Hiking

Last weekend I went hiking in the Ardennes (South of Belgium). Since it is always such trouble to take one of My slaves to serve Me during the trip, I had asked My new friend Hans to come along. (He lives in Germany and only comes over when I summon him).

I had hired a room in a cosy little hotel in the middle of nowhere near tens of nice hiking trails and I was a little bit suntanning in the garden when Hans arrived on Saturday morning

After a drink and a few directives, I changed My fashion boots for a pair of good hiking boots and we left for our main trip.  The weather was fine and I was very relaxed. During the trip, I  tested Hans and suggested to clean My boot with his shirt after I had stepped in some mud. As expected he did exactly as I had hoped. Another “test”was when we came at a small and shallow river where I suggested he’d carry Me over it sitting in his neck as I didn’t want to wet My boots. Finally, near the end of the walk, he suggested himself to carry Me in his neck when I told him that I was getting tired. Of course I made good use of the offer.

Back in the hotel, he helped Me out of My boots, gave Me a good massage, and served Me at least as good as My slaves do.  After a relaxing shower, I changed into a more appropriate outfit and we went for diner with excellent wines. After the extensive meal, I took Hans back upstairs and I told him he was going to be My sexslave for the night! First I made him worship Me a bit (as usual), made him kiss My boots and finally My little bum.

After a while, I told him that I had a little surprise and took a little whip out of My suitcase. I saw that he scared up a bit, but he didn’t object and I reassured him  that I considered this one as a sextoy and that I’d use it that way. Again I ordered him to kiss My boots and allowed him to rise slowly, steadily going up along My thighs….  when he reached My pussy with his tongue, I told him that his tongue would be My pussy’s slave for the night and I ordered it to carress it’s new Mistress and owner.  Later on, My pussy also got another toy….

In the morning, after a good but rather simple breakfast, We took off to visit a castle.

Of course the visit to the dungeons was the most exciting part. The guide explained how prisoners were interrogated and brought to confession, and that they didn’t care whether a confession was under torture or not. A confession was a confession in these days. No lawyers with procedure issue!

I also learnt that whipping was mainly to punish and to make people work harder, but that other “devices” were used to “interrogate”….

After the visit, I told Hans how I’d make good use of that dungeon and those torture devices! And he admitted that I would be an excellent interrogator and that he’d love to see Me in action….

During our extensive lunch in a nearby restaurant, he vowed Me to see him more and We decided to do more this kind of little weekends together. Of course I agreed since I like very much this comfortable way of hiking: Hans does not mind carrying Me in his neck when I get a bit tired.  And unlike with My slaves, I don’t have to carry a whip nor have spurs at my boots to make him do exactly as I want!

And for more intimate services in the evening…. And believe Me, his sexual services are top level! So we decided to see each other more often.

After lunch, we visited some very nice gardens, before we said goodbye and finally drove home.

Lady Contessa Pat

France (continued)

In My latest message, I told you about the relaxing garden and Jacuzzi-time at Jeanine’s, but of course that was not the only “entertainment” that weekend.

 

One of the activities Jeanine had foreseen on Synday, before lunch was “ponyriding”. I think I do not have to explain what that is…  Since I had been expecting something like that, I had brought My riding outfit, including some Mexican rowel-type spurs for riding slaves! Fun fun fun!!!! And since My slave serge was the most atletic of the slaves, I won nearly all “rounds”. Only on his fours, he was a bit slower and I could make good use of My crop and spurs! Maybe I shouldn’t be proud on that, but when I dismounted him, his thighs were slightly bleeding! But don’t think I was the only One making good use of My spurs! Compared to what Laurence did to slave andre, it was nothing! Fortunately, being Madam Jeanine’s personal slave, andre is used to this kind of hard treatment. The scars all over his body were ;roof of that. Also it was obvious that his thighs had been cut open with spurs before. you could call him a typical example of a so called “painslut”. That was clear about an hour later. After lunch, Jeanine led us to a large canvas bag that obviously contained a slave. When it was opened later, We saw that (as I had already expected) andre. It was hung up at a solid branch of a thick tree and Jeanine told Us the idea and “habit” of a “piñata”. It was the idea to hit the bag with a stick or whatever We wanted until it broke and revealed its content. Normally sweets She said, but in this case of course “something” else. Like that, a minute later, We were beating the bag the four of Us with our crops, but after a while, Jeanine and Laurence exchanged their whips for hard sticks. Immediately the sounds from the bag grew louder indicating more pain and after a few minutes, “the bag” was begging loud to stop. It was lowered and as expected it was andre, Jeanine’s personal slave. She explained that it was his punishment for being a lousy pony and thus embarrassing Her with Her Friends during the ponyraces. I am sure that even a painslut like him did not like it! And although he was wearing a special helmet to protect his head and face, the rest of his body got beaten black and blue, because Jeanine and Laurence did not spare him! I am not sure it was 100% safe. That was why I only used My crop and did not go for the hard sticks. Maybe I am too good for slaves…..hahahahahaaaaaa….

