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