Training a new slave

A few weeks ago, I had invited My German Friend Lady Petra at My place and last Saturday, she had come over to Me.

Since she is also a skilled rider, I had offered her to have a ride in the area where I live.  Although she has an excellent slave, she had brought another one who was far less “experienced”  than her regular 24/7-slave carl. However, since he was too much scarred she could not take him with her she said. So, She had brought another slave. one that she had recently found and that was actually under “training”. Since he was not fully trained yet, We did not take a risk and locked him up in marc’s cage while We took off for the ride.

We rode along the river and canal, through the woods and had a kind of full gallop race over a broad trail along a big field (which I won héhé!). Then, We had a long stop at a very cosy café where I often stop to have a refreshment.

When We came back, We released her slave michael in order to have him tongue-clean My boots while My slave jan had to shine Petra’s boots.

After that, We changed boots again and had a few tidbits offered by My slaves. While We were talking, the idea rose to test slave michael’s endurance under the whip since My garden is very suited for such a “test”. As such Petra had him run in circles while she used her whip to speed him up.

I must admit that she is a gorgeous woman, the way she cracked the whip in her long leather coat. Shouting at her slave in German, She made Me think of how a German SS-woman would have cracked the whip in the camps.

You probably know that this is one of My strongest fantasies and probably one of the reasons why I like and admire My German Friends so much.

Petra ready to urge her slave
 (picture with her permission)

Anyway, after about five minutes She invited Me to take over which I did with pleasure. he seemed to be in good shape and have a good stamina but obviously was not used to the whip.

I found it very pleasant to crack My long horsewhip close to the running slave, making it crack like a rifleshot. It was amusing to see how each lash sped him up. It was clear that he really was scared for My leather weapon and I kept his speed very high so that it was not some long distance jogging, but a real full speed run. After I had take over for five minutes or so, he clearly slowed down and My whip hit him significantly more than in the beginning and after a while I cut him with each lash. In his desperation he ran and ran which became stumbling and even stumbling down. I managed to get him up and running again twice with the aid of My long horsewhip, but less than a minute later he collapsed finally under My blows. At that moment, Petra feigned anger and rushed up at her slave, yelling that he embarrassed her. She kicked the defenceless slave repeatedly and very hard with her boots. he screamed and begged, but the pointed tips of her beautiful leather boots kept on hitting him until he got up and threw himself at My boots begging Me for forgiveness. I smiled at My Friend and kicked him as well.  Realizing that he would not be better off at My boots, he crawled to his Mistress Petra and overloaded her boots with kisses. “Looks like you need much more training!” She exclaimed proudly and ordered him to heel as We went back to Our comfortable chairs.

We chitchatted further teasing our footstools with our spurs and heels before We changed and prepared for the restaurant. After diner She just picked up her slave at My place. We hugged and kissed and I promised to visit her place next time.

Lady Contessa Pat

Tasting wine...or...?

During our last meeting in France, it was suggested to organize a wine tasting evening and than Madame Jeanine  suggested to do it with our slaves and combine it. So, last Sunday we gathered at Madame Laurence as explained that each of them had to bring two fine wines for Us to taste and evaluate.

Upon arrival We were also shown some cans in the bathroom. Each of it marked with A to E and we were asked to choose a can and fill it up

Most of Us took their personal slave to the bathroom “to help”.

Also, since I had a servant, frank, with Me I took him and had him hold the can under Me while I emptied My bladder.

After an hour or so (we had to wait for Brigitte who was not able to “produce” a useful amount since she seemed to have peed just before arriving) We all had relieved ourselves and the slaves had to taste all beakers and fill in a form on which they marked which piss they found the sweetest, the best tasting in general, nicest smelling, strongest taste,

And they had to give points for each beaker, so each beaker was valued 1, 2, 3, 4 or 5 points. Afterwards, the total points were calculated and We put our names to the corresponding beaker marks. I had beaker C and ended on the third place overall, but My piss was chosen as the nicest smelling! Other categories were the sweetest piss, the best tasting piss and the strongest tasting piss.

