Licking Experience

Yesterday evening, I had marc licking My little ass.

Last week I met a Domme who I hadn’t seen for years, but I remembered her very well since she had impressed Me at that time with her strictness and severity. When I met her the first time she must have been something like 50 or so but this – now 60-something - Woman hadn’t changed a bit! I still remembered that she used to have her little asshole licked by her (much younger) slave. At that time I had found that disgusting and extremely humiliating for the slave, but now I had the time to talk about that more in detail with her.

She told Me she still enjoyed having her little asshole licked several times a day.

During this, She apparently played a little game with her slave, ordering him to get his tongue in her while she kept it closed.

She won if she managed to keep his tongue out, while he’d win if he managed to stick his tongue al the way up her little hole. But, he was only allowed to use his tongue, nothing else. She said that she found that so sexy and enjoyable and adviced Me to try it as well. When I raised doubts about the hygiene, she told Me it was not about shitting on her slave but the sweet sensation of the warm breath and soft touch of a male’s intimate part to her “most vulgar exit” as she called it (translated).  According to her, it gave her such an intense feeling of power over her slaves

On the other hand, she admitted laughing that of course accidents happened…. Especially when she teased him by relaxing and tensing again each time he thought he’d had a little opening. In the case of such an “accident”, her slave of course had to clean her as well…

She told Me she had him do it nearly each time after She had taken a bath and adviced Me several times to try it. So last night I gave it a try….

 

Lady Contessa Pat

"Safewords"?????

Yesterday,  I had a little discussion online with a Domme the use of so called “safewords”.

She claimed that it was unsafe and irresponsible not to use one. I absolutely disagreed since I think it is contradictory to the idea of slavery itself! It is only “invented” to give the slave a tool to have final control! And thus absolutely not appropriate in a Mistress-slave-relation!

slaves and professional Dommes call it a “safeword”, but I’d call it a “stopword”.

And, in My opinion, a slave should not decide when his punishment has to stop! That is the Mistress’ prerogative!

I know and understand that professional Dommes make use of it, but in a real lifestyle Mistress-slave-relation it is a contradiction. It is like limiting speed in a F1 car race!

How can I punish My slaves when they can put and end to it at all times? When they can stop it whenever pleasure (they are subs!) turns into discomfort or burden? Do We really want to give control to our slaves?????? Of course We don’t !!!!

I wonder how you, the readers of My blog, see this.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

P.S. I will ask My Domme Friends about this as well at Our next meeting. I am curious what they think of it.

"Interrogation weekend"

Since it is My turn to organize the meeting-party and I do not want strangers (slaves) in My house, I made the deal that Charlotte would organize it for Me while I’d pay for it all, including a good fee for her. She has more time to do so and has far more contacts in the “BDSM-scene” to arrange extra slaves. I think this is a very good solution.
Of course We don’t want to make it look like it is another meeting at hers, so we decided to look for a location in the east regions of Belgium. Like that it will be more related to Me. So she found a very good location near the city of Liege.
We decided to call it our “Interrogation weekend”! During our latest meeting in Germany with “Les Chattes Bottees”, the subject of terrorism and fundamentalism and their use of independent “cells” came up. 
Charlotte claimed that She’d get all the information on accomplices and members of the cells if she could do with such a prisoner as she liked. We all agreed that We’d get information out of him (or her), but some believed that it would not be sure if this information was correct.
After a long discussion, we came up with the idea of testing it on our own slaves. Therefore We decided that at the next meeting, We’d bring our own slaves and each Mistress will tell her slave a word that he must keep secret. Then the slaves will be interchanged, and We will have to interrogate the slaves until they reveal the secret word.
Of course, the challenge will be to extract the secret word in the short possible time.
Each of Us will write down the secret word in advance on a piece of paper. When a slave gives in and reveals the secret word, the Interrogator will leave the “interrogation room” and wait for the others in the lounge. When All are ready, the results are checked with the secret words, and of course the One that is the first to have it dragged out of the slave is the Winner.   If however a slave dared to have given a wrong word, of course the “Interrogatrice” can go back to him….. And than, I would not want to be in his shoes…..

I am already looking forward to Our “meeting”….

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Thrashing

Last weekend, Charlotte had a surprise for Me. After the usual courtesies and introductions, she beckoned Me and took Me upstairs. “I have a surprise for you” she fed My curiosity when We stepped the stairs. But, when she opened the door I immediately saw what she meant. At the far end, a man was cuffed and chained to the wall. I recognized him at the instance: the guy that We had been whipping to shreds about a year ago! The one that had claimed he could not be broken by a whip! “he asked specific for You” Charlote said flattering My ego. “But that is for later” she said while softly pushing Me out of the room again and closing the door. “First things first” she said assuring Me I could have him all night long and do with him as I’d like….. My heart went 150 beats a minute out of excitement! Especially when I realized that I had brought that special whip with the fine reinforced business end that cut skin open at each hit. The kind of whip that can be rarely used for real, just for threatening. I had used it on wood to show My slaves what I could do with it, and I remember that they were impressed and frightened to death when they saw it made up to 5 mm grooves in wood!

Charlotte had told Me to bring some hard whips. She hadn’t told Me why, but by then I knew!
When We came down again, We greeted and kissed Marlon and Petra who had arrived by then as well and after some chitchatting We went atable for a very nice diner. Of course while eating and talking all of Us had a slave under the table. Some used them as a kind of footstool, others had them massaging our legs and thighs and I am sure some of Us used them for more intimate carressing while dining. And I must say that the slave serving Me was an expert in thigh-massage!  But I could not put the one waiting for Me upstairs out of My mind. And I still had to wait for hours since We were going out after diner!
So after Our dancing, We went back to Charlotte’s for a little “toying” as She called it. It excited Me so much and I got hornier by the minute and wen I gestured to go upstairs, She told the Others not to bother the screaming that might come from upstairs. They all laughed out loud while I,  hot like hell, took the steps. The high heels of My boots resounding loud on the wooden floor and to add to the atmosphere, I made My whip crack the air back and forth. I wanted to make sure he heard Me coming!
And like the first time, again he acted like a macho (although in chains) and challenged Me with his grin. So I looked him deep in the eyes, smiled and lashed him full frontal! We both knew I was going to whip that smile off his face!!!!! And I’d enjoy every stripe I created!
And indeed, less than fifteen minutes later, he begged Me to stop. “Already broken?” I mocked at him hoping that his macho pride would take over again, but instead he agreed and begged Me to stop. So I humiliated him even more by making him admit that he was a weak  slave and easily broken (which of course was not the case). And that he was just good to clean the soles of My boots, not even worth touching the upper leather with his tongue, I ordered him to open his mouth and I spit in it, made him lay on the floor in front of the chair to rest My boots why I enjoyed Myself to climax,….And while doing so, I threatened him to piss on his bleeding wounds! 


Under My boots after
Our little “breaking” event….

I dug My heels in his skin and threatened to pierce his throath with them. his pleas to spare him really showed that he indeed was broken!
 Than I cuffed him again in his original position and left the room. I told Charlotte that I was ready with him and took off to My hotel.
When I arrived again, the next day, Charlotte had cuffed him and exposed him to the rest of the Girls (and other slaves) telling them what happens when a slave did not meet My expectations.
And after our slaves had served breakfast, they helped Us with Our riding gear and half an hour later We were at the riding hall for Our ride.
The relaxing ride ended with a visit to a Wellness center nearby while slaves were sent off to  clean our boots. The inspection of the boots later on was another highlight of the weekend!

Lady Contessa Pat

 

P.S. Although a non-pic-event, I couldn’t resist to secretly take one with My cellphone.