Nice Sunday in Germany

Last Sunday I was at Petra’s for a joint ride together with Marlon and Charlotte.

But apart from the excellent ride, she had arranged two German slaves (together with her own personal one) to come to the woods.

After we had made a good ride with lots of long gallops we arrived at a small courtyard of  remote and abandoned farm where the three slaves were waiting for us.

First they had to come round and kiss our boots one by one while we were sitting in the saddle to show their loyalty and devotion (at least for the day).

Next, they went to the car and came back with four good long bullwhips! Of course these beauties were hand over to us before the slaves were told to run around the square to sharpen our skills with the whip. Unfortunately that was the idea but did not work out since the horses got so frightened of the whips that they nearly all got nervous and anxious. So after a few minutes of trying we unfortunately had to stop this great idea and game. Only Petra’s horse seemed to be acquainted with a cracking whip so we dismounted and let our horses out of the square and fixed them outside. Then we came back at the secluded square and Charlotte immediately yelled at the three men that I was all their fault, that their “ugly faces” frightened Our horses and she started snapping her whip towards the slave who were standing together like three scared rabbits and without really planned nor agreed on, we slowly walked up to them forming a kind of half circle and started cracking our whips. The effect was intoxicating! It was so thrilling and a feeling of strange sadistic power came over me. Less than half a minute later, the slaves were in the range of our whips and the four of us started lashing out at them. At first they only begged to have mercy and stop, but when Petra shouted that they’d better run if they didn’t want to get whipped all over, they tried to flee. one of them tried to run between me and Charlotte but that appeared a bad idea because I managed to hit him full frontal!

But he was better of  than the other slave who got “tacled” by Petra and fell to the ground. That is never a good position between two Ladies with boots…hahahahahaaaa…. And he got kicked a few times by Petra and Marlon. Since this was a so pleasant for us, we repeated this a few times and ordered them to remove their shirts (to prevent them from ripped we joked hahahahahaaaa…). After a few minutes we decided to focus the for of us on Carl, Petra’s personal slave. Oh boy did he get whipped! Four eager bullwhips were lashing at his already scarred body (Petra for sure is not reluctant with the whip at home!) and also this, we repeated with the two other slaves.

Then Charlotte came up with another “game”:  two slaves had to run back and forth the square while the third one was whipped by us. The whipping only ceased when the last one reached the end point! No need to tell you that we had fun on the naked slavebacks!

After all this entertaining, we went back to Our horses and mounted them (of course with the help of our human footstools!). When we came back at the manege we were asked by the owner if we had a good time. All of us nodded and confirmed pervasively. If only he knew… hahahahahaaaaa…

Lady Contessa Pat