In the mean time We Ourselves savoured a series of fine wines that We also gave points. 

Most wines were savoured and drank, but some were just spit out. of course the slaves had to offer themselves with open mouths to collect everything We spat out.

However, as a result, most of Us got a bit drunk and that had some influence on the slaves “welfare” and the later it got, the more whiplashes were heard. Like that Jeanine’s slave was whipped to bleeding for “disrespective looking” by Laurence and his Mistress Madame Jeanine. he was already serious scarred all over his body and beared fresh marks that showed he had been whipped to bleeding recently. I knew he was a pain slut, but I think that even for a pain slut, it must have been very hard to bear.

I saw in frank’s eyes that he was scared to death to be summoned to undergo a whipping like that as well, but luckily for him he behaved well. Besides, My Friends knew that he was not a real slave and was not used to whippings and would for sure not make him bleed like they did with slave andre.

But, I had him not only tongue-clean My boots several times, but also My Friends’ boots. I yielded him a few good kicks, but nothing serious or damaging. 

When riding home, I asked him about it and he told Me that he had found the whipping really scaring. I warned him that nevertheless it was the kind of punishment he’d face if he’d ever do something that would really upset Me! I think he got he message….

Madam Kommandante

"slave" hans - part 2

In the early morning jan released hans from the sleeping cage since he was ordered to prepare My breakfast and serve it properly.

It earned hans a few lashes of My whip and in the end, he had to offer his hands for My cane. Four hits I had decided. That was ten minus the quotation I gave for his service: six! Not bad for a novice slave, but still yielding hits with the cane. he screamed it out with each hit, but nevertheless he kept his hands offered to My cane and never made any attempt to withdraw them!

After breakfast he was ordered to clean up the table and do the dishes while I put on My riding attire. I had put on everything except for the spurs because after I had pulled on My riding boots over My tight-fitting jodhpurs. hans had to fix them when he had finished his chores.

Of course, he did not know that I always check whether the spurs are well attached!  So, I snapped My finger for marc who immediately assumed the desired position and like a kind of ritual, I pushed My spurs into his buttocks and moved My foot slightly up and down. To My satisfaction they did not slip nor shift and he was allowed to kiss My boots. In order to show hans the feeling, I did the same with him and told him never to forget the protocol how to fix and check My spurs. Then marc put a special bridle in his mouth and explained him the commands of human pony riding in brief.

After that, I ordered him to assume the position to make me mount him easy for a two-legged walk along My garden. It is a relaxing way to enjoy My large garden and it is a most satisfactory way to inspect a slave’s work. The feeling of his body through My tight-fitting jodhpurs gives Me that extra feeling of power and superiority. On top of that, spurs can be used to make a slave immediately feel when I am not pleased with his work.

So, like that I walked around My garden for about half an hour sitting comfortably in his neck, directing him with My thighs, boots and spurs.

In the afternoon, We had not much time to “play” in the garden since it started raining. However, I took the time to “train” him inside as well.

First, I tested his reactions to My non-verbal commands and helped him understand them with My whip. I taught him what to do when I tap My boot with My whip, when I spread My legs, when I snap My fingers, when I stamp the floor twice or three times rapidly, …

It got him a few good kicks and a series of lashes since he was not really trained as My slave. Each time he misunderstood a command, I punished him and had jan show him the correct action which of course jan executed correct and without hesitation.

Around 4 o’clock, I ordered My slaves to clean My car. Jan had to do the outside while jan had to do the inside.  hans on his turn was ordered to tongue-clean the leather seats and wipe them dry with his shirt.

Before hans left I asked him how he felt about the weekend and he answered Me that it was the best time of his life!

As a result he agreed with the idea that I will use him as My slave for a weekend later again when I feel like it.  

Lady Contessa Pat