Riding in the Sauerland

Me after the ride

I was invited for a riding trip in the middle of Germany (Sauerland). So after more than 4 hours I arrived in an hotel where I was welcomed by Charlotte and Petra who introduced Me as well to three men that were going to “serve” Us during the weekend. Not real slaves, but what I call servants, stable aids,…

So Friday evening We just had diner and as their guest, I was invited to choose a personal servant. Since I was not aware of their quality, I simply choose a guy named Rob for his good lookings. Charlotte and Petra had obviously explained clearly what was expected of them and how to behave. Not only they called Us “Madame” the French word for Mistress, but they treated Us as if We were Queens. Like knights would have treated their Queen! And for the other people in the hotel, they were just our dates. Like that I had Rob to pamper Me and I was glad that I had the change of comparing someone to Hans, a “servant” I see now and then when I need company and cannot make use of real slaves (during trips abroad and so on).

I have been looking for guys like Hans for many months and found out that it was easier to find slaves (that can be whipped and punished at wish) than guys that are submissive but don’t want to be treated like real slaves, especially when it comes to corporal punishments. They are excellent to accompany Me on riding trips or trips abroad and so on. And now I saw three guys like that. Apparently Charlotte found them on facebook. Maybe I should get active on facebook Myself, but I hear so many warnings about its lack of privacy…?

Anyway, I had Rob and made good use of him later that night! Maybe it was due to the excellent wine, but I had gotten so hot during the evening!

In the morning I regretted that I had gotten drunk the night before because My head was bouncing like crazy (I guess that’s what happens when you are not used to drink much alcohol). 

A few aspirins later I was feeling like new again and the fresh air brought Me back again.

Around 11, the guys drove Us to the “Reitschule” and acted like kind of valets, later on as stable boys. Like that they had to get the horses for Us, hold them while We mounted, adjusting the stirrups, tightening the gear,… while We simply looked down at them, ordering them how to do it. While one of them was still having trouble with doing so, I dropped My crop deliberately to have him pick it up and I did that twice to emphasize that I just wanted him to pick it up for Me.

In the mean time I saw that Petra had her boots cleaned by her “boy”. Unlike with real slaves he was using a cloth, but nevertheless, everyone understood.

After five minutes or so, also Charlotte was ready and We started our ride through the lovely landscapes. Underway we had two short stops for drinks. It looked as if the guys in both bars had never seem women before since they stared at us like drooling dogs!

However, only one dared to speak to us. Since they spoke German I did not fully understand, but Charlotte explained that he said that they seldom had such beautiful women in the village. She answered that We seldom encounter such ugly men…. hahahahahahaaaaaa…. Also the others in the bar burst out in loud laughter.

Anyway, when we returned, the guys were waiting for our horses so We could go straight towards the little bar in the manege while they took care of the horses. 

When they had finished, they waited outside until we finished our drinks and came out. After a stop at the hotel for showering and making up (with the aid of Rob), we went for dining in a castle that contained a nice restaurant today. Before dinner, we got a small tour in the castle. Like that we visited the dungeons! No need to tell you that I found it the most interesting part of the castle!

After dinner We went back to the hotel, but unfortunately it was already late. I knew that Rob was disappointed that I wanted to go straight to bed, but I really was too tired.

Madam Kommandante

"French" Weekend - part 2

On Sunday hans had foreseen a very extensive breakfast that turned out in a long brunch at which our slaves served Us in all possible ways.

After that, We played a kind of poker game with whippings of slaves as stakes. I had played this game already a few times before with My German Friends and as always it is hilarious, knowing that winning is fun, and loosing… is only bad for One’s slave! Indeed, points could be “cashed” in whipping or another way of punishing someone else’s slave. Madame Jeanine even “cashed” some of her points to use Laurence’s slave philippe as her toilet and Me Myself, I had taken him (since he was the most gorgeous slave available) for a pee as well and had him lick My pussy dry after I had done a little pee in his mouth. I must admit that I have had better “pissmouth” before.

Anyway, We played this game for more than two hours and had lots of fun. In the mean time, We were pampered and served by Our naked slaves whose dick and balls were more than once the the target for Our whips and boots (without actually using up points we earned…hahahahaaaaa…)

After the final “cashing in” of our points, We made a little walk in the neiborhood while Our slaves had to tidy and clean up.

When We came back after about a little bit more than an hour, I checked their work thoroughly. I had brought My white leather gloves and  put them on like I usually do to inspect cleaning work.

During My inspection, My Friends had gathered the slaves on a row on their knees. Before the slaves started their job, they had been warned not to embarrass their Owner by doing a bad job and as the host, I was the One to inspect their work.  I had only three remarks: I found a hair in the sink of the bathroom which yielded dirk, Myriam’s slave several full force lashes on his back and one of the beds that was not properly made up. Since it had been My slave marc’s responsibility, I asked Laurence to punish him for Me, which She did with great pleasure. Finally I complained about the odor in the kitchen and instead of punishing her slave andre Herself, Jeanine ordered hans to whip her slave in Her behalf!

