New poll!

I just launched a new poll.
I want all of you to vote!

Lady Contessa Pat

Sjamboks

Want to have it tried on your hands?

Recently someone said about a sjambok: “That thing is scary. Imagine the damage it would cause to a person!”

Although I have two of these sjamboks (leather ones), I only recently used and got to know this kind of whip seriously (in the swimming pool).

It indeed can be a devastating weapon but it all depends on how One uses it.

My Friend Petra told Me that she recently had broken a slave’s hand with it. Using it for instance on someones fingers full force is just breaking them!

But it is good that slaves fear the whip. Fear always makes better slaves!

I wonder which whip you slaveboys fear the most. Let Me know!

Lady Contessa Pat

Carnival party

As promised a brief impression of the carnival party We visited last week.

As usual I was excited since One is able to wear One’s favorite costumes at such an event while nobody questions it. One can dress up in public like a lion tamer, a sexy Domme or an SS-Officer without raisin eyebrows. I think it should be carnival all year round!

Anyway after We had locked up our slaves at Charlotte’s (Charlotte’s slave Klaus was appointed as “guard” for the night) and had a nice diner at a local restaurant, we went to a rather large hall were hundreds of people were celebrating.

As already noticed before, believe Me: uniforms and high boots seem to attract many males, not just subs!

Like that, My friend Myriam had much attention.  She said she did not notice, but several males alluded to it when talking about her. I heard several remarks like “Your friend with her gorgeous boots…”  and “the sexy one with her thigh high boots…” while she was the oldest amongst us! Maybe I should wear thigh highs as well with My Nazi-uniform instead the more logic riding boots?

Apart from some drinking and dancing We joked around and toyed a bit with a group of males who obviously had too much and I had to use My crop a few times to cool them down. It was during this that I found out that one of them for sure was a sub since he nearly longed for Me to hit him with My whip. And so I did a few times (playfully) with the result that he got even more possessed. Unfortunately, a few minutes later, one of his comrades got caught in a fight (alcohol!) and we left since We did not want to get involved.

We went to Our hotel and said goodbye to the Girls.

The day after, We just picked up our slaves at Charlotte’s and left.

Madam Kommandante