A ride

Last weekend, I went riding in Germany with My Friends Petra, Charlotte and Marlon. Charlotte had arranged the trip and she had brought her slave klaus to serve Us. One slave for three Ladies! You can imagine that it was no pleasure trip for him. We made him run from One to Another, picking up Petra’s whip that had “accidently” fallen, cleaning My boots, adjusting Charlottes spurs, cleaning Marlon’s boots, picking up one of My gloves, holding Charlotte's whip, cleaning My boots again, then Petra’s whip had fallen again,… so it went on for at least ten minutes. Charlotte guaranteed Us that he’d be severely punished for his slowliness later on at home because We could not decently punish him at the stables (the noise of whiplashes and his possible screaming would draw too much attention).

Anyway it was a nice ride and after about an hour, We came to a park where klaus was waiting for Us with a bottle of champagne and three glasses! We took the refreshments and when nearly finished her glass, Charlotte said that her boot was a it dull and dusty and she poured some champaign over it. Of course her slave klaus had to lick it off since she warned him that She did not want any sticky sugar on her boots and that he’d be severely punished if it would leave stains on her expensive boots.

The special thing was not the licking, but the fact that he had to tongue-clean Charlotte’s boots in public. I did not see anyone around, but nevertheless it was in open air and if someone had arrived at the parking place, they would have seen him licking her boots. Before We continued Our ride, he was ordered to kiss My and Marlon’s boots as well, both the left and right ones, to show his submissivity.

Me and "Donner" (Thunder)

During the remainder of the ride Charlotte told Us that She once had him lick the soles of her riding boots when two strangers caught them. At first they were surprised, but then one of them encouraged klaus to make his Mistress’ boots shine. Charlotte than had the great idea of offering the men to have their shoes cleaned. None of them had accepted the “service”, but the one that had shown understanding told them that he’d rather kiss her boots!

We decided that in case We’d get in that situation now, We’d insist on having Our boots kissed. Unfortunately, We did not see men that seemed interested in Us.

Anyway, it was a nice ride!

Lady Contessa Pat