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)