As you know I have this new servant-lover
Hans and I had invited him to My place for a more thorough discussion on My way
of living, how he’d fit in that, at what terms and the engagements I expect.
As usual, he rang at the front gate not a
minute late. To My delight, jan called him “Master Hans” when he opened the
door (he did so voluntarily because I had not said nor ordered to do so!). I
had dressed casually but yet a little bit sexy and provocative with My high
heeled thigh high boots over My riding breeches and leather shirt and he
clearly noticed that as soon as he saw Me and I offered Me My gloved hand for a
courtesy handkiss. Like a real gentleman he took My leather hand and kissed it
passionately.
After a welcome drink and a few snacks, I
dismissed My slaves jan and marc (I did not want them to hear Our conversation)
with the idea of discussing Our future, but instead he started to kiss My boots
and thighs and a few minutes later, We were in My bedroom…. and, an hour later We did start Our discussion
on it (although in a slightly different place than I had expected).
After diner, I reprimanded marc for staring
at My breasts (actually he did not really do that, but I needed a way to check
whether Hans was going to defend My “honor”….) and I asked Hans if he let such
lack of respect and rudeness towards Me
happen and what he’d do about it…. To My delight, Hans took one of the crops
that lay on the small table and ordered marc to bend over…. Minutes later,
marc’s buttocks were red like fire and when I decided that I had seen enough, I signed Hans to stop. Next,
I ordered Hans to kiss My boots to show his loyalty to Me and to emphasize to
everyone the hierarchy: Mistress – servant – slaves! Hans seemed to accept and
even like this situation and when he left he found out about another advantage
of his position: My slaves had cleaned his car while We were upstairs.
Before he left back home, we agreed to meet
again in London in two weeks.
Lady Contessa Pat
