.

On New Years Eve, I went out to celebrate with several friends from the riding club. But just before midnight, We ran into a guy that hangs around the manege often and once had been forced to kiss Myriam’s boots. (I think it was during a party in the riding club). It is a strange guy and none of Us really wants to have contact with him, although he tries now and then to start a conversation. Anyway, we ran into him and some of us clearly had not forgotten that he had been kissing Myriams boots. “Hey bootboy!” H., one of My riding friends, shouted at him and although we always avoid contact with him, we started talking to him. And soon H. reminded him that he had been kissing Myriam’s boots and asked him if he liked it and how they tasted. To My friends’ surprise he said that he didn’t mind kissing the boots of a beautiful Lady like Myriam! They were laughing at the (by them unexpected) answer, but I was not surprised. “So why don’t you do it again than” one of the guys said, “she is wearing nice boots again….” And as I expected he went down in front of Myriam and kissed both her boots! General laughter, not only in our little group, but it also caught some bystanders’ attention. But than, H. again, ordered him to kiss her boots as well, “or don’t you find Me handsome enough?” she added. And again, D. puts his lips at the leather boots. More laughter and even more when also another girl demanded to have her boots kissed. Hypocrits, I thought because I knew very well that all of them would disapprove a Mistress-slave- relationship. Except Myriam of course (and maybe H., who clearly also has some dominant characteristics, but maybe it is her marriage that prevents her to live her true nature).

Unfortunately, than the countdown began, and everyone seemed to forget about D. who had gotten up as well to celebrate. After the wishing and kissing, he got involved in a fight (apparently a guy didn’t want this drunken stranger kissing his wife) and they got thrown out of the dancing.

This morning Myriam asked me if we shouldn’t teach him a lesson. I thought it a good idea, but had no idea how to do that without exposing ourselves…

Anyone any ideas?

 

Lady Contessa Pat