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.