After the goodbyes, hugs and kisses, My French Friends left and Me and Myriam brought back the keys to the owner of the house and drove home as well, satisfied about another great meeting with Our French Friends.

Lady Contessa Pat

"French" Weekend

Last weekend, I had invited My French Friends for our yearly “party”. I had rented a cosy villa for the weekend in the Ardennes. 

Since it had been rather dry for weeks, a nearby pond was more a pool of mud than a real pool. I had already noticed that the week before when I visited it to check for the possibilities. It was during this check that I had taken My new German “servant” and “trained” to act as a kind of host during the stay of My Friends. Since he had no experience at all in this kind of things, I taught him some etiquette on serving Domme Ladies. Of course most of the work and punishments was for the real slaves, Mine and the Ladies’ , but hans got a fair number of lashes during his “training”. I had taken a good crop and single tail! First of all I learned him how to welcome a Lady-Guest and her slave, to keep the slaves “sharp”, …

I warned him that although he’d be no real slave, any whish or order from one of My Lady-Friends would have to be met!

Anyway last weekend hans did very well and even Madame Jeanine, one of the most demanding Ladies I know, made compliments on him.

Upon arrival, together with My “servant” hans, Our slaves jan, marc and dirk kissed My friends’ boots and offered themselves for the weekend, while the slaves they had brought with them welcomed Me in the same appropriate way. 

I had a present for each Lady: a nice singletail. I called it a “housewhip”.

I had bought five identical singletails and offered them to My guests as a “whip of the house” and of course these nice beauties were immediately tested on the slaves. After that, We went to the porch to have a relaxing chat, while our slaves jan, marc and dirk offered themselves as footstools to Our guests. hans took the lead over the French slaves in the kitchen to prepare exquisite snacks and cocktails they served a few minutes later.

It was nice to hear that Laurence had a new horse (a real one, not a human ponyslave), that Jeanine had moved to a new house with a fully “equipped” dungeon in the basement and that She actually had three slaves (She had only brought one). Also We discussed the attacks in France and Brussels and agreed on how to deal with these fools! All of Us were convinced that We’d be able to nip in the bud this terrorism by making examples of the ones caught and make them suffer beyond imagination before finishing them off.  Like that, the ones who’d consider terrorism would be deterred. We would post our “actions” on the net just like the worms publish their propaganda.

After an hour or so, the French slaves, lead by hans had prepared lunch that was served in the garden.

After lunch, I proposed to have some “Olympic” games. One of that of course was to have a ponyrace, but we started with a kind of “mud wrestling” with the slaves. they had to fight each other in the muddy pool one by one. First alone, later on “coached” by their specific Owner who assisted and urged them with the whip!

After nearly an hour of “entertainment”, We decided that “nick”, Madame Brigitte’s slave was the winner (actually his name was Dominique, but Brigitte thought that “Dom” was not appropriate for a slave and calls him just nick).

The muddy pond appeared to be a real opportunity because after the wrestling in the mud, Myriam suggested to hide an object in the mud and have the slaves search for it.

Like that, a red marble that hans found in the house, was hidden in the mud and the naked slaves had to find it. Laughter and fun seeing the slaves frantically drudging in the mud like pigs, searching for the tiny object. It took them more than twenty minutes to find it! It was Myriam’s slave dirk who found it and as a reward he did not have to lick Myriam’s whip clean. Indeed, our whips were rather muddy and all slaves had to tongue-clean them after the game. After that, the slaves were lined up and hosed like animals. First by hans, but after a few minutes, Madame Jeanine took over.

The next games were a series of whipping contests. In the first one, the slaves had to hold a clothes-peg in their hands while We tried to whip it out of their hands. In order to prevent a slave from helping his owner to win, We switched slaves and had a winner and a looser. The Lady who could whip most pegs out of the slaves’ hands was the Winner, while the slave that “lost” most clothes pins was the looser. The Winner Laurence, got a little reward (her car was cleaned by all the slaves later on), while Jeanine’s slave, andre, got whipped simultaneously by all of Us.

In the next contest the slaves were blindfolded and whipped one by one consecutively and had to guess which Lady gave each blow. None of them succeeded in having it all correct, but jan and dirk guessed 3 out of 5 correct!  So We had to redo the test since this was an ex-aequo…hahahahahaaaaa…. Finally jan won with another 3 correct, while dirk had only 1 right in the “second round”.

The next game was a very interesting one since the slaves had to recognize his owners’ lash. And to make it a bit more difficult, We all used the “whips of the house”. To My delight, marc and jan both recognized My whiphand! Unfortunately they did not anymore during the extra round in which philippe, Laurence’s slave recognized the whiplash of his Mistress also the second time.

Finally after the whipping contests, We all went upstairs with our slaves to change to go for diner. We went to a well known restaurant about twenty kilometers from our stay while we left the slaves under hans’ supervision.

The rest I will write down later since this is already getting too long.

Lady Contessa Pat