A special punishment

Yesterday, I had to punish My slave marc and instead of just a good whipping, I had something extra for him!

In the afternoon, slave jan and marc had been ordered to clean My cars. No problem, but at a certain moment I saw marc throwing some water towards slave jan. On itself, that did not matter, but part of the water hit the inner side of an open door of My BMW. Of course I could not leave such a thing unpunished and I immediately started whipping him with the crop I had with Me. After I had beaten him like that for a few minutes, I told them to keep on cleaning the car and that I’d punish slave marc later on.

So, about twenty minutes later, he came to Me excusing himself thoroughly telling Me he’d accept any punishment I’d see fit.

As a result, I had him cuffed and chained to a radiator pipe and had ordered slave jan to fetch Me one of My more cruel singletails. Of course he knew what that meant and ten minutes later he was crying like a baby and begging Me to stop. By then his body was crisscrossed with fresh whipmarks. Many of them already showing tiny drops of blood.

Another five minutes later, I lowered the whip and left the room for a refreshing drink. Like that marc could cool down before I released him. However, while I was enjoying a glass of fresh made lemonade, I slightly felt that I had to go to toilet. At that moment the idea came up to add something extra to marc’s punishment and I decided to keep My bladder full.

After I had uncuffed him, I took him to the bathroom and order him into the bathtub. As soon as he laid down in it, I had slave jan remove My breeches and I climbed on top of the bathtub. Standing high above marc, legs spread, I started to piss over him. Like that, I not only soaked him, but My pee burnt in his fresh wounds. he cried and begged Me to be allowed to pour fresh water over his wounds. Of course, I did not give in and watched him “bathe” in My piss. After a while I told him I’d have him showered with fresh water if he’d lap up most of the piss that by then had already gotten pinkish due to the mixing with his blood. he did not hesitate and started to sip and lap up as good as he could. When jan had again taken off My boots and I had pull up My breeches again, I allowed marc to remove the plug and jan to take the shower and clean his fellow slave.

Later on marc had to come to Me. he excused himself for what had happened and thanked Me for the “lesson” he had learned. I had him kiss the tip of My boot as a sign that I considered it case closed.

Lady Contessa Pat

Carnival

As you probably already know: I like carnival, especially the way they celebrate it in the south-east of Holland and Germany.

Like every year I went there and met My German  Domme Friends. However, this year, We were invited by Our Friend Marlon went to Maastricht, a city in the south-east of Holland.

We were welcomed in th eafternoon by her and her two Asian slavegirls immediately offered themselves for “services”. servant hans, who arrived about half an hour later was reprimanded and punished for being late and thus leaving Me without personal slave for about half an hour. My German Friend Carla called it “unverzeihlich” (inexcusable) and whipped him for letting Me, Her Friend, down and putting Germans in a bad light! Also two other slaves were lashed for lack of enthousiasm when kissing Our boots at arrival. Especially Lady Charlotte showed no mercy with Carla’s slave johan who she claimed had not kissed her boots passionately.

Apart from the whippings as a welcome to the slaves, one of the first things Marlon did was ordering her slavegirls not to use the toilet. “Since there are enough slaves….” she had explained, “…and that the slaves for sure would welcome “a drink” since they would not get anything else.

Like well trained slavegirls, they did make use of the offer several times during the day. Everything in full view and in front of all of Us! What I noticed was how easy they changed from their submissivity towards us, into cruel bitches dominating the lower ranked male slaves. Only My hans, who is no real slave but rather a submissive servant, was not treated by the slavegirls like that. Although during our meetings, he is considered as a slave and treated as one (that is one of the conditions for him to join Me during My meetings with My Domme Friends), the slavegirls seemed to have some respect for him. Maybe due to this, he was spared from being pissed in his mouth by the slavegirls.

Anyway, the nice thing about carnival is that one can walk around in outfits, one would not dare to wear in public in other seasons, without raising questions.

So, We had changed into Our “carnival” costumes upon arrival. Like most years, I had choosen My favorite: an Nazi-uniform complete with a long leather coat. Normally, My Friend Petra also wears a similar uniform, but she explained that she did not know how the Dutch would react when a German Woman would wear a Nazi-uniform. She told Me that a Belgian Woman wearing it would be less “offensive”. Marlon however assured her that it would have been OK and that nobody would feel offended. On the contrary!

Anyway, Lady Petra had not taken her Nazi-outfit and was a bit disappointed she hadn’t.

In the evening, after diner in a cosy restaurant outside Maastricht, we went out and visited a few pubs. However, We spend more time outside and had a lot of fun in the streets where all kinds of parties took place. Everyone disguised in their carnival outfits! I had seen this in Germany, but never seen people so united for something like carnival. It was as if the whole city was celebrating.

As a result I came back in the hotel very late, but to Me delight, hans was waiting for Me. he helped Me undress and gave Me a massage and I had him jerk off while he tongue-cleaned My boots. Since I was exhausted, I went immediately to bed and sent him back to his own room, but I promised him some “fun” the day after.

Like My SS-outfit?

When I woke up it was already 10 o’clock and I called for hans to help Me dress again in My uniform and I sped off towards Marlon for a brunch. Over there I had hans kiss My boots during it and I allowed him to carress My ass through My jodhpurs. We hurried back to the city for the carnival paradeand this time the men (and Marlon’s slavegirls) were allowed to come as well. Although the parade was funny and sometimes even amazingly, I felt that there were too many people. We tried to find a place with fewer attendants, but that was no big difference. We took a few pics and I left earlier than expected. I found it disappointing compared to the evening before. Since I felt that I had neglected hans a bit during the weekend, I took him to a pub in a quiet village outside Maastricht. It was very quiet there (everyone probably was in the city for the parade) and I could finally have a talk to hans in a relaxed atmosphere…

Lady Contessa Pat