Sunday, March 23, 2014

Cause and Result


Cause
and...result!!!
Some of you seem to think that I only wear heavy riding boots. To show you that I also have very nice “feminine” boots and make good use of them, two pics with appropriate names: “Cause” and “Result”……hahahahahahaaaaaaa…..
Which one you like to bear?

Lady Contessa Pat

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

The longer the night....


Now and then, slaves ask Me to become one of the slaves for the parties and meetings I have regularly with My Domme Friends (mainly in Germany, but also in France, Belgium and Holland). In most cases this are also novice slaves with little or no experience and exactly this of course is a problem. First because nobody want to get embarrassed in front of her friends with the inexperience of a slave, but secondly it is not good for a novice slave to start with this kind of events.

During My latest meeting with My Domme Friends in Germany, I had been talking to sepp, the slave that was “attributed” to Me. Like that he told Me that Carla always treated him far harder when in a group and that in general Dommes always seem to be harder, more brutal and sadistic than when alone with a slave.

I never thought about this, but when I think this over, I believe he was right.

Indeed, We Dommes of course want to show our power over slaves to Our Friends and We do not want to show weakness when it comes to punishing them. This makes that slaves are nearly always treated rougher and punished harder and often there is some competition to be the “hardest”, even amongst good Friends. But it is not only the Women. Also the slaves. In a group, they all want to show how loyal they are and that they can take any punishment. What slave gives up in front of several Mistresses and fellow slaves?  So like that the levels and limits often go up with time and the cruelty amongst the Ones with the whips increases steadily,….The longer the night, the harsher everyone gets with the slaves, and that is without any of the Ladies being drunk, because, then the real trouble for the slaves begin!

So I’d say that if you are a novice slave, don’t attend to parties like that!

Not being used to serve a Mistress properly and to her expectations, you probably will end up broken and damaged. If not physically, at least mentally!

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Comic


I just was informed on a fantastic comic created by one of My admirers. He said that he got a lot of inspiration from My yahoo-group LCPCF.
Me Myself I liked it very much although it is not for the fait-hearted!


 

 
Lady Contessa Pat aka Madam Kommandante

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Carnival


Like each year, I like the period of carnival because around carnival One can wear something like a Nazi-type uniform in public without being suspicious (just going to a carnival party….).

So this weekend I was invited by My Friends to come over to go to a costumed party. They know I am eager to do this since it always is very exciting.

Since we arrived rather late at Carla’s, I changed immediately to put on the military uniform I had brought. It was no surprise to them, since I have the habit of going to costumed parties like that. Apparantly also Carla knew since She introduced Me to a guy in a striped prison outfit and told Me that he was going to be My slave for the night. I was delighted with their empathy and choice, because My new toy appeared to fit My fantasy 100%. I just had to tap My boot with My crop and he went down on his knees and kissed the tip of My boots saying that he would do anything to make the night unforgettable for Me!

So we only stayed about fifteen minutes at Carla’s before we left for the party.

As usual most of the people were complete strangers to Me (except for some of the slaves that accompanied Us of course). During our short ride to the party sepp told Me then that he was an absolute admirer of  Nazi-related femdom and that the uniform suited Me extremely well.


Although they were sitting in the backside, our slaves jumped out of the car to open and close the doors for Us like real valets. And although no direct slavelike orders could be give in the ballroom, our slaves hardly conceiled their status! For Me that was not so surprising. Seen our outfits, one could always explain it as acting, but it must have been rather strange for bystanders when Myriam’s slave, who was dressed like Harry Potter,  cleaned her boots with his handkerchief after she had spoilt some wine on them. But with our outfit, I could use sepp as My footstool while everyone just laughed at the “act”.

Luckily it did not ran out of hand like last year, when Myriam whipped someone and Carla rode a man on all fours in public. Being closer to home, probably Carla seemed not to want such scenes, and Myriam simply did not got drunk this time.

So, around two, We all left the ballroom for Carla’s to change our outfits and go back to the hotel. We were free to choose whether to take our slave along or not. And although sepp begged and begged Me to be allowed to come along to My hotel, I did not.

 

Lady Contessa Pat


Sunday, March 2, 2014

London



In London
I am just back from London for shopping and since We stayed overnight in a hotel, We decided to go out the evening. After a delicious Indian diner, We went to a club and We experienced already after fifteen minutes or so that, unlike the prejudices, English males are not shy or timid! On top of that, they see any single woman as a pray! Two women seems to be a magnet for them!
It was a pity I did not had dressed a bit more dominant, because I would have loved to order some of them down on their knees at the instance! The atmosphere for sure would have allowed that!

It was not a real BDSM-club, but at least it was clear that they did not care about sex appeal and kinky lifestyle.

One moment a guy directly asked if we were lesbians! (In that case he’d probably would be no longer interested?!) and when we told him we were not, he went after  his friend. They told Us they had bet on it! From that moment on We were covered in compliments and sexual suggestions.  After half an hour, I got annoyed with them and We left. They came after Us and asked Us to come along, but We stepped into the cab and left for another club.

For sure I would have loved to make these guys crawl for Us, but common sense told Me not to trust strangers in a foreign city. The other club was less “cosy”, but we had the chance to dance away the night under the staring eyes of several men…. And also here, after less than ten minutes, we were approached by a guy who told Me that I looked extremely attractive and that he fancied “mature” women. Since he was drunk, I immediately told him I was not interested and that I’d call security if he did not leave at once. He cursed and left.

The day after I woke up with a hangover. Maybe I get too old for this kind of things….

 

 

Lady Contessa Pat