Encounter...again

Three days I ran again into the guy who seems to walk the same trail that I use now and then with My horse. Unlike the last time, he was alone (without his dog)  

Again he started flattering Me by telling how beautiful I was and that My husband or friend was very lucky. Blablabla… Of course he said so to hear whether I had someone or not. And indeed to his delight I told him I had not. As part of his charming plan he said that he could not believe that a beautiful woman like Myself had no partner and that it was ashame that I had no-one to pamper Me….. Right from the book I think. So cliché!!!

Since I already was convinced of his submissive feelings, (he had told Me before that he fancied women on horseback) I simply ordered him to follow Me to a more remote place a bit further away to get to know each other a bit better. But, I already warned him in advance that I’d stay mounted on My horse, expected him to keep a distance of at least 10 meters and that I’d run as soon as he did something I might not like. Of course, he agreed and came after Me. When We arrived I ordered him to get down on his knees in front of Me “just as a safety precaution for Me” I explained, lying. First We discussed his social status and his sexual preferences (as expected he admitted he was a sub and always had dreamed of serving a Lady like Me. That he had visited a few proDomme’s, had been looking for Dommes on the internet and was prepared to spent the rest of his life serving Me). I made him put his ID-card on a branch and had him go back on his knees at the opposite side. I took it and memorized the important things about him before I threw it back to the ground, only a meter away from My horse. I told him that he could pick it up, but when he wanted to get up to get it, I warned him to stay down and thus get it on all fours! Also this test he succeeded. Then I asked him if he liked My boots and if he knew what a “bootboy” was.  Next I allowed him to get up till My boot and kiss it.

After that I summoned him down again and nodded to get back to his original place. He did al this without any comment not hesitation!

I finally told him that since he had proven to be obedient and docile, I’d consider him and might call him to meet again. Then I drove Magic into a gallop and left frank behind. “When?” I heard him shouting, but I did not react. I was going to keep the strings in hand and let him feel that!

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Close Encounter

Weeks, if not months ago, I met a guy who was walking his dog while I was riding. I had talked to him (although I don’t remember what it was about). Last weekend, I saw him again while riding the same trail. Still ten meters away, he signed Me to stop and immediately said that he was glad that he saw Me again. He told Me that he took the trail very often hoping to see Me, but without success up till then. When I asked him why that was, his face got blushing red. My direct question clearly took him by surprise but he managed to tell Me half stuttering that he found it extremely arousing when I had tapped My boot with My whip (did I really do that?) and that therefore he had  hoped to see Me again. I fainted surprise and asked why he liked Me seeing tapping My boots and to tease him, I did it again while speaking the words.

At that moment, he made a step in My direction, but I turned My horse immediately to keep the distance and told him not to come closer for his own safety. “you don’t want to get kicked by My horse” I warned him. he got the message at once and excused himself extensively, saying that he didn’t came closer deliberately and so. And that he was not afraid since it looked as if I had My big horse pretty well under control. I know it was risky business using that language in front of a male, who obviously, fancied Me, but at that moment, the excitement took over and I answered him that I liked to keep things under control. His reply came immediately saying that he’d be delighted to be controlled by a beautiful lady like Me!

To tease him and also to show My superiority, I swished My crop in the air, saying that I had means to keep “things” the way I like. At that moment, a jogger came within hearing range, but the guy hurried to ask Me for diner. Since I already had plans for that evening I fobbed him off, but he insisted and finally asked Me to have a drink with him. “Anytime you want” he said, but the presence of the jogger had brought Me back to earth so I turned and urged My horse in a light trot. “Please!” I heard him shout. “Maybe another time” I replied without looking back. Afterwards, I was a bit disappointed that I did not made an appointment for a drink, but I hope to see him again one of these days.

 

Madam Kommandante

London...dungeon!

Showing what I had in mind for the (hired) slave!

Last weekend I was in London again and I My servant Hans to a special club in London. Hans himself had figured it all out and arranged that I’d have a “session” with a slave while he looked at Me toying with that slave. We had agreed that he’d only watch unless he could no longer stand it. If this happened, he could only join as My “full-aspect” slave! And indeed (and to My delight), after less than a quarter of an hour he presented himself on his knees in front of Me and begged Me to be My slave and kiss My boots….  I immediately warned him that it meant that as My slave I could whip him and hurt him real hard whenever I felt like it. From that moment on we only called each other “Mistress” and “slaveboy”. For starters I had him lick My boots while I whipped the slave, strapped in front of Me to a cross. After a while, he reached the top of My riding boot and as a good slave, he waited patiently to leave the leather and touch My leg. To tease him I waited a few minutes but of course finally I allowed him to come up further. And by the time I felt his tongue on the backside of My pussy, the slave’s screaming reminded Me that I got carried away and that I was whipping him to bleeding.

The club and its dungeons was topclass and Hans had been bringing some of My favorite items that I wanted to wear in a dungeon like that but that I didn’t dare to bring crossing a border. I didn’t want to explain rowel type spurs and a stockwhip in My suitcase with customs! But for Hans it simply was a way of showing his devotion to Me!

I did not regret a second that I had taken this step to visit a “commercial” dungeon. It was fun and thrilling and I intend to do this more!

Lady Contessa Pat

Chariot race?

I heard a rumour about a kind of “chariot-slaverace” in France next month, but My French Friends did not know. Does anyone know about this or has more information on it? I really want to know! Also if it would not be with chariots but just ponyboy racing I am interested.

Let Me know as soon as possible: madam_kommandante@yahoo.com

 

Lady Contessa Pat