Christmas Whipping

Last Thursday I was with some of My German Friends in a club in Moenchengladbach in Germany. Mistress Carla had invited us to enjoy ourselves in a dungeon her slaves had hired for the occasion. Of course, I could not say no to such an opportunity!

When I arrived, I was welcomed by two slaves who were “working” in the club and showed us around.

Also, Mistress Carla introduced us to six slaves that were on their knees sitting in a row. I was introduced as the “most notorious riding Mistress of Belgium”. Like I already knew we were allowed to do anything we liked with the slaves, but Carla had the intention of giving them harsh physical training. As such we had them jump, do sit-ups, bench-press and do other exercises, all under our strict supervision and under the threat of our whips. We also urged them by kicking them repeatedly. Especially Carla, who was in a military uniform, made her presence felt!

After having another drink, we changed our focus from physical torment to more playish games. For instance, the slaves were ordered to try to catch the tip of our whip when we lashed it out at them. Very funny and it appeared to be nearly impossible for them and when indeed accidentally a slave managed to grab the popper, a good tug from My side pulled it through his hands again, so he did not get that credit!

The result was that after the game (in which none of the slaves managed to grab and hold our whips), their hands were beaten red and at the verge of bleeding!

Another thing I personally did was that I put the sole of My boot on an euro-piece that I had dropped on purposed. Of course slaves are expected to pick up anything that a Lady drops.

Since he dared not pushing My boot or even touch it without permission (I would have kicked him in the face for that for sure!), the only thing he could do was beg Me to move My foot and allow him to take the coin. Of course it was the idea to have him beg at My boots like that and at the same time, Carla was yelling at him threatening him to whip him to shreds.

So, the poor boy had to choose between My boot and Carla’s whip.

He choose poorly… And got whipped!

Not only Carla used her whip very intensely, also Lady Charlotte and Madam Petra whipped the slaves merciless since they played this little game with three slaves: the one that made her slave use a stopword first was the winner. The three of them really whipped the slaves merciless and after only a few minutes, Petra’s slave no longer could stand the ordeal and gave in.  By then, the slaves were covered in red lines, their back slightly bleeding at several spots! Afterall Our meeting was not called Our Christmas Whipping for nothing!

After that, the slaves had to thank the Ladies for…  playing along… hahahahahaaaa…

As a final game, we put a plastic beaker on their head and then teased them and whipped them to make the beaker fall.

For a first round, the beaker was filled with water, but after a few minutes, Carla claimed that she had to go to toilet and took two beakers with her. Of course when she returned, both were filled with her piss. I had already understood what was going to happen as soon as the beaker-game was explained and I went to the toilet right after Carla. I also filled two beakers and even called for a third one that I filled as well for 75%. In the end, all four of us had relieved ourselves and the beakers were pulled on the slaves’ heads. However, we had one beaker too many (the one I had filled for only 3/4^th ) so I ordered a slave at random to empty it and drink My piss. As expected he did without complaining although it could be seen that he did not like it.

As soon as all beakers were on their head, we started to whip the slaves and the first beaker already fell down spilling our piss all over the slave’s head. The others followed soon.

Of course spilled “liquid” had to be removed from the floor by them and a few minutes after the little “game”, the floors were completely clean and dry again!

Of course the slaves themselves and especially their hair still were soaked and thus we did not want to have anything to do with them anymore and I said goodbye to each of them with a good kick from my riding boot. By then we had to leave the club anyway since we had only hired it for the afternoon and time had flewn by.

When My Friends also had “said” goodbye to the slaves in an appropriate way, I took Them to a restaurant where we had a very nice chat during dinner (unfortunately without the usual servants around to serve us). After dinner, I said goodbye to My Friends and drove back to Belgium. Like always with My German Friends, it was a great afternoon and we decided to do this type of short meeting more often.

I already am looking forward to it!

Lady Contessa Pat

Training and taming a new slave (part 2)

After the little dressage of a novice slave for a new Domme Friend, I started to test his skills, ability and strength to be used as a ponyboy. First as a four-legged and afterwards as a two-legged one. All men can be easily trained into good four-legged ponyslaves, but to become a useful two-legged pony, months of heavy training might be needed, so I could only test whether it was feasible to even start trying to use him like that.

First of all I had hans take My “pony-training spurs” and fix them at My boots. Unlike the spurs I wear for riding real horses, these spurs have rather long neck and sharp points at the rowels (as you can see in the picture I will attach). From experience I know that most slaves are scared to death for them since they can damage a slave real bad. Human skin certainly is no match for them when the one wearing them really wants to hurt! Of course the main idea is that they only induce fear and respect for the one wearing them and are not to be used for real, but… as I said before collateral damage can not always be excluded and “accidents” happen, especially when slaves do not obey their Mistress immediately.

slave bjorn under My lovely boots 

Anyway, bjorn was no exception and looked at My spurs like a rabbit looking at a pack of wolves coming near. To increase the impact of them on his mind, I made him touch them with his finger and kiss them. Then, I took place on his back and tapped his legs with the inner sides of My heels. I don’t know whether it was inexperience or fear, but he shot forward like a rocket and I had to pull his hair to slow him down and keep him under control.

As a matter of fact, the four-leg-thing only last a few minutes, since I believe it is too easy for a slave and the real challenge is the two-legged performance.  

So, after the short ride as a four-legged pony, I showed him how to kneel down on one knee to make Me mount easy for a two-legged ride. I swung My leg over the kneeling slave and climbed his shoulders. Then, I grabbed his hair in My gloved hands and tapped his sides as a sign to rise. At first he seemed to have some problems to maintain his balance and provide Me a stable seat, but after a minute or so he seemed to get accustomed to his new position.

A pull at his hair and the kicking his left side steered him in the direction of the bathroom. Of course the house was to small for real riding (even on a human pony), but nevertheless I could make him feel how it would be when ridden like that. The limited space did not prevent Me from using My crop freely on his naked body.

After about five minutes making him twist and turn over and over again, I offered Jeffa to make a ride like that and I ordered her slave to put Me down.

Since she had no spurs at her boots, I encouraged her to use the crop extensively, which she did with great joy!

After the little rides, it was time for a last test. For this, he had to kneel down and ordered him to pleasure servant hans (I did not bring hans for nothing…hahahahahaaa…). At first he refused, but I and My crop convinced him to obey, and after a few minutes of yelling and hitting him, he opened his mouth (with disgust) and took hans’ erect penis in. I told him that his test was only over when he would make hans cum in his mouth and that not meeting that demand would be punished beyond imagination! Sensing the end of his suffering (at least for that day), he seemed to do his best to please My servant and tried to make him cum as soon as possible. However when hans actually ejaculated, bjorn could not bear it, withdrew and vomited. Nevertheless, he had taken My servant’s seemen in his mouth and had fulfilled the (according to Jeffa) most humiliating thing: sucking another male’s dick to ejaculation to please his Mistress while two women looked at him. As such, We declared him to have passed the tests! To celebrate, We opened a good bottle of champagne that hans had brought and toasted on it. Of course hans and bjorn only got the rest of the bottle after we had enough and they got to lick it from our boots and the floor since we had poured it over our boots.

Before I finally left, Jeffa thanked Me extensively and we promised to stay in touch.

