"Bootball" in London

When I was in London last week, someone told Me about Belgian football players in the English league. I was told that a Belgian was the best player but that he was kicked all the time. As a result I got this nice idea of retaliating for that. Therefore, We’d watch some actions and with each fault that was committed on was going to kick them Myself.

So, two British subs that happened to be in the club at that moment were put on their knees in front of Me. Another guy was searching some files containing clips from games with the Belgian player Hasard.

And indeed it appeared that quite some fouls were made on him (especially since actions where he was faulted were selected).

So, to My delight, I had the chance of kicking the subs very hard several times. In the beginning, one of them took it very well, but his fellow screamed and moaned loud after each hit from the beginning on. I did not hide that I like kicking people with My boots and that I like making them scream. So after his initial silence with each kick, I managed to make the second slave scream as well! I saw this as a kind of victory for Me! Especially since My Friend Jane told Me that he was a real tough one.

I told them that they were even lucky that I did not wear boots with steel reinforced tips.

I have several pairs of that and I’d love to use them…!

Not that I had kicked them black and blue, but also with My “ordinary” high jackboots, I had been creating several good bruises and since I like to kick slaves, it was a rewarding time.

Lady Contessa Pat

Horseback riding in Germany

Last Sunday I had invited My servant-slave frank to accompany Me on a riding trip in Germany with My Friends Charlotte and Petra. We had agreed to bring a slave to gearing up Our horses, make us mount easy, clean Our boots after the ride and look after the horses when We had finished riding. We hired horses since We made a kind of adventurous trip on rather narrow and steep paths that were not really suitable for horses who were not used to this kind of terrain. (We didn’t want to get Our horses injured or so!).When nobody was around, klaus, Charlotte’s slave got a few good hits from her crop and Petra’s slave was kicked on the head while adjusting the stirrups.

During the trip, our slaves had to walk along with Us as if they were just our men accompanying Us. Of course they had to keep up with us and that was no problem as long as We walked, but when We started trotting, they had to run and when We urged Our horses in a gallop, they weren’t able to. When We stopped, Charlotte yelled at them that they were going to be punished for it.

As soon as we reached a remote part of the woods, Petra ordered her slave carl to come closer and kiss her boot. Less than a minute later the three of them were kissing our boots. I sensed that the horses were not familiar with this kind of thing and got rather nervous, but We managed to keep them calm. After all the three of Us are skilled horsewomen! Also now and then Our whips were needed to make our “stiefeldiener” (=German for bootboys) tongue-cleaning our boots to Our satisfaction!

After that, they were ordered to run in front of Us and We had a kind of chase with them. That means that they had to run since We trotted behind them, Our whips at the ready in case they slowed. Like that frank and Charlotte’s slave klaus got a few good lashes from Our whips. We played with them like that for at least ten minutes when frank was completely exhausted and gave up. Something that earned him a series of whiplashes from Me!

Anyway, finally We played a little game with them. They were told to run to stay out of Our reach and avoid Us from whipping them.  When they were hit by the whip they had lost and the one that was hit the last got a point. We had the same game a few times and carl appeared to be the fittest and best runner.

By then We had reached a more common part of the woods so We continued Our trip as if the men were just accompanying Us.

After the ride, We went to a restaurant while the males were left in the stables to look after the horses. Two hours later, We picked them up again and rode back home.

In the car I asked frank how he liked the trip and he told Me that it was the most thrilling action he ever had! he told Me that being chased by someone on horseback was the most arousing thing he could dream of!

Lady Contessa Pat