Sunday, June 28, 2015

Interrogation in London

Relaxing in the interrogation room
When I was talking to Mistress Jane a few weeks ago, she told Me that she as well liked uniforms
As a result I promised her that I’d bring My SS-uniform next time I’d come to the club.
However, when I visited them last week, I did not really dare to take it in My luggage and risk it to be found. So instead I had brought an outfit that ressembles it a bit. An outfit that at least radiates the atmosphere that must have occurred in those days. 
Also I did not dare to bring My spurs and whip, but especially for the whips, that was no problem since they have plenty of good ones at the club.
When I arrived, Jane had a pleasant surprise for Me. Althought I had not brought My real Nazi-outfit, she had thought I would and had  foreseen an “appropriate slave”.
A slave to “interrogate” in a way that would match My SS-uniform! And therefore she had found Me the perfect slave: middle age businessman who had already visited her a few times and was into total and brutal humiliation. 
He was already bound naked to a chair when I came in the room and Jane asked Me to be My assistant and teach Her how to make someone like him “talk”.

So We decided to make him tell Us the internet password for his mails. As soon as I said to him what I wanted, he frantically claimed that this was not agreed and that it was not appropriate, that he paid for the treatment,…. But as agreed with Mistress Jane, I did not care about his pleas.
As a result, I started to whip his body with a crop and a small singletail. First somewhat teasing, but soon creating red welts all over him. After only a few minutes, I felt that he’d be no challenge and that he’d give in as soon as I’d mean business! (Also I realized that Jane had choosen him because of his fetish to be humiliated and not because of his pain threshold).
So first I just tortured him mentally by telling him what I’d do to him and that I’d torture him harder and harder and that I would not hesitate to damage him, that if he didn’t give in soon, he would no longer be able to go swimming in public,… and I ordered Jane to take a laptop. We spit in his face, forced him to drink water We both had spit in, threw a glass of urine in his face (we told him it was Jane’s piss, but actually it was some apple juice), … and all the time yelled at him. Then I switched to a slightly higher level and started hitting his hands that were fixed to the armrests with My whip and I told him that he’d bend or break anyway.  That I’d cause visible wounds over his body, including his face,… While Jane said something like “Oh no Pat, that’s too cruel, the soft skin of his face is no match for your hard whip! it will rip it open like a ripe melon”,  he got nearly crazy and started crying like a baby!
Since I realized that was the moment to flip him over, I brutally yelled at him and hit him rather hard in the face with My quirt. I admit that it was harder than actually meant, but it had the desired effect and he broke already after that first hit (he clearly was no “painslut”).
Jane, who already had her laptop, checked immediately, gave in his password, but determined that it did not work. As a result I hit him again, but harder, two times in the face making him cry even more in panic and when Jane asked Me nonchalantly “Is that blood?” he finally broke and told Us about the capitals that were needed in his password. Jane checked again and nodded affirmative to Me with an admiring look and congratulated Me with the result.
Since We were not really after his password, We freed his hands right after his confession and allowed him to change it on the laptop.
Next, he was allowed (or forced?) to watch how both of Us whipped a slave at the rack until bleeding and We allowed him to jerk off in the mean time, which he did fanatically….
“Next time She will have your bankcodes!!!!” Jane said when the guy had paid and left the club.
It was another great night at the club.

Lady Contessa Pat


BTW I will be back in London next week and will have a another visit at the club (with a new (local) servant). But then I will be in riding gear since he will also accompany Me to the riding club I found near London for a horseback ride. Yiiehaaaaa! 

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

A day in Holland


Although We had planned it months ago, We did’t find a location big enough to host and organize the big party (with Olympic Games) as We’d like to. So, a few weeks ago, We had already decided to postpone it, but keep looking for a suitbale location.

However, We had decided to meet as usually in June anyway. So last weekend, I went to Holland to meet “Les Chattes Bottees” at Marlon’s, one of My Domme Friends.

At first it felt that there was some tension over the fact that one of the most promising events could not take place while I have a domain that is more than big enough so I explained why I did not want the event to take place at Mine. After some discussions everyone eased a bit and when Charlotte suggested to cool down our anger on the slaves that were present, We seemed to have forgotten our disagreements and the slaves got a few good lashings! As Our host, Marlon again had gotten several very good slaves. I always get the impression that Dutch men are the best slaves when it comes to taking humiliations and punishment. I remember having beaten a few black and blue before at Marlon’s whithout any complains. I know She has very good contacts in the BDSM-scene and therefore very good supply!