Lady Contessa Pat

Training and taming a new slave

Some time ago, I was invited by a relatively unexperienced Domme, I got in contact with via my servant hans, to test and train a new slave of hers. Since I always like a good challenge, I accepted although it was agreed that Mistress Jeffa would decide how far I’d go and guard the eventual damage on her slave.

So, this weekend, I finally met her in her house in Dusseldorf. When I arrived at her place, her candidate-slave bjorn opened the door and without a word went down on his knees for Me. I pushed him aside with the tip of My boot and stepped further, ignoring him. I greeted Mistress Jeffa passionately while servant hans, who accompanied Me, introduced us to each other. As a greeting, he went down on his knees and kissed the tips of Jeffa’s boots. “you see slaveboy!” I spoke strictly towards her candidate-slave “there’s a lot you will have to learn…” and I told him that I just had stepped into a puddle of mud…

I had previously agreed with Jeffa to step into some disgusting things and check how far he would go licking Our boots clean. As a matter of fact, mud did not seem to be a problem for slave bjorn since he licked and sucked away all the dirt, even from between the tiny grooves of My soles. I told him that next time, I would have him tongue-clean My boots after I had walked the stables, but unfortunately I could not test that at that moment.

With the next test, I ordered him to hold his hands in front of him and have Me hit them with My crop (without withdrawing!). he also passed this test, but I must admit that I did not whipped full force since I was not going to destroy his hands. I only wanted to test whether he would stand a moderate level of pain just to please Me and his new Owner.

Another test was to drink My and Jeffa’s piss and lick My pussy dry. So We both filled up a glass with Our warm urine and had him drink it without hesitation. Being a little bit shy, Jeffa did not want him to see her actually pissing, but Me, Myself, I took him to the bathroom, filled up the glass (that he had to hold himself) and had him lick My pussy dry. Jeffa told Me that in the end she would love to have him lick her pussy and even her ass as well, but that she was not yet ready for this and that she wanted to get accustomed to her new position as Mistress. As a result she filled her glass when alone on the toilet. As a result, slave bjorn had to drink both glasses.

After he had finished our drinks, I signed servant hans to get Me My harness with dildo from the little suitcase I had brought.

First I made him suck the 15 cm long artificial cock. he started with a bit reluctancy at the head, but a few seconds later, I shoved the black rubber dildo that was attached to Me as far as I could in his mouth. he seemed to retch a few times, but I did not remove it completely and kept it in him yelling at the slave to suck it like a slut.

After a while, We had him bend over the bed and spread his legs. No need to explain what the idea was when a slave was made to bend forward spreading his legs in front of a dominant woman wearing a big strapon. Indeed, I pushed his ass cheeks apart and rammed the rubber weapon into his tiny asshole without mercy! It was one of the things Jeffa had explicitly asked Me to do with him and I could see that it excited her. he cried and howled like an animal but I continued pumping and thrusting My hip merciless. 

Since I saw that Jeffa really got hot like hell, I ordered My servant hans to get down in front of her and offer to lick her to orgasm. I don’t know whether it was the lust or that she just had thrown her initial prudishness overboard, but she accepted the offer greedily and removed her skirt and knickers with the speed of light. I wonder if it was hans’s tongue or My punching into bjorn’s ass, but to My satisfaction, after a few minutes Jeffa orgasmed! I told hans it saved him a good lashing and withdrew from bjorn’s ass.

Then, We had a kind of break and had refreshments that hans had brought. In the mean time bjorn was taught some positions he’d have to assume whenever his Mistress desired a specific one. Like that, he was used as footstool for our boots, had to present his cock and balls for inspection and get kicked if the Mistress seems fit, had to assume the waiting position, had to present his hands for our whip,…

Although he seemed to be a quick learner, this yielded him several good blows with one of My singletails.

To be continued (when I have more time)

Lady Contessa Pat

A ride in the Ardennes

Because of the excellent weather to ride, last Sunday, I went horseback riding in the Ardennes with Myriam, My HR-manager who also is My Domme friend. Therefore, I had ordered My servant frank who lives in Belgium to meet Us at the meeting point near the town of Dinant and also Myriam had done the same with her slave dave.

To My delight, there was nobody at the meeting point, except slave Michael and dave, when we arrived.  I had hoped for this so both my new slave michael and Myriam’s slave dave could show their submissivity at once and greet us in an appropriate way. That is kissing the tip of our boots and thank us to have invited them. However, michael immediately got my boot in his face “for kissing without passion” as I had called it. His noose immediately started bleeding since it was no match for my heavy riding boots. Like that he’d no more forget that my slaves always kiss My boots with passion! He excused himself extensively and kissed them as if his life depended on it while pleading that he still is a novice slave.

But also Myriam showed that she is no person to mess around with as she hit her slave in the face with her crop for looking up at her without approval.

Anyway, about fifteen minutes later our horses were ready and we both mounted them using our slaves as a footstool.

I wanted to have him tongue-clean my boots as well, but at that moment we heard a car came riding towards the parking place, so we stopped our “activities”. After making a few small turns on the parking we decided to leave since it looked that the people in the car had no intention to leave. So, we rode away while both dave and michael stayed with the van.

The ride was nice and although the weather was fine, we only met a little group of hikers and two mountainbikers.

Luckily the car had disappeared when we came back, since our boots needed some cleaning after we had dismounted in the middle of the wood to pee (and maybe some of it had splashed on my boots).

Since there were no more peaking eyes around on the small parking place, I had michael remove the mud with his shirt and give the leather of my boot a finishing touch with his tongue.

After having put the horses back in the van, we drove off towards a nice pub in the neighbourhood to eat something while dave and michael were left outside to stay with the horses in the van.

It was a cosy but old fashioned pub, but from a previous ride, we knew that the food was fresh and good. Apart from us, there were about ten men, talking and drinking beers at the bar. I was not surprised when all of them looked our way when we entered. Afterall I don’t think many “strangers” visited it, but even before we took place at a table I heard them making remarks on our outfit. They had heard that we spoke Dutch, but did not realize that I speak French as well. So I heard one of them say that he’d love to be ridden by one of us. Another one said that he’d better look out for our whips and all started to laugh. Then he asked if one of them had already felt the whip. None of them had.

I translated more or less to Myriam what was said since she does not speak French. Then, already after we had finished the main course of our diner, I heard one saying “they are way out of you league…” and the one who had said to look out for our whips came to our table, excused himself for interrupting and offered us a drink. Then he started flattering us, amongst others telling us that they did’t see much pretty women like us around there and that was why they were constantly looking at us. He said that he found female riders always sexy and that he would do anything to please one. We smiled and looked at each other but realized that we could not have any guy who shows his interest. However, since I am always interested in any sub that genuinely wants to live the rest of his life serving me like a real slave, I frankly told him to kiss Myriams riding boots. As I had expected, he was confused and told me that he’d do that but not in front of his friends. I told him to kiss our boots now and here or leave us alone. After some hesitation he left us mumbled that we were a couple of dykes. Case closed  and we left the pub about ten minutes later.

Lady Contessa Pat

French Weekend (part 2)

After the cleaning of our boots, the slaves Jeanine had gathered, left to the kitchen to prepare tasty snacks they brought us every five minutes or so. Our personal slaves however were told to prove their loyalty and devotion to their mistress. As such, they had to pull off our boots and shoes before they got blindfolded. The test was that they had to recognize their owner’s feet. First without touching, that means only by smelling (they were warned that touching one of us would mean a hundred lashes). In a second round they had to recognize our feet with their tongue and each of them had to lick each foot for two minutes. After each foot, every slave had to move clockwise for the next foot. After a little less than an hour, they were back where they started and they had to say which number their Mistress was. To my surprise, none of them succeeded in finding their own Mistress, which was reason for us to give them a taste of our whips.

