Lovely portret from Paris

Posing

After shopping with a friend in Paris, we went to Montmartre for diner. Since she had never been at Place du Tertre, I took her there and We both had our portrait made by one of the artists there.

The guy asked Me what My hobbies were, or what was typical for Me. Of course I could not tell him I like whipping slaves or so, so I just told him I am a fanatic rider….

Lady Contessa Pat



P.S. Since we had so much fun, we have decided to do this over in London or Milan one of these days.

 

Chastity

Yesterday I came at Myriam’s and saw dirk, a former slave of Me, wearing a chastity device. Myriam made him drop his pants and show it to Me. Of course I could’t avoid laughing at it and him. I knew Myriam made him wear it since she had caught him wanking. I am not used to this kind of device since I do not care if My slaves jerk off or not. As long as I don’t get bothered with it and it does not jeopardize the level of service to Me, I allow them to do so. Of course I don’t want them to do it in My presence unless ordered otherwise!

But dirk got himself into this and from what Myriam told Me, She still made him regret his misstep daily! I think the “incident” at least sharpened her whipping skills…..

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Spurs!

I wonder if you'd prefer these.....

Not that long ago, someone asked Me if I liked spurs and if I liked the spurs in a picture he sent Me.

I told him that, as a fanatic horsewoman, I wear spurs daily, although not the ones he was referring to. That doesn’t mean that I don’t have these rowel type protruding “Mexican” ones. I have several pairs like that and I must admit that wearing these make Me hot! I feel very powerful in them: their cold and shiny hardness, their image of sharpness, the subtle sound some of them make with each step I take, …

But maybe it can also be that it is because I sensed already years ago that slaves are scared to death for them.

I like to threaten My slaves with them. Even without saying a word, they speak!



.......or those.....?

And to emphasize their power, I had given a small demonstration a few years ago. I chopped them into a pumpkin a slave had to hold and an apple got stuck on them after the same “action”.

I only really used spurs full force on My slaves a few times and it gave real nasty wounds. I have seen movies “acting” as if using spurs on a slave, but the damage they can do on human skin is far worse than what is seen in these movies. Believe Me: at the feet of an experienced horsewoman they can damage a slave seriously!

But as I said the majority of My spurs are just classic spurs that I wear daily and not exclusively with My riding boots….

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Re-educating dirk

So, as agreed the day before, Myriam came to My house with dirk. First I offered them to sit in the lounge: Myriam comfortably in a sofa, dirk next to her on his knees like a puppy. Then, I took a place at the opposite direction of the room and ordered him to come over to kiss My boots. he immediately jumped up and hurried towards Me, but as soon as he came within range, I kicked him and told him he did not ask his Owner permission to come over to Me. Like a beaten dog he crawled back towards Myriam who was toying with her whip and asked her whether he could crawl towards Me and kiss My boots. Myriam nodded uninterested and he crawled back to Me, but in the middle between us, she told him to stop. Me, from My side, I explicitly ordered him again to crawl to Me. he hesitated, but when I said “Heeerrrre” with a menacing voice, he continued his way towards Me. “I said stop” Myriam spoke softly, and again dirk hesitated and stopped. Next, I tapped My boot as a sign to kiss it, but Myriam ordered her slave to crawl towards her. At that moment, he no longer knew what to do, and like that fool D. (not dirk!) before, he started to cry in confusion. “you heard Me” Myriam said softly and dirk looked at her and than at Me begging for clear unambiguous orders. “My boots” I repeated haughty and he started to beg Myriam to be allowed to kiss My boots. “Here” she said again in a tone as if she had hardly noticed her slave.  By then, he was desperate and just sat there in between us, sobbing like a little child. “you heard your Owner!” I finally said to subtle push him over the right line. Relieved, he immediately crawled to My friend and covered her boots in kisses. “you hesitate to follow My orders?” she said in the most strict voice. “No Madame, please” he cried, and he explained that he always wanted to obey her as his Mistress, but that he was so afraid to disobey Me since he know that I am so strict and so cruel when someone disobeys My orders or wishes. I smiled, not only for his words, but also because My plan to show Myriam that she was the one and only Owner of dirk, had worked. I told him that I would never punish a slave for obeying his Mistress-Owner and I told him to always keep in mind that he’d always obey his Owner first!

“Remember boy…” I told him, “you only have one Owner, and it is Her and only Her you worship, unless explicitly ordered of course. you only have one Owner, and you always ask her permission to do whatever you want to do! you only have one Owner, and that Owner is Myriam!!!!!! Do you understand???!!!!!!” and he confirmed My statement with the enthousiasm of someone who just got rescued from a certain death!

Then I ordered him again to crawl to Me, for which he asked permission to his Mistress.