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

P.S. Oh yes, what I forgot to tell you in My previous message: When We had a toast on Brigitte’s birthday, all slaves had to gather around Us and had to fill a glass from the Jacuzzi while Our glasses were filled with a fine champaign.

After the toast, Jeanine’s slave was asked to describe the taste and fragrance of his drink.

Of course trained to do so, he said that it tasted like champaign and that it had this scent of royalty and that he could taste the scent of four divine bodies…. Laughter of course…hahahahahaaaaa….

France

After a small demonstration of Madame Jeanine with Her whip, the slaves were ordered to run while We’d “hunt” them down with our whips. Once hit, a slave had to prostrate himself in front of the Lady that hit him and would be considered to be the personal slave of his huntress. I immediately had My eye on a rather muscular guy who seemed to be an experienced slave. So as soon as Jeanine gave the sign, I focused on him, but I rather found out that also Laurence headed for the same one! So, I hurried, but I could not avoid that She already lashed out before I even could launch My whip. Luckily, serge, the slave, was used to this kind of “game” and he managed to avoid Laurences first two strikes. As a result, he tried to escape her and ran more or less in My direction. An opportunity I took and I lashed My whip out in a horizontal way so I actually could not miss him. The leather curled around his body like a snake and he threw himself on the ground. Like a beaten prey he looked up at Me and started to crawl towards Me, keeping his chest in contact with the grass. When I looked up I saw that Madame Jeanine had managed to wrap the end of her bullwhip around her slave’s neck and tugged him like a dog on a leash! Once again, it showed Her expertise! Making a bullwhip wrap around someones neck is not easy. I tried Myself several times, but I had to stop since the leather end cut the face far too easy when landing a bit to high!  

And in no time, also Laurence had changed prey and had caught hers. Like that, couples were formed and I gave My slave serge some time to show his devotion to Me as I went sitting in a comfortable garden chair and presented My boot for worshipping. serge and the other slaves were not regulars for Madame Jeanine but subs she found via a SM-club. Later on I asked serge, and he confirmed they had had to pay for it! Nevertheless, they were dedicated to freely use our whips and they all had a high pain level, and I must admit that serge indeed could take quite some!

And Laurence, nor Jeanine spared the whip. Only Me Myself and Brigitte were a bit more reluctant when it came to whipping our slaves without a reason, but Laurence and Jeanine lashed them merciless for fun throughout the weekend. Yelling at them, giving them cheer impossible tasks and whipping them full force without hesitation.

Anyway, after We had “choosen” our “toyboys”, Jeanine showed Us the rooms and other “facilities”, including a fully equipped dungeon at….the attic…hahahahaaaa…. Also the “toilet slave” was introduced, a slave who had to “help” Us with the toilet if We wanted so. That meant that of course he had to keep the toilet clean after We used it, but he had to offer as well his services to “collect” Our piss or lick Our pussies dry and assholes clean after the going. In the toilet room there even was a funnel to make the slave swallow everything without spilling…. I knew Jeanine loved to use her slaves as “toilet-aids” but I was not aware that she used them that intensive.

After the little tour around the house, We were invited to have a drink in Her Jacuzzi. So, We took our personal slave to Our room, where I found My suitcase and changed into Our bikinis and bathing suits. But since We had agreed to take half an hour for that, I had the time to have serge lick and pamper My feet after removing My spurs and boots. When I arrived at the Jacuzzi, I found Brigitte already in it, her slave a few meters away on his knees. I waved serge to take place next to him and stepped into the warm relaxing water. Less than a minute later, Laurence and Jeanine joined Us. Jeanine looked gorgeous in Her latex swimming suit.