Of course, we, the ladies also evaluated the slaves and all of us agreed that Brigitte’s slave nick was the best “licker” and that Laurence’s slave philippe was the lousiest. It yielded him another good lashing by his Mistress.

While Laurence punished her slave, I (like Madame Brigitte and Madame Justine) had my slave frank massaging and washing my feet, while I used marcel as a footstool. 

Around 18 PM, an exquisite dinner, prepared by one of the slaves who happened to be a professional cook, was served. With the aid of some of the other slaves, he had done his best and indeed the dinner was abundant and luxuous. 

Three or four slaves were appointed to keep the floor clean and remove everything that might “accidentally” fall on the floor.

Of course, now and then we stepped on something that had fallen before they could eat it away. As a result, they had to tongue-clean the soles of our boots or shoes.

At a certain moment, I put my boot on some fish that had fallen and I ordered marcel to clean it up. But, just before he wanted to eat it away, I put My foot on it. As a result he had to beg me to lift my boot to be able to do as ordered.

I made him beg not to me, but to my boot.

“Please divine boots of Mistress Pat, may you please lift a bit…” he spoke towards my boots, humiliating himself.

Pleased about this begging, I lifted My foot and allowed him to eat the squashed fish away and subsequently tongue-clean the sole of my right boot.

But that was nothing compared to what we did after we had finished, when we simply threw the rests on the floor. Together with this, we started whipping the slaves that crawled on all fours between us to urge them. It was so hilarious and some of us really whipped the shit out of the slaves. Also frank got his part of the whip when he happened to get in front of Madame Brigitte who clearly had too much wine and whipped him fanatically. Me, myself, I had mainly fun kicking the slaves around.

After a while we left the slaves cleaning everything and went sitting in the salon while two of Jeanine’s slaves had to make sure that we had everything we desired. Like that, we chatted and had fun (sometimes at the expense of our slaves)  for the rest of the evening. Around eleven, I left Jeanine’s for a nearby hotel and while most of the slaves were to sleep in a little barn in Jeanine’s garden, I took my slave frank with me to the hotel.

Originally I had planned to have him serve me before I went to sleep, but I was too tired and had him sleep on the floor from the beginning. However, in the morning he gave me a nice massage. 

When we arrived back at Jeanine’s, five of the temporary slaves were standing face to the wall at the verge of being whipped. Apparently, they were to be punished because Madame Jeanine had judged that they did not clean up the place to her liking. She also pointed out that also my slave marcel was amongst them and that as such it was my prerogative to join the punishment and she offered me a good singletail…

Five minutes later, most of the slaves were crying and begging to stop and Jeanine spoke to them in a very strict and menacing voice, saying that this whipping was just a warning and that they’d be whipped beyond imagination in case they’d disappoint her again! Then it was time again for drinks and making plans and since it had stopped raining, we decided to have a walk in a nearby forest.

Most slaves had to carry a rucksack, most filled with drinks, but two of them contained the whips that we for sure would need during the walk. As soon as we were out of sight of houses, the rucksacks with whips were opened and we could choose one to our liking. Also, it did not took much time before Laurence decided to use her slave as her ponyboy. Me myself, I knew that frank would never be able to carry me for the whole trip so I ordered slave marcel, who was significantly heavier than frank, to go down on his knees to make me mount easily on his shoulders. Laurence joked that we did not want to get our precious riding boots soiled but Brigitte said that it did not matter if her (thigh high) boots got dirty since her slaves would clean them into new ones anyway. After ten minutes or so, Laurence challenged me to have a race. I told her that without spurs I was not fully geared up to have a race, but of course I accepted and less than a minute later, Madame Jeanine gave the start signal by snapping her whip in the air making it crack like a rifleshot. I kicked marcel as hard as I could and dug My heels firmly in his sides to keep my balance. Of course also Laurence is an experienced rider and she knew as well knew how to maintain balance and speed, but when we arrived at the tree we had appointed about fifty meters further away, it was me who triumphantically passed it at least five meters before Laurence. As a result, she whipped her horseslave violently with her crop and when she dismounted him, she ordered two other slaves to hold him. She had his shirt removed and whipped him very hard with a small bullwhip from the rucksack. After that, she appointed another slave to be her new ponyboy, but her anger had not fully cooled down and her previous “horse” got know and then further whipped while walking in front of her (as ordered).

When we came back at the edge of the forest, we dismounted our “steeds” and walked further out of the forest. I noticed with joy that afterall now our boots were soiled as well and would need thorough tongue-cleaning. General laughter…

When we arrived at Jeanine’s, the slaves that provided the “catering” where dismissed to go to the kitchen while our personal slaves like frank had to take care of our footwear. When this was finally finished, we were offered a late lunch. When we had finished it, it was already later than expected and we had to go back home since we still had a few hours drive in front. We hugged and said goodbye and drove back to Belgium after another lovely and exciting weekend with my French Friends.

Lady Contessa Pat

My weekend in France

Last weekend I was in France for my annual meeting with my French Friends.

Unlike previous meetings, we had decided to bring our own slaves to serve us, while our host, Madame Jeanine, had foreseen four or five extra slaves with fixed tasks.

Me myself, I had brought slave frank instead of one of My 24/7-slaves. Although he had already met my French Friends and their whips, I presented him as my new slave. Originally I saw him as a servant, that means someone who accompanies me know and then to serve me in any way I wish, without risking severe punishment. However, frank soon evolved into a real slave to me and I thought it was time to give him a taste of being a real slave.

When arriving, he immediately experienced the difference between a servant and a slave when he got Madame Brigitte’s whip in his face for slacking when kissing her boots.

Anyway, as usual, we received a very warm welcome and a second slave was attributed to us. I immediately appointed slave frank as my right bootslave and new slave marcel as my left bootslave. Of course both were experienced enough to know that in their position they were responsible to keep My boots clean and shiny and would be punished for any

Madame Justine showed a new electrical device she used to send electricity through her slave’s balls. Of course we all got plenty of time to use it as she offered very generously to try it out. The remote control had several levels but of course we were very interested in the effects of the max level!

It made her slave cry and jump like a madman and we had to cuff and chain him to prevent him from removing the device and even attack us in order to stop us.

Later on, she showed very well how it could control her slave just by threatening to push the button. An interesting device, but I prefer the old fashioned way in which my slaves are scared to death to get punished by me with with one of my whips. Guess I am an old school Mistress… hahahahahaaaa…

Also, Madame Jeanine showed us her newest arrival: a special seat with a special notch to have a slave lick her pussy in the most relaxing way, very similar to the one I have. And although all of us seem to have such a chair, it was very popular during the weekend. It was placed in a little room so we could use it with full privacy and it was said that we could have any slave around for it. Since I have such a chair myself, I only used it with my assigned slave marcel and Laurence’s slave philippe. Afterwards Laurence asked me how he had “performed” and when I told her he was just average, she slid her crop out of her riding boot and started punishing him. To My delight, Madame Justine was very pleased with frank’s performance in the chair. It surprised me a bit since me myself I don’t think frank is an extraordinary pussylicker.