As to show her power over him, she kept silent as if considering her answer, but then she finally agreed  and dirk immediately started to move. Then, in the middle between the two of Us, Myriam just spoke one word: “footstool!” Having learned his lesson, dirk stopped crawling and turned towards Myriam again. Without a further word, he positioned himself in front of his Mistress on all fours, and Myriam put her boots on the offered back. The smile on her face told Me that she was finally over it and that she was proud to have re-educated her slave into her personal belongings…

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

 

Published with the permission of Lady Myriam C.

 

Re-educating dirk

A few days ago, Myriam told me that She was disappointed about dirk’s wanking with My picture, and that the idea that dirk still fancied Me bothered her. She told Me that she could not stand the idea that her slave was not 100% loyal to her.

I tried to reassure her and told her that I was sure dirk was loyal to her and that he considered her and only her as his Mistress-Owner! I tried to convince her that his wanking with My photo was just some kind of coincidence.

Finally, I proposed her to test him and I reminded her of a guy at the manege that we made running back and forth between our horses.

FYI about something that happened a few years ago: We sensed that D. a strange guy who always hung around the manege fancied some of us, so we decided to toy with him and one day when it was already late, we were alone in the manege (Me, Myriam and F. another friend) and we called him in. We positioned Ourselves about 20 meters away from each other in the points of a triangle. Like the fool he was, he came and we started to toy with him. First I told him that My stirrups were not the right length and I told him to adjust them, then Myriam (or the other friend) called him to do the same with her saddle, then I called him again to pick up My crop that I had dropped (deliberately of course), Myriam calling him to take her glove off the ground, F. wanted him to caress her horse head, Me again ordering him something else, etc. etc. Like that he were sitting high above him about 20 meters away from each other, the fool running between the three of us like a puppet on a string.

Like that we made the fool running between the three of us like a puppet on a string. Laughing at him, making a fool of him, sitting above him on our high horses, while he himself didn’t even realized. So happy he was to finally have Our attention…

After a while, I ordered him to go and stand in the middle and I signaled Myriam to give him an order. As soon as she did so, I snapped My whip in the air and shouted at him another order. I could see him hesitate and I nodded towards F.who understood what I was up to and barked yet another order. At that moment, Myriam got it as well and yelled at him that she had given him an order. I snapped again my crop (making My horse very nervous I remember, but I managed to keep it under control) and F. also repeated her command. He got so confused about three Women shouting at him and ordering different things, that he went down on his knees and started to cry. At that moment, I told him just to go to the one he liked most to obey, and to My surprise and disappointment he went towards Myriam! 

 

So, I suggested Myriam to test dirk in a similar way we had done with D., give him contradictory orders and check whose orders he’d follow and thus who he considered his real Owner.

 

As I have no more time now, I will try to write about it tomorrow.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

Meeting in Manchester

Me at St. Anne's Square

I met a nice German guy during a business-trip to Manchester. I had met him on the net and chatted with him for a few weeks, but I finally met him in person last week.

Originally I had plans with another guy, but that didn’t work out, so I asked hans if he’d be prepared to meet Me in Manchester. And, although he lives in the north of Germany, he immediately agreed to meet Me and be My chaperone for the evening I was there. I was even more surprised since he is not a slave, but merely an admirer of Dominant Women. He told Me he was impressed by the way I live My life and he intensively showed his adoration and didn’t stop sending Me compliments. I am not easily convinced by such cheap words, but I had the feeling that this one was different, so when My original plans (with the other guy) appeared to be falling apart, I contacted him and asked. Without any promises, nor perspective for a further relationship, he agreed immediately!  So, I met him finally in Manchester and he appeared to be a real gentleman: very polite, opening doors for Me, taking My coat and help Me putting it back on,… I am sure he’d make a fine butler! He even surprised Me by recognizing My fur coat as mink when
he said that mink suited Me very well (not many men recognize real mink. Believe Me!). He told Me that he liked a woman in furs and that he found it one of the most sexy things a woman can wear. Of course I knew he went over the edge when he said that it accentuated My natural beauty, but I was flattered by his sweet words anyway. So, after diner and a drink or two in a very cosy bar, I took him to My hotel room. Don’t be mistaken: it was not he who suggested this, but as a modern gentleman, he left this initiative to Me….hahahahaaaa….

The morning after, he left and kissed the tip of My boots, thanking Me intensely for the opportunity I gave him “to met a woman like you” he said. And he begged Me to see him again another time. 

 When I sat in the cab home, I was wondering whether he’d be prepared to join Me on a holiday or so. Not as a real slave, but as a kind of servant and body-guard…. I (secretly) hope he reads this….

 

Lady Contessa Pat