The danger of anger

Angry about the canceling of My servant (hans) for My latest trip to London, I had unleashed My anger on My slaves. Undeserved, I realize now. he was just the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time. I had just arrived at home from a ride when I got the phonecall with his miserable excuses. Even before finishing the call, I had thrown it at the wall where it had been broken in pieces. Outraged I had called for marc, but instead it was jan who entered the room excusing himself telling that marc was mowing the lawns.

ordered him to gather and pick up all the pieces from the cell phone. Unfortunately for him, he did not exactly knew where to look (he had not seen where I had thrown the phone) and went the wrong direction.

As a result, I hit him full force with My crop. Because of being surprised, he instinctively lifted his arm to protect his face from the fiery blow. That of course only increased My anger and I started whipping him full force. After a while, he bend down his knees and curled himself like a ball. Of course that was not the best idea, because like that he was down in front of My riding boots! And I started kicking him all over his body. he pleaded and begged Me to stop, but being outraged I only thought of hurting him more! I only came to My senses when I hit him two times hard on the head and he felt unconscious. That moment, My anger changed into panic since I thought that I had kicked him to death! Luckily I saw he was still breathing and called in marc. After a minute or so, he got conscious again and it seemed that, apart form a bleeding noose and some bruises, he was OK.

You cannot imagine what a relief this was to Me because I had been realizing that I would not be able to call for a doctor or bring him to hospital.

I could not risk that they’d see the whipmarks on his body or recognize some of the wounds as marks of My spurs. It would be hard to make them believe the scars had an accidental cause.

So I learned that it is never a good idea to punish a slave when outraged. One should always be calm and sober when punishing a slave and I hope this will never happen again.

Lady Contessa Pat

Riding in the Ardennes

Cleaning My riding boots after a good ride…

Last week, I had summoned the guy I had met a few months ago, while riding, to My place again. Since I clearly felt that he was rather a slave than a servant, but was far from trained into one, I had told him months ago that I’d call and use him whenever I needed him. Initially, I had thought not to do that. However, last weekend, I was in need of a “servant”, so I called him a few days before and took him with Me for a riding weekend in the Ardennes. My regular servant Hans was not available to accompany Me and frank (the new guy) was not (yet?) that deep into slavery like marc and jan. The most important thing however was that he was not yet “marked” like them. After My ride, I had summoned him to My room (we had booked separate rooms) to test his submissivity and loyalty.

First I had him get Me My drink while I took a comfortable seat. As soon as this was done, I ordered him to kiss My boots and lick them clean. Although I had removed most of the dirt before entering the hotel, they were quite dirty and frank had to lick them for more than 30 minutes to get them the way I wanted them before he started to use the polish. In the mean time, I had My drinks and read some pages in My thrilling book.  The day after, one of the co-riders asked Me how I got My boots so nice and shining after our previous ride!

Anyway, after he had polished and I had inspected them, he was allowed to pull them off and I sent him back to his room so I could take My shower relaxed. After half an hour I had called him in again to finish My outfit.

After that,  we went dining together so he could act as My chaperone. To keep him aware of his position, I kicked him now and then with My boots while I had told him not to make anyone around noticing it. From previous experiences, I know that it is hardly impossible to act as if nothing happens while being unexpectedly kicked to the shins. Afterwards he had to show Me his shins to check the effect of My boots on them. I was pleased!

After diner, we went to his room where I continued testing him as My slave.

Amongst others, I had prepared him a little yellow digestive drink after I had been to the bathroom….., had him present his hands for My riding crop and hit his fingers several times with it. To My delight, he did not withdraw his hands and harly moved! Then, I teased his nipples with My riding gloves and pinched them real hard while having ordered him not to make a sound.  They have some special tiny studs on the palm side, to make them extra rough to prevent the reins from gliding in My hands. Nevertheless he did not scream it out and only some soft moaning escaped from his lips! I also slapped him a few times in the face with My riding gloves turning his cheeks into ripe tomatoes in no time. But again, no complains.