Also, Jeanine had foreseen a slave who stayed all the time in the bathroom. His sole task was to offer himself to tongue-clean our pussy or asshole after a visit to the toilet. Of course, not all of us made use of his services, others, like myself, sent him out and ordered him in again after having finished to tongue-dry and clean my pussy and ass. Jeanine herself however seemed to made full use of him.

At a certain moment Madame Jeanine ordered all slaves to seek their place to sleep (on the floor).  As soon as all the slaves lay down, she invited us to have a walk between and ON the bodies on the floor. At that moment, I realized why Jeanine was wearing these thigh high boots with stiletto heels. Being a fanatic horsewoman, like myself, she nearly always wore riding boots and I had seen her seldom in high heels. No need to tell you how hilarious that was walking between and on naked bodies on the ground. Now and then a scream was heard when one of us stepped on a slave or kicked one. As a result Jeanine ordered that no one was allowed to make a noise. The first one that could not avoid to scream was My slave frank when Madam Brigitte stepped on his hand. The stupid had his left hand on the floor while laying! Such a thing of course is a inresistable target and opportunity for a Lady sadistic like Madame Brigitte. But, the screaming not only made Brigitte kick him in the face, but also attracted the attention of Laurence and Jeanine who immediately supported their friend and started kicking poor frank until he cried like a baby and begged them extensively to stop. Three pairs of boots had done quite some damage to him since his lips were bleeding and his right cheek was swollen. Also, the day after, I could see that his body was covered in contusions.

Anyway, after our little indoor “walk”, we went outside for a real walk. Not too long, just to get our boots dirt and muddy (it had been raining a lot during the weekend). You can imagine what happened when we came back after five or ten minutes. Right, bootcleaning time! And all of us had two slaves available, one for each boot. The way I like it! frank and my temporary slave marcel had quite a job since I had deliberately stepped in mud since I new what was going to happen when returning at Jeanine’s. Afterall my riding boots can take some mud and at least slave frank had been trained to thorough tongue-clean my riding boots. marcel however clearly had more problems in swallowing the mud from My boots and I had to use My whip full force several times!

When our boots were spic-and-span, the “houseslaves” went to the kitchen to prepare first  exquisite snacks and later on an extensive diner. For our slaves, Jeanine had a kind of game in mind…

I will write further about when I have some more time.

Lady Contessa Pat

Quick visit to Maitresse Laurence

Laurence in front of her renewed "pit-cage" 

Yesterday I had a short visit to My French Friend “Maitresse Laurence”. I was near Cambrai where she lives for a business meeting and called her. She invited me enthousiastically to pay her a visit and since I knew a meeting with her is never dull, I accepted gladly.

When I arrived, one of her slaves opened the door and greeted me by kissing my boots and offering me a crop. I did not hesitate to use it immediately on him and kick him out of the way so I could greet my Friend, who came into the hall to welcome me. After our genuine hugs and kisses, Laurence invited me further into her house and ordered her slave to fetch me my preferred drink. When I sat in a comfortable couch, I informed her about her old slave xavier who I had met (and whipped) before. With enthousiasm, she told me that he was in the special pit she had in her garden. I remember that she had a kind of pit covered with burglar bars in which she kept her slave, but now she had extended the pit with a second one so she could “house” two or even four slaves!

It was in this pit, that made me think of the kind of oubliettes that were used in the Middle Ages, that I found her slave xavier. When we arrived, Laurence ordered him to open his mouth and she spit in it saying that this was going to be the only drink he’d get that day and she invited me to do the same. When he missed the first drop, Laurence stamped hard on the grit to frighten the slave under our boots so he did his utmost best and caught the second one right in the middle of his mouth. After that, she put her boot right on the grit over his face and ordered him to lick away some dirt from the sole of her boot. he had to push his face nearly into the grit and maneuver his tongue in a very uncomfortable position through the holes in order to reach the sole, but he did and probably managed to lick away the dirt that might not even been there. We did not look nor bother. Whether there was dirt or not was of no importance. The thing was that a slave always obeys the order, whether it is meaningful or not, whether it is feasible or not. he obeys!

Being such a well trained and experienced slave, he did not lost his spirit. He’d been humiliated far worse and had had tougher tasks…

Unfortunately, I could not stay long with Laurence since I had another meeting later in the evening in Belgium and I left after another drink and having my boots cleaned by her younger slave.

It was good to see one of my French friends again and she reminded me on the meeting we had planned in November in Paris.

Lady Contessa Pat

Special ride in the Ardennes

Yesterday I have been horsebackriding in the Ardennes. Nothing special since I do that very often, but…. I had ordered michael, a slave that I met a few moths ago and have now and then at My heels, to join Us, while My Friend Myriam had ordered her (new) slave dave to come along. Since it was the first time he joined Us for a riding trip, he was a bit clumsy and Myriam had to show him the use of her crop a few times when he did not strap her horse fast enough. I had choosen not to go the weekend, but during a week day so that the risk of being seen by bypassers was limited. For the same reason, We had parked the trailer in a more remote place away from peeking eyes so We could use Our crops to urge Our “stableboys” (that is how We called them) in whatever We wanted them to do. One of the tricks I often use is dropping “by accident” one of My gloves… right under My boot of course… and as expected, michael immediately dove down to pick it up and offer it back to Me.

When We left, I told michael and dave that they would have to run behind Us the whole trip. Like that they could admire Our backside in the saddle and would be available everytime We needed them for something. When We tapped Our boots with Our crop, they had to come forward and offer the requested refreshment they carried in their well loaded backpacks. But, there were not only refreshments in their backpacks. No, I also had put a few whips in michael’s. Amongst others one of My longest bullwhips!  Of course I had brought that with a purpose…hahahahahaaaa…

From a previous trip, I had learned about a very remote path that lead to an open spot in the woods, far enough in the forest, away from peaking ears and eyes. So, after more than an hour, we reached it and we cuffed both slaves immediately and fixed them to a tree (Our safety first!). Next, We gagged them to avoid screams that could be heard kilometers away or just prevent them from calling for help in case! Then, I took My bullwhip from the backpack, showed it and told michael that he was going to get the extention of his test at the club in Holland a few weeks if not already months ago. As agreed, Myriam rode back along the path to the beginning of it where she would stand guard, avoiding that someone would enter the path.

I waited about ten minutes to allow My Friend to take position and then I started lashing My long whip in the air, making it crack like a rifleshot. After a few good ones, I called Myriam to check whether the whipcracks were heard at the place where she stood guard. I was happy to hear that it was only faintly heard, but that it was rather blurred and could not be recognized as whiplashes.

I told slave michael the good news (at least for Me) and made My beautiful whip crack a few times just over his head. My heart got wild! Feeling this fabulous instrument of power in My hands facing a helpless slave, completely surrendered to My whims and sadism, excited Me beyond imagination. It was as if I was in trance when I started aiming at the defenceless body. Whoooaawww!! The leather snake whistled, cracked and immediately created red stripes on the body. The first lashes were no real hits, but after a few lashes, I got acquainted with the powerful weapon and I was able to hit him wherever I wanted. Maybe I got out of Myself, and luckily, after a few minutes, I came back to My senses and realized that the slave was already bleeding after a few minutes at the business end of My whip. I realized that going further with My bullwhip was a real danger and I decided to give him a break. However, I was not finished yet! I went to the tree and started kicking the slave at his bum, making his penis hit the tree on each kick. I only stopped when I saw him shrink out of pain (In the beginning he seemed to like it, but when I got to kick harder, this clearly changed).

