Visit of Lady Petra

Last weekend Lady Petra was again with Me. She came over from Germany for two days and had brought her personal slave carl along. A 30-something stud. I had the impression that she wanted to show him to Me and especially his capacities as ponyboy. Because she immediately proposed to ride him during the weekend and have a race like we had a few months ago. It sounded like a revenge for our little races a few months ago, but I didn’t care. Afterall, games are always fun….

And indeed he was a real slavehorse: all muscles and tanned. And when I raced them (with jan) we had no chance. carl was at least 20 cm taller and 20 kg heavier than jan while I am sure that also Petra herself weighs at least 15 kg less than Myself.

After she had shown their riding skills, she offered Me to ride him as well. What a stability! I could feel the power under Me! and he was so well trained! he reacted woith the slightest touch with My calves or spurs and he noticed the change of My centre of gravity like a real horse! So I rode him for more than thirty minutes around My property.

In the evening I took her to a fancy restaurant and when We came home, We got our slaves out of their cages for some “sensual” toying….

On Sunday,  I took Petra to a former prison camp not that far away. As a German she was a bit reluctant to visit it, but I could convince her that she had no fault in what happened and that it would be very rewarding to visit such a place with Our slaves.

So, after an extensive brunch, we drove to the place. When we walked through the central corridor, it was nice to hear Our boots resounding loud on the cobblestones. Maybe some of you may find it a bit strange, but the sound made Me hot and it made Me think of My fantasy group.

I asked Petra and our slaves if they noticed it as well and Petra told Me that She could imagine how it must have been walking the place. Hearing Our boots resound menacingly. Seeing the prisoners around on their knees, knowing that We could do to them as We’d  like….  I think that with these words Her timidity towards the camp subsided and she no longer let the true origin of the place spoil her feelings and sexual arousal that came with it.

In one of the barracks, Petra told Me that there was some dirt on My boots.

In front of the camp (with kind permission of Lady Petra)

Of course she had looked around prior to her “noticing” if there were no other people around. So carl immediately went down and licked My boot, removing the “dirt” and dried the wet spot with his sleeve. Then she kicked him on the ass and told him that he should beg Me to kiss My other boot as well. As a result I ordered jan to do the same with Petra’s boots. Hilarious! Having two slaves licking our boots in a public place…. it made Me even hotter than I already was and I couldn’t help kissing My Friend and thank her. Later that evening, she told Me that it had made her hot as well. Unfortunately, voices further down the corridor broke the momentum and we left the room like two couples…

Lady Contessa Pat 

Germany

Last weekend, I was in Germany again to meet My German Domme Friends. We were asked each of Us to bring as many slaves as We liked and that slaves who could take much pain, especially whipping, would be benificial.

The main reason for this was a kind of pokerplay (We already played before) where the stakes was not money, but whiplashes for our slaves. So at the beginning We had to estimate how much whiplashes our slaves (together) could take and depending on this We got plastic coins for the number We’d expect. Each of us another color.

These coins could be used as stakes in the poker play and at the end (or during the game) the coins could be exchanged for ….whipping fun!  I had been a bit careful with marc and jan and only had put fiufty lashes (each) so they were more or less spared, but some, like Mistress “Herrin” Carla,  had put 500 and more on one of Her slave’s head!  I don’t have to explain how this slave looked like at the end.

But the poker game and its “results” was only at the end of our lovely weekend. Before that, We also had a whipping game. A game I had “played” before with My French Friends and that I had introduced to “les Chattes Bottees” Myself on an earlier occasion as. Simple but fun to “play”: the slaves had to hold a (soldier)toy in their hands while We had to try to whip it out of their hands  And of course our slaves had to serve Us throughout the weekend in the usual way a Mistress is served by slaves. Concerning this, a hard test was when Petra’s slave had to hold Her dinner-tray with Her glass in front of him, arms stretched. For more than an hour! After a while he started sweating and breathing deep and somewhat later tears ran over his cheeks, but he managed until She allowed him to stop. I think it lasted more than an hour. But, as soon as We saw the ordeal, We ordered Our slaves to do the same. Of course not all were strong enough or used to this kind of task and could not hold. As a result, nearly all slaves got punished for lousy performance. Especially Charlotte’s slave, who could not hold it after ten minutes or so, was whipped hard by his Owner. I also had to punish jan since he as well only hold the plate for fifteen minutes or so. marc did a bit better.

Anyway, when We left on Sunday afternoon, once again We had had a very pleasant and interesting weekend in Germany.

Lady Contessa Pat

Kiss it!

P.S. Since so many of you asked of a picture of Me in leather pants, I publish this picture of Me in leather pants from a few years ago. The picture was meant to say to someone”Kiss My ass!”

Happy 2015

Me and two good friends

I wish all of you a peaceful and prosper 2015 and I hope that you all had a nice Chistmas and New Years Eve.

Just received some pictures from My friends taken on New Years Eve. As usual: much attention from drunken men when out without male chaperone! Why do these stupid vanilla males always see a single woman as a catch?????

But those that tried were very mistaken: I am the predator, not the prey!

Lady Contessa Pat