By then We already had agreed to try out some of the games We had planned and would for sure do in the future after lunch. This was a real  feast served by three gorgeous naked slavegirls(!) and before it was even finished, Marlon suggested to “reward” the slavegirls for their excellent food by allowing them to whip the male slaves (as a matter of fact they were ordered to do so by Marlon). We all agreed and it soon appeared that although they were submisssives, two of them realy liked whipping the other slaves, while a third one was a bit more reluctant and Marlon warned her to whip harder. If not, she would be whipped herself by her Mistress. it seemed to have some effect, because after that, the girl whipped the slave far harder than before. Later in the evening, Marlon offered the girls to lick the Ones amongst Us to orgasm and use them for more sexual services. She told Us that her sluts were well trained to please any woman. And…indeed, they were good!

Anyway,  after being whipped by the slavegirls, the male slaves were lined up to do some push-ups. Under Our “professional” guidance….hahahahaaaaa…

Next We had a 4 legged-ponyrace, with and without riders. Unfortunately the limited space made a good 2-legged race impossible. Nevertheless, the races went on until around four when we had delicious “vlaai”. A kind of pie, a specialty from the region. After a while, Lady Petra decided to give her slave also some. She though some on the floor and put her boot in it. Next he was “allowed” to eat it from her black leather boot and the floor. Another slave got the pie smeared in his face.

After Our “tea-time” We enjoyed Ourself watching the slaves having a rope-pulling contest. It started as a ordinary one, but it did not take that long before the ropes were attached to balls and cocks! Two slaves even got a fine rope attached to their nipple rings! Fun fun fun!!!!!

To finish, the nice day, the slaves were cuffed and attached to a thick metal chain fixed around a large pilar in the house.    While We went to a restaurant, all our slaves were like that stashed in one and the same room. “Must get stinking in there after a while with so many males….” We joked while enjoying Our food.

 

 

Lady Contessa Pat

Monday, June 8, 2015

London Nightlife

Since I was back in London last week for a few business meetings, I went again to the club I had been visiting a few times already by now. At request, they provide slaves to play with during the visit and since I was alone in London, I grabbed this opportunity. Since I found the slaves I had last time not that good, I had told the management so.
As a result, she offered Me a slave of whom she said she was sure he’d meet My expectations. he belonged to one of the proDommes who works in the club. She was so kind and let Me borrow her slave for about two hours (of course I paid fot it) and offered to play together with Our slaves. So I had her personal slave (who indeed was very well trained) while She toyed with a customer of hers.
Me in My new leather bustier
Since I had planned to have a night in the club, I had bought a nice new leather bustier that matched very well with My leather pants. I felt hot and sexy and very powerful in it which boosted My sadism. 
We had them fetch Us drinks and made them jump at Our whims while urging them all the time whipping them around,  made them do push-ups while whipping them, used them as ponyboys (both four-legged and two-legged) and raced them like that,….
At a certain moment, she invited Me to a special room where she lowered her knickers squated and started to piss on the floor (especially adapted and designed for that). When she was finished, her (customer) slave had to lick Her piss from the floor, while she whipped him. I watched it all the time while sitting on her (regular) slave’s face. She asked Me several times to relieve Myself like that, but only after I had gotten a bit drunk and I had to go to the toilet anyway, She could persuade Me to have My leather pants taken off and piss into her slaves’ mouth while he was laying on the floor with open mouth. Although I had pissed in a mouth before, it was so arousing. Must have been the booze or maybe it was the presence of Jane and the erotism she radiated, combined with the fact that she caressed Me while pissing on her slave. After I had finished, the other slave (who had been whipping dry his face with his shirt) had to remove the last drops and remains from My pussy. After that, Jane thanked Me, kissed Me passionately and We left the two slave to clean up and went for a drink in the bar, where several slaves were available for further service. We had Our boots thoroughly cleaned and I had a long chat with Mistress Jane.


Lady Contessa Pat