After that I made him recover for a few minutes (while I put away My bullwhip) and removed his gag. Looking at his bloody back I asked if I had been going too far. he said indeed I had been going too far but that he had taken it for Me. I told him that this was the kind of attitude I expected from a slave and I called Myriam since we had agreed to change places in order to give her a chance to enjoy herself with the bullwhip as well.

In the mean time, I allowed Michael to kiss My boots and thank Me.

When I came back afterwards, I saw that also Myriam had “striped” her slave dave very well so both michael and dave would no longer consider swimming for the next months.

Of course before We finally rode back to the trailer, Our boots needed intensive cleaning!...hahahahahaaaa… and so both slaves were busy for about five minutes under the constant threat of Our crops…

Lady Contessa Pat

In Wroclaw

Me at one of the nicest pieces
of street-art in Wroclaw 

Last week I was in Poland for meetings with possible suppliers for My business. Since I thought that I might have felt a bit lonely, I had ordered My servant hans to join Me. Unlike before, I took hans also to the meetings and presented him as My driver and body-guard. Nobody seemed suspicious about that and consider the opening of doors for Me and the bowing as normal courtesy. Also, during diner I think nobody suspected our special relationship nor noticed the fact that I pushed and kicked him a few times under the table with the pointed tips of My suede boots, making him aware of his position. 

When we went to our hotel, I told him that I’d go to bed early and that he’d have to go to his room but that I would call him in case I wanted his services. At first, indeed, I had the intention to go to bed early, but after a while in My bed, I got horny like hell thinking of hans in the next room. So, after fifteen minutes or so, I called him and ordered him to come over to My room. After he kissed My feet as a welcome, he worshipped Me, and five minutes later, I made him strip.

When he was completely naked, I took some handcuffs, he had brought for Me, and I cuffed him, his hands at his back. Then, I made him wait on his knees while I went to the bathroom. Five minutes later, I returned, wearing only My black shiny “evening” boots, equipped with fine rather sharp looking spurs. My upper body only covered by a soft leather vest.

Of course I had ordered him as well to bring a good single tail and I cracked it in the air and on the bed and told him that he’d better perform!

Me Myself, I went simply laying down on the bed, opened My legs and ordered him to give Me an orgasm by the use of his tongue.

It was heaven! Really it was! He made Me come two times and it felt so powerful with the whip in My hands cracking it over him while he licked Me to orgasm. I felt sooo hot running My spurs over his back to urge him! On top of that, it gave him a huge orgasm as well and he came like I had never seen a man coming before!

Afterwards, I made him cleaning up the mess while wielding and cracking My single tail over his head.

When I saw the red welts My spurs (and partially My whip) had made on his back I got horny again and ordered him to give Me another orgasm while I whipped him. I merely aimed at his buttocks since I did not want to rip open the fresh welts of already damaged skin on his back.

To My disappointment (and his own) he was not able to make Me orgasm a third time, so I made him open his mouth. I pulled it to My pussy, ordered him to encase it and I pissed in his mouth, relieving Myself.

After that, I had him massage and kiss My back, butt cheeks and buttocks while I read the news of the day. After thirty minutes or so,  I finally orderd him to kiss My boots as goodbye and go back to his room as I wanted to have a good sleep.

The day after, I had another meeting and in the late afternoon I flew back home. It was another fruitful trip. Not only for the business results….

Lady Contessa Pat

Testing of new cadidate slave michael (part 2)

Of course the last and major test for My new slave michael was the whipping!

Like before, I told him that he was free to refuse being cuffed and chained, but if he’d allow, the moment he’d be cuffed there would be no more way back for a whipping beyond his limits! he agreed to fully surrender to Me and My sadism and a minute later, he was cuffed and chained at the business end of My whip! I call it often like that, but lately I heard a better name for it: the “male end” in contrast to the handle that can be referred to as the Female’s end. The end held in the hand of a Female!

I took a rather long black snakewhip that I had brought out of My bag and uncoiled it in front of michael.

I told him that I liked to use this kind of powerful whips and I explained that they do the work on their own with a minimal amount effort on My part. That it could induce maximum pain and eventually damage soft skin with just a flick of My wrist.

I positioned Myself some two meters to the rear and slightly to the right of My new slave.

The first lash only was to check the distance and it exploded like a rifleshot in the air only a few centimeters away from michael’s head. Then, I toyed a bit with him as I throw about ten full-cracking strokes in his direction. The sound they produced was deafening in the confined room and scared the living daylights out of him. 

Then, finally and without further warning, I drew My right arm backwards and upward and arced the whip towards the hapless, inescapably bound victim in it's trajected path.  A whirring noise accompanied the leather lash as it sailed through the air, followed by a hissing whistle and a fierce, resounding crack as it struck home with full force.  The cracker impacted directly between the shoulder blades on previously unblemished flesh. An inhuman scream filled the room.

"One!" I shouted when his screaming subsided.

“and it was a good one!” I added triumphantically when I saw that it had already broken michael’s skin. Tiny trickles of blood immediately appeared where the leather had made impact, creating distinct red stripes.

With the second hit, he screamed even louder and started crying, asking for mercy, but not to stop!

So I let the whip fly overhead again and when it was about to fully extend, I deftly flicked My wrist. The cracker cracked like a rifleshot. Another scream, more crying!

For the next few minutes, I twirled the whip high in the air and sent it sailing towards the defenceless body about three more times. Each time, the popper exploded with a vicious, resounding crack, I got more and more excited and I realized that I had to control Myself from not whipping him to shreds.

While whipping him, I fantasized that I could effortlessly lash a male to death with a bullwhip just like the one I had in My hand and I not sure but I think I experienced a kind of mini-orgasm while whipping My new slave.

To My delight and at the same time disappointment he begged Me to stop after ten or so lashes.  Delighted because I had whipped him until he had broken but also disappointed because of the fact that the whipping was coming to its end.

I let him repose for a few minutes while I went back to the bar to have a drink.

When I came back I asked him whether he still wanted to become My slave and eventually risk and endure a whipping like he had just received. Without hesitation he confirmed.

I told him that his choice pleased Me and that from now on he could consider himself as My slave and I summoned him some rules he’d have to take into account from now on. Then, I finally released him from his bonds and had him clean up the room and freshing up himself. I again went back to the bar where I had a chat with another Domme while her slave tongue-cleaned My boots. When Michael came to the bar afterwards, I ordered him to do the same with her boots so that in the end we both had perfectly cleaned boots at our feet!   

Normally it would have been him who had to pay for all of it, but since he is just a poor unemployed guy, I paid the bill. he kissed My boots again to thank Me for that and after finishing My tea, I said goodbye and left the club.

Since michael had travelled by train and bus to get to the club, I allowed him to ride back home with Me where he met My 24/7-slaves marc and jan.

From now on I will simply have to call for this new gorgeous young slave anytime I feel like toying with him!

Lady Contessa Pat

testing new slave michael

Last week I was finally able to arrange a meeting with My new candidate slave Michael in a femdom club. I had asked My German Friends but it appeared to be more difficult than I had thought. Luckily, My Dutch Friend Marlon also had followed My conversations and had offered a solution.