Later that night, we had sex after he had made Me orgasm with his tongue.

Lady Contessa Pat

Fun in Germany

Last weekend, I was in Germany, at Charlotte’s, with some of “Les Chattes Bottees”.

Apart from discussing our plans to organize a kind of “Olympic games for slaves”, I had a few nice experiences.

One very interesting was that one of Charlotte’s slaves, a guy She simply called “lecker” had to sit on his knees facing a pair of Her riding boots,  placed on a stool in front of him. Like that he had to worship and glorify them by talking to them and he had to keep on talking like that for 30 minutes, without stopping. Humiliating, showing that he was just an inferior creature, inferior to the boots he had to worship (without someone wearing them). A strong signal! Another was the fact that a slavegirl belonging to marlon, had to clean our muddy boots with her long hair after We had been walking outside. One by one, while We were chitchatting in the lobby. Right after her, another slave had to do the “finishing touch” with his tongue.

And the one I liked most was that at a certain moment, the slaves got some water to drink and all got some ice cubes. Strangely the cubes had a yellowish color…. I had seen this before. A few years ago I have tried this as well and had pissed into the special form one uses to make ice cubes and had it put in the freezer. Later on, My slaves got them in their drinks to humiliate them and make them remember their position. It is already a few years ago and I don’t even remember it was with jan and marc. Maybe I could do this again….

Indeed he says now that I have never done that with him. So they will have “ice cubes” with their water tomorrow!

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Looking for slaves

slaveboys!

As you know I have some Domme Friends in Holland and Germany and We see each other regularly to exchange ideas and experiences and have fun.

Recently, we discussed the possibilities to have a kind of slave Olympics.

Of course such an organization implies a number of slaves and it was agreed that each of us would bring in 3 or 4 slaves. However, to Me and Myriam, this imposes some problems as I only have 2 regular slaves and Myriam only one!

That is why We are actually looking for slaves that offer themselves as slavetoy for a “one time” event.

It will most probably take place in June in the south of Holland and will last 1 weekend (exact date will be confirmed).  Candidates must speak Dutch, German or English. Not understanding orders in one of these languages will not be accepted as an excuse and might be punished as disobedience!

Of course experienced slaves have our preference, but healthy novice slaves in good condition also are very welcome.

However, keep in mind that it will be a “one time” meeting and I will not take you to My place, nor will you get My identity. The meeting will not imply any further relationship with Us (unless Me or Myriam would decide so; or any other Domme present).

During this weekend, all slaves will have to “perform” for their Mistress. No need to say that letting Us down, will be punished!

All slaves will have to agree with Our conditions and will have to sign a contract. Also, measures will be taken to guarantee Our anonymity.  Each slave will have to arrange his own transportation to and from the event. Where to sleep will be decided by Us at that moment, depending on Our mood.  This will be the same for the meals.

We already agreed on a couple of games We’d organize, like one or more boot licking contests (cfr. lick muddy boots clean in the short possible time), rope pulling (the ropes attached to their penis; the Owners allowed to whip the slaves to victory), running with a load (cfr. bag of sand on the shoulder; again the  Owner will be allowed to whip the slave to speed him up), ponyraces (although I like a good 2-legged pony race, that hasn’t been cleared out yet since it would need a lot of space and thus a remote location, but a few races on all fours will be part of the games). Also, Marlon will try to get a ponycart for the event.

Some also suggested a blind (pussy) licking test, but we were not all in favor of that (yet).  So, we will see.

Anyway, if you feel that you would be suitable to be used in Our slave-games and serve as My or Myriams temporary slave, I want you to contact Me via Madam_Kommandante@yahoo.com and introduce yourself properly, including a description of your physics, physical condition, BMI, age, weight,…

I know that June will be there soon, but the decision to have these games was only taken yesterday.

Lady Contessa Pat