The black shiny material fitted her like a second skin and even accentuated her very feminine curves. Like a Goddess she walked slowly towards the Jacuzzi and joined Us in the comfortable warm water.

 

After the initial girlish giggling, things got more serious and Jeanine asked us if We were into a small demonstration. Since of course We were, she asked Us to leave the Jacuzzi for a moment and watch. Our slaves immediately put big towels around Us, because although it was hot and sunny, the air felt cool after the tub. 

As soon as We were comfortably sitting in relaxing chairs she spoke the single word to her slave: “Eperons!”, French for spurs. And, as if expecting it, he ran to the house and came back with long protruding Mexican type spurs in less than ten seconds.  Clearly knowing the drill, the slave stepped into the Jacuzzi and went under. Jeanine explained: Since whips don’t work  under water,  She had felt restricted in how to make Her slaves obey. That is why She thought of Her spurs and had them strapped to her heels. Like that she could “correct” Her slave when under water! Half a minute later he surfaced, took a deep breath and dove again, fixing her second spur. Then She explained how thrilling it was to have her slave between her thighs under water using his tongue full force to please Her. And before he had come up for the fourth time, She closed her eyes and started to moan... Of course none of Us could wait to try this new way of “service” and being a good host, Jeanine offered Her place to Laurence after a few minutes.

In the mean time, We enjoyed Ourselves whipping our slaves, partly out of excitement for the Jacuzzi, partially out of frustration that We still had to wait because unlike Jeanine, Laurence took Her time. After a while She told Us (when She was in the tub) that We could easily shove the little fabric between Our legs aside…. Time for Brigitte to protest and reclaim the position… What if One has to go urgently…. She joked a bit later…. After all You don’t want to spoil Your water…..  everyone understood of course.

While waiting, Jeanine had offered her “bathspurs” to Me and a few minutes later, their were attached to My bare feet. In the beginning it felt a bit strange, but after walking a bit back and forth I got accostumized to them and when it was finally My turn, it was if they already had become part of My body.

 

Since I have to go now, I will tell you the rest later.

 

Lady Contessa Pat

 

 

P.S. I am going to have a Jacuzzi Myself by next week!

Visiting French Friends

For already a few years, I traditionally meet My French Domme Friends at the end of the Summer. It always is a meeting to look forward to, since they always make it an special, exciting and original event. The kind of meetings One looks forward to, weeks in advance!

This year, Madame Jeanine had invited Us in a kind of holiday villa, about 10 km off the Mediteranean coast. She had been staying there for nearly two months already together with her slave andre.

When I arrived in the street My GPS had lead Me to, I immediately recognized Laurences red Porsche right behind the open gate so I parked My rented car next to it (in order to avoid a long trip, I had taken a plane to the nearest airport).

Before I had to ring, the door opened and two slaves invited Me in. As soon as the door was shut, they went down on their knees and offered their services to clean My boots and offered at the same time to fix some spurs at them. Which of course I welcomed! After this, I was lead into the living room where I found Our host together with Laurence and Brigitte who already had arrived. We hugged and kissed intensively thanking her for the invitation and hospitality. I complimented her since, as usual, she looked gorgeous in her leather clad catsuit with corset and high heeled thigh high boots. Nobody would suspect this Woman to be in her mid 50’s!

 

After a glass of champaign and accompanying snacks, We were invited in her garden where four slaves were waiting heads to the ground. Reluctantly I looked around very carefully for stalking eyes. Must be My suspicious mind!

 

But, noticing My suspicion, Jeanine, assured Me that being remote and totally surrounded by high walls, nobody could peak into the garden.  Reassured, I walked further towards the “waiting” slaves. At the same time, two other slaves who came from behind gave each of Us a medium length bullwhip. From the “stripes” on the backs of the naked slaves in front of Us, it could be seen that these were used frequently in and around this house! In the right corner, I spotted the inviting open air Jacuzzi. That was why she had asked Me to bring My bathing suit or bikinis! But that would be for later. First We enjoyed the priviledges of slave keeping Mistresses…

 

To be continued

 

Next weeeeeekend!!!

Next weekend, I will visit My French Friends again for Our annual meeting! I am excited!

Lady Contessa Pat