So, I ordered slave michael to come to a club in Holland. Unfortunately, he let Me know that he has no car nor driving licence! Angry about the fact that he had not told Me in advance I told him that he’d get there anyway, if not, I would never meet him again!

His answer tempered My anger a bit since he immediately excused himself and assured Me he’d be there in time.

Marlon had arranged the club and welcomed him. She had explained him the rules and then had cuffed and chained him in a room that was fit for interrogating someone. When he was secured, she called Me and five minutes later I had parked My car next to the club. Upon arriving I introduced Myself to the woman who led the place and socialized a bit with her and another Mistress who was present.  

After that introduction, I went to the “black room” where I found slave michael, well cuffed and attached to the wall with a chain of about two meters. First I allowed him to greet Me properly by putting My boot a few tens of centimeters towards him. As if he was the most experienced slave, he went down on his knees, bent forward and kissed the tip of My boot saying that I was welcome and that he offered himself as My slave. After letting him a few moments worshipping My boots, I pushed his face away and walked towards the wall where tens of whips hung for My choice. Of course I had brought some of My own but was curious on what they had in store. And indeed I found a few good whips to My liking. I said so to michael and told him I wanted to try out these whips. He spontaneously offered himself as whipping target, something I guess he regretted already after a few lashes! However, I was still rather easy on him and I did not yet unleash the whipping I had in mind for him yet. I made the whips only created some light redish welts but that already seemed hard (and new) for him. But, although it seemed hard for him, he managed to take it like a real slave.

Then, with the help of My Friend Marlon, I strapped him in chair that was specially designed for interrogations. As soon as he was fixed, I took a nice short cattle prod and started interrogating him. During this, his nipples and manhood were My primary targets and the prod appeared to be very effective to make a prisoner talk!  After about fifteen minutes of toying with him like that, I pushed the chair with My foot turning it over. Marlon catched his head before it banged hard on the floor and laid it down, face up. Seconds later, I stood over his face, legs spread, looking down at him. First I I drew his attention to his vulnerability with his head and face next to My boots. Then, I put the sole of My right boot on top of his face and forced him to tongue-clean the soles.

After a few minutes I withdrew My boot and told him that he did not produce enough saliva to properly clean My soles and that some extra fluid would be necessary. As such, I ordered him to open his mouth wide allowing Me to drop some of My own saliva in his open mouth. Like that, I spit a few times. Some landed perfectly in his open mouth but most landed just in his face.

After that, I placed My boot again on his face and had him tongue-clean My soles.

Five minutes or so later,  I released him from the chair and had him kiss My boots and offer his hands for My whip. All he did without hesitation!

Then, I asked him to take place in the chair again for further torture. I told him that he was not obliged to do so but it was just something I likes and doing so would please Me. I also told him that if he’d agree, he’d be tortured beyond imagination. So it was his choice to please Me and suffer or to disappoint Me and spare himself a torture. In reality, it was a test to check whether he’d fully trust Me and figuratively put his life in My hands. In reality, the “torture”  I threatened him with, was just further use of the electric prod…

After the “electric chair”, I tested him as a ponyslave and therefore I made him fixing the spurs, that had these sharp points protruding, on My boots. A few minutes later, I rode him like a human pony through the confined room. Of course the room was too small for real riding or make him run into exhaustion or even test his stamina, but it showed his willingness to be ridden as a two-legged ponyboy, even when using these extreme cruel and menacingly spurs. It also showed that he trusts Me fully and does not mind if My actions would injure him. It is not that I damage My slaves on purpose, but accidents can happen and if they happen I don’t want a slave who makes a fuss about it.

Lady Contessa Pat

To be continued (when I have more time)

Disappointed!

I am deeply disappointed on the reactions I got on My writing on the night I spend with My servant hans.

I can describe how I whipped a slave to shreds making his body unrecognizable without any comment, but as soon a sexual interaction is mentioned I get several negative comments. Hypocrites!

Lady Contessa Pat

A night with hans

I have been thinking to write this over and over since I was reluctant to write about the night I spend with My servant hans last Saturday.  

But, nevertheless, I want to tell you about it since it was so special!

After diner, I took him to My room with the idea of toying a bit with him and eventually have him lick Me to orgasm like he had done already a few times before. And indeed, I started with having My high boots extensively kissed.

While he was doing so, he covered Me in compliments and I felt that I got sexually excited.

Maybe it sounds strange, but it was more his words than his actions that made Me hot.

As a result I ordered him to get naked and I inspected his body giving special attention to his nipples and manhood. he screamed it out when I took his nipples between My gloved fingers and twisted them.

A few minutes later, I had him undress Me and ordered him to lay down on the floor. Then, I went standing above him and ordered him to come up with his tongue, slowly. I got hotter and hotter when I felt his tongue rising from the heels of My boots to My thighs, but as a well trained servant, he stopped at the edge of My thigh high boots and begged and waited for permission to go further up and touch My naked skin. After a while making him sweat at the top of the shaft, I snapped My fingers as a signed to come up. Of course I did not tell him that by then I was dying to feel his tongue in My pussy.

Less than a few minutes later his tongue gave Me My first orgasm and that was only the first in a row! After the first one, I had hans on his back allowing Me to ride him and I told him that I was going to give him a riding lesson!

I warned him not to cum without explicit permission and I rode him as if he was My horse. As such, I used the heels of My thigh highs as spurs and his nipples as reins. I considered his pelvis as My saddle and shouted at him to gallop Me towards the seventh heaven. It did not take Me long to get a second and third orgasm!!! 

As a reward I allowed him to squirt. he came with an intensity I had never seen. Right after that, I moved over towards his face and put My pussy over his mouth to lick away My juices. After a few minutes I shifted again and had his tongue at My little hole. he tried to push his tongue in which gave Me a fourth orgasm!!!!

After that, I felt exhausted but satisfied and dismounted hans’s face. Unlike what I normally do, I let him stay in My bed until the morning.

I still doubt to push the send button for this because of the explicit sexual nature, but the fact that you are reading this means that I finally made up My mind and did!

Lady Contessa Pat

Better than Carcassonne !

I had planned a trip with to Carcassonne last weekend, but because of the real lousy weather forecast, I decided not to go and stay in Belgium where the weather was far better.

Therefore, I had ordered My servant hans to come over to My place and we’d ride to the south of Belgium for a hiking weekend.

So, after looking for a nice hotel, hans made a reservation and I “prepared” him for our trip. That means that I had him put on an electric shock penis cock ring. With the remote control in My hands I’d be able to have full control over him without anybody else noticing. So I tested the signal a few times with success, making hans jump uncontrollably while begging Me to stop. After that little testing, hans’s backpack was filled with drinks and snacks for Me and I ordered hans to lock up My slaves in their cages.

Before We finally left, I went to the toilet to fill up a plastic water bottle for hans and I told him that My urine would be the only drinks he’d get during the weekend (although that was not completely true since I had him drink other things during the meals and during a stop during our walk).

When we arrived in the hotel, I inspected My room and “shocked” his balls a few times, each time I had a remark on the room. Then, I went again to the toilet (after more than an hour in the car!) and filled up hans’s drink bottle again. Then we left for a nice walk because, although it was still rather cold, most of the day was sunny.

