England...once more!

Me at the manege. Nice outfit, isn’t it?

Last Friday and Saturday, I had a short trip to England. After a short business meeting in London, I took a train and got picked up by a sub that I met a few months ago in the London club. He brought Me to a riding club about 100 km out of the city (not the one I visited in Summer). He had arranged that I could ride there together with another Domme he knew from the London club. She was a regular rider in the riding club and was delighted to be able to ride with Me. Like that We were able to have a long and discrete chat during the ride while

But more interesting was the fact that She had ordered John and another guy to meet Us in a cosy cottage on our way. it was aydan’s (the other slave).

 We were welcomed by the two “servants” who greeted Us the way decent subs do (by kissing our riding boots). Since We had little time, Sue immediately had her boots and jodhpurs removed and ordered her slave to lick her to orgasm! As We had agreed during the first part of our ride, I stimulated her by whipping My slave john in front of her and we changed after she had orgasmed. Obviously the whipping arose her very much (although We only had our crops to do so) so it did not take that long before she screamed it out!

It took john significantly longer to get Me that far, but when I started digging My spurs into his skin (as Sue adviced and encouraged Me to do after a while), I also climaxed.

I attribute it to the fact that We only had our crops since I find whipping someone with a singletail or bullwhip far more arousing.

Anyway, My spurs seemed to be very good substitutes!

After that, We went to the toilet one by one and filled a glass for our slaves. Without any complaint, they drank it! In the mean time, We had a glass of French wine.

At the end we allowed john and aydan to jerk off while licking our boots. It took them less than a minute and when we left the cottage, Sue ordered them to go on all fours to form a footstool to mount our horses. Of course I made good use of the offer and stepped on john’s back.

Finally I said that they had to kiss our boots as a sign that they liked our company, but only if they indeed liked our presence. I have never seen slaves kissing My boots more eagerly! The message was clear!

Lady Contessa Pat

Autumn = new boots!

Autumn means new boots!

Although early in the season, I could not wait last week to buy these beauties (in Paris). Wearing them at a business meeting, I got compliments from several people. Two guys even told Me that they go very well with Me! Talking about a compliment!

Lady Contessa Pat

Dungeon in France

one of the French slaves in the “black room”, the “Chambre Noire”

After I had this excellent time in the French club, I had invited Myriam to visit it. Of course She liked the idea and last weekend We went to Paris.

Since We could simply drive to the club, it was a good opportunity to have a little “role-play” so I had brought some very explicit dominant clothes and accessories that I cannot wear everywhere. I was especially delighted to wear My special “spurs”. I had only worn them at home and once during a meeting with some friends in Germany.

Anyway, We made good use of the available equipment and slaves and had a lot of fun in the black room, a room specially dedicated for whipping with long whips. We had brought dirk and jan as Our personal slaves, but had two other slaves at our disposal as well. It was said that those were real painsluts and it was amongst others this I had Myriam convinced to come along.

Me in the “Chambre rouge” 

The opportunity to whip slaves full force with a bullwhip and without restrictions was something she could not let pass by and so she had agreed to join Me to the club in Paris (She does not like France since she does not speak French – however the language of the whip is a universal one! hahahahahahaaaa…). And believe Me We made good use of it! We both whipped a slave beyond imagination!

Of course I also showed the new interrogation room and demonstrated how I’d make any prisoner confess! I think My intimidating outfit matched the idea very well.

Like a few months ago in London, I made one of the slaves give Me his email-password (although I did not check it like We did in London).

Myriam on her turn forced jan to say that I am a sadistic “bitch” while I had warned him that I’d whip him to bleeding if he dared. As a matter of fact he had to choose between getting tortured and getting whipped to bleeding with a bullwhip. Too late he realized this so, broken by Myriam,  I had him in tears at the business end of My whip. Half an hour later, numberous whipmarks were added to his back. From a distance, they looked just red stripes, but from a shorter distance, tiny droplets could be seen in the gush.

The other French slave after I “took care” of him

dirk was somewhat smarter and he realized that if he resisted long, he’d get both! (or was it My intimidating outfit? Hahahahaaaaa…) So he already gave in after less than five minutes before he was fixed in the black room where he got one of the hardest whippings he ever got from Myriam. But that was nothing compared to what I did to the French slaves’ back. From the scars that were already on his body, I could see that he was a real painslut and that I did not have to restrict Myself when whipping him!

After the “session” We had a few drinks in the club while jan and dirk’s welts got a bit nursed by a slavegirl who worked as a kind of nurse in the club.

It was already after midnight when We left the club and went to Our hotel.

I was glad that like Myself Myriam had a good time and that I had given her the opportunity to experience it (I had told her about it enthousiastically but up till then she was always reluctant visiting places like that).

Lady Contessa Pat