Me, resting on a bench along our walking route

After a while (I guess something like an hour), I felt the need again, but I realized that hans’s drinking bottle was nearly full. As a result, I ordered him to drink it until half and then hold the drink bottle under Me to collect the warm yellow stream. I warned him not to spill it and promised him a serious punishment if a drop would land on My nice leather boots!

Luckily for him, no drop soiled them and I only gave him a few shocks to indicate when My bladder was empty. Later on I ordered him a few times to drink again, which he did without hesitation. Like that we walked beautiful patha through forrests, over large fields with nice views, along a river,…

Two hours later or so, we came to a old railroad bridge over a little river and hans told Me it reminded him of a triumphal arch build for Me like they build them for Roman emperors (see picture attached). I did see the resemblance and got this great idea. However I told him that the Emperor would take the main arch and not the side arches and that an Empress like Myself would be carried under it. Unfortunately for him, the river flew under the middle arch and he could not else than carry My through the kneedeep water under the arch. 

My "Triumphal Arch"

I enjoyed and for maybe the first time I did not care if other hikers would see Me or not. Maybe that was because it started with a funny remark. When we got back at the bank, he thanked Me to be allowed to carry Me under “My triumphal arch”, went down and kissed My boots, whithout looking around for spectators! When I remarked this, he said that he could not care if people saw him kissing My boots because showing Me his devotion was the more important.

As a result, we left the main carriageway and took a small remote path that lead a bit uphill. There, I made him kneel down and took place in his neck to carry Me further along the path. Of course, I constantly urged him to keep the pace with My heels (how I regretted that I had no spurs at My heels) and a long young twig I used as a whip. I also “shocked” his balls a few times at the beginning, but realized that this was dangerous since due to his uncontrolled movements with each shock, he risked to fall. 

After five minutes however I felt that hans was getting exhausted and was panting heavily and I allowed him to put Me down and not that much later, we arrived very close to where we had My car parked.

Back at the hotel, I made hans cleaning My boots, that had become durty and dusty, again. After he had finished, I had him remove them for a relaxing massage of My feet while I checked My mails and read the news.

After about thirty minutes I had him remove his “ball shocker”, sent him to his room and took a shower. After another thirty minutes I called him back and replaced the shocker ring “to keep control over him during diner” I explained. Of course he did not object. 

In the restaurant, I took place in front of him and rested My foot a few times on his chair, right between his legs, forcing him to spread his legs and have My boot more or less crush his dick and balls. On top of that, I had the remote control for the shocker in My pocket.

I don’t think I needed the electrical device to keep him under heel, but nevertheless I fired a few times a shot through his manhood. For fun.

Anyway, hans behaved very well and submissive and covered Me with compliments, saying how beautiful I was, how superior I was or how I made him crazy…

(Maybe) to be continued

Lady Contessa Pat

Another meeting with michael

A few weeks ago I met a young guy along the canal while horseback riding. Since I immediately had the impression that he had submissive feelings and fancied Me, I tested (and teased) him a bit. Very soon, I got convinced that indeed he was a sub and after a while he admitted himself.

I had ordered him to meet Me again last Friday and as expected he was waiting for Me when I arrived.

I allowed him to kiss My boot as a welcome (after I had looked around for peekers) and it was clear that he was eager to do so since I had to push his face away with My sole to make him stop. Afterall, I did not want to risk that people would see us like that. On the other hand  I was pleased with the attention of such a young man and it made Me hot. As a result and without further thinking, I ordered him to follow Me and I took him to a more remote place.

My new candidate slave under Me!

Although the weather was not great (approx. 20°C and cloudy), I had him remove his shirt to check his body. A bit to My surprise, he looked surprisingly athletic. I did not expect that because his heavy panting, when he had ran behind Me last week, suggested otherwise. he appeared to have trained in the gym for muscles rather than physical endurance, but I assured him I’d make him improve his stamina! 

I told him that I was going to trot and eventually do a little gallop and that I expected him to run along behind Me again, but for starters, I made him first go down on all fours for Me and vow loyalty. he did immediately and went down about two meters away from Me. However, I wanted him down under Me and had to order him three times closer until he was nearly literally under My boot. There he promised Me 100% obedience.

I allowed him to stand up again and I ran My crop over his naked torso.  I saw a shiver running over him when the leather touched his skin.

Then I asked him if his shirt was clean and when he confirmed that, I ordered him to clean My boots with it, including the soles. “I think that I stepped in some horseshit…” I had added to tease him and as expected, he used his shirt as ordered.

When he had finished, I told him that a human tongue is even better to make leather boots shining and that My slaves do that daily. That I considered it as a finishing touch of a boot-cleaning process. Without a word he started licking My boots as well while I ran My whip over his body again. Not to My surprise, I saw that his jeans seemed to be a bit tight and that he had difficulties to keep his dick small and low. It made Me even hotter but I had no intention to dismount My high horse.

When he had finished tongue-cleaning My boots, I allowed him to put on his shirt again and I shouted at him to follow Me when I urged Starlet, My horse, in a trot.

After about five minutes of trotting I looked back at him and saw that he was exhausted and panting. I told him again that I’d improve his stamina and might longe him in the arena like a horse. he did not object!

Before we said goodbye again, I explained to him that unfortunately I had not yet had enough time to find and arrange a club to test him under the whip, but that he better be prepared since I could send him a mail every moment…

After that, we separated, both going the opposite direction again.

Lady Contessa Pat

Meeting michael again

Last Friday I had a new meeting with the guy I met a few weeks ago during a horseback trip.

As I had ordered him he was waiting for Me on the exact place I had ordered. Although I don’t remember having him told so, he called Me “Mistress” and bowed when I stopped My horse next to him. Then I looked around and when I saw nobody, I tapped My riding boot. At first he did not understand, but when I tapped it again a bit more explicitly, he came close, bend forward and kissed the leather subtle but passionately. First the right one and then he walked around and kissed My left boot.

I praised him for his “good manners” and asked him if he wanted to get to know Me better. As expected, he eagerly nodded and I explained what I had in mind. In a nutshell: I will look for a club where I can freely and anonymously test and tame him. he would have to go there, getting cuffed and chained, and then I will come over to get to know him better, question him, test him and finally tame him into a good slave. If then I am pleased, I will consider him as My new slave, if not, I will go and he will be released about fifteen minutes later.

Of course he will have to agree in advance with My conditions and will have to accept all physical damage resulting from My orders and eventual punishments. That I have the unlimited right to whip him and kick him without restrictions.

I told him all this while he walked beside Me and I kept on talking when I spurred My horse in a trot. As a result he had to hurry and run to keep up with Me if he wanted to hear all of it. It was one of these tiny things I did to humiliate and test him. 

After I had explained My plans and conditions, I halted Starlet and looked down at him. he understood that I expected an answer and he agreed immediately, without hesitation.

Then before I left him in the usual way (that means he had to walk the other direction) I told him to be back next week same place, same time and allowed him to kiss My boot and thank Me. Of course, he did greedily…

Lady Contessa Pat

New meeting

I met the young sub I met last week again.

I already saw him from a distance. he clearly had obeyed My order and told Me that he had been walking the path from noon on, back and forth to be sure to see Me. I told him that it is the kind of dedication I like.

Then, without hesitating he said that I was was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen! I told him that for sure that was not true, “but maybe the most merciless…!” I added in order to close My net a bit further around him. and,… it worked! I think he had been thinking this all over for a week, but he openly told Me that he’d long to kiss My boots and serve Me like a slave! “A slave?” I acted as if surprised, “that must be handy… but slaves are treated hard and have to work hard…”

When he answered that he had been thinking about it but that he was prepared to become a slave, I asked him if he realized that slaves got whipped when the Mistress of Master is not pleased and that some punishments could be hard. I also warned him that a slave must endure everything from his Mistress. I told him about household chores, gardening, cleaning cars, cleaning dirty boots, … but he seemed to be convinced that he’d be a good slave.

I told him that I might be interested in training him, but needed some proof of his loyalty and dedication and as a test, I ordered him to present his hands for My crop and I hit him three times. he screamed, but did not withdrew his hands, although the whip left clear red marks on his hands and fingers.

Satisfied about this little test I turned My horse and ordered him to walk along, next to Me and tell Me about himself. I learned that he was twenty eight and single, but that he had been in a relation that did not work out,..  he told Me where he lived, that he always felt submissive when seeing a female rider, that he was unemployed,…  and that he longed to be dominated by a woman like Me!

I told him that I might be interested in him, but that I already have two 24/7-slaves and a few occasional ones. slaves that I call and come to Me whenever I am into them and slaves that I can take on My trips to My Domme friends or just to serve Me during My trips on horseback. he answered eagerly that he’d love to become My slave anyway, that I could call him anytime and that if so, he’d be at My feet within thirty minutes.

Then I asked him about punishments. he told Me that had not really had been whipped or so but that he’d accept and take any punishment for him I saw fit and without asking he offered his hands again to Me and My crop. Since the weather was far from enjoyable (cloudy and only 10°C), I did not want to prolong our meeting much longer and told him I wanted to get back, but would think his offer over and eventually see him back next week, same place same time.

As expected, he agreed eagerly so I ordered him to go the other direction (to make sure he would not follow Me) and sped off in a fast gallop.

Lady Contessa Pat

New sub?... Definitely

Last Friday, while I was riding the tow path along the river, I passed a man who was walking the same direction. I was a bit surprised that he said to Me out of the blue that My horse seemed to obey well.

I told him that he’d better do and added that “anyone better obey a woman wearing these…” tapping My spurs with My crop.

“I am sure that everyone will do” he answered and My female antennas immediately sensed that this man was a sub or at least had submissive feelings. So I pushed him a bit further saying that also My whip could be very nasty in the hands of a skilled rider. “I sure believe that human skin is no match for your whip” he answered, strengthening My ideas about his nature and I started asking questions on his age, where he lived, if he came there regularly,…

As a result, he asked Me to walk along with Me. I told him I did not mind some company but warned him  not to come too close if he did not wanted to risk to get kicked.

He answered that he’d for sure would not dare come closer, not only for the possible kickings of My horse but also for My whip!

By then I knew for sure: he definitively was a sub! The only thing now was to find out what kind of sub he was. Was he a collared slave? Probably not since he walked alone and beared no signs nor marks of it. Maybe a silent slave longing to be dominated but never dare to express his true feelings?  Or was he only feeling small in My presence and saw Me as superior without real intentions of serving Me?

I asked him how he knew about the whip and whether he had ever got a taste of it?  “No Madame” he answered shyly, “I just imagine that a whip in the hands of a woman like you must hurt a lot when used on a man…”

“I know it does!” I spoke firmly and swished My crop in the air making it whistle.

“So you have whipped someone already?” he asked not able to suppress his curiousity.

I did not answer but laughed out loud…

Then, I asked him why he asked and he answered that I looked like the kind of woman not to mess around with and not hesitate to use the whip. I laughed again and finally admitted that indeed I have been using My whip before to correct a man.

So, I was not surprised when he finally told Me that he felt that these men were lucky and that he’d love to get a taste of My whip. I laughed out loud againand immediately afterwards, I told him that he’d have to run a bit if he wanted to keep up with Me since I was going to make My horse trot a bit. Of course this was part of My plan to see whether he was bold enough to expose himself as a sub. No man who was not interested would start running behind a woman he did not know on a horse!

To My delight, he did and after a few minutes he got clearly out of breath, but kept on trying to follow Me, even when I increased the pace and I pushed him to his limits. When I stopped, he looked completely exhausted, but in My opinion he past the test and I ordered him to be there again next week, same place, same time.

I am pretty sure he will be there next week…

Lady Contessa Pat

Training My servant

Last Saturday, hans was with Me for another phase in his becoming My 100% servant. I had mailed him that he’d have to assist Me in keeping My slaves under heel and punish them if I’d like that. I had explained that he’d have to obey Me 100% (as always), even if I’d order him to whip them very hard.

So, when arriving, I had him vowing 100% loyalty and kiss the tip of My boots as agreement. Then, I gave him a whip and a kind of special baton to beat up My slaves if I’d order so.

After introducing hans as My assistant I took him and slave jan upstairs. After I assumed a comfortable reclining position on the bed, I had My boots put back on again after I had stripped My jodhpurs and underwear and slave jan had to lick Me to orgasm. As I had ordered, hans was standing next to Me, ready to whip jan if I was not 100% pleased with his performance. Now and then I gave the sign to let the lash go free and to My delight, I orgasmed twice in less than ten minutes!

It was soooo arousing feeling and seeing a slave bringing Me to orgasm with his tongue while another slave whipped him if only I blinked an eye. I like hierarchy! Especially when on the top!

After this sexually oriented activity, hans was ordered to have My riding boots “prepared”. I said explicitly to HAVE them prepared, not to prepare them himself. At first, hans did not understand, but jan did and I saw him nodding and beckoning hans.  After asking politely permission to leave, they both left for My riding boots

When We came down again, I found marc waiting on his knees in order to inspect his work in the kitchen. I had taken My special white “inspection” gloves to find dirt but was not able to find a single speck of dirt. But I had a plan with marc, and that plan required that I found dirt! So, I turned Myself away from marc and let some saliva drop on the floor.

I feigned indignation and yelled at him. Being well trained, marc did not discus it but immediately went down licking away My saliva on the floor. Unluckily for him I was into punishing him and I kicked him while down on the floor. The first kick hit his body, but the second one hit him hard on the cheek and when I launched a third one, he used his hands to protect his face from another with My heavy riding boot.  Of course that where I wanted him: doing something that I absolutely forbid: trying to protect themselves from a punishment, hindering Me executing it.

I looked at hans with a sadistic smile and ordered him to punish marc and make him bleed.

But then, something unexpected happened: hans hesitated! Upset about this hesitation, I hit him with My crop and warned him that he’d take marc’s place if he did not do as I had ordered and that they’d both get a whipping to bleeding!

He answered that he did not mind whipping marc, but did not like to make him bleed.

As a result, I told him that I no longer would consider him as My servant (with all its privileges) but as a lowly slave and that I would treat him as such. On top I added that I’d have another man as My servant and have him whipped very hard by the new “servant”!

I am sure that hans realized that there would be enough candidates if I’d ask on the net and so he took the whip and started beating marc. I enjoyed it and had jan carress My pussy with his hand through the leather seat of My jodhpurs and as soon as the first trickles of blood appeared I orgasmed again!

Than I made hans thank Me for the opportunity and ordered marc to suck hans erect dick. After a few minutes I allowed hans to “unload” in marc mouth. As a matter of fact I ordered it!

It was only a matter of a few tens of seconds before he did…

Lady Contessa Pat